Tsumetai: Icy
Aya pulled at his wallet in frustration, he pulled out 3600¥. Walking into the liquor store he did what seemed to be a habitual thing for every time Omi was upset at him, and got a bottle of hot sake. Hardly waiting for it to go into the paper bag, Aya left without change and returned to Koneko No Same Ie.
Once there he walked to the garage. By time he got inside the garage half the sake bottle was drained.
"How could you think that? Omi. how could you betray me by not trusting me?" Aya somberly vowed with hurt in his voice.
Omi sat on the street corner where Aya had left him, holding his wrist where Aya had so callously pulled.
Omi thought back of all that day.
Aya's eyes, the soft purple eyes that housed no sorrows, even after everything he lost. How could it be that Aya's eyes were so soft if he looked at an enemy? Omi looked into a sheet of reflective ice, his eyes weren't even that warm. In fact if anything his eyes were jaded, what he always thought of as Aya's sort of eyes.
He then thought about Yoji, package. chibi. Yoji was nothing but making fun of him and Aya had been defending him, valiantly in fact. Omi yelped. He was so hurt that he was willing to hurt Aya to protect himself. damn it, he was being self-sabotaging. Omi wanted to cry and in fact he had started to. Omi. That burnt into him, Aya wasn't seeing him out of hate but out of betrayal. AYA felt betrayed by Omi.
But why did he invite him back to Weiss? To kill him or to talk to him? Omi wiped his eyes he owed it to Aya to find out. A short jolt of pain in his face seemed to suggest Aya's plan on annihilating him. He stood up angrily, if he was to die, and be it in the heat of battle, he'd prefer someone he loved to at least emerge the victor. And in a line of work like this, Aya's offer might be the closest way to dying an honorable death.
Omi pulled the scooter back up to Koneko No Same Ie. He went back into the house where Yoji and Ken just blinked at his return as if too shocked to make some welcoming or rejecting commentary. Omi continued to his room, half-noticing the fate of his door, he slid in picked up three darts and went back to the garage.
Inside the garage, Aya was totaled. Sipping at the last couple of drops to the sake bottle, Aya glared as Omi entered.
".Aya. what the hell are you doing?"
"Don' call me 'at! I'm Ran. Foo-gee-yama!"
Omi slid his darts into his pocket, it looked like a negotiation after all. "You're a very drunk Ran Fujiyama too."
"I needed to be drun-k" The k was over pronounced as Aya spoke. "I need to make you hit me."
Omi felt at his darts, or maybe not. "Why is that, Aya-RAN, why is that Ran?"
".You don' trust me. I wan' you to take" there was that over-enunciated k again, "all your aggression out on me. I wan' you to thrust your pain on me. an' then let it go away."
Omi's shoulders slumped. He most certainly hadn't thought he'd have to be the aggressor. "And if I won't? Ran, I love you- even if I think you hate me. I could never hit you, and if this is just some head game to make me betray you so you can kill me with a squeaky clean conscience, try again."
"Oh. you need some 'suasion?" Aya asked, stumbling to his feet. "I thought you'd need some help getting started. that's why I had to get drun-k." He raised his fist, "I hate the idea of hitting you. but I knew I might have to. so you'd feel the need to defend yourself. start up your defense mechanisms."
"Ran, that's absurd, just because you hit me doesn't mean I'll. AHH! Damn it that hurt Ran!" Omi claimed as a fist went jamming into his side. ".I'm. not. going. to hit. you."
Another blow came towards his gut. Omi clamped the tender spot, another fist came flying, this time Omi dodged, "Especially now that I know what you're trying to do."
Aya struck him once more, hard across the face, "If you don't fight back I might really hurt you. you know. even your snake brothers tried fighting for their lives."
Omi's eyes grew. Another blow came across his jaw. Omi sat down. "If fighting you comes through sitting down and taking it, then so be it. I am NOT like my brothers."
"Not like Ouka either. she fought to hang onto life." Aya said, he knew that was like salt to Omi's wounds but it had to be done.
"Don't you dare talk about her. you know what that's like to lose your sister, your entire family. but YOUR sister came back Ran! Fuck you!"
Omi dove into Ran's stomach, flattening the man onto his back and pinning him to the ground as Omi rose each hand up to land it down in several successions of punches and slaps. "I am not my brothers! I am not my father! I am not ANY OF THEM! Why won't you just let it BE THAT WAY!?"
".I never thought of you in that way. Not after you swore off your name. You ARE Omi Tsukiyono."
Omi fell into Aya's clutches as he drooped into Aya's arms crying. ".Then why do I always feel like you hate me?"
"It's not hate. it's fascination." He ran fingers through Omi's hair. "And I know my eyes are cold sometimes. but the coldness was never meant to be toward you."
Omi kissed Aya's bruised face, Aya returning the kiss to the equally bruised Omi. "Omi, are you still mad at me?"
Omi nodded.
"Because of not telling you that the others knew?"
Omi nodded. "I should have realized they would, after all, we are all trained to find out details about everyone, but you and I. we were always the secretive ones that they could never understand, I guess being understood. so thoroughly was scary to me. especially saying it was my friends having these insights. that I. never would have thought I showed."
Aya kissed him. "Well, Yoji is experienced in these signs."
"About him."
"Yes Omi?"
"Can we beat the crap out of him next?"
Aya smiled, "Only if we first make him think we screwed on his bed." Aya's face hardened. "Because I know that little blond bastard did that on my bed three weeks ago while his sheets were in the wash, that sick bastard."
Omi laughed loudly.
"Omi."
"Yes Ran?" Omi kissed the tip of Aya's nose.
"I love you."
Omi blushed, "I love you too Ran." Leaning in, Omi kissed him, Ran twisted his tongue into the boy's mouth and Omi looked at him. After a moment Omi turned back.
"Ran.?"
"Yes Omi-kun?"
"How are we going to explain walking it all bruised up to Ken and Yoji?"
Aya laughed, "We can tell them we're into S&M perhaps?"
Omi laughed hard and slapped Ran's shoulder, "Try again!"
".We were attacked by rabid cats?"
"." Omi blinked, "How about something with less rabies shots and stitches involved."
"Well, there IS the truth, but who wants to really go into that?"
Omi smiled, kissing him again, he read his mind. "So we'll tell them the truth?"
"If you want to." Ran shook his head at himself, "Since when did *I* become the uke anyways?!"
Omi smiled very widely at that, "Well, I *am* on top right now."
Ran rolled over, pinning Omi to the ground. "Care to say that again?"
Omi giggled, "No thanks Aya-kun!"
TBC.
(This will be continued as an Epilog and then a second Epilog. That information will go up once I write out the Epilog though. ^__^ SQUEE! I love Omitchi and Ran-kun!)
Aya pulled at his wallet in frustration, he pulled out 3600¥. Walking into the liquor store he did what seemed to be a habitual thing for every time Omi was upset at him, and got a bottle of hot sake. Hardly waiting for it to go into the paper bag, Aya left without change and returned to Koneko No Same Ie.
Once there he walked to the garage. By time he got inside the garage half the sake bottle was drained.
"How could you think that? Omi. how could you betray me by not trusting me?" Aya somberly vowed with hurt in his voice.
Omi sat on the street corner where Aya had left him, holding his wrist where Aya had so callously pulled.
Omi thought back of all that day.
Aya's eyes, the soft purple eyes that housed no sorrows, even after everything he lost. How could it be that Aya's eyes were so soft if he looked at an enemy? Omi looked into a sheet of reflective ice, his eyes weren't even that warm. In fact if anything his eyes were jaded, what he always thought of as Aya's sort of eyes.
He then thought about Yoji, package. chibi. Yoji was nothing but making fun of him and Aya had been defending him, valiantly in fact. Omi yelped. He was so hurt that he was willing to hurt Aya to protect himself. damn it, he was being self-sabotaging. Omi wanted to cry and in fact he had started to. Omi. That burnt into him, Aya wasn't seeing him out of hate but out of betrayal. AYA felt betrayed by Omi.
But why did he invite him back to Weiss? To kill him or to talk to him? Omi wiped his eyes he owed it to Aya to find out. A short jolt of pain in his face seemed to suggest Aya's plan on annihilating him. He stood up angrily, if he was to die, and be it in the heat of battle, he'd prefer someone he loved to at least emerge the victor. And in a line of work like this, Aya's offer might be the closest way to dying an honorable death.
Omi pulled the scooter back up to Koneko No Same Ie. He went back into the house where Yoji and Ken just blinked at his return as if too shocked to make some welcoming or rejecting commentary. Omi continued to his room, half-noticing the fate of his door, he slid in picked up three darts and went back to the garage.
Inside the garage, Aya was totaled. Sipping at the last couple of drops to the sake bottle, Aya glared as Omi entered.
".Aya. what the hell are you doing?"
"Don' call me 'at! I'm Ran. Foo-gee-yama!"
Omi slid his darts into his pocket, it looked like a negotiation after all. "You're a very drunk Ran Fujiyama too."
"I needed to be drun-k" The k was over pronounced as Aya spoke. "I need to make you hit me."
Omi felt at his darts, or maybe not. "Why is that, Aya-RAN, why is that Ran?"
".You don' trust me. I wan' you to take" there was that over-enunciated k again, "all your aggression out on me. I wan' you to thrust your pain on me. an' then let it go away."
Omi's shoulders slumped. He most certainly hadn't thought he'd have to be the aggressor. "And if I won't? Ran, I love you- even if I think you hate me. I could never hit you, and if this is just some head game to make me betray you so you can kill me with a squeaky clean conscience, try again."
"Oh. you need some 'suasion?" Aya asked, stumbling to his feet. "I thought you'd need some help getting started. that's why I had to get drun-k." He raised his fist, "I hate the idea of hitting you. but I knew I might have to. so you'd feel the need to defend yourself. start up your defense mechanisms."
"Ran, that's absurd, just because you hit me doesn't mean I'll. AHH! Damn it that hurt Ran!" Omi claimed as a fist went jamming into his side. ".I'm. not. going. to hit. you."
Another blow came towards his gut. Omi clamped the tender spot, another fist came flying, this time Omi dodged, "Especially now that I know what you're trying to do."
Aya struck him once more, hard across the face, "If you don't fight back I might really hurt you. you know. even your snake brothers tried fighting for their lives."
Omi's eyes grew. Another blow came across his jaw. Omi sat down. "If fighting you comes through sitting down and taking it, then so be it. I am NOT like my brothers."
"Not like Ouka either. she fought to hang onto life." Aya said, he knew that was like salt to Omi's wounds but it had to be done.
"Don't you dare talk about her. you know what that's like to lose your sister, your entire family. but YOUR sister came back Ran! Fuck you!"
Omi dove into Ran's stomach, flattening the man onto his back and pinning him to the ground as Omi rose each hand up to land it down in several successions of punches and slaps. "I am not my brothers! I am not my father! I am not ANY OF THEM! Why won't you just let it BE THAT WAY!?"
".I never thought of you in that way. Not after you swore off your name. You ARE Omi Tsukiyono."
Omi fell into Aya's clutches as he drooped into Aya's arms crying. ".Then why do I always feel like you hate me?"
"It's not hate. it's fascination." He ran fingers through Omi's hair. "And I know my eyes are cold sometimes. but the coldness was never meant to be toward you."
Omi kissed Aya's bruised face, Aya returning the kiss to the equally bruised Omi. "Omi, are you still mad at me?"
Omi nodded.
"Because of not telling you that the others knew?"
Omi nodded. "I should have realized they would, after all, we are all trained to find out details about everyone, but you and I. we were always the secretive ones that they could never understand, I guess being understood. so thoroughly was scary to me. especially saying it was my friends having these insights. that I. never would have thought I showed."
Aya kissed him. "Well, Yoji is experienced in these signs."
"About him."
"Yes Omi?"
"Can we beat the crap out of him next?"
Aya smiled, "Only if we first make him think we screwed on his bed." Aya's face hardened. "Because I know that little blond bastard did that on my bed three weeks ago while his sheets were in the wash, that sick bastard."
Omi laughed loudly.
"Omi."
"Yes Ran?" Omi kissed the tip of Aya's nose.
"I love you."
Omi blushed, "I love you too Ran." Leaning in, Omi kissed him, Ran twisted his tongue into the boy's mouth and Omi looked at him. After a moment Omi turned back.
"Ran.?"
"Yes Omi-kun?"
"How are we going to explain walking it all bruised up to Ken and Yoji?"
Aya laughed, "We can tell them we're into S&M perhaps?"
Omi laughed hard and slapped Ran's shoulder, "Try again!"
".We were attacked by rabid cats?"
"." Omi blinked, "How about something with less rabies shots and stitches involved."
"Well, there IS the truth, but who wants to really go into that?"
Omi smiled, kissing him again, he read his mind. "So we'll tell them the truth?"
"If you want to." Ran shook his head at himself, "Since when did *I* become the uke anyways?!"
Omi smiled very widely at that, "Well, I *am* on top right now."
Ran rolled over, pinning Omi to the ground. "Care to say that again?"
Omi giggled, "No thanks Aya-kun!"
TBC.
(This will be continued as an Epilog and then a second Epilog. That information will go up once I write out the Epilog though. ^__^ SQUEE! I love Omitchi and Ran-kun!)