Yabureta: Broken
Aya returned with the hibachi dinner. Stir-fried steak, chicken, vegetables and shrimp on skews and wrapped inside a box filled with beef-seasons curry noodles. Omi had always liked Beef Tempura and he most certainly had a box of that, somewhere, dedicated to Omi, somewhere.
He shoved down three dinners to the table, "My sake better be here when I get back."
Aya walked inside the hospital room. Omi looked at Aya nervously.
"Aya. what's in your hand?"
"Just dinner. You like American food don't you?" Aya said nonchalantly.
"Aya I told you, you don't have to be nice to me. I mean."
Aya glared at him. "Do you really think I need you to tell me what I can and can not do? I am an adult, unlike ." He stopped himself short, though not enough.
"I'm sorry. you're right. how much do I owe you Aya-kun?"
"Nothing. I said I'd pick up dinner."
"." Omi blushed, "I see."
"Will it do?"
"Of course it will." Omi smiled happily. He opened the meal to see the beef tempura, his eyes lit up. "Aya, I thought you said you got American. food."
"I was teasing you, I know you hate American. You could have declined you know."
"But I'm hungry." Omi smiled, "besides that would be very rude, you work hard to just blow it on a dinner that won't get eaten."
Aya rolled his eyes, "Do you ever think of yourself first? I'm starting to think you're actually selfish, that it's all a ploy to make you seem better than you are, like a martyr or something."
Omi pouted. "Aya-kun.. Do you really think that.?" He slurped down some noodles.
"No, absolutely not."
"Are you being sarcastic now or are you serious?" Omi pouted, looking at him with a frumpy look. He wiped his mouth and took a drink of his soymilk.
"I guess you'll just have to figure that out. Now won't you?"
"Aya-kun!" Omi's eyes drifted upward, rolling at the redhead. "Aren't you going to eat too?"
"Why do you always insist on calling me that?"
He turned to face the bed, "Aya-kun you mean? It just. grew on me, isn't it the polite thing to say?"
"I didn't mean the -kun part."
Omi blushed. "I don't understand what you mean. Aya! You're being mean! You're teasing a sick person." He pouted his lip and made a sulking expression. "You didn't answer me! Aren't you going to eat?"
Aya smiled and leaned near Omi, "are you done eating yet?"
Omi's blush only rose; Aya was mere inches from his face. "Uh. yeah. Oh! Domo Arigatou Aya-kun!"
Aya licked his lips and kissed Omi, sliding his tongue into the boy's mouth. When Omi's shocked eyes met his amethyst eyes he snapped to his senses and pulled back.
Omi's hands went lax, "A. Aya. kun."
A long moment passed and Omi could swear he heard Aya mutter, "I just had my dessert." but brushing that off as a fevered thought, and possibly the best hallucination he looked at Aya.
"Aya. did you. just. kis." He quieted himself too embarrassed to continue, especially if he HAD been delusional.
".I. I'm sorry, I'll go; I can't believe I did that."
"Wait! Aya-kun, where are you going?"
"I shouldn't be here Omi. You're sick. and that is bordering on taking advantage of sick people."
"What do you mean by that? I'm pretty sure I didn't back away, nor would I have!"
Aya sighed, "But I think you'd say the same for anyone else to kiss you. Wouldn't you?"
Omi's eyes flared, "You do realize that you're implying I'm a slut, don't you? No I most certainly would NOT just let anybody kiss me. Aya you bastard, I have feelings don't play with them."
"You're absolutely right, Omi, and I do seem to play with your feelings, a lot. And that's why I have to go."
"Wait! Why did you kiss me?"
"." Aya blushed, the first time Omi ever saw him blush an instinctual fear of death passed him only momentarily.
"Was it just to see if I'd push back?"
"No! .Omi. I didn't mean to . what I mean to say, I didn't want you to. listen, I didn't mean to imply you were a . a slut or something like that. Omi. I love you. And for that I hate myself. I love a Takatori. it's revolting and yet I can't help it. I should leave. in fact I will be."
"I'm *not* a Takatori. You told me that. I'm Tsukiyono, Omi. I am Omi. Two of the most important people in my life and all my friends alike know me as Tsukiyono, Omi. Don't pull that shit on me. Not now, not now that I know you feel the same way."
".I should be going."
"Why, because you're scared? I thought Aya Ran Fujiyama did not run away, that Aya Ran Fujiyama didn't CARE what people think, that he would do what he wants when he wants if its for someone he loves. I thought Aya RAN Fujiyama didn't care what anyone but he himself thought. Are you a liar Ran. or are you a coward?"
Aya's ears perked up at that last part. "That sounds like an invitation. you're lucky you're sick."
Omi gulped, death imminent. 'Well, it's been swell, life.' He could see the telltale swoosh of red and assumed pain would soon take hold.
With a pleasant surprise the only pain he felt was of hands pressing down on his wrists, followed immediately by soft, damp lips on his ear, cheek, and mouth.
Fire. His body was on fire.
Not the sweltering heat of fever, but the fervent fire of passion.
Damn that was nice.
Omi panted at the sudden addition of heat and sexual energy that grew in his chest, arms, legs and. leg.
"Aya. your dinner. it's going to get cold."
Aya smirked at that, "I'll make sure I keep you warm."
Omi gulped, "What do you mean by that Aya?"
"I mean you're what I'm having for supper. That is, if you'll let me."
Omi blushed. "Aren't you scared you'll get sick?"
"The only thing I'm scared of is you getting sick of me and all my bullshit. Tsukiyono Omi, I love you."
"Oh Aya!" Omi's eyes filled with diamond-colored tears. "I'll never get tired of you, I love you too Aya-kun! Please tell me if this is a dream that you'll never let anyone wake me up."
"Only if you promise me the same."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ken sighed, "Damn Yoji, Aya's taking a LONG time delivering Omi dinner. what the hell? If Omi's asleep why doesn't he just leave it there."
Yoji eyed the door uncannily.
Ken approached the said door.
Yoji called to Ken, "I suggest you step back unless you want to see the elusive two-backed beast."
"What? What the hell is that Yoji? And why would it be in Omi's room?"
Yoji smirked. "Ken, if you don't know yet, I'm not going to be the one to tell you."
"What do you mean?" He walked up to Yoji and glared at him. He shook his head and walked back to the door.
Yoji noticed the steam, a steam he knew all too well, that was the steam that only flesh-on-flesh could create. Yoji smirked, "I think the Ice Queen melted."
Ken eyed him again, "What the HELL do you mean? Are you talking about Aya? Why . HOW could he melt?"
Ken, frustrated at this system of riddles finally walked up to the door, ready to open it, only to see Aya open the door, walk out and go outside of the emergency room. Ken looked at Aya oddly for a moment.
His shirt was undone, his hair was muffled, and he was sweaty, his jacket was presumably in the room with Omi, and so were his shoes to the look of it. "It must really be hot in there, huh Aya?" Ken commented. "Are you going to the janitors to ask them to lower the heat?"
Yoji snickered if only in the back of his mind, something told him Ken was about to get smacked, or the possible 'Shi ne!' for invading Aya's privacy, as well as Omi's, even though he didn't.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you insinuating something Hidaka?!"
Ken gulped, "No. I mean. it's steamy. you're hot. and sweaty. and half- undressed."
Yoji chimed in, "I'd say it's more half RE-dressed."
"OH MY GOD! AYA!" Ken screamed, clamping his hand over his mouth immediately afterwards. "How could you? He's sick. HE'S 17! Aya. that's . gross. it's. OMI!"
Aya grabbed Ken by the collar, "Let me put it this way Hidaka, be GLAD you don't like him like that. And if ANY of you mention any of this to Omi. if he finds out you knew without either of us telling you. you know the Chinese execution death by one thousand cuts? I'll one-up them."
Ken grew pale. Very pale.
The End (for now!)
Aya returned with the hibachi dinner. Stir-fried steak, chicken, vegetables and shrimp on skews and wrapped inside a box filled with beef-seasons curry noodles. Omi had always liked Beef Tempura and he most certainly had a box of that, somewhere, dedicated to Omi, somewhere.
He shoved down three dinners to the table, "My sake better be here when I get back."
Aya walked inside the hospital room. Omi looked at Aya nervously.
"Aya. what's in your hand?"
"Just dinner. You like American food don't you?" Aya said nonchalantly.
"Aya I told you, you don't have to be nice to me. I mean."
Aya glared at him. "Do you really think I need you to tell me what I can and can not do? I am an adult, unlike ." He stopped himself short, though not enough.
"I'm sorry. you're right. how much do I owe you Aya-kun?"
"Nothing. I said I'd pick up dinner."
"." Omi blushed, "I see."
"Will it do?"
"Of course it will." Omi smiled happily. He opened the meal to see the beef tempura, his eyes lit up. "Aya, I thought you said you got American. food."
"I was teasing you, I know you hate American. You could have declined you know."
"But I'm hungry." Omi smiled, "besides that would be very rude, you work hard to just blow it on a dinner that won't get eaten."
Aya rolled his eyes, "Do you ever think of yourself first? I'm starting to think you're actually selfish, that it's all a ploy to make you seem better than you are, like a martyr or something."
Omi pouted. "Aya-kun.. Do you really think that.?" He slurped down some noodles.
"No, absolutely not."
"Are you being sarcastic now or are you serious?" Omi pouted, looking at him with a frumpy look. He wiped his mouth and took a drink of his soymilk.
"I guess you'll just have to figure that out. Now won't you?"
"Aya-kun!" Omi's eyes drifted upward, rolling at the redhead. "Aren't you going to eat too?"
"Why do you always insist on calling me that?"
He turned to face the bed, "Aya-kun you mean? It just. grew on me, isn't it the polite thing to say?"
"I didn't mean the -kun part."
Omi blushed. "I don't understand what you mean. Aya! You're being mean! You're teasing a sick person." He pouted his lip and made a sulking expression. "You didn't answer me! Aren't you going to eat?"
Aya smiled and leaned near Omi, "are you done eating yet?"
Omi's blush only rose; Aya was mere inches from his face. "Uh. yeah. Oh! Domo Arigatou Aya-kun!"
Aya licked his lips and kissed Omi, sliding his tongue into the boy's mouth. When Omi's shocked eyes met his amethyst eyes he snapped to his senses and pulled back.
Omi's hands went lax, "A. Aya. kun."
A long moment passed and Omi could swear he heard Aya mutter, "I just had my dessert." but brushing that off as a fevered thought, and possibly the best hallucination he looked at Aya.
"Aya. did you. just. kis." He quieted himself too embarrassed to continue, especially if he HAD been delusional.
".I. I'm sorry, I'll go; I can't believe I did that."
"Wait! Aya-kun, where are you going?"
"I shouldn't be here Omi. You're sick. and that is bordering on taking advantage of sick people."
"What do you mean by that? I'm pretty sure I didn't back away, nor would I have!"
Aya sighed, "But I think you'd say the same for anyone else to kiss you. Wouldn't you?"
Omi's eyes flared, "You do realize that you're implying I'm a slut, don't you? No I most certainly would NOT just let anybody kiss me. Aya you bastard, I have feelings don't play with them."
"You're absolutely right, Omi, and I do seem to play with your feelings, a lot. And that's why I have to go."
"Wait! Why did you kiss me?"
"." Aya blushed, the first time Omi ever saw him blush an instinctual fear of death passed him only momentarily.
"Was it just to see if I'd push back?"
"No! .Omi. I didn't mean to . what I mean to say, I didn't want you to. listen, I didn't mean to imply you were a . a slut or something like that. Omi. I love you. And for that I hate myself. I love a Takatori. it's revolting and yet I can't help it. I should leave. in fact I will be."
"I'm *not* a Takatori. You told me that. I'm Tsukiyono, Omi. I am Omi. Two of the most important people in my life and all my friends alike know me as Tsukiyono, Omi. Don't pull that shit on me. Not now, not now that I know you feel the same way."
".I should be going."
"Why, because you're scared? I thought Aya Ran Fujiyama did not run away, that Aya Ran Fujiyama didn't CARE what people think, that he would do what he wants when he wants if its for someone he loves. I thought Aya RAN Fujiyama didn't care what anyone but he himself thought. Are you a liar Ran. or are you a coward?"
Aya's ears perked up at that last part. "That sounds like an invitation. you're lucky you're sick."
Omi gulped, death imminent. 'Well, it's been swell, life.' He could see the telltale swoosh of red and assumed pain would soon take hold.
With a pleasant surprise the only pain he felt was of hands pressing down on his wrists, followed immediately by soft, damp lips on his ear, cheek, and mouth.
Fire. His body was on fire.
Not the sweltering heat of fever, but the fervent fire of passion.
Damn that was nice.
Omi panted at the sudden addition of heat and sexual energy that grew in his chest, arms, legs and. leg.
"Aya. your dinner. it's going to get cold."
Aya smirked at that, "I'll make sure I keep you warm."
Omi gulped, "What do you mean by that Aya?"
"I mean you're what I'm having for supper. That is, if you'll let me."
Omi blushed. "Aren't you scared you'll get sick?"
"The only thing I'm scared of is you getting sick of me and all my bullshit. Tsukiyono Omi, I love you."
"Oh Aya!" Omi's eyes filled with diamond-colored tears. "I'll never get tired of you, I love you too Aya-kun! Please tell me if this is a dream that you'll never let anyone wake me up."
"Only if you promise me the same."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ken sighed, "Damn Yoji, Aya's taking a LONG time delivering Omi dinner. what the hell? If Omi's asleep why doesn't he just leave it there."
Yoji eyed the door uncannily.
Ken approached the said door.
Yoji called to Ken, "I suggest you step back unless you want to see the elusive two-backed beast."
"What? What the hell is that Yoji? And why would it be in Omi's room?"
Yoji smirked. "Ken, if you don't know yet, I'm not going to be the one to tell you."
"What do you mean?" He walked up to Yoji and glared at him. He shook his head and walked back to the door.
Yoji noticed the steam, a steam he knew all too well, that was the steam that only flesh-on-flesh could create. Yoji smirked, "I think the Ice Queen melted."
Ken eyed him again, "What the HELL do you mean? Are you talking about Aya? Why . HOW could he melt?"
Ken, frustrated at this system of riddles finally walked up to the door, ready to open it, only to see Aya open the door, walk out and go outside of the emergency room. Ken looked at Aya oddly for a moment.
His shirt was undone, his hair was muffled, and he was sweaty, his jacket was presumably in the room with Omi, and so were his shoes to the look of it. "It must really be hot in there, huh Aya?" Ken commented. "Are you going to the janitors to ask them to lower the heat?"
Yoji snickered if only in the back of his mind, something told him Ken was about to get smacked, or the possible 'Shi ne!' for invading Aya's privacy, as well as Omi's, even though he didn't.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you insinuating something Hidaka?!"
Ken gulped, "No. I mean. it's steamy. you're hot. and sweaty. and half- undressed."
Yoji chimed in, "I'd say it's more half RE-dressed."
"OH MY GOD! AYA!" Ken screamed, clamping his hand over his mouth immediately afterwards. "How could you? He's sick. HE'S 17! Aya. that's . gross. it's. OMI!"
Aya grabbed Ken by the collar, "Let me put it this way Hidaka, be GLAD you don't like him like that. And if ANY of you mention any of this to Omi. if he finds out you knew without either of us telling you. you know the Chinese execution death by one thousand cuts? I'll one-up them."
Ken grew pale. Very pale.
The End (for now!)