Shimoyake: Frostbite
Aya wiped several frozen crimson strands from his eyes. It was freezing out here! Where could Omi be? He had to be inside somewhere by now! Hadn't he? He carried on with his searching.
With all that water around him, and even in his 'favorite form' of ice. he still felt dirty for doing that to Omi, sure it wasn't his fault that Yoji had pieced it together, but he should have broken Yoji's teeth or SOMETHING that suggested to the playboy not to mention it in any conversation let alone casual until Omi said something about it. Not like he was scotch-free for playing on Omi's insecurity and only supporting it by acting like the others were in the dark still. Now Omi felt isolated and alone. Again. Damn it!
Aya saw the trail of red lights turning. Taking up a hunch he turned to follow it.
To a pleasant surprise he was right, it was Omi's scooter. Equally pleasant was the fact that Omi was on it, though that is a small blessing, as an assassin with a lot of enemies it was always wise to be thankful for the smallest of gifts. The one drawback to seeing Omi was to confirm Aya's thoughts. Again, Omi neglected himself and his health over Aya, and again Omi was outside for hours in the cold because of it.
Omi took out a cocoa he had just bought from the vendor. Pulling at his gloves to assure his fingers wouldn't lose grip of the nice, hot, chocolaty liquid. He brought it up to his nose, the lid snuggly onto the container, he smelled the robust cocoa; dropping it to his lips he took a sip.
A snug smile pulled at the corners of his lips as the heated nectar warmed his body. Thinking back to Ran- no, no he wouldn't call him that name even in his mind. This was Aya's doing. Aya was the vengeful one while Ran was the sweet boy that his family destroyed. Omi closed his eyes thinking to himself of the possible karma that his family had passed down to him to suffer through.
Omi smiled, that's right. It was Omi's fault. That makes it easier, makes it hurt less. If Aya didn't do it to him that meant he still loved him and if he did it to himself it was only justice being done and then he could still be the good guy because justice was done. Omi fell back into his scooter's seat the smile still present. It had to be just fine, it wasn't Aya's fault, it was Omi's, and that made it something Omi could control.
"That's a load of shit." He commented to himself, both on the note of control, especially while scapegoating it onto his Takatori blood and on the idea that even with that, making everyone he loves hate him could be acceptable. He let back a wretched set of tears trying to hold them back which only added to the gurgling sound of the water running down his face.
He turned to move his scooter. He had to move it, it was 15 minute parking only and his 15 minutes were almost up.
He turned the key that stood idle in the ignition to his scooter just as a hand fell onto his shoulder simultaneously.
"Omi."
"AYA!" Omi quickly jumped causing Aya's hand to fall from the shoulder it had rested on. Omi squelched out a nervous, "Ikaga desu ka, long time no see." The fear in Omi's eyes of being caught in such a sensitive moment and awkward place was as clear as the scent of blood to Aya.
"Would you like to get dinner with me?" Aya suggested.
Omi gulped.
"Because you know I am not going to let you just gallivant about the town all night."
Omi swallowed hard. This was going to be a game of Go: strategy, moves, and the operative of getting the hell out of there as quick as possible. "No thank you, Aya. I wanted to visit some friends from school."
"Who?"
Omi swallowed back, damn it! Aya was going to interrogate him, "That's not important for you to know. I'm just going to hang out for a while."
"When will you come home?"
Before Omi realized his stupid, insubordinate mouth was moving he said coldly, under his breathe, ".I have no home. Not anymore." His eyes shrank back and he clamped his hand over his mouth, leaving his keys unguarded.
"I see. Is that how you really feel?"
"Aya, please, just give me some time to collect myself, I' just. upset. and I don't mean what I say, I'm being dumb." To gesture this, Omi bopped himself on the head saying, "Baka na, oroka watashi!"
Aya grabbed the keys from Omi's scooter. "Maybe you're right. Maybe you are being foolish, because you should know by now I know when you're lying and right now you're doing it horribly."
His eyes widened. "Nani! What do you mean by that Aya!"
"Where are you going Omi?"
"I told you, to a friend's."
"Not without keys. I'll be inside that diner across the street." Aya pointed. "When you decide you want to come home, to Koneko No Same Ie, meet me in there."
Omi slumped into his seat, his eyes showing his distress. Everything Omi felt suddenly got five degrees colder. "Don't make this any harder on me Aya. Aya. you know I'm leaving. just give me the keys, please don't make me walk in this weather again."
Aya halted. That was worse than he had originally thought, he thought Omi had just been upset and wandering around, he had no idea he was trying to run away.
He looked the boy over again. New gloves, a new hat, and even a new scarf! How could he not have noticed that before? "I'm not going to allow it."
"Why? Because this is the shop's property? I'll pay you for it, right now." Omi thought. "Oh wait, never mind. You won't sell it to me, will you? That would just make it too easy for me." He scrunched his eyes. "Did you at least have the common courtesy to bring your sword so you can stab me in the back- or do you prefer stomach- good and proper.
"What are you insinuating?"
"Oh come on, you know you want to. I'm just sick of this emotional game, Aya, it's immature."
".You felt I stabbed you in the back? That's fair enough, but I didn't intend to."
"Yet. I probably haven't suffered enough. What more do you want of me Aya? You took my youth, my hands were tarnished in a quest that was equivalent to your revenge, I have my family's blood on my hands -even Ouka's- and you have my virginity and my pride. How much more do you expect to filch out of me before you kill me? I don't really see all that much left." He closed his eyes, Ouka how he missed her! The only family he knew, and she was killed in his arms, and she was innocent, Farfarello should have hit him! At least then it would have been over, and Ouka was too sweet to have died. It was unfair.
Aya smacked him as hard as he could. Omi hit the ground not expecting the blow. "Get UP!" Aya demanded. "Walk. Walk with me right this fucking second Omi!"
Omi's hand instinctively covered his face that had just been struck, but something about Aya calling him Omi. that .was less than predicted on his behalf.
Apparently he took too long to follow Aya's command as Aya felt the urge to grab him by the arm and pull him from the public eye.
"I am not giving you a choice. You WILL take the scooter back to Koneko No Same Ie. You WILL then follow me to the garage and then you WILL listen to me. Do you understand me?!"
Omi gulped. "Aya. let go of my arm. you're hurting me."
Aya applied a bit more pressure then released. "Go."
TBC.
^_^ Will Omi be killed?
Will Omi get his arse beat?
Will Aya?
Will Ken?
Will Yoji get his come-uppin's?
Will Aya and Omi get LAID in this fic?! .Probably not, though I do see an epilogue in the future that will most DEFINITELY be accessible to anyone who asks for it. AHAHAHAHAHA. (Once the fic is finished, and then I will post something saying email me for the epilogue or something another along those lines.)
To all who R&R'ed domo arigatou.
Ikaga desu ka = How are you Koneko No Same Ie = Kitty in the House (Mew!) Baka na, oroka watashi = my attempts at phrasing- Stupid, foolish me.
For those who like the keys at the bottom too ^__^;;;
Special thanks to Kasra and a few others who've kept up with this story and Koibito! Daisuki desu!
Aya wiped several frozen crimson strands from his eyes. It was freezing out here! Where could Omi be? He had to be inside somewhere by now! Hadn't he? He carried on with his searching.
With all that water around him, and even in his 'favorite form' of ice. he still felt dirty for doing that to Omi, sure it wasn't his fault that Yoji had pieced it together, but he should have broken Yoji's teeth or SOMETHING that suggested to the playboy not to mention it in any conversation let alone casual until Omi said something about it. Not like he was scotch-free for playing on Omi's insecurity and only supporting it by acting like the others were in the dark still. Now Omi felt isolated and alone. Again. Damn it!
Aya saw the trail of red lights turning. Taking up a hunch he turned to follow it.
To a pleasant surprise he was right, it was Omi's scooter. Equally pleasant was the fact that Omi was on it, though that is a small blessing, as an assassin with a lot of enemies it was always wise to be thankful for the smallest of gifts. The one drawback to seeing Omi was to confirm Aya's thoughts. Again, Omi neglected himself and his health over Aya, and again Omi was outside for hours in the cold because of it.
Omi took out a cocoa he had just bought from the vendor. Pulling at his gloves to assure his fingers wouldn't lose grip of the nice, hot, chocolaty liquid. He brought it up to his nose, the lid snuggly onto the container, he smelled the robust cocoa; dropping it to his lips he took a sip.
A snug smile pulled at the corners of his lips as the heated nectar warmed his body. Thinking back to Ran- no, no he wouldn't call him that name even in his mind. This was Aya's doing. Aya was the vengeful one while Ran was the sweet boy that his family destroyed. Omi closed his eyes thinking to himself of the possible karma that his family had passed down to him to suffer through.
Omi smiled, that's right. It was Omi's fault. That makes it easier, makes it hurt less. If Aya didn't do it to him that meant he still loved him and if he did it to himself it was only justice being done and then he could still be the good guy because justice was done. Omi fell back into his scooter's seat the smile still present. It had to be just fine, it wasn't Aya's fault, it was Omi's, and that made it something Omi could control.
"That's a load of shit." He commented to himself, both on the note of control, especially while scapegoating it onto his Takatori blood and on the idea that even with that, making everyone he loves hate him could be acceptable. He let back a wretched set of tears trying to hold them back which only added to the gurgling sound of the water running down his face.
He turned to move his scooter. He had to move it, it was 15 minute parking only and his 15 minutes were almost up.
He turned the key that stood idle in the ignition to his scooter just as a hand fell onto his shoulder simultaneously.
"Omi."
"AYA!" Omi quickly jumped causing Aya's hand to fall from the shoulder it had rested on. Omi squelched out a nervous, "Ikaga desu ka, long time no see." The fear in Omi's eyes of being caught in such a sensitive moment and awkward place was as clear as the scent of blood to Aya.
"Would you like to get dinner with me?" Aya suggested.
Omi gulped.
"Because you know I am not going to let you just gallivant about the town all night."
Omi swallowed hard. This was going to be a game of Go: strategy, moves, and the operative of getting the hell out of there as quick as possible. "No thank you, Aya. I wanted to visit some friends from school."
"Who?"
Omi swallowed back, damn it! Aya was going to interrogate him, "That's not important for you to know. I'm just going to hang out for a while."
"When will you come home?"
Before Omi realized his stupid, insubordinate mouth was moving he said coldly, under his breathe, ".I have no home. Not anymore." His eyes shrank back and he clamped his hand over his mouth, leaving his keys unguarded.
"I see. Is that how you really feel?"
"Aya, please, just give me some time to collect myself, I' just. upset. and I don't mean what I say, I'm being dumb." To gesture this, Omi bopped himself on the head saying, "Baka na, oroka watashi!"
Aya grabbed the keys from Omi's scooter. "Maybe you're right. Maybe you are being foolish, because you should know by now I know when you're lying and right now you're doing it horribly."
His eyes widened. "Nani! What do you mean by that Aya!"
"Where are you going Omi?"
"I told you, to a friend's."
"Not without keys. I'll be inside that diner across the street." Aya pointed. "When you decide you want to come home, to Koneko No Same Ie, meet me in there."
Omi slumped into his seat, his eyes showing his distress. Everything Omi felt suddenly got five degrees colder. "Don't make this any harder on me Aya. Aya. you know I'm leaving. just give me the keys, please don't make me walk in this weather again."
Aya halted. That was worse than he had originally thought, he thought Omi had just been upset and wandering around, he had no idea he was trying to run away.
He looked the boy over again. New gloves, a new hat, and even a new scarf! How could he not have noticed that before? "I'm not going to allow it."
"Why? Because this is the shop's property? I'll pay you for it, right now." Omi thought. "Oh wait, never mind. You won't sell it to me, will you? That would just make it too easy for me." He scrunched his eyes. "Did you at least have the common courtesy to bring your sword so you can stab me in the back- or do you prefer stomach- good and proper.
"What are you insinuating?"
"Oh come on, you know you want to. I'm just sick of this emotional game, Aya, it's immature."
".You felt I stabbed you in the back? That's fair enough, but I didn't intend to."
"Yet. I probably haven't suffered enough. What more do you want of me Aya? You took my youth, my hands were tarnished in a quest that was equivalent to your revenge, I have my family's blood on my hands -even Ouka's- and you have my virginity and my pride. How much more do you expect to filch out of me before you kill me? I don't really see all that much left." He closed his eyes, Ouka how he missed her! The only family he knew, and she was killed in his arms, and she was innocent, Farfarello should have hit him! At least then it would have been over, and Ouka was too sweet to have died. It was unfair.
Aya smacked him as hard as he could. Omi hit the ground not expecting the blow. "Get UP!" Aya demanded. "Walk. Walk with me right this fucking second Omi!"
Omi's hand instinctively covered his face that had just been struck, but something about Aya calling him Omi. that .was less than predicted on his behalf.
Apparently he took too long to follow Aya's command as Aya felt the urge to grab him by the arm and pull him from the public eye.
"I am not giving you a choice. You WILL take the scooter back to Koneko No Same Ie. You WILL then follow me to the garage and then you WILL listen to me. Do you understand me?!"
Omi gulped. "Aya. let go of my arm. you're hurting me."
Aya applied a bit more pressure then released. "Go."
TBC.
^_^ Will Omi be killed?
Will Omi get his arse beat?
Will Aya?
Will Ken?
Will Yoji get his come-uppin's?
Will Aya and Omi get LAID in this fic?! .Probably not, though I do see an epilogue in the future that will most DEFINITELY be accessible to anyone who asks for it. AHAHAHAHAHA. (Once the fic is finished, and then I will post something saying email me for the epilogue or something another along those lines.)
To all who R&R'ed domo arigatou.
Ikaga desu ka = How are you Koneko No Same Ie = Kitty in the House (Mew!) Baka na, oroka watashi = my attempts at phrasing- Stupid, foolish me.
For those who like the keys at the bottom too ^__^;;;
Special thanks to Kasra and a few others who've kept up with this story and Koibito! Daisuki desu!