Kasra: I love you *melt* …… um… Ahem… Anyway… Yes, it is remarkable that he considered it. I was trying to go over all the things I learned myself and was blanking out, realizing I probably couldn't make it either, as well as any college newbie or high school student. But Omi's insane. So…… Who knows, nee? Well, actually, I do, but I'm not telling yet! NYAH!
P.S. Amy, no telling. We must keep everyone else in suspense, nee? *evil cackle*
Bad news… _ I lost my school bag, in which I had my fic notes for the end of this fic, and some scenes for 3GAG and also notes for LK. For myself, I also lost the practice sketches for the NC-17 KxO dj I promised Aphrael ;_; WAHHH!!
And no, I didn't lose anything else of value except for my YYH Saikyou CD @_@
Chapter 20 – Dian's Bud
"Okay…" Omi murmured. "On the count of three… One… Two…"
"THREE!"
With that exclamation, the assassins that made up the rebel group Weiss, the bringers of death to the wicked, white hunters of evil and darkness…
…worked together to pull Aya's katana out of the wall.
"It's not budging!" Ken announced, though he was still pulling.
Yohji grumbled to himself, "I have better things to do with my time."
"Speak for yourself!" Omi muttered. "I still have an antidote to create…"
Aya just grunted, finding nothing more to say. Finally they all let go, and stepped back, staring at the hilt that protruded from the wall that separated Ken's and Aya's rooms.
"Now what?"
"We can keep it there…"
"What?! NO way am I going to let that thing stay there! I happen to live on the side with the SHARP end!!"
"Well, we can put the sheath on it, so you don't accidentally get your head cut off."
"Thanks a lot, Yohji."
"How'd this even happen?" Omi asked, looking up at their fiery haired teammate.
Yohji sighed, and ran his fingers through his hair. "Yeah, Aya… What the hell were you thinking sticking your sword into the wall like that?"
Aya stared at all of them. Then finally said one single word.
"You."
Omi blinked.
Ken's eyes grew large.
Yohji's scowl disappeared and faded quickly into a look of utmost terror as he looked at Aya, and looked back at the sword, currently lodged in the wall.
Somehow, the thought did not comfort him.
"Um…" he coughed nervously. "Omi! S-so… How do you plan on making this cure?"
Omi blinked, then glanced at Aya, and quickly realized that Yohji was trying to change the subject. He took the hint and nodded, "Oh! It's actually not too complicated! See, I realized in the original formula, the love in idleness one, that it had some sort of stimulant. Apparently it incites the pituitary gland to make you produce more testosterone."
Everyone stared blankly.
"Uh… testosterone…" Omi glanced at everyone, gesturing. When he still didn't get a response, he continued. "The hormone that makes you sex-crazy?"
Ken blinked. "I thought that it just made you…" he trailed off, realizing he didn't exactly know where that sentence was going. Then he snickered. "Wait.. It makes you what? That means Yohji's got a lot of it."
"Speak for yourself, pervert…"
Omi sighed. "It's dominant in men, but women also have it."
"They do?!" Both men chorused in disbelief. Even Aya turned away from his katana to stare at Omi.
"Well, it does control libido. If both sexes didn't have it, I suppose noone would be having…" Omi paused, suddenly staring at them. "This is weird. I'm the one giving you guys sex ed."
Yohji suddenly coughed, and waggled his eyebrows. "Well, Omi… If you want a different kind of… a-hem… sex ed."
Ken's eyes enlarged, "Yohji!!!"
"Y-Yohji-kun!!" Omi cried, color rising to his cheeks.
Aya scowled a bit, then returned to glaring at his katana.
"U-umm…" Omi stammered. "G-going on, it… It also uses the concept of pheromones."
When he received blank stares again, he sighed. "You guys really didn't learn any of this, did you?" he groaned silently. "In theory, pheromones are what makes you attracted to somebody. Some chemical a person gives off makes people like them, I think. I don't know exactly how the details go, but somehow, you guys are reacting to my pheromones."
There was silence.
"That sounds kind of perverted," Ken said.
Omi started rubbing at his temples, feeling a headache coming along. "In the book, you react to whoever you see first. I think that this formula tried to use the same concept, but actually, I'm assuming it's who you were in close vicinity to after you wake up. And I woke both of you up that morning after."
"Wait!" Yohji interrupted. "So, why wasn't it Aya? I was in the same room as him."
"I think Aya-kun was already outside before I woke you up."
Aya nodded his agreement, still glaring at his sword. The others wondered if perhaps he was planning to glare it out of the wall.
"Aya-kun… We are getting it out."
"Maybe we can break it?"
Aya glared at Ken. Ken gulped and shut up.
"I think I'd prefer the sword to stay there in the meantime."
The glare was turned on Yohji. He ignored it. "Hey, Omi. Now that you know how that stuff works, have you actually started making your cure?"
"Just barely. I'm supposed to make the…" Omi paused, then glanced at a clock. "Oops! I have to get back to it!" Before anyone could protest, he had already zipped out of the room.
"Heeyy!! Omiii!!" Ken yelled after him.
"Bye guys! Good luck with the sword!!"
"And the chibi bishounen abandons us," Yohji said amusedly.
Ken nodded with a sigh, plopped to the floor, and resorted to staring at the sword. Maybe with the forces of him and Aya combined, it really would come out with its own accord.
On the other hand, Yohji was staring at the sword, hoping it would stay there. Besides, if it stayed there, he'd find himself on the other end a lot less frequently.
Ken wanted the sword to come out, or at the very least turn around. He had a vision of himself sleeping-walking and accidentally impaling himself on the blade.
Yohji was wishing that the sword would dig itself deeper in. He could already see it wriggling in, like a scarab in flesh. Then he temporarily wondered where that particular metaphor came from.
Ken started to wonder that if they all stared enough, the sword would come out and start dancing.
Yohji had a sudden vision of the sword suddenly popping out of the wall, then 'standing' up, sticking out a tiny tongue and blowing raspberries at him before hurtling in his direction.
Ken imagined the sword with a tiny top hat and a cane, singing old Western songs.
Yohji realized that a sword doesn't have a tongue so it can't blow raspberries it him. Instead, it would just fly to Aya's hand, then Aya would blow raspberries at him before running and lunging.
Wait a minute, Aya blowing raspberries?… He snickered at the image.
"Hey!" Ken suddenly cried. "I got it now! Maybe, instead of pulling it out, we can just push it in deeper until it's all the way through, then sheathe it on the other side!"
There was a long silence. The other two looked away from the sword, and stared at him instead.
Ken scratched his head, "Oh wait… I could still poke my eyes out…. But at least I can't kill myself!"
Yohji groaned, then crossed his arms, an amused look on his face. "Yeah. If you died, that would be too bad, wouldn't it? You'll just give Omi another reason to cry."
It was an angry stab into Ken's chest that hurt much worse than any katana that Aya could wield. His lips curled up into a snarl, and he growled.
"Say that again, you bastard?"
Yohji looked surprised, realizing his teasing had backfired on him. He scowled. "Well, it's true isn't it? You've never looked around you carefully before, did you? You don't see when Omi cries over you."
Ken's eyes widened then sharpened in anger. "What the fuck are you talking about?!"
Yohji flipped it off like he was talking about yesterday's news. "Sa… Were you so busy chasing around whatever that looked new and exotic you didn't know what you had all along?" He turned to Ken with a smug smirk. "And now Omi's downstairs doing what he can to keep YOU off him."
Ken felt a fist clench. Yohji was driving the knife deeper, twisting it as he went on. The delight he had taken in the earlier insanities flew out the window. It replaced itself with all the regret, anger, and frustration that he had kept since that morning. The same feelings he had been trying to cover with a coat of his old cheeriness surfaced again and hit him harder than before.
He struggled to control himself, but still he shook with emotion.
"Yohji… What goes on with me 'n Omi is not your business…"
"Of course it is. It's my business because you didn't know that all along, you were hurting the chibi. God, Ken… Do you know how it felt to see him crying over you on the way home last night?"
Aya watched the two of them, his face expressionless and his eyes hard.
Ken snarled again, "Bastard. You don't think it hurts me too?? And besides, you only feel like that for Omi now because of that damned potion."
Yohji's eyes narrowed. "Shouldn't you say the same for yourself?"
Something just snapped. Before Ken knew it, he had let out a scream of rage and leapt up, his fist itching to plant itself into Yohji's face.
Unfortunately, there was a flash of red as his path was blocked.
"Get the hell out of my way, Aya!!" Ken shrieked. "I'll kill him!! I swear I'll kill him!!"
Aya shot him a warning glance. "Not in my room. Either you stop and shut the hell up, or the two of you get outside and kill each other."
Ken struggled again to regain his composure. His hands were itching for Yohji's blood, but he felt he'd get into a lot more trouble if Aya hadn't stopped him.
Still, he kind of like the thought of having Yohji's throat break in his hands.
Disgruntled, Ken plopped onto the ground and returned to glaring at the katana.
"And here I thought Aya was saving me." Yohji sighed and casually sat down on the bed. Noone was occupying it then so he figured it wouldn't hurt anyone. However, Aya noticed from the corner of his eye and glowered at him a little.
Yohji raised an eyebrow, and took the glower as a signal to stretch lazily and lie back, as if he owned the bed. Ken looked at Yohji and wondered when exactly Yohji wanted to die. If not by his own hands, by Aya's if he kept this up. Ken'll gladly help him.
Aya's eyes had narrowed. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Yohji squirmed around the bed until he was properly settled. "Making myself comfortable, thank you."
"And since when did you think you can get comfortable in MY room?"
Ken was distracting himself with the katana. They had to get it out. Somehow. That way both he and Aya can kill Yohji.
Yohji smiled. "Ever since you became comfortable with barging into my room anytime you wanted something to read. I'm sure you didn't even mind the fact that I sleep naked. Of course not. You just wanted an excuse to ogle me didn't you?" he teased.
Aya's eyes narrowed. "I told you to get the hell out."
"Naw… You said we could stay as long as we don't kill each other. Ken doesn't seem to want to anymore, see?"
"Pull something like you did earlier and I'll kill you right now…" Ken snarled.
"Besides, I didn't mind it before when you sat down on my bed looking through my books."
The scowl on the redhead's face deepened.
Yohji continued in Aya's silence. "It was quite nice company wasn't it? You'd sit down and we'd talk, and sometimes you'd even stretch across my feet and fall asleep... JUST... like... that."
There was a snicker from the floor, and what sounded like words, but Yohji dismissed the sounds. He smiled. "You'd sleep just like some cat who found a comfortable patch, and not caring even if I was naked under the covers."
A sound came from Aya's direction, sounding like a mix between a growl, a whimper and an angry sneer. Yohji smirked wider.
It took a while, but then Ken suddenly realized that he was now being ignored. Yohji paid no heed to that last nasty remark he had just made. He also hadn't reacted to the earlier comment about Yohji's death. He remembered that something similar to this happened just that morning. He was quite glad that this time he wasn't experiencing it with Yohji on his lap. Then again, if Yohji was on his lap this time, he'd be finding claws in his gut.
Yohji was definitely NOT hearing Ken, anyway. He snuggled onto Aya's bed while staring lazily at Aya glaring at him with a clenched fist. Yohji sighed, and laid there limply, as if Aya was not standing there shaking in frustration. "It wouldn't be so bad if I just at least get into this bed ONCE, ne, AYA? After all those times you've slept in mine."
Aya twitched several times, but still he kept his ground.
Ken fidgeted, suddenly feeling quite out of place. He temporarily wondered if he should go down and help Omi instead. Then he realized that if Omi was dealing with chemicals he didn't understand, he'd probably end up more trouble than help.
Aya continued to twitch uncontrollably. He was struggling with himself, but he knew it wasn't going to take much. One more word from Yohji and he was going to…
On the bed, Yohji smirked, then grabbed Aya's pillow and buried his face in it.
There was a sudden loud angry growl, and then the sound of wood snapping. Ken yelled in surprise and fear, jumping up from the floor, staring in horror and the gaping hole between this room and his own. Yohji looked up from the pillow in time to see Aya stalking menacingly toward the bed, katana in his hand, eyes almost glowing red.
Yohji eeped, and began to scramble back as Aya raised the sword above his head.
"KUDOU!! SHI-…………"
[BOOM!]
His yell was interrupted by a sudden loud explosion.
Aya's eyes widened and the katana lowered. Yohji peeped from underneath Aya's pillow to stare at everyone. Ken's scared expression turned away from the wall and to the door. It was his voice that spoke.
"Omi…"
They all looked each other, then ran downstairs. Had they been discovered? Was Schwarz attacking? Would they find the shop surrounded? Aya was still carrying the katana, Yohji preparing the wire he always kept with him. Ken didn't have time to grab his own weapon, and instead was praying in his head that Omi was alright.
When they arrived, in the shop they found nothing. Aya looked towards the other two and motioned with his fingers. He pointed to the spiral stairs that led into the basement. Yohji grimaced and Ken's heart sank. That was where Omi was.
They all crept down, prepared for an attack at any moment.
However, the sight that awaited them was not one they had expected.
The sofa had been pushed aside a little, as were the other chairs, to clear room for Omi's work. In the middle of the room was a long table covered in flasks, beakers, test tubes racks and holders, evaporating dishes, watch glasses, and two alcohol burners. An iron ring with gauze wire was over one burner, on which a beaker with clear liquid boiled pleasantly. There were also several bottles of reagents and chemicals, all labeled with scientific name and chemical formula.
As they stared in awe, they wondered how the hell Omi managed to smuggle the equipment into the basement in the first place. None of them had seen him bring them down there and just that morning the room had been clear of all of it.
Their thoughts were cut short when Ken looked to the side and let out a yell. "Omi!"
Omi himself was sprawled on the floor near the stairs, looking as if he had been knocked unconscious. His hair was in more disarray than usual and the front of his shirt was black, as was his face. A dropper lay a few inches away from one hand.
It suddenly came clear to them, what had happened.
"Omi?!"
Omi's eyes slowly opened, blinking wide blue eyes which were framed by black soot. Both Ken and Yohji were suddenly struck with utter cuteness before concern took over again.
"Omi!! Are you okay?!"
Omi blinked, then lifted his hand and showed them a clear blue liquid in a flask.
"Is… that?"
"… the antidote?"
Omi blinked a few more times, then smiled. "I call it Dian's Bud."
-----*-----
Yohji fidgeted uncomfortably. "You're gonna put the stuff in my eyes?!"
Omi sighed. "Well, for the two formulas to react and cancel each other out, I need to put it the same place the love-in-idleness was before. And then you gotta sleep."
"Why do I have to sleep?"
"Because the book said so."
Yohji stared.
Omi rolled his eyes. "Yohji-kun, what do you think of me? It's because I don't know how long it'll take for the formula to take effect, so I'm thinking it'll be best to let it sit overnight. Besides… they original formula was like that. Maybe the REM during sleep helps spread the formula or something."
"Err… Okay…" The blonde continued to stare at the blue liquid uneasily. He definitely didn't want that in his eyes. But if this was what was going to get him cured…
He sighed and laid on his back.
"That's better." Omi took the dropper he had from earlier, put some of the antidote he made into it.
Yohji cracked one eye open. "Are you sure that thing's not going to make me blind?"
"I tried it, Yohji-kun. It's safe."
It was over and done with quickly. Yohji winced at the uncomfortable feel. It was like eye medicine. Omi straightened and began packing up his things.
"Okay, I gotta go do Ken-kun now. You try to sleep soon, okay?"
After he nodded, Omi left for Ken's room. As soon as he was gone, Yohji sat up, shook his head, cleared his eyes and spotted another figure at the door.
"Uh. How long were you there?"
Aya raised an eyebrow, "I came in with Omi, baka."
Yohji fidgeted. "Are you here to kill me?"
"I'm here to make sure Omi does his job and cures you."
"So, you're not killing me?"
Aya continued the piercing look before turning and leaving. Yohji laid himself back down and groaned, almost certain that when he woke up, he was going to find a katana at his throat. Hell, he suspecting he wouldn't even have a throat anymore.
As he drifted off to sleep, it only struck him then that Aya had indirectly said he wanted Yohji cured.
-----*-----
"Really, Ken-kun. It's all right. I already put some on Yohji and he's still okay. He's asleep now, actually."
Ken still looked uncomfortable. He glanced nervously at Omi, at the flask, and at the dropper Omi held in his hand. It was a horrid notion, thinking that his best friend was about to put an unknown liquid into his eyes.
"H-how do I know it's not going to burn my eyes out?
"It's not acid, Ken-kun."
"Still!"
Omi sighed. "Ken-kun, would you rather not be cured?"
Ken didn't answer. Somehow he thought that any answer he wanted to give Omi wouldn't be taken happily. Yet, Omi seemed to understand, because his face turned a little sad.
"Ken-kun. I have to. I-if I don't…"
"… Yeah I know," Ken whispered, remembering Yohji's words from earlier. Unlike what the ass said, Ken didn't want to give Omi another reason to cry. But this was a no-win situation. Either way was going to leave Omi sad.
"… Ken-kun."
Omi watched as Ken laid down. "Do it."
He gave Ken a sad smile, before leaning over him and repeating what he had done in the other room. After, he put away the equipment and started to stand.
He paused as he felt Ken's hand on his wrist.
"… hai?"
"Omi… I… Can I… I mean… Tomorrow…" He took a deep breath. "Whatever happens, happens… okay? What I said today… I'm keeping to that, no matter what."
"…………………Good night, Ken-kun. I'll see you in the morning."
After Omi disappeared from the room, Ken turned over, staring blankly at his bedside table. Somehow, he felt he had just made Omi sad again. Yohji was right. He couldn't do anything but make Omi cry.
He closed his eyes softly, and tried to force himself to sleep, no matter how awful he felt.
He wondered if it would be true. If when they woke up in the morning, he and Yohji would be cured, and everything would go back to the way they were before. Ken somehow knew that nothing would be the same again.
Yet, all they could do now was wait and see.
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Sempai has an affinity for making scenes that get Yotan killed by his own teammates.
Dian's Bud is the name of the antidote in the book… as Amy told me long ago.
I still have about 4-5 chapters more to go, depending on how I deal with everything.
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