The only thing I would like to point out for this series is that it is totally alternate universe even though it looks like it could branch somewhat of the series. Also I had to screw with the ages some so there a little messed up. Omi is 17, Ken and Aya are 18, and Yoji is 23. Sorry if this makes you mad. Also they might be out of character.

Oh, and also Omi is a little psychic, nothing big but he can feel emotions sometimes or when something dangerous is going to happen.

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me!

For Eternity

Chapter 2

Omi stared up at the building towering over him in disdain. Tokyo Bay High School was the last place he wanted to find himself. After his father had been murdered things seemed to go downhill, first his distant relatives claimed all that his father had left behind and sent Omi to live with a foster family. Not that Omi could consider them much of a family, it basically was made up of a drunken addict and his wife who had only taken him for the meager amount of money his family was paying to have them watch him. Now, far away from his home and surrounded by nothing familiar he was living in hell.

But there was nothing he could do about it. With a sigh he slowly walked into the building flanked by mobs of students. After a quick visit to the counselors office Omi found himself outside the door to his new homeroom. The class had already started and he was hesitant to open the door, he reached for the knob but suddenly the door opened on it's own with such force it knocked Omi to the floor. Cursing loudly he rubbed his nose, which was slowly turning bright red. Enraged he turned to the figure that had opened the door so abruptly. " What the hell is your problem?"

Amethyst eyes regarded the fallen boy coldly. Under the stare Omi gulped, suddenly unsure of his action. Omi couldn't help himself from staring at the boy in front of him. The shock of scarlet red hair offset cool icy amethyst eyes framed by a perfect face. The body was bad either, the boy was well muscled and it showed through his tight V- neck sweatshirt. If Omi didn't know better he would have thought the boy was sexy.

Wait. Where did that come from?! Omi stared in shock at the boy he had just considered sexy. He fought the heat rising in his cheeks, the last thing he needed was some stranger thinking he was weird.

" Come on Aya-kun, you don't really want to go to the principals office do you?" A tall brown haired boy with twinkling brown eyes latched on to Aya from behind. He jokingly snaked a muscled arm around the red haired boys throat and pretended to choke him, that was at least until he spotted Omi. The brown eyes narrowed slightly and Omi felt the hair on the back of his neck rise, the air grew unsteady. Suddenly Omi heard a tremendous ringing echoing through the halls, he covered his ears and cried in pain, and it felt like his eardrums were about to explode. The noise increased and the last thing Omi saw before his vision became black was the piercing eyes that seemed to stare into his soul.

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Detective Yoji flipped the folder for his most recent case into his wastebasket in disgust. Yet again the two assassins he had been chasing for the last 3 years had gotten away with the kill without being caught. The murder, which had occurred last night was one of the most frustrating ones. The killers had even gone to the trouble of leaving him a calling card this time and he had still not saved the victim, a 20-year-old rising political leader. It was like a game to them and he knew it, he had been following them since their first kill, his first partner Asuka.

The young detective relived the pain of the moment in his mind, watching as the steel claws tore through her chest, as he lay helpless on the ground. The killers had sparred him, and now he would repay them for their mistake, at least that's what he had been saying to himself. With a dejected sigh he flopped down in his comfy recliner chair, drudging up the past would do him no good now. He pulled out a cigarette and took a slow drag from it, letting the nicotine calm his nerves.

A manila envelope buried under a pile of unanswered mail caught his eye. He grabbed at it and opened it to realize it was a case file from over a month ago, one he had forgotten. He tipped the envelope and a pile of photographs fell into a pile on his lap. Their last camping trips. He noticed they looked so happy together, further intrigued he Laying neatly on the top was a picture of the victim and his 17 year old son on one of dug further into the envelope and removed a report of the murder, everything the son could remember.

They sparred the kid. Yoji found that fact very interesting because the assassins were known to kill anyone or thing to complete the mission, in fact the only other one who had lived through one of their attacks was him. This is very interesting, thought Yoji as he stared at the boy who had lived, behind him the sunset over the Tokyo Bay.

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Omi first came aware that he was awake because he had a headache that threatened to split his skull in two. Carefully he opened his eyes only to shut them tight again against the light suspended above his head. With a groan he rolled over on his side away from the light, trying to hide from the brightness. " Turn it off." He murmured groggily, pulling the blanket over his head.

As he became more awake he noted that it smelled like an infirmary, which could only mean he fainted again. He really hadn't expected anyone to hear his request; he didn't expect anyone to be there at all. But to his surprise a pair of shoes padded across the floor and from under the covers Omi heard the click of the switch signaling the lights had been turned off. Suddenly he felt very uneasy, the person in the room with him had not spoken, surely of it was a nurse she would have at least asked how he was doing by now.

A chair scraped across the floor near his bed; slowly he peeked out from under the covers to see who was in the nurse's office with him. He gasped as his blurry vision landed on the red haired boy sitting in a chair next to the bed, not 1 foot away. For a second Omi seriously considered jumping back under the covers and pretending it was a dream, he could feel himself start to blush again.

"Is this better?" Omi started at the silent boys question.

" Yeah, aaa.a..."

" Aya."

" Aya, Ok, thanks Aya." Omi tried the name out, other than being kinda girlie it seemed Ok, he wasn't feeling quite so nervous.

" What's you name?"

" It's Omi, Omi Tsukiyono (AN: Sorry if this is wrong, I'm to lazy to go look up how his name is spelled.) Silence filled the room and Omi had started to fidget. The other boy just stared at him with those sexy eyes.. Damn he was thinking about it again!!

" Do you know who I am?" Lost in his own thoughts Omi glanced curiously at the boy. " No, should I? I mean I just transferred here." Omi winced as his migraine raged; Aya caught the wince and pulled a bottle of medicine of the counter next to the bed.

" The nurse said you should take this." He said opening the bottle and removing the cotton then shaking a couple onto his outstretched hand. " She said it would make you sleep more but help your headache." He stretched out his hand to give Omi the medicine but Omi knocked his hand away, the pills slid across the floor and under the curtain to the window.

" ......" Aya just stared at him. Omi felt the blush spread to his ears.

" I don't take medicine." Omi said looking at the sheets clenched in his hands. " I can't swallow pills, I guess I'm afraid of choking." It was embarrassing to say, especially to the boy in front of him but Omi couldn't think of any other excuse. His head down he missed Aya taking a few more pills from the bottle and slipping them into his own mouth. His eyes widened in surprise as Aya grabbed his chin forcefully, turning his head toward the older boy. Omi watched as if in slow motion where he couldn't move as Aya lowered his head and crushed his lips against Omi's own.

Omi gasped at the contact and tried to pull away but Aya's hand went into his hair to firmly hold him in place and his other hand covered Omi's own that still clenched the sheets. Aya pushed him backward until he was pinned to the bed with the purple eyes boy straddling his waist. Omi clenched his eyes shut, the boy was going to rape him, was the first thought that came to mind. Aya's tongue caressed his lower lip and Omi couldn't hold back the moan of pleasure, taking the opportunity Aya slipped his tongue inside and deposited the pills. Pulling away he released the boy and jumped off the bed.

Omi laid in shock; the experience was startling, but not exactly unpleasant. " What the hell did you do that for? You don't just randomly jump people you know!" Omi raged, finally getting some footing on the awkward situation he had been in.

" You swallowed it didn't you?" Aya stood watching in amusement as Omi fell silent.

" But you..I .what? All that was to get me to take some medicine?" Omi could feel the drug start to take effect, he was starting to feel really drowsy, and the room seemed to spin.

" That's about it. What? Did you think I liked you or something?" Aya smirked as he watched the blush spread across Omi's face. He figured he liked that look a lot. He turned to leave.

" Wait you!" Omi struggled to sit up in the bed and reach out a hand to grab Aya's coat but the medicine took hold and soon he was asleep, one hand still clenching Aya's clothes. With a sigh Aya turned and rearranged the boy the bed, making sure to cover him up. Lightly he traced the boys jaw-line with his fingers, Omi turned his head toward the touch murmuring in his sleep. Aya caught the word 'father' and stiffened. After a few seconds he relaxed, as long as the boy didn't figure out who he was it was all right, after all it was dark that night. As long as the genki little boy didn't figure out who he was he could live.

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Tada! End ch.2! So what do you guys think? Aya made the first move!!!! Tell me whatcha guys think! I love reviews!