As Yet Untitled

By Craw/Brad



Disclaimer: I am just a little sad high school student that has no money because her parents won't let her get a job... :starts to cry: Please don't sue me!



Author's note: To all that have reviewed, I must give my most sincere thanks. Every time I get a review it brightens my day. :smile: I am always overjoyed to get any input. Now on with the fic!



Chapter Two ~ Assassin



"Aya..." Omi felt overwhelming sorrow start to show through his ever present Large Grin of Ultra Happiness (TM). He was about to cry out in despair when he saw the hopeful look on Kate's face. This was her night and he was not about to ruin it for her, goddamn it! "Oh, I love this song!" he stated as the first few notes of a song that sounded just like the one that had ended, started up. He than ran to the dance floor and let out a cry of anger once he was out of earshot.

~some time later, on the dance floor~

Omi let himself get lost in the morbid tones, let the heat of the bodies surrounding him put him into a sweet daze of uncaring. Then he felt it again, some one was watching him. Though this wouldn't have normally bothered him, one question keep interrupting his dazed state. Who?

Was it Aya? Or maybe some woman that thought he was hot? Or was it possibly some one that had more than half a chance with him? He had no idea, and after thinking about it, he decided that he didn't care. they could all just go to hell and leave him alone. Aya, the women, even the men, they could all just go to hell!

Only after this revulsion did he notice someone had entered his bubble. (A/N: This is a very scientific term for personal space.) "Hum?" He asked as he turned around to face the intruder. He had dark brown eyes that were kind of small for his head. This man's hair was dark, straight and chin length. Then they began to dance, and everything else seemed to fade away. Aya didn't matter, all of the people in the room going to hell didn't matter, not even Kate's big night mattered. It was all this beautiful stranger.

~half an hour later~

Omi was having the time of his life. The one small problem was that he was getting dehydrated. "I have to get some water." Omi said to his beautiful stranger.

"OK. I'll come with you!" was the reply that Omi received. It was the first time that the other man had said accusal words. This man of his dreams had a voice that was soft and musical, like a lullaby.

They made their way to the bar and ordered some drinks. After receiving the drinks, they set a course to find an open table. Silently agreeing to get to know each other.

"So, what is your name?" Omi asked

"John." the other occupant of the table replied. "What's yours?"

"My name is Omi. It is nice to meet you John!" Omi answered with a smile.

"The pleasure is all mine." John was obviously very happy with the way the conversation was going.

"So, what do you do?" Omi asked John.

"I am an assassin." John replied smoothly.

"Really?" Omi asked in a disbelieving voice. Hoping that he was kidding.

"To be honest, I am a florist."

"Oh." Omi couldn't help the sound of disappointment.

"Yeah, but I don't want you to think I am gay because of what I do. You know all florist are not gay. I'm gay, but it is because of who I do." John said with a smile. Omi couldn't help but laugh. That was just so- corny! "So, Omi, what do you do?"

"Me? I am a student at the collage."

"Are you serious? I haven't ever known a co-ed."

"Would you like to?" Omi said in a low voice.

"Oh? Is that an off...(beep beep)... That must be me. Sorry." With that he pulled out a cell phone and held it up so that he could see what it said. (think text message) "Oh shit. They told me I had the night off." He mumbled under his breath. "I am really sorry Omi. Something has come up and I have to bail." He had put away the beeper, but not before Omi had seen that in the window it read 'MISSION'.

"It is OK. I'll give you a ride." Omi said with a smile. His mind was going a mile a minute. "You work at the Kitty right?"

"Yeah.... How did you know?"

"I have my ways." Said Omi. This was so~ not his day.

~In front of Kitty in the House~

"I'll pull around back." Omi said dryly as he drove his KIA into the parking lot behind the shop. He pulled up right beside the stairs that led to the apartment. "I'll call you some time." he said in a voice that held no sincerity.

"No you woun't." John said in a flat voice. "Ever since we left the bar, you have been cold towards me. Why?"

"I use to work here. I was in love. I can't do it again." Omi said with a sigh,

"Oh..." John said, obviously not knowing what to say to that. Not even really knowing what to think.

A shape appeared at the top of the stairs. The person must have seen Omi through the open door as John got out, because there was suddenly a familiar voice calling, "OMI!!"

~TBC~

OK! That was chapter two, what did you think? Be honest. I don't have a gun, so do tell me. Tell Me! Tell Me! Tell Me! I Want To Know Too! :suddenly feels like a five year old: ~Brad