Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz or the idea or the characters in the show. All the characters would be gay if I did.

Warnings: Nothing still. ^^;; Just shounen-ai... Eventually Ken and Omi.

It's about time I updated this, huh? Geez... what happened to September?!

Chapter 2

Why did everything seem so wrong? The atmosphere in the room felt cold and so abnormal. Omi wasn't cheerful at all, he wasn't outgoing or bothering to smile for no reason like he normally did. It was always forced with a weak, "...arigato," to the customers. He only smiled at the customers and they were all faked.

...and what annoyed Ken the most was that he was the only one whom seemed to notice now. Damn Yoji for alerting him to it! Yoji was now bored out of his mind because it was so slow, most of the time just looking at the clock, waiting for when it would finally be closing time. And Aya of course ignored it. Ken doubted he really cared for any of them at all most of the time, he was too caught up in his own world and problems.

Omi was so unselfish. He hardly took care of himself when it came to others. Ken remembered sleepless nights when he'd come down for a glass of water and heard the clicks of the computer key broad. It was Omi, working late to find the target and stop them before they did anymore harm to the innocent.

Omi always cared for the victims.

He hated seeing Omi like this. There had to be something he could do to cheer the boy up. But what exactly? Ken wasn't very good with words ever and Omi was so sensitive he was horrified of saying something and making him feel worse.

He looked up at the clock again. It was closing time soon... Maybe he could take Omi out, do a little male bonding with him or something.

It seemed like a strange thought, Ken never bonded with any of the 'Weiss' members. The four of them seemed to hardly have a relationship outside of work. Once in a while there was dinner, but that seemed to be about it. None of them could really cook, so they just seemed to disappear during that time, either out to dinner alone or having a TV dinner somewhere in the house.

"Hey, Omi, what do you say we go out and shoot some hoops after work?" he suggested and immediately felt stupid. Omi wasn't a sports player, why the hell would he want to go play basketball with someone as athletic as Ken?

Omi smiled, although this one appeared to be faked too. "No thanks, Ken-kun, I have homework I need to do."

"Well, how about I take you out to dinner or something?"

"I have homework."

"But, Omi, you need to eat!" Ken insisted.

"I will," Omi finished wrapping the bouquet he was working on. "While I'm doing my homework I'll have something. But I really can't go out to dinner with you... Besides, I'd feel guilty, you spending money on me."

"Omi, I don't care..." Ken couldn't remember the last time he heard such a lame excuse.

Omi immediately took notice to an empty bin where flowers once were and took full advantage of it.

"Oh, I'd better go get some more," and he quickly scurried off into the back.

Ken was shocked. It was one thing to say no but to just rush off that like and make a bunch of excuses...

He didn't like this, there were few things he could count on: The sun rose in the morning and Omi was perky. He really couldn't take this. He was about to follow after Omi when a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Leave him alone," it was Aya. "He's allowed to be sad once in a while and he obviously doesn't want your company."

Ken sighed. Maybe Aya was right... Omi was sad and he was allowed to be sad. Maybe he was just making something out of nothing. But how could Aya blame him? He always felt a sort of need to rush to Omi and take care of him, as if he were his little brother or something.

He did care for Omi... He didn't know why though, he always tended to have a hard time showing it.

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Chips and soda. It was the usual meal for him, unable to cook. It just made him slightly upset this time though, knowing that Ken had offered to take him to a restaurant. He was sure even if Ken had ended up taking him to some fast food joint it would have been more filling and satisfying than this. It wasn't like chips were any better for him.

And as for his homework, he was already done with it.

But he had just wanted to be alone. It was odd because he usually would have loved if Ken had offered to play basketball with him... Or take him to dinner. But he felt rather anti-social that day.

There was also confusion.

"Since when did Ken want to hang out with me?" Ken was always busy with his own life, he was an adult after all. It must have been pity, Ken taking pity on him because of his sulking. That just upset him, the last thing he wanted was Ken just being nice to him because he was having an off day.

"Guilt, because he thinks he had something to do with it," he didn't know why he was thinking so negative, it just wasn't like him. Why did there have to be a reason, and why were all the reasons he was coming up with negative?

He hated days when he felt this way, but they were beginning to become more frequent. 'Blue days' where he just wanted to be left alone. Or where he decided he did...but really didn't.

He glanced over at his bed. The only thing there was left to do was sleep... But he quickly decided against it. He didn't want another nightmare. They were becoming more and more frequent, it was to the point where he could hardly handle it anymore.

...but he had to get up early and tend to the shop. He couldn't just stay up all night.

"I'll just stay up for a few more hours..." he decided. With any luck maybe he'd go into such a deep sleep he wouldn't have another dream...another nightmare.

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"AHHHH!! DON'T!" in a flash Omi's eyes flew open, a small gasp escaping his lips. He felt his face, he was sweating. It had all been pointless, the nightmare kept coming back, kept replaying. He couldn't forget, he couldn't get over it. He placed the back of his arm over his eyes, the usual tears beginning to form there.

"Why...why can't it just stop?"

He lay there for a few moments, trying to get recover... He kept telling himself it was over, that it shouldn't affect him the way it did but it wasn't helping. He wondered what time it was. He groaned and rolled over, glancing at the clock. It was only just a little past midnight. He wanted to go back to sleep, but at the same time he was afraid to... It would just happen again and he knew it.

He still felt all shaky. Maybe a glass of water would calm his nerves.

So he pulled himself from the warm covers and exited the room. Trying to be silent down the hallway as to not wake his sleeping teammates. He knew Aya was a light sleeper, and if he were wake him he was sure he'd have a fit. He finally got to the staircase and began to descend. As he reached the bottom he quickly walked into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.

He rubbed his eyes, he felt so tired. As he took a gulp of the water and realized he really wasn't all that thirsty... Maybe he was just looking for an excuse to stay up. He sighed and started to head back, wobbling slightly from his exhaustion.

He wanted to sleep and yet he didn't. He was sick of the nightmares, sick of waking up with tears in his eyes. He used to never have nightmares and now suddenly they wouldn't go away, refused to let up for even one night.

Why did it have to be of his kidnapping? He would have rathered anything.

He was about to begin climbing back up the staircase when something stopped him...there was a light coming from the living room. But who on earth would be up at this hour?

Omi's curiosity took hold and he quickly walked over to investigate. He peeked his head in, not sure if he wanted to be spotted by whom ever was up.

"Ken-kun..." Omi realized. He was asleep on the couch and the light he had seen had been from the television. Omi giggled, Ken must have been trying to stay up to watch TV, since he was off from the shop tomorrow (er, today) but apparently hadn't been up to the task. Omi walked in, trying his best to be quiet and not awake his sleeping teammate. He glanced at him. His head against his shoulder, arm on the arm of the couch with the remote hanging loosely in his hand, his other arm being supported by the back of the couch... It was an interesting thing with Ken, most people looked peaceful while sleeping, Omi took notice he almost looked...troubled. He wondered if Ken had nightmares as he did.

Omi noticed the TV was on a sports channel. How like him... Omi never really liked sports, the people always looked like they were killing each other. Especially in football...

He pondered if it would be safe to try and take the remote away from Ken. He didn't want to wake him... He didn't want to go back to his dark, lonely room but he wasn't about to watch the sports channel either...

"Darn it," Omi muttered, looking over Ken's hand and trying to figure out the best way of approaching it. He reached out, slipping just the tips of his fingers beneath Ken's hand. Ken stirred slightly and Omi quickly pulled back, fearing that just might have woken him. It didn't, but much to his dismay Ken only gripped the remote tighter now. Omi pouted, there was no way he was going to get it from him now.

"Now what...?" he murmured. He wasn't going back to his room, but now he couldn't even watch TV. Unless he watched the silly sports replays...

Omi watched his sleeping teammate. He gave a small frown, remembering how Ken had offered to take him out to dinner. He had rejected him, he was beginning to realize. He felt slightly guilty for that. He wondered if Ken was hurt about it or upset. He hadn't seen much of him after the situation... Maybe he was--

Omi reached out, brushing Ken's bangs away from his eyes. Ken really did look tense while he slept, he didn't look like he was relaxed at all. Omi wondered if he was dreaming... Suddenly he realized just exactly what he was doing…he was…playing with Ken's hair. He jerked his hand back immediately with that realization and blushed.

He then yawned... He was so tired! He wanted to sleep...but he was still so afraid about the nightmares. He couldn't help but feel childish…

A thought came to him.

'I wonder if I slept out here if it would make any difference,' but then again, Ken had apparently already claimed the couch... Omi bit his lower lip. 'Maybe I could just...' when he thought about it he blushed again. He could just lay and use Ken's shoulder for a pillow... But what would Ken do if he woke up and found him sleeping that close?

But as Omi yawned again, he was beginning to care less and less.

Shyly, he sat next to Ken, slowly lying back to try and lay against him without actually waking him. 'Don't wake up, don't wake up,' he begged in his mind. As he finally managed to set his head against Ken's shoulder he breathed a sigh of relief. How why couldn't he have been this cooperative when it came to handing over the remote?

Omi sighed... The warmth from Ken's body was so relaxing... He could feel sleep taking over already.

His eyelids fell closed and as he drifted off to sleep, his nightmares, they last thing on his mind. He felt safe with Ken...

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The sun had risen... It was a perfect day. Birds were chirping merrily, not a cloud in the sky...

Ken's eyes fluttered open. Could it be morning already? He didn't remember going up to his room...he raised his head and instantly felt a pain in his neck. "Damn," he cursed. It was stupid of him, falling asleep that way. That's what he got for sleeping like that, a horrible kink. He still felt tired. He felt as thought he could fall right back asleep. He didn't have work so he could just sleep all day if he wanted to. He decided that if he was going to sleep anymore he had better go up to his room, but as he tried to get up he realized something was settled on his shoulder.

"...what...?" his eyes widened as he saw the cinnamon brown haired boy, sleeping...using his shoulder for support. He wondered why on earth Omi was sleeping down here.

Ken remembered the pervious night...that nightmare Omi had had. Maybe it had happened again and he had been unable to sleep. Deciding that's what had happened Ken felt instantly sorry for him...

"Poor guy," he sighed. He gripped Omi by his shoulders and slowly laid him back on the couch. Omi gave a small groan but did not awaken. Now that he was off his shoulder Ken could stand. He took Omi's legs and lifted them up to the couch. He thought about waking him and sending him to bed but he looked so peaceful... He took the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over the sleeping boy.

Ken rubbed his face and looked up to the clock hanging on the nearby wall. It was 5 minutes till 8... It was time to open the shop and Omi had opening shift that day.

Ken sighed and brushed back his hair.

"Not like I had anything else to do today... Sleep well, Omi," and walked out of the living room and off towards the flower shop.

~*TBC*~

The ending to this chapter just seems all fluffy to me… Fluffy is good. Anyways, still no real idea where this is going, I need inspiration! This was kind of rushed, hope it's not too bad but I got sick of this story having nothing! _;;