Title: Drunken Confessions:
The Morning After- Omi
Author/pseudonym: NemKess
Fandom: Weiss Kreuz
Pairing: Ran/Omi
Rating: PG13
Status: 2 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. And even Ran can't resist Hungover!Omi. ^_^ 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. (Actually, I do have a WK beta now, I just haven't handed this over to be looked at yet. ^_^;;)

Summary: In the light of day, will Omi's drunken confessions destroy his friendship with the man he loves?
Warnings: shonen ai.. Probably OOCness some mild cussing.

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A lifetime spent as an assassin had seen to it that the young man known as Tsukiyono Omi had been injured far more seriously and with greater frequency than your average person.

He couldn't even begin to count how many of those times he'd also woken up in more dire straits than he'd been in when he'd passed out.

It was probably in the evil codebook. Find a wounded enemy, nab him and use him for experimentation or torture purposes.

He'd learned the hard way that when he came to consciousness feeling like he'd been hit by a bus, it was a pretty good idea to not let on you were conscious until you were damn sure about where you were and who was or wasn't with you.

And while Omi was sure that he'd certainly woken up feeling worse, at that particular moment he was having a hard time remembering such an instance. It was all he could do to hold back the distressed whimper that threatened to escape as he was thrust quite suddenly and painfully into the waking world.

For several long minutes, he concentrated on regulating his breathing while trying to force his way through the blinding pain and dizziness in his skull.

What the hell had happened?

The last thing he remembered with anything approaching clarity was Ouka's mother. Her restaurant was hosting a small party and needed flowers. He wasn't sure how she'd found the new location of the Koneko, but hadn't cared. They'd talked while he set up the decorations. About Ouka. About his mother. The quiet woman had apparently been around from the beginning, loving Reiji in spite of his cruelty and his marriage, and though she could offer no insight into the man's reasons for never even trying to save him after he'd been kidnapped, she'd been a veritable fount of knowledge about the rest of his family.

The amnesiac teen had soaked it all up like a sponge. For hours they'd talked, she patiently answering all the questions his busy little brain could come up with. Questions about Shuichi and Ouka. His parents. His siblings. She'd even told him about his grandfather who was apparently still alive, although she advised him not to seek the old man out.

He remembered finishing up, waving goodbye, and setting off for home.

As happy as he'd been to fill in some of the holes in his memory, it had been a bit much to take in. And as he'd entered the new Koneko to find the others discussing the current Kritiker situation with Manx... well, he'd reached the end of his tether.

There was a vague recollection of being completely overwhelmed with the knowledge that this was all he had.

Manx and Weiss were it for him; and while that was fine, he was happy with them, he knew that it could end in a second. He'd lost Ouka within minutes of finding out about their true relationship. The rest of his family had been lost to him the moment he'd opened his eyes to see Persia standing over him in that run down warehouse so many years ago.

And now the family he'd made for himself- because Weiss was his baby, his creation, each member his choice- was being threatened.

He'd ignored that family and snatched some clubbing clothes, bound and determined to pretend for one night at least, that nothing was wrong. That he was a normal teen that did normal things.

And that's where his memory started to fuzz out. He recalled flashes of bright lights. A pretty redhead with a soothing accent. Something sweet. Lots of something sweet.

Snuggling closer to his warm pillow, he tried to sort through the menagerie of disjointed images. It was hard to concentrate though when it felt like your brain was about to ooze out your ear and the steady 'thump.. thump' under his ear wasn't helping.

Wait a second....

His eyes darted back and forth under his lids as he tried to make his brain work well enough to understand that. Pillows could be warm if pressed close to a body all night long, but they usually never got quite that warm. And under no circumstances did they make noises.

Trying to remember the day before was abandoned in favor of trying to figure out the here and now.

It finally edged into his awareness that his 'pillow' was actually a person. He was lying half on top of someone larger than himself, his head resting on a flat chest, one of his legs nudged between his bedmate's and his arms wrapped around a slim waist.

The other male snuffled faintly and pulled him into a tighter embrace.

The warm silky feel of skin on skin told him that he was completely nude and that his bedmate was very nearly the same.

Omi hoped that the presence of the boxers meant that he hadn't done anything too foolish the night before. Gods, Youji would never let him live it down if he had to confess he'd gone out and had sex with a complete stranger. And Ran! He couldn't bear the thought of seeing the disapproval he knew he deserved in Ran's eyes.

Cautiously, he opened one eye to the barest slit only to shut it again as the world around him spun disconcertingly. After his head steadied, he tried again, this time with slightly more success. The skin under his nose was a pale alabaster and he frowned faintly before easing his head upwards so that he could see his companion's face.

For a long moment, he stared at the blood red locks of hair without recognition.

Then, quite suddenly, his brain caught up with what his eyes were trying to tell him and he jerked back, tumbling off the comfortable bed and onto the hard floor.

Everything was spinning again and the pounding in his head reached its crescendo. Omi thought he was going to be sick. He was only vaguely aware of the soft voice and the movement of the figure on the bed as he curled into a fetal position clutching his head and whimpering pathetically.

Gentle hands smoothed his hair back before moving under his body to lift him back onto the bed.

"Omi? Are you all right? How do you feel?"

If anyone else had asked him such a stupid question, he might have snarled and bitten at them. Or tried to anyways. As it was, he could barely find the strength or will power to crack open one eye and glare balefully at the concerned face above him.

"How the fuck do I look like I feel?" he rasped out, though it ended up sounding more like "Rr.r.. rgg.. uff... flll.."

Violet eyes softened minutely and Ran leaned out of his line of sight for a moment before returning to it with a glass of water. "Drink it."

Obediently, Omi cracked open his lips and nearly drowned himself trying to drink. The redhead chuckled before shifting them both around so that he was leaning back against the headboard with Omi mostly upright against his chest. Then he helped the younger man sip at the water in the cup until it was all gone.

When it was empty, Ran put the glass back on the nightstand while Omi rested against the strong body. He was drawing a complete blank as to how he'd ended up in a motel room with the object of not only his affections, but of every wet dream he'd ever had.

Maybe he had died and this was both heaven and hell. An eternity of pain was his punishment for the murders he'd committed and an eternity of a gentle Ran-spirit was his reward for doing it with good intentions.

"M'I dead?" The slurred question was out of his mouth before the thought had fully registered in his mind.

One of the gentle hands was back in his hair, petting it, smoothing the straggly locks back. The other made soothing circles on his naked back. "Not unless we both are."

Which didn't really answer his question. It was entirely possible that Ran was dead as well and that his eternal punishment was to have to baby-sit a hung over Omi.

He gave up thinking about it. His brain hurt as it was and the hands stroking his body were leaving some sort of soothing magic in their wake. It would be easier and require less effort on his part to just ask outright. Besides, he didn't feel dead. Considering the last thing he remembered was going out to a club, then how he'd come to feel like complete crap was pretty much a given.

"Wha' hapn'd?"

"You got very drunk."

"D'uh." Mr. Obvious strikes again. Even he had managed to figure that much out. He was more worried about whether or not he'd completely humiliated himself. And since Ran's presence seemed to indicate that he'd gone and given up the secret he kept closest to his heart, then he really wanted to know what kind of reaction it had garnered.

They'd been in bed together, but Omi wasn't getting the vibe that they'd done more than sleep. So.. Had his suit been accepted or rejected? Was Ran still here, helping him, because of the pathetic sight he probably made? Was it just one of those rare 'friend' moments the redhead allowed himself? Or... Or could Ran possibly return his feelings?

His breath caught at the very idea, though he pushed away as quickly as it had come.

The chances were.... astronomical.. No matter what Sakura said. And he certainly hoped he hadn't let it spill that he and the runner gossiped and giggled.. well... she giggled.... over Ran. Sakura was the only other person who really understood his feelings and they'd become good friends since she'd found out the truth about all of them.

She'd been urging him to speak up and tell the redhead for weeks... Somehow he didn't think this was what she meant.

One slender hand patted his hair gently. "I didn't think you'd want Youji or Ken to see you like... that. So we came here."

Like.. that... Like what? He was still drawing a blank, but Ran was probably right. He nodded lightly, stopping with a wince as it sent pain rocketing around his skull. Omi lifted a hand to his temple. Gods.. This had to be hell. It's only as his fingers come in contact with something stiff in his hair line that Omi realized that he really, really needed a shower.

"Bath?" he managed to croak out.

The throaty chuckle rumbled underneath his ear. "No, there's only a shower. Do you think you can stand up long enough?"

Omi grumbled discontentedly against Ran's skin. It was highly doubtful that he could even make it to his feet on his own, never mind stand in a hot shower for any length of time.

There was a long silence as Omi resigned himself to having to be sticky and smelly. Then, quite suddenly, Ran pushed him over and stood. The move had his head spinning and wasn't helped at all when the older man reached down and, with a grunt of effort, scooped him up.

He had to clutch one hand over his mouth and fight to keep his stomach down where it belonged. Eyes closed tightly, he was still fighting the nausea when his friend sat him on the toilet and moved to start the shower. After it settled back down a little, he cracked open an eye to gaze at the nearly naked body in curiosity. Ran always seemed to stay as covered as possible. He was the only person Omi knew who wore turtlenecks and jeans during the summer.

As his gaze traveled down the tone planes and sculpted lines, he took a moment to mourn that fact. The redhead was denying everyone this viewing pleasure.

His eyes had stopped and lingered on the outline of tight buttocks when Ran turned towards him, mouth opened as if to speak. The older man arched a questioning brow and Omi flushed, looking away quickly.

If only he had a better idea of what had happened. The suspense was killing him. Well, actually... That honor would probably go to the hangover, but the suspense was definitely running a close second!

"Omi?"

Keeping his gaze firmly planted on the tiles of the floor, the blonde ignored Ran's questioning face. His voice, when he spoke was soft and hesitant. He didn't want to ask... but he had to know. "Did... Did I say... or do... anything.. odd last night?"

"You mean besides spending most of the night singing J-pop songs and trying to dance on a karaoke stage?" The humored tone eased Omi's mind a little. Surely if he'd done anything offensive, Ran would be treating him coldly like he did Youji.

He chuckled softly at the image Ran painted. Had he really done that? He didn't remember. "Gods.. How much did I have to drink?" At least he was finally speaking coherent Japanese again, even if his voice was raspy and his head hated him for the noise.

"Between the sake and the White Russians?? A lot."

There was a vague recollection of the first sake.... It had burned going down so he'd asked for something cold to wash it down with. The pretty redhead behind the bar had offered him a White Russian, said that a friend swore by it as a chaser for hot sake.

Funny... That's about where the memories stopped dead. Maybe mixing alcohols hadn't been such a good idea.

He silently mourned the hole that must have made in his pocketbook. So much for that new PC game he'd wanted to try out. Omi didn't even realize he'd said that out loud until Ran answered him.

"Don't worry.. Consider your night out on me."

"Eh?" Confused, he peered back up at his friend.

"I settled your tab while you were onstage." Tone matter-of-fact, as if he was discussing the weather (which, actually was odd... Ran just didn't do that sort of nicety stuff), the redhead stuck a hand in to see if the water was warm enough before turning back to Omi.

"You didn't have to do that!" His hands flew to his temple as his own voice made him cringe. Gods, was he always this loud?

Ran gave him a searching look and then smirked. "I know. Trust me.. you owe me for it."

The whole morning was surreal to the youngest Weiss assassin. Painful as well... but surreal above all else. Waking up nude next to an almost equally nude Ran... The other man being nice... practically sweet!... and cuddling together on the bed so he could drink the water. Ran's attitude towards everything.

It was too much for his poor abused brain to take. Omi just closed his eyes, leaned his head against the sink, and waited for Ran to tell him what to do next.

The rasping sound of clothe over skin could just barely be heard over the shower, but it was enough to have the bright blue eyes flying open again. He caught a tantalizing glimpse of forbidden flesh before he was being scooped up again. He was really getting tired of the way the room kept spinning around.... and the horrid feel of his stomach doing somersaults.... and his head practicing to be a drum.

Right then and there, Tsukiyono Omi swore off alcohol. "Ran?"

"Hmm?" The redhead stepped into the shower stall and gently set him on his feet though Ran was careful not to let go of Omi.

"Next time I decide to get drunk......"

"Umhm.."

"gut me instead..... It has to be a better death than this..."

That got a chuckle.

He closed his eyes and leaned heavily against his companion letting the water slide over his body. Maybe afterwards he'd feel almost human again. The younger of the pair grunted softly as he found himself held up by sharp elbows while Ran worked the soap into a lather with both hands.

Sighing with relief as the elbows were removed, he shifted uncomfortably when his friend wrapped and arm around his waist and began a swift scrub over his body one handed. Omi winced at the rough treatment of his skin, but honestly, it felt too good to be clean for him to actually protest.

"Actually," Ran started, his tone conversational. "You did say something I wanted to ask you about."

"Mmm?" The blonde wasn't really paying much attention as the hands had gentled and moved up to work the soap into his hair. Regular hand soap wasn't good for it, but at least it would get the sticky stuff out.

"You said you loved me...." Omi's eyes flew open only to blink rapidly as they ended up filled with water and soap. The blurry figure above him quickly helped him rinse the suds away, murmuring an apology as he did. There were no words between them for a long minute before Ran continued. "Did you mean it?"

The normally stoic, almost icy assassin looked remarkably... kind and... maybe... a little uncertain? Omi chalked it up to his vision still being blurry from the soap and dropped his head so that his face was pressed against the creamy chest.

He was silent for a while, not sure which answer would cause him the least amount of pain. To say yes and be rejected, however gently? Or to say no and live with yet another aspect of his life and his emotions hidden from everyone forever? In the end, the knowledge that he probably couldn't lie very convincingly to Abyssinian made the decision easy. Ran would be mad if he lied.

"..hai..." the affirmative was barely heard, almost lost under the noise of the shower, his voice very small. He kept his head down, not wanting to see pity fill the pretty violet eyes he loved so well.

Slim fingers gripped his chin lightly and forced him to look up.

Blue and purple met and Omi was lost. Not only was there no pity in the gaze that met his, in it's place was the last thing he expected- even with the way he'd woken up. Desire. Need. Affection.

His lips formed a small 'o' of surprise.

Ran smiled, only a small hint that no one else probably would have noticed, but then, Omi had been paying closer attention than most to this man for a long time. He noticed. "Good."

As declarations went, it wasn't anything spectacular. Omi wasn't even sure it counted as a declaration. Still, it was good enough for the younger man. It was more than acceptance, it was an indication that his feelings were welcome.

And that was far more than he'd dared to hope for.

The redhead leaned down and dropped a soft kiss on his lips. Omi found himself wrapped up in a tight embrace and pressed against the body he'd been lusting after for a while now.

Unfortunately, his pounding headache chose that moment to remind him of it's presence. He buried his face into Ran's neck with a whimper. Why? Why no?!

"Omi?"

"I'm in a shower, completely naked with the man of my dreams and I can't even enjoy it properly," If his voice had sounded any more pathetic, even Ran would have been sympathetic enough to put him out of his misery.

With another chuckle, his friend reached around and turned the water off. "There's no rush... I'm sure it can be arranged to happen again." Amused violet gazed at him. "Perhaps without the alcohol next time."

Next time...

The words sounded wonderful to Omi. Absolutely Wonderful

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::::Author's Notes:::
Right, so. ^_^ I hope this was okay. It was a little more angsty than the fluff from before, but hangovers are angsty sorts of things. I dedicate this to HerOphelia, Zanzou Youko, Sephy, and Kasra C for the steady pokes and pushes to keep working and get it out. I can honestly say that without ya'll, I'd have never finished this. GROUP HUG! ^_~ I hope this met your expectations. I will probably end up writing at least one more piece to conclude it a little better. But for now I'm going to concentrate on Blood-Stained Angel. Thanks everyone! -NemKess

Sake is not sweet.. not even close. White Russians, on the other hand, when you're already drinking taste quite a bit like chocolate milk. ^_^ And yes, I've had occasion to do as Omi did.... It amused my friends at least.

Notes to Reviewers
Everyone- Thank you for reading it! And especially thanks to those who took the time to review. *huggles*
Koori-Neko- I know! I wish more people would write Ran/Omi.. They're just so kawaii together!
Sky Rat- ^_^;; The 'above par vocabulary' comes from having a teacher who's idea of punishment for being late was to copy dictionary pages. People who know me can tell you that I couldn't be on time to save my life, so.. lol.. yeah.
Misty Eyes- The idea just stemmed from wondering what would happen if he ever did get drunk and snowballed from there. Needing to cheer up a few friends is what steered it into the fluffy sappy direction it went.
plutoniankk- ^_^;; Well, actually.. His VA has a very lovely singing voice.
Vanessa S. Quest- Since this part explained the drunkeness, I'll just move on to the cash, okey day? ^_^ Omi didn't mean for Ran to have to pay for him, he just happened to be on stage when Ran (who didn't bother to look for money in Omi's wallet) paid the tab. If he'd been at the bar, he'd have protested and paid himself.
Inner Voice- I can't really take credit for the OC. She's modeled after my friend Ashura Nagisa.