Yohji
I'm not a playboy, he thought looking in a mirror, he made the look of one, but in truth he highly respected women. He walked out into the hall and heard the door slam from Aya's room; he knew that Aya was still sick. "For once in your life, Aya, take the doctor's advice and lay down!"
"Screw you," the comment was barked out at him.
Yohji knew that Aya didn't mean it; it was just the way he was. He had seen Aya taking care of Omi when he had gotten sick. Damn Schriet, he thought and walked down the hall, damn them to hell for what they did to Omi.
"There are some toxins that kill as soon as they get into the body," Shaone had yelled at them. This was his entire fault and he knew it, Aya never said it to his face, but he knew it was his fault.
Yohji liked Aya for that, he liked him for the fact that he didn't say what he was feeling all the time. He didn't hit him for making Omi sick, for Schriet's trap. He was not happy that it happened at all.
Aya wasn't such a bastard, in fact he was calm, collected, often times anal, but one had to be if one's sister was in a coma. Yohji didn't blame Aya for going on a warpath of destruction to kill Takatori.
"What will you do afterward, Aya, when all the people you want are dead?" he asked this of his friend once, though it only got him a strange look. "Takatori is dead, now what?"
When Aya left it was in the middle of the rainy season, he was living in the east near the ocean. He loved the ocean, Yohji thought and sighed remembering how the four of them took a trip to the ocean before going to the shop, that was what Omi called the goodbye to the mobile home trip.
He remembered the trip, all of it, he remembered how Ken had sprained his ankle playing volleyball and was buried in the sand by some children. He remembered Aya sitting in the shade reading a book looking rather pale and sort of ghostly and how Omi tried to push him to go in the water with him because Yohji didn't want the boy in the water by himself.
"Quit treating Omi like he's ten," Aya yelled.
"Omi doesn't know how to swim, Aya."
"I do too," Omi whined.
**
Omi, it was always Omi that everyone worried about, Yohji sighed. He had never really liked kids, but when he was forced to sign papers of foster care on Omi, it dawned on him that really he was the parent.
Yohji never admitted he was very protective of the boy. He would show up at parent teacher converses and listen to the praise. He was lucky that Omi never got in trouble at school that often.
When it came to missions, it was clear who were the brains of it and who should have been leader. Omi quickly gave leadership to Aya, it wasn't really a question of why, but how. To Omi, he put his friends first, it was clearly he cared more about them then they admitted that they cared about him.
The mission against Schriet and the war wound that Omi received from it had caused the team to nearly split. Aya was clearly the one to want him to go instantly into the hospital. Sadly it was clear that Omi was against going to the doctors, Yohji knew why too, he had held the boy down just for shots. Omi was scared of doctors and of needles.
Though in some ways, he liked watching Omi mature, he knew that the boy sneaked into his room to find the adult magazines. He knew that Omi was too shy to ask about puberty. He even covered up for the fact that the boy thought he was wet the bed when he started to have wet dreams and ran crying into Ken's room when Aya yelled at him about being too old to wet the bed.
So far, you're older than you think, Omi. He heard the knock on the door and walked out to his date thinking about his other teammate.
**
Ken was another issue in the team that really was strange. When Ken first arrived he was nursing a busted ego, to tell the truth could blame Ken for going off. In truth when Yohji saw Schwarz for the first time he never could imagine anyone worse than Ken.
Loving children was Ken's main views, he thought highly of the children he coached on his soccer team, he also would make sure they went home safely after practice, sometimes walking them home. The older man would watch Ken talking to a police officer sometimes about a child arriving at his practice with a busted lip and black eye.
Yohji knew better than to question Ken's judgment, he was hot headed, but in truth he knew he was doing the right thing.
Halloween was another thing that Yohji thought Ken took overboard a bit to the point that Ken had volunteered the flower shop to help out at trick-or- treat street. All the guys had to do was stay open and hand out treats to the children. So far Aya wanted to strangle Ken for it.
Somehow though Ken was overly protective of Omi, when trick-or-treating at fifteen, Omi looked really upset when some boys stole his candy. Aya had gone out to get it back while the brown haired soccer player tried to nurse the boy back into being his perky self again.
I have to admit, our team wouldn't be a team without Ken.
I'm not a playboy, he thought looking in a mirror, he made the look of one, but in truth he highly respected women. He walked out into the hall and heard the door slam from Aya's room; he knew that Aya was still sick. "For once in your life, Aya, take the doctor's advice and lay down!"
"Screw you," the comment was barked out at him.
Yohji knew that Aya didn't mean it; it was just the way he was. He had seen Aya taking care of Omi when he had gotten sick. Damn Schriet, he thought and walked down the hall, damn them to hell for what they did to Omi.
"There are some toxins that kill as soon as they get into the body," Shaone had yelled at them. This was his entire fault and he knew it, Aya never said it to his face, but he knew it was his fault.
Yohji liked Aya for that, he liked him for the fact that he didn't say what he was feeling all the time. He didn't hit him for making Omi sick, for Schriet's trap. He was not happy that it happened at all.
Aya wasn't such a bastard, in fact he was calm, collected, often times anal, but one had to be if one's sister was in a coma. Yohji didn't blame Aya for going on a warpath of destruction to kill Takatori.
"What will you do afterward, Aya, when all the people you want are dead?" he asked this of his friend once, though it only got him a strange look. "Takatori is dead, now what?"
When Aya left it was in the middle of the rainy season, he was living in the east near the ocean. He loved the ocean, Yohji thought and sighed remembering how the four of them took a trip to the ocean before going to the shop, that was what Omi called the goodbye to the mobile home trip.
He remembered the trip, all of it, he remembered how Ken had sprained his ankle playing volleyball and was buried in the sand by some children. He remembered Aya sitting in the shade reading a book looking rather pale and sort of ghostly and how Omi tried to push him to go in the water with him because Yohji didn't want the boy in the water by himself.
"Quit treating Omi like he's ten," Aya yelled.
"Omi doesn't know how to swim, Aya."
"I do too," Omi whined.
**
Omi, it was always Omi that everyone worried about, Yohji sighed. He had never really liked kids, but when he was forced to sign papers of foster care on Omi, it dawned on him that really he was the parent.
Yohji never admitted he was very protective of the boy. He would show up at parent teacher converses and listen to the praise. He was lucky that Omi never got in trouble at school that often.
When it came to missions, it was clear who were the brains of it and who should have been leader. Omi quickly gave leadership to Aya, it wasn't really a question of why, but how. To Omi, he put his friends first, it was clearly he cared more about them then they admitted that they cared about him.
The mission against Schriet and the war wound that Omi received from it had caused the team to nearly split. Aya was clearly the one to want him to go instantly into the hospital. Sadly it was clear that Omi was against going to the doctors, Yohji knew why too, he had held the boy down just for shots. Omi was scared of doctors and of needles.
Though in some ways, he liked watching Omi mature, he knew that the boy sneaked into his room to find the adult magazines. He knew that Omi was too shy to ask about puberty. He even covered up for the fact that the boy thought he was wet the bed when he started to have wet dreams and ran crying into Ken's room when Aya yelled at him about being too old to wet the bed.
So far, you're older than you think, Omi. He heard the knock on the door and walked out to his date thinking about his other teammate.
**
Ken was another issue in the team that really was strange. When Ken first arrived he was nursing a busted ego, to tell the truth could blame Ken for going off. In truth when Yohji saw Schwarz for the first time he never could imagine anyone worse than Ken.
Loving children was Ken's main views, he thought highly of the children he coached on his soccer team, he also would make sure they went home safely after practice, sometimes walking them home. The older man would watch Ken talking to a police officer sometimes about a child arriving at his practice with a busted lip and black eye.
Yohji knew better than to question Ken's judgment, he was hot headed, but in truth he knew he was doing the right thing.
Halloween was another thing that Yohji thought Ken took overboard a bit to the point that Ken had volunteered the flower shop to help out at trick-or- treat street. All the guys had to do was stay open and hand out treats to the children. So far Aya wanted to strangle Ken for it.
Somehow though Ken was overly protective of Omi, when trick-or-treating at fifteen, Omi looked really upset when some boys stole his candy. Aya had gone out to get it back while the brown haired soccer player tried to nurse the boy back into being his perky self again.
I have to admit, our team wouldn't be a team without Ken.