Blond lochs fell into his eyes and he thought to himself. 'Why can't I fall
asleep?'
He finally sat up. 'Did I forget something.?'
His eyes focused onto the computer screen and with a passion to cease these endless mundane thoughts he sat at it.
A reflection past the screen, though it was only in his mind.
/Aya/
Omi grabbed his head with his left hand and slid away any tears that tried to make their presence apparent.
Why did he care what he thought? Since when did he care for /Aya's/ approval?
True, he was the leader, true Omi did like being approved of, but was-is it true that he would go so far out of his way to please someone just to get approved or was it something else? No, Omi wasn't going out of his WAY for this, he wanted to do it. Or did he? Omi tried to think back, no, no he definitely would still have sat at his computer and worked on this sick or not. For his friends as helpless as they were around computers needed the information.
But the mission? Omi sighed. He still couldn't figure out if he was going on the mission to help the others or to make Aya love . Omi's mind froze. 'No, I don't expect or want Aya to love me. no, I don't deserve it.' Omi smiled at that even if it hurt to think that thought. 'Not even like a brother, I'm not worth it; Aya is worth more than that, more than me. I could only wish for him to reciprocate a friendship. anything else. no. No. I want Aya to be my friend.' Omi nodded at that, 'why won't Aya just be my friend? .maybe in some way once he thought that. but now. now that I'm a Takatori.' he corrected himself. 'No, I am NOT a Takatori, I just have their horrible blood and until I spill enough of the bad blood to make it go away Aya will never want me, and neither will I.'
He sighed, again these thoughts of Aya. He swore at himself, blamed the fever and walked back to his bed. Maybe Ken-kun would help and make breakfast so he could sleep in.
'That's asking a bit much, no?' Omi questioned himself, 'The others. to help you? Why should they.' A tear fell past Omi's eyes as he tucked himself in. '.because they ARE my friends, I'm just being insecure. And an ingrate, I'm being a lousy friend, a friend only sees the best in their friends and in their intents. I don't deserve friends as great as I have; they make me feel young and loved. I think I'll make them something nice.'
***WK***
Yoji moved throughout the bottom of the house, unruly and unable to sleep. This time like all others he was upset, but unlike most nights where his thoughts rested on Asuka until he screwed his brain out on the cocktail of orgy, booze and cigarettes, tonight they rested solely on Omi.
'Why didn't he come to me? I'm supposed to be. like his big brother or something.' Yoji pouted. Though the cause was unlike many others, the effect was almost the same, instead of drowning out his woes in cheap booze and cheaper women; today he stuck with just the booze, and cigarettes of course. 'How could the Chibi feel threatened by me so much to not visit me in his time of need?' His face sobered as an idea formed. He'd find OUT why, right now, before his courage and stupor wore off and left him empty of impulse. No. He would find OUT just why Omi didn't come to him.
He put down the bottle of Jack Daniels and walked. all right so he staggered up the steps.
He slid into Omi's door as if hitting some sacred resting point that he must pay homage to before entering the shrine that is Omi's private bedchambers.
As he was about to knock, Aya came steps behind him. A firm hand told Yoji to gather his courage some OTHER night, and Yoji was quick to retreat to his room, brushing it off as a "I was going to see if he has the Advil" comment as he waltzed away with pride and a fresh wonder of what the hell AYA was doing up and at Omi's door above all else.
His curiosity might just be poignant enough to ask Ken-ken come the sober morning. in regular time that translates directly to no sooner than four hours after noon, and possibly later still, ESPECIALLY if the Chibi wasn't up jumping back and forth trying to encourage him to join the mid-day sun.
***WK***
The air was permeable with it. Alcohol. Yoji's escapades from last night stank up the kitchen, the trash, the bathroom, and almost everywhere else the drunkard had swayed. Aya's fist clenched, Kudou should be THANKFUL that he added in the ALMOST to that everywhere for had just one waft of liquor came to the side of the hall in which Omi resided, Kudou's teeth missing would be parallel to the hours that scent lasted there.
Aya closed his eyes to think. Again, why was he protecting that Takatori? Was it guilt? Was it something else? Why should it be either! His fist clenched and released several times and his eyes finally shot open as he noticed a body close by to him, the heat surging through his skin and making his blood boil and heart race with adrenalin or pheromones, he wasn't quite sure, but assumed the former as the latter would be . revolting, wouldn't it be?
"What do you want, Takatori!" Aya spat angrily.
Omi shrank away from the sink. Trying to ignore Aya's anger he gave a half- hearted shrug, gestured his glass and added, "Just getting something to drink." He slid out of the room, holding his breath not for Aya to run after him in anger, he doubted he could run this sick. He slid against the door, brought up his bravery and turned back into the kitchen, in doing this running head first into Aya's chest.
"Gomen Nasai, Aya-kun! I ." Omi blushed and diverted his eyes from the calculating violet ones. ".was wondering. what did you want for dinner? I mean, if I'm not going to work in the shop I can at least make sure everyone has a dinner they would like."
"So you're saying you're too sick to work but well enough to slave over an oven." Aya noted with a touch of sarcasm.
Omi froze. "It's not that at all, I would happily work if Ken-kun would allow me to, but he insisted I didn't overwork myself until I was off the antibiotics and my fever was gone-- I."
Aya shook his head at him, "Omi, don't worry. We'll just get take-out. You shouldn't be around raw food when you're sick."
"Oh. Right, I forgot. I wouldn't get you sick." He reached into his pocket and pulled a white cloth out from it, Aya's eyes widened. ".I can't believe I forgot, I'm sorry I was so inconsiderate. Please forgive me Aya-kun." He put the cloth facemask on and fastened it tight around his head.
"Omi, I didn't mean it like that. I meant that. oh never mind." Aya growled, "I'M late to work, and somebody here has to open the damn shop." He swore violently, more towards Yoji then Omi, but Omi felt the guilt trip all the same.
***WK***
'When did you become such a bastard, Ran?' He asked himself hard in criticism.
He watered the roses for the third time until Omi's subtle cough rang in the back of his ears.
"What are you doing down on the shop floor?" Aya said in an equally complaining voice as it was disciplining.
".I thought I'd give you a hand in the back. I promise not to get any patrons sick." Omi said with a firm nod, the facemask still ever tight. "Plus, I think the roses could use a break. Aya! You're going to drown them. Why don't you work the floor and I'll keep the back area tidy, just until the morning rush is over. I heard the bells and door chime ringing for five minutes straight."
Aya nodded, wiped his hands on his apron's front and walked out of the storage area. "Good enough for me."
Aya turned around, contemplating, then nodding inwardly he said back to the sickly blond, "But if Ken catches you here, I had nothing to do with it."
Omi snorted and in doing so almost spilt the entire canister of water Aya had just been using to drown the roses onto the floor. Instead he managed to spill half of it on himself, and the other half remained diligently behind with the promise of next time.
"Damn it Omi, you're making more of a mess than you're cleaning." Aya swore, walking from the room muttering to himself.
Omi's eyes shrank. Aya usually, as hard as he seemed, never actually SAID anything so criticizing, he'd USUALLY just stare at you until you filled in the blanks about how big of a fuck up and worthless sack of shit you were since the day you were born, but to actually say that. Omi sighed he really WAS getting under Aya's skin lately. A task he often thought was strictly reserved for Yoji, oh, and Ken on his 'best' of days.
***WK***
Three O'clock rolled around and Ken finally came to join in on his shift.
Regrettably, Aya had forgot to warn Omi to leave before the brunette went on tangent about the boy skimping out on his orders.
Aya walked into the kitchen, forgetting to give warning to the blond boy in storage that Hidaka was now on shift. He brewed himself a cup of tea and began sipping it just to hear Ken's voice let out a yell and Omi's voice shrill a yelp.
Said tea sprayed from Aya's mouth into the sink as well as a rightly placed, "Shit!" Smacking himself in the forehead, he cleaned up the spilt tea, and himself and went back into the shop; he glared at Omi as he came in.
Ken was pulling on his ear screaming, "And THIS is what you do when you're sick?! What are you a Type-A Workaholic or just an inconsiderate baka!"
"Omi! There you are!" Aya said, plotting as he went along, "I told you not to ask Ken what he wanted for dinner, I TOLD you he wasn't in the storage room, and more over I TOLD you to pick up the newspaper how many of these things did you actually listen to?! Do I just TALK for no reason?" He glared; the boy shrank not recalling a word of this. "Maybe I SHOULD just stick to yes and hn. Answers, maybe THEN you idiots would listen more carefully. One syllable's not as nearly hard to fuck up in your brains. Omi, come here NOW, Ken, get back to work!" He spat, pulling Omi from a Ken with a fast to dissipate state of irritation. Ken's gaze became quickly that of pity for Omi as Aya led him, by force, to be chewed out in the kitchen.
***WK***
Omi sat in the kitchen chair, flinching, waiting for Aya to start the screaming process that he had seen in the other room.
After half a minute of nothing, he opened his eyes and was shocked to see Aya making himself another cup of tea.
"A. Aya.kun. I didn't remember you saying anything about the paper."
Aya rolled his eyes and touched Omi's head. "You're still warm." He removed his hand and handed the boy his tea, preparing himself to make another mug of the warm liquid.
"Aya?" Omi asked questioningly, but not a fool to pass up such kind offerings especially from what Yoji would call 'Stone-Faced, Ice Queen, give a round of applause to Aya Fujiyama!' Omi quickly snatched the token and downed it.
"Gomen about that, I forgot all about you still being in the back, you were being so quiet. I'm used to Yoji making a fuss about being in there, in the mornings he actually COMES to work. that when it was silent my mind just placed Yoji NOT being there and the room being empty."
Omi blushed.
Aya continued, "You really should be in bed. After all, we leave for the mission at 20:00 Hours."
Omi nodded, placing the cup in the sink gingerly preparing to wash it.
Aya glared at him, "I meant now. I'll make Yoji do the dishes when he wakes up, that'll serve him right for skimping out work." Aya muttered some profanities while shaking his fist, he turned and smiled, eyes tightly closed, in Omi's direction, "Seriously, everything's fine. In fact, I'll spring for dinner."
Omi felt his OWN head at that moment. Aya. Smiling. SMILING?! And more over Aya was being kind. and to a Takator-- no, to OMI. Aya was being kind to him. He had to be delusional, but just in case, "Domo Arigatou Aya-kun!" He bowed his head and with a hurried step went off to bed, for if he was dreaming this sweetly in the kitchen he could only taste what delights his mind would receive in it's proper place.
TBC.
Ahaha, to everyone who reviewed thank you VERY much! As you can see, this is my second piece of WK literature released to the outside world. Ahem, kind of on a whim I made Aya a bit. OOC? Well, I think it's part of his character BEFORE that horrible business with his family's mass murdering and all. but, neh. Ja Matte! See you all soon I hope. And again, to EVERYONE who reviewed, you actually made me get off my arse and write this, but I finished this at 1:41 AM EST. and I wake UP at 8:30 AM EST in the said morning, so. gotta go! R&R Please!!!
He finally sat up. 'Did I forget something.?'
His eyes focused onto the computer screen and with a passion to cease these endless mundane thoughts he sat at it.
A reflection past the screen, though it was only in his mind.
/Aya/
Omi grabbed his head with his left hand and slid away any tears that tried to make their presence apparent.
Why did he care what he thought? Since when did he care for /Aya's/ approval?
True, he was the leader, true Omi did like being approved of, but was-is it true that he would go so far out of his way to please someone just to get approved or was it something else? No, Omi wasn't going out of his WAY for this, he wanted to do it. Or did he? Omi tried to think back, no, no he definitely would still have sat at his computer and worked on this sick or not. For his friends as helpless as they were around computers needed the information.
But the mission? Omi sighed. He still couldn't figure out if he was going on the mission to help the others or to make Aya love . Omi's mind froze. 'No, I don't expect or want Aya to love me. no, I don't deserve it.' Omi smiled at that even if it hurt to think that thought. 'Not even like a brother, I'm not worth it; Aya is worth more than that, more than me. I could only wish for him to reciprocate a friendship. anything else. no. No. I want Aya to be my friend.' Omi nodded at that, 'why won't Aya just be my friend? .maybe in some way once he thought that. but now. now that I'm a Takatori.' he corrected himself. 'No, I am NOT a Takatori, I just have their horrible blood and until I spill enough of the bad blood to make it go away Aya will never want me, and neither will I.'
He sighed, again these thoughts of Aya. He swore at himself, blamed the fever and walked back to his bed. Maybe Ken-kun would help and make breakfast so he could sleep in.
'That's asking a bit much, no?' Omi questioned himself, 'The others. to help you? Why should they.' A tear fell past Omi's eyes as he tucked himself in. '.because they ARE my friends, I'm just being insecure. And an ingrate, I'm being a lousy friend, a friend only sees the best in their friends and in their intents. I don't deserve friends as great as I have; they make me feel young and loved. I think I'll make them something nice.'
***WK***
Yoji moved throughout the bottom of the house, unruly and unable to sleep. This time like all others he was upset, but unlike most nights where his thoughts rested on Asuka until he screwed his brain out on the cocktail of orgy, booze and cigarettes, tonight they rested solely on Omi.
'Why didn't he come to me? I'm supposed to be. like his big brother or something.' Yoji pouted. Though the cause was unlike many others, the effect was almost the same, instead of drowning out his woes in cheap booze and cheaper women; today he stuck with just the booze, and cigarettes of course. 'How could the Chibi feel threatened by me so much to not visit me in his time of need?' His face sobered as an idea formed. He'd find OUT why, right now, before his courage and stupor wore off and left him empty of impulse. No. He would find OUT just why Omi didn't come to him.
He put down the bottle of Jack Daniels and walked. all right so he staggered up the steps.
He slid into Omi's door as if hitting some sacred resting point that he must pay homage to before entering the shrine that is Omi's private bedchambers.
As he was about to knock, Aya came steps behind him. A firm hand told Yoji to gather his courage some OTHER night, and Yoji was quick to retreat to his room, brushing it off as a "I was going to see if he has the Advil" comment as he waltzed away with pride and a fresh wonder of what the hell AYA was doing up and at Omi's door above all else.
His curiosity might just be poignant enough to ask Ken-ken come the sober morning. in regular time that translates directly to no sooner than four hours after noon, and possibly later still, ESPECIALLY if the Chibi wasn't up jumping back and forth trying to encourage him to join the mid-day sun.
***WK***
The air was permeable with it. Alcohol. Yoji's escapades from last night stank up the kitchen, the trash, the bathroom, and almost everywhere else the drunkard had swayed. Aya's fist clenched, Kudou should be THANKFUL that he added in the ALMOST to that everywhere for had just one waft of liquor came to the side of the hall in which Omi resided, Kudou's teeth missing would be parallel to the hours that scent lasted there.
Aya closed his eyes to think. Again, why was he protecting that Takatori? Was it guilt? Was it something else? Why should it be either! His fist clenched and released several times and his eyes finally shot open as he noticed a body close by to him, the heat surging through his skin and making his blood boil and heart race with adrenalin or pheromones, he wasn't quite sure, but assumed the former as the latter would be . revolting, wouldn't it be?
"What do you want, Takatori!" Aya spat angrily.
Omi shrank away from the sink. Trying to ignore Aya's anger he gave a half- hearted shrug, gestured his glass and added, "Just getting something to drink." He slid out of the room, holding his breath not for Aya to run after him in anger, he doubted he could run this sick. He slid against the door, brought up his bravery and turned back into the kitchen, in doing this running head first into Aya's chest.
"Gomen Nasai, Aya-kun! I ." Omi blushed and diverted his eyes from the calculating violet ones. ".was wondering. what did you want for dinner? I mean, if I'm not going to work in the shop I can at least make sure everyone has a dinner they would like."
"So you're saying you're too sick to work but well enough to slave over an oven." Aya noted with a touch of sarcasm.
Omi froze. "It's not that at all, I would happily work if Ken-kun would allow me to, but he insisted I didn't overwork myself until I was off the antibiotics and my fever was gone-- I."
Aya shook his head at him, "Omi, don't worry. We'll just get take-out. You shouldn't be around raw food when you're sick."
"Oh. Right, I forgot. I wouldn't get you sick." He reached into his pocket and pulled a white cloth out from it, Aya's eyes widened. ".I can't believe I forgot, I'm sorry I was so inconsiderate. Please forgive me Aya-kun." He put the cloth facemask on and fastened it tight around his head.
"Omi, I didn't mean it like that. I meant that. oh never mind." Aya growled, "I'M late to work, and somebody here has to open the damn shop." He swore violently, more towards Yoji then Omi, but Omi felt the guilt trip all the same.
***WK***
'When did you become such a bastard, Ran?' He asked himself hard in criticism.
He watered the roses for the third time until Omi's subtle cough rang in the back of his ears.
"What are you doing down on the shop floor?" Aya said in an equally complaining voice as it was disciplining.
".I thought I'd give you a hand in the back. I promise not to get any patrons sick." Omi said with a firm nod, the facemask still ever tight. "Plus, I think the roses could use a break. Aya! You're going to drown them. Why don't you work the floor and I'll keep the back area tidy, just until the morning rush is over. I heard the bells and door chime ringing for five minutes straight."
Aya nodded, wiped his hands on his apron's front and walked out of the storage area. "Good enough for me."
Aya turned around, contemplating, then nodding inwardly he said back to the sickly blond, "But if Ken catches you here, I had nothing to do with it."
Omi snorted and in doing so almost spilt the entire canister of water Aya had just been using to drown the roses onto the floor. Instead he managed to spill half of it on himself, and the other half remained diligently behind with the promise of next time.
"Damn it Omi, you're making more of a mess than you're cleaning." Aya swore, walking from the room muttering to himself.
Omi's eyes shrank. Aya usually, as hard as he seemed, never actually SAID anything so criticizing, he'd USUALLY just stare at you until you filled in the blanks about how big of a fuck up and worthless sack of shit you were since the day you were born, but to actually say that. Omi sighed he really WAS getting under Aya's skin lately. A task he often thought was strictly reserved for Yoji, oh, and Ken on his 'best' of days.
***WK***
Three O'clock rolled around and Ken finally came to join in on his shift.
Regrettably, Aya had forgot to warn Omi to leave before the brunette went on tangent about the boy skimping out on his orders.
Aya walked into the kitchen, forgetting to give warning to the blond boy in storage that Hidaka was now on shift. He brewed himself a cup of tea and began sipping it just to hear Ken's voice let out a yell and Omi's voice shrill a yelp.
Said tea sprayed from Aya's mouth into the sink as well as a rightly placed, "Shit!" Smacking himself in the forehead, he cleaned up the spilt tea, and himself and went back into the shop; he glared at Omi as he came in.
Ken was pulling on his ear screaming, "And THIS is what you do when you're sick?! What are you a Type-A Workaholic or just an inconsiderate baka!"
"Omi! There you are!" Aya said, plotting as he went along, "I told you not to ask Ken what he wanted for dinner, I TOLD you he wasn't in the storage room, and more over I TOLD you to pick up the newspaper how many of these things did you actually listen to?! Do I just TALK for no reason?" He glared; the boy shrank not recalling a word of this. "Maybe I SHOULD just stick to yes and hn. Answers, maybe THEN you idiots would listen more carefully. One syllable's not as nearly hard to fuck up in your brains. Omi, come here NOW, Ken, get back to work!" He spat, pulling Omi from a Ken with a fast to dissipate state of irritation. Ken's gaze became quickly that of pity for Omi as Aya led him, by force, to be chewed out in the kitchen.
***WK***
Omi sat in the kitchen chair, flinching, waiting for Aya to start the screaming process that he had seen in the other room.
After half a minute of nothing, he opened his eyes and was shocked to see Aya making himself another cup of tea.
"A. Aya.kun. I didn't remember you saying anything about the paper."
Aya rolled his eyes and touched Omi's head. "You're still warm." He removed his hand and handed the boy his tea, preparing himself to make another mug of the warm liquid.
"Aya?" Omi asked questioningly, but not a fool to pass up such kind offerings especially from what Yoji would call 'Stone-Faced, Ice Queen, give a round of applause to Aya Fujiyama!' Omi quickly snatched the token and downed it.
"Gomen about that, I forgot all about you still being in the back, you were being so quiet. I'm used to Yoji making a fuss about being in there, in the mornings he actually COMES to work. that when it was silent my mind just placed Yoji NOT being there and the room being empty."
Omi blushed.
Aya continued, "You really should be in bed. After all, we leave for the mission at 20:00 Hours."
Omi nodded, placing the cup in the sink gingerly preparing to wash it.
Aya glared at him, "I meant now. I'll make Yoji do the dishes when he wakes up, that'll serve him right for skimping out work." Aya muttered some profanities while shaking his fist, he turned and smiled, eyes tightly closed, in Omi's direction, "Seriously, everything's fine. In fact, I'll spring for dinner."
Omi felt his OWN head at that moment. Aya. Smiling. SMILING?! And more over Aya was being kind. and to a Takator-- no, to OMI. Aya was being kind to him. He had to be delusional, but just in case, "Domo Arigatou Aya-kun!" He bowed his head and with a hurried step went off to bed, for if he was dreaming this sweetly in the kitchen he could only taste what delights his mind would receive in it's proper place.
TBC.
Ahaha, to everyone who reviewed thank you VERY much! As you can see, this is my second piece of WK literature released to the outside world. Ahem, kind of on a whim I made Aya a bit. OOC? Well, I think it's part of his character BEFORE that horrible business with his family's mass murdering and all. but, neh. Ja Matte! See you all soon I hope. And again, to EVERYONE who reviewed, you actually made me get off my arse and write this, but I finished this at 1:41 AM EST. and I wake UP at 8:30 AM EST in the said morning, so. gotta go! R&R Please!!!