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Chapter Five

Nagi awoke to the sound of his laptop playing 'Velvet Underworld' softly. "Shinku no juutan ni nita, Kono yono hana wa mina omote. . ." With one sleepy blink, he switched the song off. It was five ten a.m. when he checked his laptop's clock. He smiled slightly, a corner of his mouth lifting up. That was his favorite song. He had heard it one day and liked it, so he decided to get it and use it for his alarm in the morning. He instantly became awake whenever he heard it, and was more alert when he was awake and listening to it.

Nagi didn't want to move; it was comfortable and warm right where he was, even if he had fallen asleep sitting down last night talking to Omi. . .TALKING TO OMI?!

He cautiously looked down at a peacefully sleeping Omi, who was. . .leaning against Nagi's chest?! Nagi blushed red, and silently panicked. Okay, what do I do?! Eeto. . .ah!!

He carefully got off of Omi's bed, holding Omi in place with his power, and quickly floated pillows over and under Omi, then let go of him. Omi didn't wake, simply sighing and turning in his sleep.

Nagi thought back to last night. He smiled warmly at the memory; it was like they were really friends, not enemies. He and Omi sat on Omi's bed, telling each other things and. . .well, he guessed they must have fallen asleep like that.

Nagi snapped back to reality. As much as he would've liked to watch Omi sleep, he needed to get moving. He quickly snatched up clean clothes and headed to the bathroom.

After a quick shower, he headed downstairs, unsure if he was really welcome. As he descended, he heard voices arguing. He paused, and listened.

"I'm telling you, he's doing this! It's his and Schwarz's little game! This is getting really frustrating!"

"Are you sure? He seems clueless about it."

"Quiet, you two. We can't argue about this now."

After that, there was nothing but quiet mutters. What was that all about? Nagi wondered. He then continued down to the kitchen, tucking what he had heard to some other part of his brain to think about later.

"Ohayou (good morning)," he quietly greeted the Weiß members as he entered the kitchen.

Ken greeted him cheerfully enough, seemingly comfortable with his presence. Yohji mumbled a good morning through a cup of coffee. Aya, of course, didn't give a reply.

"Here." A bowl of rice with raw egg (whatever you people think, this is what some people eat for breakfast), toast, and a cup of juice appeared in front of him. Nagi blinked and looked up. Ken grinned and gently pushed him to the table, where Nagi ate his breakfast and thought.

Today's not a school day, so what do I do? He mused. He glanced around. Hmm. . .I wonder what Omi will be doing-

"Hey!" a voice broke into his thoughts. He looked at the voice's owner, Yohji.

"Where's Omi? Still sleeping?" At Nagi's nod, Yohji chuckled. "We'll just let him sleep for a little while longer, then."

After eating, Nagi placed his dishes in the sink. Before he went anywhere though, Aya told him to wake Omi up. Nagi let himself into Omi's room after he left the kitchen. He stared at the cherubic face of the sleeping boy he was to wake and shook his head.

There are certain ways to get people up that are also (sort of) polite. Number One: Say the person's name. Nagi did just that. When that failed to wake Omi, he proceeded to Number Two: Shake the person gently. That also didn't work, and neither did Number Three, which was to shake the person harder.

Nagi glared down at the sleeping Omi, exasperated. Finally, he leaned down to yell in Omi's ear. Just as he took a deep breath however, big blue eyes opened up. Nagi then realized how close he was to Omi. His face almost touched Omi's cheek.

Nagi froze for a second, then abruptly scrambled backwards, his face very red. Omi's face was equally if not more red, as he sat up.

"Ah! Gomenasai (sorry), Omi-kun, I was trying to wake you up," Nagi explained.

"Ano. . .arigatou."

"I'll be downstairs, Omi-kun," Nagi said, beating a hasty retreat out the door, and leaving poor, confused Omi behind.

About fifteen minutes later, Omi came down, dressed and ready for the day. He ate breakfast and chatted away happily. He was amazed that Yohji was up this early; maybe he's changing his habits?

"Aya-kun, what are we doing today? Do we need to go anywhere?" Omi asked.

"Actually, yes. I need you to go get these," Aya replied, handing Omi a list of things to buy. Aya hesitated, then said, "Take the Scwarz boy with you."

"Un (an expression of agreement)!" Omi cheerfully accepted the list and waved at Nagi to follow him.

He's a lot different now then from when we first met, Nagi contemplated. Why is he changing so fast? Is it because he's with his 'family'? Or is it something else entirely. . .?"

"Look, Nagi-kun!" Omi waved the list in front of his face. "There are about fifteen things we have to get on this list! No fair!" Omi pouted. "They're both food and non food stuff! We'll have to go to different stores."

Nagi grabbed the paper and scanned it. "Hmm. . .There are more foods we have to get than non-foods, so let's get the non-foods first. We have to get paper, printer ink, any needed computer equipment, a soccer ball, soap, and headache and hangover medicine." Nagi raised an eyebrow at the last item on the list.

"It's for Yohji-kun and Aya-kun," Omi explained, looking embarrassed.

"Ah." Well, that COMPLETELY explained that.

They picked up what they needed at a couple of stores and then went for the food stores. Thankfully, the non-foods weren't that heavy of big.

"Let's see," Omi muttered, looking at the list. "We need apples and pickles (puzzled looks from both boys), noodles, miso soup, rice, eggs, fish, Popsicles, and bread."

"Eeto. . .it's too much for us too carry, I'll call Yohji," he said, locating a phone and punching in a number.

"Ken-kun? I need to speak to Yohji-kun. Yohji-kun? Can you come to (insert store name here) now? Well, in twenty minutes, then. We'll have too many things to carry. Arigatou. Jaa!"

"He's coming, let's hurry and get the food!" Omi informed Nagi. He grabbed Nagi's hand and pulled him towards the store.

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School again, Nagi sighed. Yesterday had been nice; nothing pressing to do, no Crawford hanging around or giving him work, and he was with Omi. Well, at least it was only. . .five minutes until school was over.

"Naoe! Detention!" the Sensei of his current last class (English) yelled in his face.

"Nani?! But I didn't do anything!" Nagi yelped in defense.

"YOU. HAVE. DETENTION!!!" The teacher gritted between his teeth. Nagi, backed down. For some odd reason, that teacher really disliked him.

Nagi slumped in defeat. "Hai, hai."

The bell rang. "Naoe, stay and clean the hallways and the boy's bathroom for an hour," Sensei told him as everyone else scrambled for the door to freedom.

"Hai, Sensei," Nagi said, no expression on his face.

"Nagi-kun! I'll stay with you until you're done," Omi offered. "Ken- kun'll cover for me at the Koneko."

"Arigatou." Nagi gave Omi a small smile. He was grateful that someone cared enough to wait for him.

Nagi walked out into the hallway and to the closet. He dropped his school bag on the floor there, and got a scrubbing brush and cleaner. He went into the boy's bathroom. (This is a horrible punishment!! Who would WANT to clean other people's. . .STUFF off?!)

Omi popped his head in. "Nagi-kun? I'll be right outside here, doing my homework."

Nagi made a sound of acknowledgement, and Omi's head disappeared. He got to work, and in about half an hour, he was done. He washed his hands and took the scrubber and cleaner back, then took out the broom and dustpan. He swept the bathroom and hallways, with Omi watching him.

"I'm going to get a drink at one of the vending machines," Omi said, standing up and brushing off his shorts. "Do you want something?"

"Yeah," Nagi replied, trying to get an uncooperative pile of trash into the dustpan.

Omi walked off somewhere, and Nagi finished cleaning up for the remaining time of detention. He wrote a note to his detention-giving sensei that said he did his detention and Omi could vouch for him.

Where is Omi, anyway? Shouldn't he be back by now? Nagi asked himself. "Omi? Omi, where are you?"

There was no answer. Worried, Nagi walked around, searching for Omi. A flash of sunlight on metal surprised him. He quickly hid behind a set of lockers and peeked over the edge. It was Farfarello, standing there, carrying a knife.

Nagi wondered what the Irish man was doing there. It seemed like he was looking for something. Or someone. Nagi's eyes widened. Where WAS Omi?!

He slipped by Farfarello and ran to the nearest vending machine he knew of. Omi was there. Thank Kami-sama. "Omi!" he hissed.

Omi whipped around, startled. "Nagi?"

"Did you see Farfarello?"

Omi nodded. "I hid from him. I don't know what he's doing here, but I have a feeling he's especially dangerous right now."

Nagi breathed a sigh of relief, and walked up to Omi. "He has a kni- "

Nagi was stopped in mid-sentence because Omi had covered his mouth with his hand. Omi pressed a finger to his lips in a signal to stay silent.

They stood there, in that same position, Nagi's eyes wide, listening. They heard nothing for a few minutes. Suddenly, Omi grabbed Nagi and swung them behind the wall near the vending machine.

Doki doki. Doki doki(beating of someone's heart). Nagi's heart beat faster. Omi's hand was still on his mouth, and the other hand was around his waist and chest, pressing him into the older boy's body. They were so close that Nagi could tilt his head up and kiss Omi's face. He blushed heavily.

"I heard Berserker's footsteps," Omi breathed quietly into his ear, his lips brushing Nagi's ear. Nagi shivered; he couldn't stop it.

Loud footsteps rang through the empty school. A few seconds passed, and the two behind the wall barely moved. Those few seconds seemed like hours to Nagi. Finally, the footsteps walked farther away and faded.

Omi released Nagi and stepped away. Nagi had his face turned away; it was still flushed.

"We should go," Omi whispered.

Nagi nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

They cautiously walked to the hallway, where Omi and Nagi had their school things, picked them up, then left.

"Nagi-kun? Do you know why Berserker was there?" Omi asked a few minutes after leaving the school.

"I have no idea," Nagi answered, shaking his head.

The two boys walked in silence the rest of the way back home, each lost in their own thoughts.

End Chapter Five

THERE!!! A longer chapter!! Happy now?! (Pointedly stares at random person.) And don't forget to review!!