As Yet Untitled
By Craw/Brad
Summary: This story takes place about a year after the end of the series. Omi and Aya had a fight and Omi left. Weiss broke up, but what happens now that Yohji is in trouble?
Disclaimer: I no own, you no sue, we all happy!
Chapter 5 ~ That day
~(Daren's/Omi's old room)~
Omi knocked on the door, feeling foolish for doing so. "Come in!" came a voice from inside. Omi opened the door and was amazed at how little the room had changed. The only real change was the computer on the desk. It was the one that had been in the basement instead of the little laptop that Omi had kept there. The blonde man was propped up on the bed with pillows, reading Chobits. "What?" he asked lazily.
"I need to use the computer." Omi said flatly.
"Fine. I'll boot it up for you." the other replied.
"Don't bother." Omi said as if talking to a three year old. He walked over and started powering up the machine.
"But you don't know the passwords!" the man on the bed complained as Omi sat down in the desk chair.
"Did you change them?" Omi asked eying the screen.
"Well no, but I heard that the guy that programmed it , fixed it so it would crash if it had the wrong passwords. And I don't know how to fix it. So if it crashes, you have to tell Ty."
"Oh My God! You are computer illiterate! How could they let you share a room with my baby?" Omi yelled as he flew through all of the passwords that he had put in place. He had only just gotten on the net, when an IM screen flew up. It was from Catfish@E Assassins.net
Catfish: Bombay! Nice to see that you have rejoined us!
Bombay: Great to be back! I need a favor.
Catfish: Anything, just name it.
~(Mission Room Twenty Minutes Later.)~
"I called in a favor, and got this. It is a layout of the building where Yohji is being held." Omi said to the room full of assassins. He then handed the printout to Aya. "By calling in another, I got the schedule of this man." he said as he put a picture of a rather ugly man on the table. "He is responsible for the deaths of more than fifteen people, and Yohji's capture." He handed a schedule to Ken. "The primary target of tonight's mission is saving Yohji. The secondary target is this man." he finished, pointing to the picture on the table. His face was long and skinny, and his eyes looked dead.
"According to my informants, he will be at the warehouse tonight. This is when we will make our hit." He said looking from Aya to Ken.
"Um, Omi?" Ken asked.
"Yeah?"
"Not to undermine your authority, which I don't understand, but respect just the same, but, when did you grow up to be you?" Ken asked, half afraid of the answer that he would get.
"When I had to." he said flatly.
"Hn!" Aya said, obviously miffed.
"What?" Omi snapped, turning to glare at him coldly.
"And when was that? This magical time when you had to? God knows it wasn't when you were an assassin." Aya said with an equally cold glare.
"No, it wasn't until I found out that the only person I had left, was having an affair!" Omi said flatly, looking away from Aya.
"Oh! So running away was the grownup thing to do?" Aya asked.
"Guys!" Ken said warningly. "This is not the time or place!"
"You are right, Kenken." Omi said, "This should be as dead as any childhood that I ever had." Then he turned to leave,
"We leave at 8:15." and with that he was gone.
~(In the Flower Shop)~
"Omi-kun!" yelled five teenage girls as he entered the shop. He was suddenly surrounded by all the fan girls, AKA everyone in the shop but John. All of which demanded to know where he had been.
"I moved. I am only visiting." he said with the Large Grin Of Ultra Happy-ness (TM). About ten girls gave cries of dismay. Then there was a choir of girls asking him to pick out flowers for them. "OK, OK!" He yelled over them. "One at a time, Please." And so it went. All day he picked out flowers for the girls and they asked him questions and told him how great he looked. Well, he was happy that someone appreciated all of the effort that he had put into the outfit.
Around six, Ken came to close up shop. He stooped to talk to Scott, who was manning the cash register first. "How did we do today?" he asked.
"Well, we are out of freesia, orchids, gentians, and running low on roses." He replied in a voice of awe. "How can he do that?"
"I told you, he is the best at what he does." Ken answered with a smile, before yelling "Closing time! Make your perches and leave!"
A few fan girls gave him evil glares before abandoning Omi to pay for the flowers that he had picked for them. "Wow!" Omi said with a large smile as the last girl left and he pulled down the gate. "I forgot how much fun that is!"
"Fun? Fun! Hahaha!" Scott laughed hysterically as he went up the stairs to the apartment.
Omi and Ken followed at a distance. They knew better than most, that it wasn't safe to get to close to a crazy person. "Kenken?" Omi asked.
"Yes?" Ken answered to hated nickname. For some reason, it didn't bother him so much if it was Omi that called him by it.
"Do you mind if I use your bed?"
"Um......" Ken said while trying his best not to blush. "Sure."
"Thanks!" Omi said with a smile as he walked down the hall toward Ken's room. Then he remembered that he hadn't changed since he got home from class yesterday, so he asked "Kenken? Do you have anything that I could wear?"
"Um, I think that I might." Ken answered. Omi had grown in the last year, but he still wasn't Ken's size.
They got to Ken's room and Omi sat on the bed trying not to stare at Ken's ass as he started going through his closet, looking for something that might fit Omi. Finally, he made a triumphant little noise as he pulled out a t-shirt that was about Omi's size. "Haha! Take that!" He said proudly before he actually looked at the top. It was pink.
"Oh." he said disappointed. It seemed that the best his closet had to offer, was this t-shirt and a old pair of shorts. "I am afraid that this is the best I have. Sorry. " He said as he offered them to Omi.
Omi leapt up and took the offering with a big smile. "Thank you, Kenken!" He cheered as he threw his arms around Ken. He then scampered off to take a shower.
After he got out, he found that, to his surprise, the outfit didn't look too bad. He could pass as a straight guy with bad taste! He then proceeded to fall asleep as soon as his head touched Ken's pillow. Faintly smiling at the smell of the other boy.
~TBC~
Author's Notes: Sorry I didn't get this up sooner, my computer got hit by a virus and was down so I couldn't post. Many thanks to my beta Cleo. ~Brad