Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz or the idea or the characters in the show. If I did, there would be a lot more romance in it and fewer girls if you get my drift. However this story is MINE… Do not steal!

Warnings: Nothing… Nada, zero, zilch. At least, not yet. I plan to make this Ken and Omi… Give me time.

Just a note to everyone, I have a website now! Check out my bio page to find it. It's small, but I'm gonna post my fanfics there, including Mind Trick of the Heart which had been taken off due to rule change on FF.net.

Hmm… This turned out more silly and fluffy then I would have expected.

Chapter 3

Omi yawned and forced his eyes opened. He couldn't remember the last time he had had such a peaceful sleep, it had seemed like ages. For a moment he contemplated just closing his eyes and falling back asleep…

Till he realized what day it was; Saturday. Their busiest day of the week and he had opening shift. He gasped and sat up, looking up at the clock it only caused more horror.

It read 4:00PM.

Omi jumped off the couch and quickly headed off towards the flower shop… He then made the realization he was still in his pajamas. He grunted and quickly changed direction, heading towards the stairs that would lead him to his room to change. He couldn't believe he had slept so late, and second, that no one had woken him up. It was not like he was hard to spot sleeping on the couch.

Dressed in more appropriate clothing for the public Omi rushed back towards the flower shop, trying to tie his shoes as he hurried. Walking and tying shoes were not an easy thing to do, especially if they were on your feet. He walked in to the shop, muttering sorry over and over to who ever heard it.

"I'm so sorry I over slept, I didn't mean to--I'll get busy!" he didn't even look to see if anyone was in the room. He quickly grabbed his apron and began to tie it on.

"Woah, slow down for a second!" Omi was stopped as Yoji grabbed him by his shoulders, laughing at him. "Don't worry about it, everything's fine!"

Omi couldn't believe it. Yoji was saying it was all right that he had failed to show up to work on time and to top it off work had been only a few feet away. Omi felt confused but was actually a bit relieved at the same time.

"It's okay? Wha…?"

Yoji laughed again. "Don't get any ideas about making a habit of this. You just got lucky this time… You know Aya would have thrown a fit if it wasn't for Ken--"

"Ken?" Omi questioned. What did Ken have to do with any of this?

"He took your shift for today."

Omi's mouth immediately dropped open in shock. Ken had taken his shift…and it had been his day off! He felt instant guilt that his friend had done that for him, it had been his own fault and Ken had suffered for it. After he had rejected his kindness the previous evening… Omi couldn't remember the last time he had felt so low.

"Where is he now?" he had to talk to him to at least thank him. Because of him he wouldn't have to listen to Aya's long speech of responsibility.

"Out with Aya making some deliveries," Yoji replied to him. Before he could talk any further to the young boy a customer came up asking him something and dragged him away… Omi wasn't paying much attention, he was too focused on what had happened. He couldn't understand why Ken would do that for him, why hadn't he just woken him up instead of going to the full length of actually taking his place?

"Hey, we're back!" the one person with the answers came walking through the door with a familiar redhead. Omi suddenly felt a bit nervous on how to approach him on the matter. It was a nice thing for him to do, but Omi was having mixed-emotions on it. He opened his mouth to speak but Ken beat him to it, "Oh, hi, Omi. You finally wake up?" he sounded like he was teasing. Omi gulped, trying to think of what to say. It didn't seem right to get into it in front of the other two.

"Um, yeah," was all he could think of to say.

"Well, there's no reason to work now," Aya commented as he went right back to taking care of the flowers. "Your shift is almost over either way."

Omi felt slightly bad for that. He would have felt less guilty if Ken had only worked an hour or so, but the whole day…

"Uh, hey, Ken-kun, can I talk to you for a minute…?" he wasn't sure why he was being so nervous about this, apparently Ken didn't seem upset at all with the fact that he had ended up working his shift for him.

"Well, sure…"

With that said, Omi grasped his wrist and lead him away into the back room where the other two florists' could not hear their discussion. As they left, Aya and Yoji found themselves a bit confused with just what was going on with the two of them.

"Is something wrong, Omi?" Ken was confused himself, it was odd for Omi to actually take one of them off to the side to have a discussion with privately. He was usually so open.

"It's just…" Omi stared at his feet as he spoke. "Why didn't you just wake me up instead of working for me?"

Ken really wasn't sure on that himself. He supposed it was just because Omi looked so at peace while he was sleeping he hadn't had the heart to wake him and tell him to get to work. Besides the fact it wasn't like he had had anything better to do that day so it just seemed like the right thing to do.

"It was just--" he scratched the back of his head-it was a habit he had gotten into doing when he felt nervous. He didn't know why he was so nervous, maybe it was just because Omi looked so nervous for some reason. "When I woke up you were sleeping so well I didn't want to wake you…"

Omi's whole face lit up red at that reminder. He had forgotten the fact he had chosen to use Ken's shoulder for a pillow in desperate attempt to keep from having one of his nightmares. Though Ken didn't mind he still felt embarrassed about it.

"Uh, your face is turning all red," Ken commented, a bit of sweat dripping down his own face. Omi didn't need to hear it, he could feel the heat in his face that was undeniably blush.

"Well, I was feeling bad that I rejected you last night," Omi froze as he realized what that had sounded like. It had sounded as if Ken had been asking him out on a date or something. "You know, when you asked me out to dinner—" he froze again and for a moment felt like smacking himself. That hadn't helped change the way it sounded at all.

"You don't have to feel bad about that, you weren't in the mood, I understand," Ken gave him and understanding smile. It didn't help Omi feel any less bad though. He knew he had to do something to make things right again.

"Well, I was just thinking that…if you weren't busy tonight maybe…" he fidgeted with the strings on his shirt, but abruptly forced himself to stop. "Maybe we could go to dinner tonight then?" he made sure to sound firm because he was tiring of sounding like some silly high-school girl asking a guy on a date. He was merely asking a friend to join him for dinner; he shouldn't have been behaving so strangely.

Ken looked pleasantly surprised. "Sure, if want to. I'll even let you pick where we go," he realized how many options that opened up and just how expensive some of them were. "Uhh…you know, as long as it's not too out of my budget."

Omi laughed and to Ken it was one of the best things to see him laugh again.

"I know, I know, I'm not going to take advantage of you! We could go to McDonalds for all I care. It doesn't really matter to me," he was just looking forward to having someone with him for dinner. He wasn't going to be alone for once.

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Omi had been a bit stunned to discover that Ken had just decided it would be better for them to just take one of their bikes instead of both. Again he found his embarrassment returning as he put his arms around him and held on tightly. Though of course he didn't have much of a choice, it was either that or increase his odds of falling off the thing. He was forcing himself to keep as much distance between their bodies as possible. As much as he just wanted to lie his head against Ken's back and relax he saw countless girls doing that when their boyfriends gave them a ride home so decided against it. He really didn't know why this felt so awkward to him but he had actually never ridden on a motorcycle with another guy, he wasn't sure how to act or what was deemed appropriate as far as touching went.

Omi had left the decision on where they went up to Ken, since he really had no preference. Ken had ended up taking him to a little Japanese restaurant which was a step up from fast food-they got to hold the menu in their hands and sit down to read it.

"I've only been here once, but I thought it was good… Anyways, it's better than hamburgers, right?"

"Like I said, I didn't care where we went," Omi replied as he scanned over the menu. They had gotten a nice little both near the window. There was a bit of silence as both men tried to make up their minds on what they wanted. Omi was having such trouble because of all that they had to offer. Sure, it was a step up from McDonalds but at least there he knew what he wanted because there wasn't so much to choose from.

Omi swung his legs as he thought it over, trying to make up his mind. Suddenly he felt his heart skip a beat as at one point he accidentally bumped legs with Ken. He pulled his legs back and all movement of them stopped. He held up his menu to hide his blush, praying in his mind that Ken hadn't noticed. He didn't appear to and just continued to look over his own menu. Omi gave a small sigh of relief, the last thing he had wanted was to make Ken think he had been trying to start a game of footsie with him.

"I give up!" Ken suddenly leaned back in his seat frustrated. "I can't make up my mind, I'm just ordering what I did last time."

Omi finally made up his own mind though it had been a hard call. The waitress came and took their orders, also bringing them something to drink. Omi had to admit he was a bit unused to actually having some time to kill while they waited for their food.

"You know, I was realizing… It seems we're always so busy. We never get the chance really to just…talk," Ken stated, starting up some friendly conversation.

"No, we really don't…"

Silence…

This seemed so pathetic, Ken thought. They never talked yet they could come up with nothing to discuss suddenly.

"Well, how's school going for you?"

Omi looked up from his soda to give Ken a smile. "Oh, it's going fine… Still keeping my grades up and all that. It's normal," his eyes were back on his soda as he began sipping it through the straw again.

"Uh, did you see the soccer game last night?"

"No."

This really was pathetic.

"Um, did your team win?" Omi asked in order to be polite, Ken knew he wasn't really interested. Omi was brains and Ken knew he wasn't into sports besides what he had to do in school to pass Physical Education. When Ken was in school he mostly spent his spare time dreaming of when they would finally get to go out and run around. He always felt suffocated in the small classrooms.

"No, they didn't win," he replied, looking a bit upset as he said it. Omi gave a small frown. "But it wasn't a big game or anything," Ken laughed nervously, forgetting for a split second that Omi was so sensitive to other people's feelings. Though when the game had ended Ken had never wanted to throw something at the television as much as he had at that instant, mad at the team's stupid choice in plays. He could have pointed out all their mistakes.

"Oh, that's good…"

Both of them were relieved when the waitress brought over their food. It gave them something to do, both embarrassed at themselves for not being able to hold a conversation. Usually it just seemed to come naturally, in the flower shop or where ever they were. But when they really tried to think of something to speak of it just didn't seem to work. They were just trying too hard.

Ken was happy to see Omi appeared to be enjoying the food.

"Is it good?"

"It's delicious!" Omi told him before taking another bite. As he slurped up the noodles off the plate he managed to drip some of the sauce onto his chin, though remained totally unaware of it.

"You got some sauce on you…" Ken told him, touching his own chin to show Omi where he meant.

"Oh, I do?" Omi asked as he reached over towards the napkin holder, a bit embarrassed he was making a mess. His embarrassment level went off the meter though as when he reached he managed to knock over Ken's drink, resulting in the bubbly substance of soda to be poured onto the other mans lap.

"YAH! That's so cold!" Ken yelled as he jumped from his seat in shock. Omi's whole face glowed red with embarrassment as the situation caused many in the restaurant to turn heads and look at them. Also the fact that he had knocked Ken's drink into his lap, upset with himself for being so clumsy.

"I-I'm sorry!" Omi gasped as he quickly yanked a bunch of napkins from its holder in order to dry him off. As he realized where the stain was he blushed again and instantly stopped himself.

"Ah… N-no, it's all right… I-I'll just go and try to wash up as best I c-can in the restroom…" Ken quickly slipped from the booth and headed off into the men's bathroom. Omi couldn't tell if his stuttering had been due to his shock, or because of the ice he had poured into his lap.

Omi could not believe he had just done that.

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The two of them had quickly finished eating as fast as they could, just to hurry and get out of the place where now people continued to give them strange looks. Ken hadn't really managed to dry off too well and had been left with a damp spot in an embarrassing place. Though he wasn't mad at Omi-accidents did happen after all-his reassurances hadn't seemed to do much as far as making the boy feel better went.

"Well, next place we go we'll just have to make sure the cups come with lids."

Ken noticed Omi's face drop. He realized he had just made him feel worse by thinking he was serious.

"It was a joke, Omi!" he smiled nervously as he patted the boy on the shoulder. They were strolling the board walk of the beach then. Ken thought it would have been fun though it appeared he was doing nothing right. Ken didn't understand why Omi was being so sensitive with him, usually he could joke around with him without getting him disheartened. "C'mon, I don't get it… Did I do something wrong?"

"No, of course not!" Omi gasped. He hadn't meant to make Ken think it was his fault, he had been nothing but charming to him the entire evening… Not to mention what he had done for him that day, taking his shift when he really didn't have to. "You've been…really nice to me, Ken-kun…" Omi's steps suddenly halted as his eyes gazed towards the horizon, staring at the beautiful sunset. One of natures paintings.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Ken asked him but Omi didn't seem to hear him as the comment was ignored.

"I don't know what's wrong with me… I just really didn't want to mess up tonight," but he was convinced he had done that. He was sure he had goofed the entire evening up by his inability to have a conversation with his older teammate, the awkwardness he was sure was his fault and then of course the grand finale was spilling the drink on him.

And the evening wasn't over yet either.

"Wha? Mess up? What on earth are you talking about?" Ken questioned him as he furrowed his eyebrow. Omi gave a heavy sigh, tilting his head back to stare up at the sky. It was almost dark out. He folded his arms behind his head as he suddenly felt the blush returning to his face.

"Well, I guess… You know, I never spend time with any of you out of the shop… I just didn't want to prevent it from ever happening again."

As he admitted it Ken felt rather sad that Omi felt that way. That he was so nervous of-as he worded it-messing up that Ken would never want to spend time with him again except when they had to.

"I can't believe I just said that," Omi's arms went limp at his sides as he turned to look at Ken. "Hearing it…it sounded so much bigger in my head," his hands came up to cover his face. "I'm sorry, I probably just sound really dumb, don't I?"

Ken smiled as he reached out, pulling Omi's hands from his face. Omi blinked in confusion as he looked up at him. It almost felt strange… Ken holding his hands in his. His grip was strong yet gentle. Omi was fighting not to blush for the hundredth time that night.

"No, you don't sound dumb at all, Omi."

The tension just left Omi's body completely as he heard it. A smile curved onto his lips. He was so glad that Ken didn't think he was over-reacting.

"Besides you, uh, make the night interesting!" he laughed as he scratched the back of his head. Omi chuckled as he did it. He was beginning to pick up that Ken did it as a nervous habit.

"You do that a lot," Omi stated and Ken looked even more nervous as he said it.

"I do what?"

"You scratch your head when you get nervous!" Omi laughed.

Ken blinked. "I…do?" he paused for a moment and then realized that he was still doing it. Blush covered his face as he quickly put his arm to his side, forcing himself to stop. He had never really noticed it but when Omi said it, he knew he was right. Omi had a weird way of picking up on things of human nature. He would make a good psychologist or a criminal profiler perhaps.

"We should head back," Omi said as he looked back at the sunset and saw that the sun was almost entirely gone.

Ken gulped as he felt a sudden ache in his chest when he said it. He really had not wanted his evening with Omi to end just yet. He wanted to stay with him, ask him more questions though he knew even if there had been more time he would have been too afraid to ask. He just liked the feel of his presence.

He really liked being with Omi.

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It was around seven o'clock when Omi and Ken got back to the flower shop. It felt their time had been shorter than it actually was. Ken really wanted to get upstairs and change out of his still wet jeans. He had learned the hard-and embarrassing-way that denim took forever to completely dry.

"You two finally get back?" Yoji asked as he was heading out for the night just as they were coming in. He suddenly looked amused as a snicker sneaked past his lips. "Oh, Ken, did you have an "accident"?" he then gave a loud laugh as Ken's face went crimson.

"No, I just spilled my drink on myself, alright?!" he hated when he was taunted by Yoji.

Omi was a bit shocked that Ken had accused himself of spilling his drink on himself and not him.

"Yeah, sure," Yoji chuckled as he wiped away a stray tear from his laughter. "Anyway, I have a date tonight so I'll be seeing you two tomorrow if you catch my drift," he winked at them both and Omi looked at him in disapproval. He did not agree with Yoji's lifestyle, it was unhealthy.

"You always have a date," Ken scoffed as he placed his arms behind his head. He was a bit envious of that but not by much. He was too gentleman to play women for a roll in the sheets. It just wasn't his style. But he was sure he could get a date if he wanted. After all, he had many adoring female fans standing outside the shop every day.

"Aw, you're just jealous because I'm going out with a female and you had to settle for Omi," he smiled coyly at his own remark.

"H-hey!" Omi took that as an insult.

"No offense, Omi," Yoji waved his hand as he saw the hurt look on his face. "But you're just not something to take to bed."

"Yoji, shut up," Ken ordered. He wasn't about to let the blonde go any further with that because he was sure if he didn't stop him he would. The order just seemed to intimidate Yoji to see how much he could annoy the man.

"Well, I guess you could if that's your thing, eh?" he grinned.

"YOJI!" Ken scolded. Omi's face was once again pink as it was said.

"Whoops!" Yoji exclaimed innocently as he saw his watch. "I'm gonna be late and let me tell you something, being late just lowers your score and chances of having a partner for the night," he fixed his jacket before casually strolling past the now extremely embarrassed men. With a small wave he was out the door, "See ya!"

"That idiot!" Ken growled. He didn't see why Yoji had felt the need to say that. Just what was he implying anyway? That he and Omi's relationship went past friendship? That was completely ridiculous! He and Omi were like brothers, Ken would always want to help Omi if he could do so and he was sure Omi would do the same. But he didn't see where the remark Yoji had made had come from.

"Don't get so upset… He's just kidding around," Omi said in an attempt to calm the anger Ken was feeling at that moment. "Um, and you should probably get changed."

Ken sighed to himself, agreeing with him on that. "Yeah…" he muttered. He wasn't sure why what Yoji had said had bothered him the way it had but he couldn't seem to erase it from his mind. Omi's footsteps caused him to look up as he saw him walking towards the stairs. "Where are you going?"

Omi looked over his shoulder at him and smiled. "Just upstairs… Thought I might goof around on the computer a bit is all," he turned all the way around as he continued to wear a large smile. "Thank you for taking me to dinner tonight, Ken-kun, I really enjoyed hanging out with you…"

"Oh, it wasn't anything," Ken was smiling too. "You didn't mess up, I doubt you ever could. And if you wanted to…we could…you know, hang out again sometime!" he felt his hand reach up to scratch his head but quickly jerked his arm back down to his side, silently cursing himself.

Omi's face brightened and Ken wasn't sure he had ever seen Omi so happy.

"I'd love that, Ken-kun, I really would!" he forced himself to calm as he realized how excited he was acting. He gave a small giggle and continued to smile. "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow! Night!" with a quick wave Omi rushed up the stairs.

Ken really hated for it to end.

~*TBC*~

Well, I sure as heck hope I can get the next chapter on this out sooner. Sorry for my extreme lack of updates but I had a major block on this for quite a while. Everyone is welcome to give me ideas. With any luck it'll inspire me to hurry up with this darn thing. ^^;;