Title: Drunken Confessions
Ran
Author/pseudonym: NemKess
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Ran/Omi
Rating: PG13
Status: 1 of 2
E-mail address for feedback:: nemsmuses@msn.com

Disclaimers: Omi and Ran belong to me? I could only wish. Nope, not mine. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is made. This is purely to silence the voices in my head. ^_^


Notes: As Ashura pointed out, Drunken!Omi is so cute. I'd like to thank her for helping the plot along over AIM. Please forgive any misspellings, I have no WK beta besides the spell-check on my compy and it has weird ideas about how things should be spelt.

Summary: A phone call from a bartender will change Ran's life.
Warnings: shonen ai.. Probably OOCness some mild cussing. FLUFF. POSSIBLE SUGAR SHOCK.

When the sound of a phone rang through the apartment above the little flower shop called the Koneko, the three occupants stopped what they were doing and looked at it dumbly.

It was far too late for anyone to be calling- anyone with good news, that is.

So it was with caution that Ken picked up the cordless that was laying on the coffee table. "Uh.. Moshi, Moshi?" His older companions watched as a bemused expression crossed the soccer player's face and he held the phone out to Aya. "She wants Fujimiya Ran."

Despite the knowledge that Aya wasn't the redhead's real name, only Omi ever actually called him Ran. Everyone else kept forgetting and he'd finally decided that Aya was acceptable, preferred even over the Ai-uh-er-Ran that everyone had stuttered out for the first few weeks.

Staring at the phone as if it were an asp waiting to strike, he reached out hesitantly and took the phone from his younger comrade.

"Hello?"

"Fujimiya Ran?" He winced at the loud voice. Music was playing in the background and the woman seemed to be trying to speak over it.

"Who wants to know?" There was something about just casually dropping his name over a possibly unsecured line that made him twitchy. Weiss was currently on a hiatus, waiting for things to be sorted out within Kritiker ranks, but that didn't mean their enemies weren't still out there waiting to pounce.

Swartz was still out there and possibly Schrient as well, though Manx was fairly certain the female assassins were all dead.

Manx had been wrong before, and now, with Kritiker all but crippled, the chances of it happening again were much higher.

"Hey, I'm not collecting money or anything, if that's what you're thinking. I'm a bartender at the Tiki Room.. It's a club on Fifth Street. I've got a young man here that's had way too much to drink. He gave me your name and number and said you'd give him a ride, Fujimiya-san."

Ran pulled the phone away from his ear and stared at it in shock for a moment before putting it back so he could respond. "Uh.. I don't suppose you got a name?"

Though it was muffled, as if the woman had covered up the receiver, he had no trouble deciphering the hollered question. "Hey kid! You got a name?" An indistinct shout could be heard and the bartender was on again. "Says his name is Omi.. or.. Omittchi.. I can't really tell."

With a sigh, the moody assassin ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah. Okay. You're on Fifth?"

"Hai! It shouldn't be too hard to find, our sign is the bright neon orange and purple one with the dancing parrots."

"I'll be there in 15. Maybe less."

"Cool. I'll let him know and keep him here."

"Th-" His response was cut off by the sound of the dial-tone. "anks.." Handing the phone back to Ken, he jogged up to his room to grab his keys and wallet, completely ignoring the baffled looks of his teammates.

"Aya, who was that?"

"Yeah, come on, give already."

He continued to ignore them until a thought occurred to him. He'd never seen Omi drunk- not once in the three years they'd been partnered together. He didn't know how the younger man would act, but he was sure that he wouldn't want the others to see it. He would take the younger man somewhere else to recover from this night's binge. "I'm going out. Don't wait up."

"But Aya! Wait-"

The closed door cut them off and he smirked a bit as he imagined the indignant looks on their faces. Youji got on his nerves so badly so frequently that he couldn't help but take a little juvenile pleasure in it whenever he managed to return the favor.

All levity was pushed aside as he got in his car and pulled out. He couldn't help but worry about Omi. What could be so bad that the boy had found it necessary to try and drown his sorrows in the bottom of a bottle? He hadn't needed to do so after finding out he was the son of scum like Takatori, killing his brothers, or even losing his half sister within minutes of 'finding' her. The first break up of Weiss hadn't been handled well, but it had been handled with sobriety.

Ran had finally admitted recently, to himself at least, that Omi mattered to him. He wasn't sure how or why, but the ever-smiling chibi had managed to worm his way to his heavily concealed and guarded heart. And yes, contrary to Yoji's insistences otherwise, he did have a heart. Sakura had found it on virtue of reminding him of his sister. Once she'd understood that, she'd contented herself with the knowledge that she was a surrogate sister and had no problems taking advantage of that.

Much to the amusement of his teammates, he'd found himself being forced to listen to sister like babble about boys, school, and getting drug around on.. horror of all horrors... shopping trips.

Similarly, he found himself putting up with all manner of things from Omi. Helping out with homework when it was needed, 'hanging out' together- even though he'd never been particularly adept at socializing even before he'd become an assassin-, offering a shoulder when the other was upset.

But his feelings for the two, while similar, were still very different. For one thing, he had never felt the urge to throw Sakura down on a bed and kiss her senseless and worse (or better, depending on your point of view).

He pushed the thoughts away as he turned onto 5th. Slowing down, he scanned both sides of the street as he drove.

The bartender had been right.

You really couldn't miss their sign. The neon sign was quite large and featured two purple parrots wearing odd hats. The lights were flashing, in an apparent attempt to make them look like they were dancing. In bright orange, it declared itself 'The Tiki Room'.

Finding parking was a bit more difficult, but soon enough he was standing at the door getting his hand stamped by an exceptionally large bouncer.

Inside the room is crowded, but he doesn't have to search for his quarry. He can hear where Omi is. The drunken chibi has somehow convinced himself that singing onstage would be a good idea.

The only problem was, Omi couldn't carry a tune. At all. Or keep rhythm. He was honestly the worst singer that Ran had ever heard.

Not that the audience seemed to mind. When his young friend tried to stumble off the stage, they stopped him, calling out for more. Relieved to note that the teen didn't seem to be upset or anything, the redhead took a long minute to scan the crowd for any hostile looking faces before he was content to sit back and let him have a little more fun before taking him away from the karaoke bar.

Omi giggled and said something to the dj. With a nod and a grin, the man quickly had something fast and loud playing.

Kimi ni aitai yukitai Ikareteru BRAKE wa tomaranai mou dare ga tometemo..

With a wince, Ran turned and made his way over to the bar. Alcohol did not seem to have any positive affect on the blonde's singing.

jyoushiki no FENSU ni buchi ataru tabi ni...... tsuyokunaru kara kabe o nori koete kasoku suru

I CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU

There was only one stool left along the bar counter and as he saw one gothic looking ... creature... look like.... it.. was about to sit down, he let his features slip down into his Abyssian Scowl of Death, as Youji had once called it jokingly.

kokoro kara suki da to ii kireru dare ka ni

Whatever. What mattered was that it worked. The Goth held up ...its hands in a peaceful gesture and backed up quickly, not turning... its back to Ran until there were a significant number of clubbers between them.

nandemo deaeru darou?

The redhead smirked and sat down.

Isshun no jinsei kimochi o nuritsubusu.... hima wa nai hazuda ze

There were two bartenders, but only one of them was female. Curly red hair fell past her shoulders and he understood her odd accent over the phone as she alternately called out to the customers in Japanese and in English. Sheesh, a foreigner, he thought.

hima wa nai hazuda ze

He caught the woman's eye and waved her over. Then he turned slightly, so that he could watch Omi and still keep an eye for when she made her way to his end of the bar.

hijyousen o tsuki yabutte SAIREN ga nattatte...... modoranai furikaeranai

What the chibi lacked in skill, he made up for in enthusiasm and a cuteness that shouldn't have been sexy and yet was somehow. Watching him alternately bounce and glide around the stage as much as the microphone and small space allowed, Ran had to smile. It wasn't hard to see why everyone was allowing their ears to be assaulted just so that they could enjoy the image he made. Skin tight leather pants rode Omi's hips and Ran was sure that the abbreviated black crop top had been pilfered from Yoji's closet. The resultant expanse of bare skin and clearly outlined shapeliness had the redhead shifting uncomfortably as his own jeans suddenly seemed too constricting.

kimi no soba ni yukitai itoshisa no ACCEL fumi nagara.... AH ude o nobashite

tachiirikinshi no mirai demo kitto suberikomun da...... kimi no me o mitsume tsugerunda I CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU

For a long moment, Ran allowed himself the fantasy that Omi was singing about him... to him... But shook the thought off as he noticed the bartender sidle up, finally.

"Gorgeous partner you've got there, even if he can't carry a tune." He gave her an alarmed look. Omi had gotten drunk enough to blurt out what they were?! She smiled and waved her hand in the air, seemingly oblivious to the nature of his sudden tension. "Oh, don't be jealous! We're all just enjoying the view, no one's going to try and take him from you."

It took a second for understanding to dawn, but when it did, Ran could feel the heat flush his cheeks a red that he knew probably rivaled his hair. Luckily, the mutli-colored strobe light would cover it.. For the most part.

daremo mina jibun no iru bashou o sagashite.... hashiri tsuzukeru kedo

She laughed merrily and handed over a familiar set of keys. It was only as he took them, that it occurred to Ran to wonder how she knew he was here to pick up Omi. "How do you know I'm the one here to pick him up?"

With an impish grin, she pulled a wallet from under the counter. "He's spent the last couple of hours alternating between singing up on the stage and sitting over here telling me all about you." She flipped the wallet open and his own face was staring up at him. He recognized the picture. It was actually cut out from a larger picture that Omi had taken of Ken, Youji, Manx, and Ran back in the early days of Weiss. He knew that if the rest of the picture were there, the smirk picture Ran wore would have been aimed at a pained Youji who'd had his foot pinned by Manx's high heels.

He took the wallet and pulled the picture out. It was time worn and looked like any well-loved wallet photo would, creases along the edges, a few splotchy spots that might have been tear-stains.

Had Omi had the picture all this time?

Ore wa itsumo kimi to itai hokano doko ittatte... taiyou noboranaisa

Ran turned back and looked at his friend, and somehow, it felt like he was seeing the young man for the first time.

"I wish I had a guy who loved me that much," the woman said, a wistful note in her voice.

kimi o dakishimetai yo kono mune no KLAXON tomaranai..... AH kimi o motomete

Obviously he and Omi had a lot to talk about. With this new bit of information, the swordsman finally noticed what he'd missed all these years. The hint of wistfullness in Omi's voice, the way the younger assassin always seemed to gravitate towards him no matter where they were or what they were doing.

setsuna sa no SUPEEDO wa genkai sunzen hi o fukisousa

And the things he had noticed, he finally understood. Why out of everyone, it was Ran's opinion that had been the only one that mattered when they'd found out about Omi's parentage. Why it was the more reserved man that he turned to for comfort when Ouka had died rather than the others.

kabe o buchi yaburu jounetsu de I CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU

Slow down, he thought to himself. He didn't know anything for certain. And until he heard it straight from Omi's own lips, Ran wouldn't let himself believe it. It was too fantastic a thought that his desire was returned.

He caressed the worn edges of the picture before slipping it back into it's former resting place and considered that perhaps it might even be more than just lust.. For both of them.

Kimi ni aitai yukitai Ikareteru BRAKE wa tomaranai

Quickly deciding that Omi had had enough karaoke, Ran stood and was about to make his way over to the stage when the woman stopped him.

"He hasn't paid his tab yet," she called.

He made a face and pulled his own wallet out as he turned back around. Fishing out his credit card, he dropped it on the counter. "How much?"

mou dare ga tometemo

Rather than answer, she just held out the pad it was marked on.

The redhead's jaw dropped and the card slipped out of suddenly numb fingers. She caught it with a grin and slid it through the strip on the register.

jyoushiki no FENSU ni buchi ataru tabi ni

Ran's mouth snapped closed and he signed the receipt before turning and pushing through the crowd towards the genki little guzzler. Omi so owed him for this.

jyoushiki no FENSU ni buchi ataru tabi ni... tsuyokunaru kara...... kabe o nori koete kasoku suru I CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU!!!

He reached the stage just as Omi belted out the last lines and twirled around in a pirouette. Or attempted to, anyways. The normally graceful assassin seemed to have forgotten that the microphone had a cord and managed to get himself all tangled up. He nearly fell in a giggling heap, but the dj was close enough to grab him from behind and detangled him quickly.

The dj never knew how close he came from being mincemeat as his hands lingered in places they had no business lingering and he flirted shamelessly. Only Omi's squeal of "Ran!" and the fact that the redhead suddenly had his arms full of drunken chibi saved the man from dismemberment.

The sudden weight of his partner had nearly toppled them over. One of the benefits of such a crowded place, he thought. It was damn hard to fall.

Omi wrapped both arms around Ran's neck and dangled there for a moment before scrabbling around to get his legs similarly around the older man's waist as well.

Ran's own arms came up and around the blonde's lithe body before he was even aware of it. His brain seemed to be stuck on the fact that there was an incredibly sexy, incredibly attractive, incredibly warm body pressed quite intimately against his own. It couldn't quite remember the last time such an occurrence had been more than a fantasy and was determined to enjoy it for a moment.

"Hey there," Omi said, leaning back to smile up at Ran and nearly pulling them over in the other direction at the same time. Luckily, being an assassin had required all of them to learn to balance even in the most precarious of positions. The redhead had to shift a little, but was able to keep them both upright.

He couldn't help the small smile that quirked at his own lips as he viewed the chibi's inebriated attempt at a come hither look. "Hey yourself."

For some reason that set the boy off. He pulled back in close to Ran's chest and giggled uncontrollably. Bearing it stoically, Ran turned and felt his face flame again as he realized that everyone in the club was watching them.

He tried to stare them all down with an Abyssian Scowl of Death, but found it an impossible expression to maintain as the body against his own wiggled again, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through him. It probably didn't help that the head resting on his shoulder had turned inward and Omi was currently licking his way around the collar bone and neck.

The alcohol may not have improved Omi's singing, but apparently it had completely demolished any inhibition or sense of decorum that the normally level headed teen had.

Ran finally settled for simply plowing through the crowd. The sooner he got the chibi out of there, the better. Maybe the cold air outside would sober him up some. With luck, it would at least help the taller of the pair control his painful hard on a little.

The bartender met him at the door with Omi's coat and a huge grin plastered on her face. "Have fun!" she called out over the music that had started back up.

Omi let go of Ran's neck long enough to wiggle his fingers at her in a cheery farewell. "Ja ne!"

Once they'd made it outside, the redhead tried to put his stowaway down, but Omi was having none of it. The slim arms and legs that were wrapped around him tightened almost painfully. "Omi-" He stopped himself before the protest left his lips. Considering the amount of alcohol he'd just paid for, he seriously doubted that the one who'd drank it all would be able to get far on his own two legs. Might as well carry him, he thought with a sigh. Besides, it was hardly a huge imposition. "Not so tight, please."

Understanding that he wasn't going to be pushed off, Omi loosened up his hold a little and settled for snuggling as close as he could get without cutting off Ran's oxygen supply.

Getting into the car proved to be something of a challenge. He finally had to resort to tickling to get Omi to let go and get into the car.

Ran ignored the glare that was directed his way as he pulled out. "That wasn't very nice." Omi's words were spoken slowly with careful attention paid to each syllable. The redhead got the idea that if they'd been spoken any faster, they'd have probably been slurred beyond all comprehension.

"When am I ever nice?"

The glare melted into a dreamy look as his passenger leaned over towards him.

"You're always nice to me," came the soft reply.

It was a patently untrue statement, of course. Ran couldn't even begin to keep count of all the times he hadn't been even moderately polite or considerate of his friend, never mind actually nice. Still, the chibi tended to be too forgiving and overlooked such things even when he was sober. He could hardly be expected to even remember them in his current condition.

Before he could comment one way or the other, there was a soft rustling noise and quite suddenly a blonde head had thumped down on his arm. The car swerved wildly and Ran took a moment to thank whoever might be listening that there wasn't much traffic so late at night. By the time he'd managed to get everything back under control, Omi's head had slid down to rest against his leg.

The younger assassin made a kittenish noise and shifted uncomfortably, but his eyes were closed and his breathing was even.

Ran sighed and then smiled faintly. One pale hand left the steering wheel and buried itself in the golden locks that were spread across his thigh.

They remained in that position until he managed to find a small motel that wouldn't break him completely. By that time, his leg had gone partially numb, but he didn't really care.

It had felt nice to have Omi resting against him.

The receptionist at the desk was absorbed in some late night sitcom and didn't even look at him as he paid for a room and took the key.

In no time at all, he was awkwardly lifting his companion out of the car and heading towards the room. Opening the door was difficult to do with Omi in his arms, but he eventually managed it with a little judicious use of an upraised knee.

It was kicked shut as soon as he was through it.

Slight as the teen was, his body was more muscle than not and he was unconscious dead weight to boot. Ran's arms were much relieved when he finally sat Omi down onto the sole bed in the room.

With quick efficiency, he stripped his partner down, blushing when a distinct lack of underclothing was revealed.

He cursed his fair skin under his breath. He'd blushed more in one night than he had in all the time he'd been with Weiss! If Youji had seen it, he'd never have let him live it down.

Thankfully, that was one thing he didn't have to worry about.

Forcing his thoughts back on the task at hand, Ran tucked the chibi under the blankets and went to get a bucket of ice.

When he got back, the softly snoring figure on the bed hadn't moved an inch.

He put the ice on the nightstand beside the bed and filled a glass up with water in the bathroom. Omi would probably be thirsty when he woke up.

A quick check around the room and to make sure the door was as secured as it was going to get and Ran had done all he could possibly do for the moment. Satisfied, he stripped out of his own clothes, careful to leave his boxers on, and slipped into the bed.

Like some sort of homing pigeon, Omi immediately rolled over and snuggled into his side. "Ran?" Cerulean eyes blinked up at him, more asleep than awake.

"Yeah?" His voice was quiet, hardly more than a whisper, as he brushed the blonde locks back.

"Love you."

His heart clinched painfully for a moment. Then it eased, leaving him feeling more peaceful than he'd felt in years.

He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Omi's forehead. When he pulled back, he could tell that his bedmate was already slipping back into dreams.

Rather than give a reply that wouldn't be heard or remembered even if it was, Ran wrapped his arms around the young man and drew him as close as he could.

For the moment, it was enough.

~*~*~

Author's Notes:

The idea of a drunken Omi confessing his feelings and then leaving Ran one very frustrated man by passing out on him has been lingering in my mind for a while. I didn't actually decide to write it down until I heard Ashura was having a crappy day that turned into a crappy week. After which, I was quite determined to try and cheer her up. Which is undoubtedly why this is more fluffy and sappy than frustrating.
I did not make Omi sick to his stomach at any point in this. That would be because I loosely based his inebriated state on how I occasionally get when I imbibe too much. I do not get sick... I just make an utter fool out of myself.
As this fic got longer and longer, I finally decided to just split it into two. The night from Ran's pov, the morning after from Omi's. ^_^

The Music
I had originally intended to use 'Romantic Soldier' from the YuYu Hakusho Best Vocal Collection, but I couldn't find my cd and I couldn't remember the beat well enough to know if it was too slow for my purpose or not. So I pulled out my Gravi cds and figured that this song would do both in words (Omi's thinking about Ran after all, as he sings) as well as being long enough and fast enough. And yes, I realize that Breaking Through actually starts out a lot slower than I portray it, but I figure it still works. ^_^

Breaking Through by Bad Luck (Gravitation)

Kimi ni aitai yukitai Ikareteru BRAKE wa tomaranai
mou dare ga tometemo
jyoushiki no FENSU ni buchi ataru tabi ni
tsuyokunaru kara
kabe o nori koete kasoku suru I CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU

I want to go falling in love with you; even a furious brake won't stop this,
no matter who (tries to) stop me now.
Since it gets stronger every time I hit and am hit by the borders of common sense,
I'll climb over the wall and speed up; I can't stop lovin' you.

kokoro kara suki da to ii kireru dare ka ni
nandemo deaeru darou?
Isshun no jinsei kimochi o nuritsubusu
hima wa nai hazuda ze

To declare "I love you" to someone from the heart --
how often can that happen by chance?
A moment of a person's life can't be enough time
to paint over those feelings.

hijyousen o tsuki yabutte SAIREN ga nattatte
modoranai furikaeranai

I break through the cordon, and the siren sounds;
I won't go back, I won't look back at all...

kimi no soba ni yukitai itoshisa no ACCEL fumi nagara
AH ude o nobashite
tachiirikinshi no mirai demo kitto suberikomun da
kimi no me o mitsume tsugerunda I CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU

I want to go be near you; while I'm stepping on the accelerator of treasuring
you,
ah, stretch out your arms.
Even if the future says "No trespassing," I'll surely sneak into it.
Gazing into your eyes, I'll tell you: I can't stop lovin' you.

daremo mina jibun no iru bashou o sagashite
hashiri tsuzukeru kedo

Everyone, no matter who, searches for their own place to be and
keeps on running, but

Ore wa itsumo kimi to itai hokano doko ittatte
taiyou noboranaisa

as for me, I always want to be with you; there's no other place
where the sun will rise for me.

kimi o dakishimetai yo kono mune no KLAXON tomaranai
AH kimi o motomete
setsuna sa no SUPEEDO wa genkai sunzen hi o fukisousa
kabe o buchi yaburu jounetsu de I CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU

I want to hold you; the claxon of my heart won't be stopped,
ah, I'm searching for you.
The speed of suffering is past the limit; like a burst of flame
I hit the wall and smash through in passion; I can't stop loving you.

Kimi ni aitai yukitai Ikareteru BRAKE wa tomaranai
mou dare ga tometemo
jyoushiki no FENSU ni buchi ataru tabi ni
tsuyokunaru kara
kabe o nori koete kasoku suru I CAN'T STOP LOVIN' YOU

I want to go falling in love with you; even a furious brake won't stop this,
no matter who (tries to) stop me now.
Since it gets stronger every time I hit and am hit by the borders of common sense,
I'll climb over the wall and speed up; I can't stop lovin' you.