Simple Little Pleasures
Chapter 3
By Julie
Disclaimer: snorfle.
Warnings: some spoilers on Aya's past, even more spoilers on Omi's past
Pairings: AyaxOmi, in a way... teeny tidbit of YohjixKen, teeny tidbit of CrawfordxNagi.
Notes: I'm sorry for the, er, wait... I bet many of you thought I had given up on the fic or something. Actually, I had this chapter finished by and was going to upload it on July 4, Aya's birthday, but unfortunately I was on vacation. And I figured that by some magical means, I would find a computer on said vacation, but I didn't. When I got home, I sent it to my betas, Raven and Chiki, but they were both busy and couldn't beta until I prodded them with a couple of algae-covered sticks. Actually, Chiki was too busy to do so, and Raven was away, so she beta-ed it a few months later. And by then school had started for me, and I was too lazy/busy to upload this chapter. Again, I am very sorry about the three-month-overdue-ness, like my library book. *bows head* *pats her library book*
Ken let out a long sigh and slumped back into the carseat. "My God...that was a CLOSE one..."
"It was," Omi panted from the front seat, still slightly breathless. "We could've all fucking died..."
"Being assassins, we'll all die early, you know," said Aya, ever the optimist.
Yohji rested his head on the window, bouncing slightly up and down. He was always really hyped up after missions. "We've seen worse, though."
"True, but there won't be many worse than this one. Yohji, move over. I want to lie down."
The blond raised an eyebrow at Ken. "What makes your personal space more important than mine?"
"Because I'm the jock and you're the pimp."
"True." Yohji scooted a little to the left.
Ken eyed the the space he presently had. "That's not enough, bitch. Now, listen to me and listen close 'cause I'm only gonna say this once. I want you to drop to the floor. I want you to curl up into a ball at my feet and be my footrest. Do not speak unless I have spoken to you. Fail to obey, bitch, and you will eat my whip. Now move." he nudged Yohji with his toe.
"That makes me cry, Kenken. My ass is too nice for your whip."
Ken laughed and played along. "Oh, please. My ass is better than yours."
"Aya's ass is better than both of ours put together."
"Since when was Aya in the picture?"
Omi thought of something, "Hey, Aya..." the boy piped up, "Are you sure you can drive with that arm?"
"I'm fine. It only cut the skin."
"It must have cut pretty deep." Omi remembered Aya clutching his left arm, the leather trenchcoat shining with blood--
"I'm FINE," Aya snapped.
The seventeen-year old was slightly irked by this curt reply. "I was just worried, jeez!"
Ken closed his eyes and laid down, resting his head in Yohji's lap, too tired to care. "s'okay, Omi. He'll be all right by tomorrow."
Nodding, Omi rolled down the window and closed his eyes, letting the wind caress his face and ruffle his hair. In the back of the car, Yohji was stroking Ken's chocolate-colored locks distractedly, the brunet already half asleep. It was a cute picture, really. Sometimes Omi wondered if there was more than just friendship and camaderie between his best friend and the tall blond. Nah, Yohji was as straight as a ruler...wasn't he?
"Hey, Yohji."
"Hnn?"
"Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure. I might not answer, or tell the truth, but you can ask."
Slightly amused at the impeccable logic of this statement, the honey-haired boy questioned, "Are you, like, attracted to guys in any way?"
The older assassin's emerald eyes widened, surprised. Then, looking thoughtful, he chewed his lower lip for a second and grinned. "Yup,bi!! Twice the choices!" He flashed the V sign.
Ken murmured something that was muffled by Yohji's pant leg.
"What?"
The athlete turned his head, "I SAID, I'm gay. That Yuriko bitch just eliminated all hope of me ever liking girls.*"
"Wow, are we starting a sexual orientation discussion or something? since we're on the subject, I'm bi," Omi replied, unabashed.
"What is this, the Homosexual Assassin Society?" Yohji stretched his long limbs, "Crawford and what's-his-name-that-little-brunet-kitty from Schwartz are together."
Omi's eyes widened. "Holy CRAP!! Crawford and Nagi??"
"That's what Shuldich told me when we had a little chat at the bar yesterday..."
Aya's voice came from the driver's seat. "You saw one of those Schwartz bastards at a bar? Did you kill him?"
"Nope!" Yohji chirped, waaay too cheerfully.
Something indistinguishable was muttered in Aya's husky voice, but no yelling ensued. Yay for Aya's psychiatrist...a.k.a. his imaginary friend, Bob.
"Hey, we were drunk! And he was pretty fun to talk to, especially since he kept trying to use his psychic crap to make me do a threesome with him and a goat ."
The youngest assassin lifted an eyebrow, straying back to the Crawford x Nagi topic. "Isn't Nagi, like, 15 or 16? Brad Crawford looks at least twenty-three! I mean, yeah, he's hot and all...but he's so stick-up-the-ass-y."
Across Tokyo, Crawford sneezed. He tightened his arm around Nagi's bare shoulders, who snuggled deeper into his chest in return.
"What are we, women? We're gossiping like crazy..." Ken piped up from the back as the car pulled into the garage.
After Aya locked the doors, the four members of Weiss, tired, burnt out, and exhausted, stepped into the sanctuary of their home. Wanting nothing more than sleep after this stressful night, Aya went up the stairs, while Omi left for his room to complete the mission report. Yohji, however was not sleepy at all. He hopped from foot to foot, bouncing up and down impatiently. Always flooded with andreline after missions, he was...now he was all hyper.
Ken eyed the blond man warily. "What's up with you?"
Said blond shrugged. "You know me. Want to see a movie or something with Aya and Omi?"
"But I'm tiiiired~~" Ken whined, so unlike himself in his sleepiness.
Yohji carelessly draped an arm around the youth. "Jeez, I'm not forcing you to come with me." he pouted mockingly and his eyes sparkled in shoujo fashion, clutching his hands together in praying position. "Buh pleeeeeease??"
"Sure, sure, whatever," the brunet sighed. "I'll go get Omi."
There was no need for that, however, as right after Ken's halfhearted agreement, Omi stepped into the kitchen to get some water. He blinked at the two florist-slash-assassins standing there, inquiring, "What are you two doing?"
"We're having sex. Can't you tell?"
"Oh, yes. Sorry for walking in on your passionate lovemaking."
"Hey, Omi," Ken interrupted, the flow of the conversation not doing good things for his blush reflex, "Want to come see a movie with us?"
The boy ran a hand through his mussed honey-blond hair. "Sure, but there isn't anything on at two in the morning, is there?"
Yohji winked. "Oh, you'd be surprised."
"Okay then," Bombay shrugged, agreeing. "Surprise me. I'll go get Aya."
The youngest assassin of Weiss padded up the stairs and headed down the hall to the redhead's room. Reaching the door, he knocked lightly on the wood. "It's Omi," he called softly, knowing that Aya liked to know who was there.
"Come in," came Aya's voice.
The blue-eyed boy pushed the door open and carefully stepped in, taking in the sight of his redheaded swordsman lying on the bed, one hand across his eyes.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah."
Omi paused for a second. "Do you-D'you want to come see a movie with me and Ken and Yohji?" he asked, knowing perfectly well what the answer would be--
"No."
Assumption correct. The seventeen-year old knew he should have just left it at that and gone with the two other assassins, in fact, he had one hand on the doorknob and was stepping out, but he changed his mind and asked abruptly, "Aya, why have you been ignoring me lately?"
The older man opened one eye, completely taken by surprise by the sudden question. "What?" was the best answer he could manage.
"You heard me," Omi turned around and leaned against the wall. "Why?"
Aya hesitated. How could he tell Omi what he really felt? HE didn't even know how he really felt. Why HAD he been ignoring Omi lately? Yeah, the Takatori thing had something to do with it, but even he wasn't a big enough jerk to completely ignore his lover because of who he was related to. Aya didn't want to tell the boy the real reason... he wanted to be in control of the situation, like he always was. Most of the time. Except when Omi was really, really horny.
Instead, he said simply, "Because you're a Takatori."
Now THIS made the chibi mad. Like really, really, seriously pissed. "The HELL?! You're being a bastard to me because of who I was related to? *I* didn't choose to be a Takatori!!"
Unable to stop himself, Aya said flatly, "Takatori put my sister in a coma."
He really shouldn't have said that. "Yeah, your sister is in a coma and that's bad and all, but guess what?!!" Omi yelled. *I* did not do it to her!! I didn't--"
The swordsman's eyes narrowed. "Don't talk about my sister like that."
Omi ignored him. "Do you THINK I wanted to be Takatori?!? Do you think I wanted my fucking father, whom the only thing I ever wanted to do was please him, abandon me?! Were YOU tied to a pole in a basement when you were a little kid, surrounded by big creepy men you didn't know, calling your dad on a cell and asking for a ransom in exchange for your body?! Did *your* dad refuse to pay it?!? Did your own fucking blood father leave you to fucking die in a fucking basement?!"
He turned around and slammed his hand on the wall, punctuating each phrase with a punch. "MY OWN FUCKING *DAD*--" punch-- "LEFT ME TO FUCKING *DIE*--" punch-- "AND I WAS FUCKING *RAPED*--" punch-- "BECAUSE HE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT ME, HIS OWN FUCKING SON, ENOUGH TO PAY THE FUCKING RANSOM!! AND HE WAS RICH!! HE *WANTED* ME TO DIE!!"
"Omi-" Aya began; he had no idea his kitten felt this way--
The boy turned to him, eyes blazing. "And you wouldn't have paid it either, would you?!" He yelled. "You wouldn't care!! You don't give two shits about me! BECAUSE I'M JUST YOUR FUCKING SEX TOY!!!"
At last, the youth fell silent. He caught his breath, all the anger having suddenly flown out of him. He just felt completely drained. And exhausted. The only thing Tsukiyono Omi wanted now was sleep.
"Omi--"
The boy shook his head. "It's over, Aya," he said shortly. "I-I just can't take it anymore." And with that, he left and shut the door behind him.
Walking down the stairs, the blue-eyed boy realized that there were no tears cascading down his cheeks, no drops of wetness drying on his face or collecting in his eyes. Why was he not crying? Was his former relationship with Aya not strong enough to make him tear even a little? He laughed harshly to himself. 'You're pathetic, Tsukiyono Omi. A complete hypocrite. No wonder Aya didn't want you.'
When he reached Yohji and Ken in the kitchen, the two regarded the blond boy with silent, searching eyes, having heard everything. Omi forced a tiny, weak smile and waved his hand. "Go on without me, guys. I'm going to bed."
"Are you al-" Ken started.
Yohji yanked roughly on his arm, shutting Ken up with a glare. Omi was thankful; he really didn't want to talk to anyone right now. "Ken, let's go. Bye, chibi."
When Yohji dragged Ken outside and shut the door behind him, Omi turned around and started padding silently up the stairs, everything a big gray blurry jumble in his mind. From the big jumble escaped a tiny, clear thought: Mission report. Ah, yes, he needed to do the mission report.
Settling himself at his desk and facing the glowing laptop, the youngest member of Weiss hovered his fingers over the keys hesitantly. He had never liked writing the mission reports; what was there to say? The guy's dead. We killed him. The End. Wasn't that all they needed to know?
Ah, well. A lengthy, drawn-out report of pure babble looked better than one sentence, however concise. Omi quickly typed a page filled with huge words and pure crap to impress the big cheeses, then did a bit of schoolwork halfheartedly. His mind wasn't on anything. Anything other than Aya, and what had happened mere minutes ago in his room.
The blue-eyed boy's eyes fell as he recalled his former lover's expression...he had caught a flash of surprise, hurt, and confusion in the redhead's eyes when Omi stated the breakup, before it was replaced by his usual cold facade. Biting his lip and frowning, Omi shook his head. No, he had made the right choice. However much he loved Aya, he couldn't stay with someone that treated him like shit.
* I HATE Yuriko with a passion. Mary Sue galore. Sorry to the Yuriko fans (if they exist).
Sorry if Omi seemed a bit OOC. Julie likes her Omikins with a bit of bite. He's not just some crying, completely submissive uke, you know. He's stronger than that.