Simple Little Pleasures
Chapter 1
By Julie
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz. Heck, I can't even pronounce half the names in Weiss Kreuz =).
Warnings: yaoi and a bit of OOC
Pairings: AyaxOmi, KenxOmi, YohjixKen
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Omi loved it when Aya was snuggly. It would usually be during that blissful part of a mission-free evening, right before bed, when there was absolutely nothing important to do. The brunet would be found lying on the couch reading a book or something, when without warning Aya would aim a flying tackle at the smaller boy. Then the redhead would tighten his arms around Omi's waist, pressing his cheek against the boy's chest, and the two would cuddle until one of them fell asleep. The other one would have to spend the night on the couch as well, but neither seemed to mind. On a side note, Yohji or Ken would usually be kind enough to turn off the lights for them. Aww.
Surprisingly, the first to fall asleep was usually Aya. While being tickled by the mahogany tresses, Omi would breathe in the soft rose scent of the swordsman's hair. Aya looked really peaceful when asleep; he really was adorably cute if he'd let himself more often...
"Move," a voice behind him growled.
However, today was not one of those days.
Omi sidestepped and Aya walked past him with a huge plant. "Jesus, Omi, when someone is behind you holding a gigantic rosebush..."
The blue-eyed boy tried to keep down a sigh. Obviously Aya was in one of his bad moods...actually, he hadn't expected much. Aya was this way and would always be this way. When they had first gotten together, though, the two had shared some really sweet moments, but now those moments were becoming fewer and fewer as Aya became more and more of a jackass due to some unknown personal issues.
"Where are those two jackasses?" Aya muttered as he set the roses down. He started pruning them as if he were trying to beat them up.
Omi glanced up. "Saa, Aya-kun," he reproved mildly. He couldn't call Aya by his given name, Ran, after being so used to the sweet feminine sound of the other one. It would be like calling himself Cheesy Noodle. "That thing will be confetti by the time you're done..."
The taller assassin said nothing, just continued hacking at the roses until Omi closed his own hand over Aya's paler one. Guiding his hand to a deep red flower on the left, the boy snipped off the long stem of a partially bloomed rose.
Aya shrugged off Omi's hand in an irritated way. "I can cut them by myself."
Omi began plucking the thorns off the elegant flower. He contemplated whether or not to ask Aya what was wrong, as the redhead seemed to be more cold and aloof than usual.
"Aya, what's wrong?"
Snip, snip, cut. Flat monotone. "Nothing."
Nothing. The second greatest one-word lie there is.
Omi finished removing the thorns and decided to push it. "Are you SURE? It doesn't seem like nothing."
"I'm fine. Go see what Ken is doing."
Fine. The greatest one-word lie there is.
Omi didn't tell him that he was there to listen to his problems. He had gone through this routine enough times to know that Aya didn't care.
Instead, Omi remarked as he started toward the stairs, "The shop closes in five minutes, Aya, so I'm not going to make him come down."
Omi dropped the beautiful rose in the trash.
He walked up the wooden steps and headed towards Ken's room. Why did Aya have to be so cold and distant all the time? It was almost as if they had never gotten together, had never confessed to one another that night. Aya knew that Omi was there to listen to him, so why didn't he tell him anything? It was like Omi had no place in Aya's life, or worse, that he wasn't worthy enough for Aya's problems.
The seventeen-year old paused to knock on the wooden white door in front of him.
"Kenn~~n!" He called. "You in there?"
No one answered him. It wasn't unusual for Ken to go out on his own without telling anyone, although he rarely did this during business hours. So Omi opened the door just to check.
Ken was there all right, lying face-up on the bed, hands clasped behind his head. His eyes were closed and his ears covered by earphones attached to the CD Player sitting on the pillow beside him. His lips were slightly curled into a smile, mouthing the lyrics to whatever rock song he was listening to.
Well, it seemed like Ken was perfectly fine and not lying facedown in a ditch somewhere. Omi was ready to head back down and help Aya close the shop. But something...something about how content Ken looked, how relaxed and happy he seemed to be with such a simple little pleasure, that Omi felt compelled to sneak up on him and tickle him in the ribs.
Which he did.
Ken choked with surprise, jumped, and screamed--who knew that he was so ticklish? Omi giggled like a silly little girl and the taller boy noticed him for the first time.
Ken grinned and lifted one earphone. "Hey, Omi," he greeted. His big teal eyes widened to impressive proportions as he stared past the other boy. "Wha-What's that behind you?!"
...and Omi actually fell for it, the great-grandpa of the oldest trick in the book. Seizing this opportunity, Ken lunged forward and tickled Omi mercilessly. The younger boy shrieked with laughter, squirming around and falling facedown on the bed as Ken continued his attacks.
"Truce! Truce!!" Omi yelled as he tried to wriggle away unsuccessfully. Ken's hands finally settled down.
Ken switched off his CD Player and raised an eyebrow, a victory smirk on his face. "Mmmhmm...so what didja need? Surely you didn't come just to have a tickle fight."
Little Bombay flopped back down on the rumpled covers. "Nothing...just wanted to see what you were doing." He paused for a second as he remembered Aya. "Well, actually..."
Omi hesitated. Although having only known him for about a year or two, he felt that he could tell Ken anything. In Weiss, Ken was closest in age to Omi, and he was his best friend and the best friend he ever had. But he wasn't sure whether or not to tell him about Aya. Their relationship was no secret to Ken, but Omi didn't know how to phrase his thoughts. What would the soccer player think? Knowing Ken, he wouldn't make fun of him or anything, but Omi was worried that the other boy would think his fears were childish or stupid.
"Well?" Ken prodded.
"It's about Aya..."
Ken hesitated. Although having only known him for about a year or two, he felt that there were no secrets between Omi and himself. Omi was his best friend and the best friend he ever had.
The night Ken had killed Kase, when the four assassins got back home, Ken headed straight for the bathroom. He proceeded to lock himself in it for several hours, scrubbing his hands, trying to wash off the bloodstains that weren't there. Eventually, Omi got worried and picked the lock, finding Ken with tears drying on his cheeks and hands scalded under the burning hot water. It had been turned to the highest setting.
Omi seized him and demanded for him to STOP. Then, he led Ken to the couch in the living room, held him tight, and let Ken cry into his shoulder until the older boy finally fell asleep at two in the morning.
But Ken wasn't sure if he could help Omi. He wasn't good at giving advice; his solution to everything being "go and beat the hell out of that guy."
But he could listen. So he listened.
"Well, he's been really cold to me lately," Omi said softly, "he's...he doesn't seem to want to talk to me and sometimes he just ignores me completely, like I'm a burden or something."
He raised his big blue eyes to Ken's, wanting, needing, an answer, no matter what it was. "What did I do wrong?"
Ken swallowed. Shit, he was in a real bad position here. "Uh..." he said slowly, choosing his words carefully, "he just found out...well, your background...a few days ago--" Ken knew all about Omi's past, as Omi knew about his, "--so maybe he doesn't know what to say. You know Aya. But it'll pass!!" He added hastily.
I suck, he thought to himself.
"But I don't like this. It's not my fault," Omi whispered. "I love him so much, I don't know what to do..."
Ken rubbed his temples. You do too know what to do! A voice inside him screamed. Get rid of him if he's hurting you so badly!!
"...Look, Omi," he said finally. "I know it's not your fault. Aya knows it's not your fault, but he's so full of conflicting emotions right now, love for his sister and love for you. He knows he'll probably-- subconsciously--be an ass now that he knows you're a Takatori. He doesn't want to be an ass. So he's trying to put some distance between you two, so you won't be hurt if he treats you badly later on. He just doesn't want to see you hurt, Omi."
"But he IS hurting me. I don't think he even cares about me anymore."
Ken took a breath. "Sweetie, he DOES care about you. That's why he doesn't want to hurt you. But he's doing it the wrong way." he gave Omi his bashful smile. "Let's change subjects 'cause if you keep talking about how badly Aya is treating you, I'm going to lose it and go beat him up."
Omi laughed, feeling considerably better. He knew Ken wouldn't do that. The four assassins of Weiss were very close, bonded together by friendship as well as guilt. They wouldn't hurt each other for the world, however cheesy that sounded.
"Hey," Omi caught a glance of something tacked to the wall. It was a neon green and white striped sock, patterned with bananas and monkeys running to the bananas. There were teeny blue pom-poms and ruffles stitched here and there. It was weird. And so brightly colored it could make you blind.
"Isn't that the sock I gave you for Christmas?"
Ken looked up as well. The corners of his lips twitched. "Yeah..." He grinned happily. "Want some Pocky?"
He jumped up and rummaged around in one of his drawers, unearthing a huge stash of the chocolate-covered biscuit sticks. It was under his underwear. He tossed a pack to Omi.
"AACK!!" Omi shrieked as he fell backwards trying to catch it. Although he posessed many tremendous talents, catching things was not one of them. Omi opened the pack and started munching happily as Ken did the same beside him.
"Why was it under your underwear?" Omi inquired, halfway through a white chocolate and strawberry swirly stick.
Ken swallowed. "So Yohji won't steal it. He likes digging through my stuff, but he won't touch my underwear." He grinned.
Omi made a mental note of the location. "Nice..."
Ken turned his head to look at the blond boy. Omi looked truly content and happy, munching away at the crunchy Pocky. The older assassin felt a smile touch his lips, thinking about how cute it was that Omi could be so happy with such a simple little pleasure.
Omi finished and threw the empty bag at Ken's head. "Thanks for everything, Ken!" he called cheerfully as he stood up to leave. "You've made me feel so much better!! Bye!"
Ken stared at Omi's back as he bounced away, slightly confused. He had helped? He felt all he did was sit there and be stupid.
Omi headed back downstairs to help Aya close the shop...and was knocked off his feet by fangirl screams.
"AYA-SAAAANNN!!!!" They squealed. Then the place erupted into random chatter. "Blah blah blah!! Blah! Squeal! Blah blah blah!!!"
"Go away!" Aya yelled. "We're closed! Come back tomorrow!!" His face visibly paled as he realized what he had just said...
The shrieks nearly made Omi deaf.
"He asked me to come back! Did you hear that?!"
"He was talking to me, you bitch!"
"No, me!"
"Me!!"
"ME!!!"
"He's alone let's get him girls!!"
"Looook!!" Someone squealed as she saw Omi laughing.
More screams. "OMIIIII-KUUUUNNNNN!!!"
Omi jumped, calmed down, them pushed through the crowd to where Aya was. "Persistent today, aren't we?" he murmured into the redhead's ear.
Aya ignored him.
Omi sighed, then screamed as a group of schoolgirls tried to grope him.
Thinking fast, the caramel-haired boy reached into Aya's apron pocket, pulling out an off-white washcloth. He wadded it up and threw it as far as he could. It landed in a tree in the park across the street. Omi had enough time to yell, "Ken plays with it Yohji sleeps with it Aya chews on it but it's my washrag!!!" before he got drowned in screams as the girls pushed at one another trying to run out the door do get at the cloth. A mini-stampede ensued.
Omi quickly slammed the door shut and clicked the lock as the remaining fangirls flew out, leaving a trail of smoke behind them.
The marksman wiped his brow. "And THAT'S why there's four of us and not just one..."
He raised an eyebrow at Aya. "They seemed to really want you, Aya," Omi purred as he sidled up to his elegant co-worker. "Not that I don't see why..." he pressed his lips against the swordsman's neck.
Aya pushed Omi away and walked to the other side of the store to sweep up wilted freesia petals.
Omi bit his lip hard, keeping the tears at bay. Why did Aya have to be like this?
Later that night...
Omi and Ken sat in front of the TV, rotting their brains out with PS2 as Aya sliced strawberries in the kitchen for dinner. Aya always had a habit of making dessert first.
The front door creaked open and the sound of pouring rain was heard before it was slammed shut. A drenched Yohji came in carrying some take-out boxes.
"I'm baaaaaack~~~!!" he announced to the world.
No one answered him. He might as well have sneezed.
"Mou, you're all so mean to me," he pouted. "I brought food, by the way."
"Yohji-kun! You're back!!"
"Is it Italian?"
The blond set the boxes on the kitchen table and ran to glomp the couch in the living room. He watched Omi and Ken for a minute before pointing at the screen. "She's hot."
"AAaack!!" Ken yelled as said hot girl sliced through his character. He set his controller down and stretched. "You're too good, Omi," he complained.
Yohji gaped. "That was YOU?"
Omi switched off the PS2. "Yeah."
"Duuude...that's so wrong."
"She's good."
Omi turned around to look at Yohji. "So, how'd the date go?" he asked. "You seeing her again?"
The taller man blinked. "What makes you think I was on a date?"
"Because you were."
"Ah, well." Yohji tugged at a lock of wet hair. "I wouldn't call it a date. She dumped me after 10 minutes."
"Oh..." Omi patted Yohji's jacket sleeve sympathetically. "I'm sorry."
Ken's eyes widened. "YOU got DUMPED??! Oh my GAWD!!" He covered his mouth in horror. "I'll be waiting for the apocalypse right here." He went to stand in front of a wall, staring at it.
Yohji shrugged. "I didn't mind. She was a slut."
Ken got tired of waiting for the apocalypse and went into the kitchen to unpack the dinner. His voice floated from the kitchen, "I thought you liked sluts..."
Yohji blinked owlishly, then realizing that Ken couldn't see him, he called, "What makes you think that?"
"Don't you?"
"No. No guy likes a slut. They hang all over you and play with your feelings."
"Dinner's ready!" Ken yelled. "Jesus, you didn't have to buy so much, Yohji..."
The four boys of Weiss sat down to have dinner at the rectangular wooden table. Yohji sat across from Ken, Omi across from Aya. It was where they always sat. It was the LAW.
The beginning of the dinner was actually spent in silence, save the thoughtful chewing of the guys. Omi speared some spaghetti and began to panic. Weiss dinners were NEVER spent in silence. It was the LAW. Yohji would be talking animatedly about his date or some cute girl he met during business, Ken would be talking about the 5-year old kid that almost beat him at soccer that afternoon, Omi would be laughing, Ken and Omi would make fun of Yohji's choice of outfit that day, Yohji would defend himself, and Aya would...well, Aya would be Aya. Silent.
Omi broke the silence by saying, "So where did you go the rest of the day, Yohji?"
Yohji swallowed some Fettuccini Alfredo and said, "I walked around in the park until it started raining. Didn't feel like working." he coughed loudly as he realized he had said that out loud and looked at Aya, but the redhead didn't seem to notice or care. The green-eyed man continued, "And there were all these high school girls screaming and catfighting trying to get at something in a tree. Dude, they were BITCHING. It was funny!!"
Omi choked on something and took a big drink of water. Aya made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.
Yohji raised an eyebrow at the amethyst-eyed assassin. "Aya, did you just LAUGH?" He sounded amazed.
"No."
"It talks!!" Yohji exclaimed. He began poking Aya, the redhead looking more annoyed by the minute. "Can you say anything else? Something multisyllabic?"
"Yes."
Yohji covered his forehead in a dramatic mock-faint. Aya went to get the dessert out of the fridge and set them on the table. The four began munching happily on the sweet, juicy red strawberries.
"Yohji..." Ken spoke up. "Where did you get that shirt? Did you rip it off some little girl?"
The blond in question leaned back and spread his arms, a totally quizzical and innocent expression on his face. "Who? Meee?"
He was wearing a teeny red tank top, waaay too small for him. It didn't cover his stomach, and it had the word "HOT" written across it in glittery pink letters.
"Yes, you," Ken continued. Referring to Yohji's scarf, he commented, "Leopard print really doesn't go well with that shirt, hunny."
Yohji threw a strawberry at Ken's head.
"You might want to change, Yohji-kun," Omi spoke up. He got up, threw his paper plates away, and started to walk to the living room. "You're soaking wet; we don't want you to catch a cold."
A grin spread across the oldest man's face. "What? You afraid I'll give it to you?" Without warning, he leapt up and tackled the smaller boy, pinning him to the ground. "Ooh, I'll CONTAMINATE you, little Omi-chaaaaan..." he started tickling the blond boy.
Omi easily wriggled out from under Yohji. "I'll be looking up stuff on Schwarz~," he called before disappearing up the stairs.
Aya sat there deep in thought, finishing his strawberry. He didn't notice that while Omi was usually the one that tried to make him talk during dinner, he hadn't said a word to him tonight.
End Chapter 1
Um...my first Weiss fic... ^.^ I hope it was interesting enough to hold your attention. Thanks for reading!! The next chapter will be more interesting, I hope.
Hmm, so few people write AyaxOmi and OmixKen...must add to the teeny fandom!! *waves banner around*
6/21/03