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^^ Glad to see you're all still here.  It stops sucking now (hopefully). ~Italics and squigglies~ are memories/flashbacks, italics alone are thoughts.

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My Bloody Valentine

When Manx had picked Weiss up to take them to their temporary locale, she had told them they were going to a hotel.  Omi hadn't considered for a second that it would be this hotel, or even more specifically, this room.  The irony was not lost on him in the slightest.

~Nagi grinned at him.  "Mmm, 69...that's a sign from the gods if there ever was one."  He leaned over and licked Omi's cheek, eliciting a nervous shiver and a tentative moan.~

Room 169.  Nagi had laughed when he'd seen the number, that first day.  And by the third time they'd come to this hotel the woman behind the desk knew them and, with the same knowing smirk, had handed them the key to this room.  Every time after that...how many?  He didn't remember...Nagi would lead him to the room.  Sometimes he'd jump him the moment they entered, sometimes he'd tug him gently to the bed...once he'd done him right against the door.  Nagi preferred the bottom, but sometimes...

~"Just relax..."  Nagi shoved him down on his back.  "I don't see why you're nervous, koi.  I know how to take care of an..."  His midnight eyes sparkled deviously.  "...innocent."

"I'm not an innocent!" Omi protested weakly.  Nagi laughed and kissed him.  Omi fell for the distraction, kissing the Schwarz back eagerly and not noticing that he was being undressed via telekinesis.  At least, not until Nagi had reached between his legs and grabbed his...~

Omi cringed, realizing suddenly that Yohji-kun was sprawled out on the bed where he'd lost his virginity.  Ick. 

"Somethin' wrong?" Yohji mumbled from his spot on the bed.  Omi shook his head, returning to the real world for now.  He sank down on the other bed, exhausted.

Tipping his sunglasses down to see him better, the elder blond flipped over onto his side and met his eyes.  "You're lying," he pronounced solidly.  "C'mere and tell Yohji-kun what's wrong."  In a swift movement he reached across the gap between the beds, scooping Omi's smaller body into his arms and pulling him into his lap.  Omi gave a half-hearted protest before just sagging back against his chest.

Yohji let Omi get away with a few moments of silence before poking him in the shoulder.  "Talk to me, Omi-chan."

"Mnn..."  Omi looked up at him with a plaintive sigh.  "There's nothing to say."

"Liar."  Yohji shook his head at him.  "Maybe you can tell me about the other night."

Omi raised his head, his heart constricting nervously. "I...I don't want to talk about that right now, Yohji-kun..."

"Will you answer me one thing, then?"  Yohji's eyes burned into him with an unusual seriousness.  Shaking, Omi cast around for a distraction, but Aya-kun was nowhere in sight.  With a light nod, the littler blond nervously turned back to him.  Yohji took a deep breath and met his eyes firmly.  "Aya said...that that night...the Schwarz kid said he loved you."

Omi paled.  "He...I...Yohji-kun..."  Tears filled his clear blue eyes.  "I..."  Normally crying would make Yohji back down...but not today.  Stifling a sob, Omi pulled away from him, tugging his arm out of his grasp.

"Hey...Omi..."  Yohji stood up.  The boy shrank away, circling around him in a desperate dash for the door.  "Omi, wait!  I wasn't–" The door slammed.  With a tired sigh, the eldest Weiss sank to the bed, head in his hands. 

Omi swerved wildly, wavering off his course and running into walls.  He stumbled into the elevator just as it was swinging shut.  As it lowered to slowly to the bottom floor, he leaned against the back wall and covered his eyes.  Yohji had figured it out...or would soon.  Tears stung his vision.  He couldn't go back now...never.  The next time, if he ever saw Weiss again, there was no way... Choking on the sob in his throat, he dashed through the opening elevator doors, ignoring the rare and brief look of surprise on Aya's face as he ran past. 

"Omi?"  The startled redhead watched him.  What the hell did you say to him, Yohji? he thought broodingly to himself, stepping onto the elevator.  Omi would be back once he'd calmed down.

Omi didn't stop until he reached the cold, dank street.  His sneakers slogged through a puddle of water, carrying him somewhere he did not know.  For a long time he wandered the streets, staring at the sky that was as cloudy as he felt.  The buildings all around him were so familiar... He and Nagi used to frequent this part of town, since neither Weiss nor Schwarz ever came around this area...

~"...and besides, there's a great computer store down there!"  Nagi's fingers twirled in his hand.  "I get all my parts there!"

"Isn't it too dangerous, being in public together?"  Omi looked down ambivalently at their joined hands.  He liked being so close to Nagi...but...

"It'll be fine."  Nagi's thumb stroked the back of Omi's hand slowly.  "Only thing we have to worry about is Crawford having a vision, and those are so rare..."

Omi wasn't convinced.  "Nagi..."

"It will work out," the Schwarz repeated.  "Trust me..."  Omi lifted his head as Nagi leaned in close, meeting his lips in a soft kiss...~

Omi sighed angrily, sinking down on a bus stop bench.  He shouldn't be thinking of Nagi that way now, never, because of Ken... A drop of water splashed on his hand.  He started, thinking at first that it was a tear he hadn't been aware of, but then another fell, and another.  He looked up at the sky slowly.  Rain, again.  Tiredly, he pulled himself to his feet.  It had rained two weeks ago, too...

~"Gyah!"  Ken slammed the shears down on the table.  "No one else is coming, what'd'we have to keep the shop open for?"

Standing beside the window staring out at the sheet of rain, Omi hid a smile.  "A little rain never hurt anyone," he told him.  It didn't hurt him at all, at least.  He'd been praying, earlier, that he would be able to find some excuse to call off his date with Nagi.  Guilty relief flooded his chest.  He'd deal with his illicit lover later...he just couldn't handle it now.

Before, when he was with Nagi, Omi felt alive...lately, however, the Schwarz only made him tired, even bored him.  If it wouldn't make him feel so guilty, he would have just broken up with him.

But that would be too cruel.

A hand on his shoulder jumped him out of his thoughts.  "Hey, Omi..."  Ken sounded nervous.  "Can I talk to you?"

"Of course."  Omi smiled up at him and caught sight of Yohji in the background.  When had he come in?  The older blond winked at him and made a swift exit.

Ken watched Yohji leave, glaring after him as if he had abandoned him.  "Well...uh..."  He looked down at the boy.  "Omi," he said, straightening and gaining another inch or two of height.

"What is it, Ken-kun?" Omi asked, reading the nervous tension in his eyes.

"Uh...Omi...I..."  Ken swallowed.  "...I like you."  He paused for a second as Omi's eyes widened.  "No!  Lemme finish...I like you...a lot...and...Fuck."  He pulled away.  "Sorry, Omi, I..."  Eyes downcast, he broke away and crossed to the other end of the room.

Omi stared after him.  Two thoughts flew across his mind at once.

One, Ken was kind, gentle, free-spirited...lovable.  The Nagi Anti-thesis.

Two, this was the excuse he had been waiting for.

His trademark smile blooming across his face, Omi crossed the room and wrapped his arms around Ken's neck.  "I do too," he whispered, nestling closer.  Ken turned back to him, smiling just as brightly, and pulled him into his arms. 

"Gods, Omi," Ken whispered in his ear, tilting his head back for a kiss.  Both ignored the sound of Yohji's laughter in the background.~

Hot water droplets mingled with the cold on Omi's face.  Maybe Ken had started out as an excuse, but he'd loved him...He really had!  More than he'd ever loved Nagi, at least...He dragged his chilled body off the bench.  He had to get out of here.  Find someplace warm, somewhere he could rest and think...

His trained assassin ears never heard the footsteps in the rain, approaching him from behind.  Something jabbed him in the pressure point on his neck.  Sneakers slipping on the wet pavement, he collapsed in a pair of warm arms and fell into darkness.

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~"It's not working out..."~

Stop it.

~"I can't pretend anymore, koi.  I'm sorry."~

Shut up!

~"I love Ken."~

"Dammit, Schu, STOP!"

Laughing, the telepath withdrew from Nagi's mind.  "But it's just so sweet...poor baby," he purred, curling up against his young teammate.  "You know what you need?"

"I don't care."  Schuldig's body jerked backwards of its own accord, sending the telepath sprawling off Nagi's bed to the floor. 

Grumbling, the redhead lifted himself up on his arms.  "Come on.  The only path to acceptance is to relive it."

"You just made that up."  Nagi fell forward against the pillows with a sad sigh.  "I just want to be alone now, Schu..."

"You're alone with me," Schuldig pointed out, climbing back up to the bed.  "Now, while you're angsting about your little love problems..."  His arm slid around Nagi's waist.

Cringing, the boy sank farther into the pillow.  "No."

In a smooth movement he was flipped onto his back, with Schuldig straddling him.  "Come on, before you met Omi-chan you'd do it with me all the time..."  His hands skittered down Nagi's sides, tickling through his stiff uniform shirt. 

"Before," Nagi repeated.  He turned his head to the side, staring away from him. 

A pair of fingers started at the buttons of his shirt.  Nagi sighed, sagging against the mattress.  Fuck it.  By now he just didn't care.  He made another half-hearted sound of protest as his eyes fell shut.

His pants were almost all the way off when the door knocked.  With an aggravated sigh, Schu sat up and turned with a dark glare.  "What do you want, Farf?"

The Irishman stepped into the room.  "I wanna talk to Nagi."

"What for..."  Schu's eyes widened, and he stifled a laugh.  "Oh, that is SO worth it!"  He bounded off Nagi's body.  "All yours, Farf!" he called, leaving the room.

Nagi sat up, grateful for the distraction.  "What is it?"

"What would you do for him?"

Nagi started dressing.  "For Schu?  Absolutely fucking nothing."

"No.  For the kitten."

The boy lifted his head.  "...anything," he whispered.

"And you want him?"

"Of course."  Nagi sighed.  "Farf, don't talk to me about thi-"

"I have a present," Farf cut in, stepping back out the door.  A moment later he returned and tossed on the bed Omi's limp, unconscious body.

~*Tsuzuku*~