Hotto-Kokoa: Hot Cocoa
Omi closed his eyes, that was far too close, the scent of Aya still lingered on his bed- not like he was SNIFFING his bed per-say, all he had to do to get Aya's scent was just smell . well any of his clothing from the day before, or just waft in the air, it was like cinnamon to him.
How long had he gone without noticing that scent? It really was like cinnamon, not in the actual scent but more like subtle and soft in low quantities but hot and spicy if you took a bite into it, and even the burning was sweet. That was what Aya's smell was like, delicious but could range from red hot to sweet and sugary.
He had to stop thinking about it before his legs lost circulation from the bulge in his hips. Omi walked to his picture album. He had several photos, the front one was of the flower shop with the four of them in it, the one after that was his high school picture, the one after that the last year's photo, behind that was Ouka's photo and the one behind that still were of Weiss, Persia, and lastly the burnt picture that was all he ever possessed from his past, the Takatori family photo. He never understood how he had kept that, lately he just assumed Persia gave it to him while he was in the hospital recovering from shock. had he even GOTTEN to the hospital from shock, he didn't know, couldn't remember, couldn't and didn't care either.
He looked at a roll of film that sat on his dresser top. These were pictures of Ran and he at the park, he looked at his camera; tonight would be a great time for pictures. Taking the camera and film he walked out of the room in search for Ken-kun, Yoji-kun, and Aya-kun.
The door slid closed behind him, he walked into the kitchen only to see Yoji bullying Aya. Omi stopped at the door, just a few feet shy, Aya seldom to ever let anyone push him around so why was Yoji getting the better of him?
"You need to clean the counters Aya."
"It's not my turn to clean the kitchen, Yoji." Aya said with a bit of an angry tone, maybe at the way Yoji was trying to force Aya into doing his work? Omi shrugged he was about to go in and defend him when Yoji continued.
"Well I don't want to touch it knowing what took place on them."
Omi blushed. What could Yoji mean by that? Oh, what naïve bullshit his little ego tried to shield itself with, the more cynical, realistic voice to Omi's subconscious screamed, Aya that bastard! He was gloating about sex. it couldn't have been true, the relationship it was all a farce so Aya could make fun of him!
"I told you, we have more tact than you! Besides, I get stuck cleaning the stock room after each one of your home-visits you have and your less-than- sober dates and self aren't exactly neat." He was only thinking of the pots knocking down, but something in Omi hurt at the way his lover mentioned it all behind his back.
Omi sniffled, almost instantly kicking himself in the ass for making a sound.
Aya turned to the door, the only thing floating around in his head was 'Oh shit.'
Yoji, taking the hint tried to save it, "Well. you and O-"
Casting a warning look Aya told him not to dare mention Omi's name.
".mi never use those meat cutting trays! Think of all those germs! I happen to be a very neat person thank you very much."
Aya let Yoji's babbling go on as he snuck to the doorway, Omi's camera sat there and tears soaked the floorboards. "Yoji you dirty bastard!" He swore as he went to find Omi, hoping Omi had gone to his room.
Omi threw his sweater off in a clump of fabric as he ran up the stairs towards his room, the shirt fell onto the railing, sliding towards the bottom and hitting the floor. Aya watched as the sweater hit the ground. He knew the symbolism of that, Omi was mad- no furious is much closer the term for what that meant. He kicked himself mentally. Aya turned around and walked back to the stock room, something told him he needed a screw driver, flat, and possibly some rope so he could tie Omi down to make him listen before going for the darts or arrows. Aya thought for a moment, remembering the deadbolt he grabbed a router.
The sound of metal clacking signaled Omi's deadbolt in place, he sat behind his door and began crying. Aya could be so cruel! After everything they had gone through and to him it was all about getting revenge for his sister still. He did it to make him suffer, to make Omi feel like nothing because his birth rite was that of a Takatori's, in other words his rite to Aya was to die by Aya's hands after being tortured. Omi closed his tired eyes. He was going to go for a walk. A nice long walk. Damn his stupidity, how could he think he had the right to be happy? A killer, a monster, no a BORN monster, he was born Takatori. Aya had nothing but tortured him only to play with his self-destructive feelings and then bash him into a million pieces before he left him and killed him. Through sobs, he commented Aya's dedication. Most men would never dream of screwing a guy they hated just to screw them over more, that was forethought at it's highest.
Omi changed into a different outfit, suddenly losing the need for tight, confining clothes, he assumed he would be running. Grabbing his alternate school uniform's pants, a white t-shirt and another sweater, he put on two layers of socks, some gloves, grabbed two darts just in case and a jacket that he seldom to ever used. He investigated the jacket- correction a jacket he never wore it before, removing the price tags he slipped it on, grabbed some cash and left, slipping the 2500¥ under the door with a post- it that said: "Please return this to Ken-kun." Omi slipped his sheets from his bed, tied them into knots and threw it out the window.
Sliding down, he landed in fluffy snow, getting up quickly he walked towards the garage. After all they did to him he should at least be able to go out to think in a scooter in freezing cold weather.
Aya stood at Omi's door, knocking on it. "Omitchi please let me explain!"
Nothing. Not even sobbing, something about that wasn't right. As much as Aya prided himself into being a heartbreaker and all, he knew Omi would be the sort to cry if he was upset or betrayed, especially once he got started, of course he would only do that alone.
"Omi.Come on Omi, don't make me take down the door."
Still nothing. Aya's eyes narrowed. He wasn't in the room, was he? Aya kicked the door down with a bit of effort. His eyes went to the open window. He thought so.
Omi was gone.
"Crap." Quickly, he left the room and grabbed car keys. He couldn't let history repeat, not this time. This time Omi would be found, Omi would be chased, and Omi would be calmed. He grabbed a thermos of hot cocoa thinking all the while about the weather. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if Omi got sick because of him-- especially AFTER they worked all of these problems out.
TBC.
Will Aya find Omi? Will Omi punch Aya? Will they get along? Will Aya get LAID?! All this and more not to be answered in the next chapter. AHAHAHAHAHA. To all who commented: Thank you! As I said, your comments make me get off my arse to write this stuff! Bai all! Catch you in the comments!
Omi closed his eyes, that was far too close, the scent of Aya still lingered on his bed- not like he was SNIFFING his bed per-say, all he had to do to get Aya's scent was just smell . well any of his clothing from the day before, or just waft in the air, it was like cinnamon to him.
How long had he gone without noticing that scent? It really was like cinnamon, not in the actual scent but more like subtle and soft in low quantities but hot and spicy if you took a bite into it, and even the burning was sweet. That was what Aya's smell was like, delicious but could range from red hot to sweet and sugary.
He had to stop thinking about it before his legs lost circulation from the bulge in his hips. Omi walked to his picture album. He had several photos, the front one was of the flower shop with the four of them in it, the one after that was his high school picture, the one after that the last year's photo, behind that was Ouka's photo and the one behind that still were of Weiss, Persia, and lastly the burnt picture that was all he ever possessed from his past, the Takatori family photo. He never understood how he had kept that, lately he just assumed Persia gave it to him while he was in the hospital recovering from shock. had he even GOTTEN to the hospital from shock, he didn't know, couldn't remember, couldn't and didn't care either.
He looked at a roll of film that sat on his dresser top. These were pictures of Ran and he at the park, he looked at his camera; tonight would be a great time for pictures. Taking the camera and film he walked out of the room in search for Ken-kun, Yoji-kun, and Aya-kun.
The door slid closed behind him, he walked into the kitchen only to see Yoji bullying Aya. Omi stopped at the door, just a few feet shy, Aya seldom to ever let anyone push him around so why was Yoji getting the better of him?
"You need to clean the counters Aya."
"It's not my turn to clean the kitchen, Yoji." Aya said with a bit of an angry tone, maybe at the way Yoji was trying to force Aya into doing his work? Omi shrugged he was about to go in and defend him when Yoji continued.
"Well I don't want to touch it knowing what took place on them."
Omi blushed. What could Yoji mean by that? Oh, what naïve bullshit his little ego tried to shield itself with, the more cynical, realistic voice to Omi's subconscious screamed, Aya that bastard! He was gloating about sex. it couldn't have been true, the relationship it was all a farce so Aya could make fun of him!
"I told you, we have more tact than you! Besides, I get stuck cleaning the stock room after each one of your home-visits you have and your less-than- sober dates and self aren't exactly neat." He was only thinking of the pots knocking down, but something in Omi hurt at the way his lover mentioned it all behind his back.
Omi sniffled, almost instantly kicking himself in the ass for making a sound.
Aya turned to the door, the only thing floating around in his head was 'Oh shit.'
Yoji, taking the hint tried to save it, "Well. you and O-"
Casting a warning look Aya told him not to dare mention Omi's name.
".mi never use those meat cutting trays! Think of all those germs! I happen to be a very neat person thank you very much."
Aya let Yoji's babbling go on as he snuck to the doorway, Omi's camera sat there and tears soaked the floorboards. "Yoji you dirty bastard!" He swore as he went to find Omi, hoping Omi had gone to his room.
Omi threw his sweater off in a clump of fabric as he ran up the stairs towards his room, the shirt fell onto the railing, sliding towards the bottom and hitting the floor. Aya watched as the sweater hit the ground. He knew the symbolism of that, Omi was mad- no furious is much closer the term for what that meant. He kicked himself mentally. Aya turned around and walked back to the stock room, something told him he needed a screw driver, flat, and possibly some rope so he could tie Omi down to make him listen before going for the darts or arrows. Aya thought for a moment, remembering the deadbolt he grabbed a router.
The sound of metal clacking signaled Omi's deadbolt in place, he sat behind his door and began crying. Aya could be so cruel! After everything they had gone through and to him it was all about getting revenge for his sister still. He did it to make him suffer, to make Omi feel like nothing because his birth rite was that of a Takatori's, in other words his rite to Aya was to die by Aya's hands after being tortured. Omi closed his tired eyes. He was going to go for a walk. A nice long walk. Damn his stupidity, how could he think he had the right to be happy? A killer, a monster, no a BORN monster, he was born Takatori. Aya had nothing but tortured him only to play with his self-destructive feelings and then bash him into a million pieces before he left him and killed him. Through sobs, he commented Aya's dedication. Most men would never dream of screwing a guy they hated just to screw them over more, that was forethought at it's highest.
Omi changed into a different outfit, suddenly losing the need for tight, confining clothes, he assumed he would be running. Grabbing his alternate school uniform's pants, a white t-shirt and another sweater, he put on two layers of socks, some gloves, grabbed two darts just in case and a jacket that he seldom to ever used. He investigated the jacket- correction a jacket he never wore it before, removing the price tags he slipped it on, grabbed some cash and left, slipping the 2500¥ under the door with a post- it that said: "Please return this to Ken-kun." Omi slipped his sheets from his bed, tied them into knots and threw it out the window.
Sliding down, he landed in fluffy snow, getting up quickly he walked towards the garage. After all they did to him he should at least be able to go out to think in a scooter in freezing cold weather.
Aya stood at Omi's door, knocking on it. "Omitchi please let me explain!"
Nothing. Not even sobbing, something about that wasn't right. As much as Aya prided himself into being a heartbreaker and all, he knew Omi would be the sort to cry if he was upset or betrayed, especially once he got started, of course he would only do that alone.
"Omi.Come on Omi, don't make me take down the door."
Still nothing. Aya's eyes narrowed. He wasn't in the room, was he? Aya kicked the door down with a bit of effort. His eyes went to the open window. He thought so.
Omi was gone.
"Crap." Quickly, he left the room and grabbed car keys. He couldn't let history repeat, not this time. This time Omi would be found, Omi would be chased, and Omi would be calmed. He grabbed a thermos of hot cocoa thinking all the while about the weather. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if Omi got sick because of him-- especially AFTER they worked all of these problems out.
TBC.
Will Aya find Omi? Will Omi punch Aya? Will they get along? Will Aya get LAID?! All this and more not to be answered in the next chapter. AHAHAHAHAHA. To all who commented: Thank you! As I said, your comments make me get off my arse to write this stuff! Bai all! Catch you in the comments!