Disclaimer: weiß kreuz is property of Takehito Koyasu and Weiß project. It
does NOT by any stretch of the imagination belong to me unless their
willing to share ;) Spirit Dreams Inside by L'Arcenciel is theirs... do
listen to their music, it's great ;)
Warnings: none. Other than it's AU and doesn't follow Gluhen... err... shounen ai present as well, hint for now... err... maybe not that slight
A/N: sigh... exams and over, but my toes and various other appendages are beginning to drop off from boredom.. And also I'm quite certain it's going to turn yaoi in a few chapters. shudders nevermind
Also, I have never been to Tokyo sorry if some geographical stuff do not tally.
Any effects which SHOULD be present are not present. I'm trying to do SOMETHING about it. But pls hang on for the time being. Gomen ''
This chapter is dedicated to MissyIrene as I remember her from my old fic, Omi's Gift, she reviewed often. However, that fic has been abandoned as I do not enjoy reading it.
=========== A New Life
Chapter 2: House-Warming... - Dedicated to MissyIrene ( ============
Young Omi had purchased the small apartment in Shinjuku. The perfect teenage hangout. Surely another teenager would not be spotted in this mass of people in the place.
The cab ride wasn't long and he reached his apartment quickly, but the few minutes it took were amplified into hours as those incorrigible butterflies in his stomach would not stop fluttering about. It made him queasy.
Soon after, Omi reached the not-so-rundown yet not-so-well-off house. The building was 8 stories, occupied the 3rd floor and was a tiny studio apartment. It was not furnished yet. But the general feel of the place had been right. The aura of the city, the little of what he had seen of his neighbors, and the authentic feel of tatami mats under his feet and sliding doors. It gave a feeling of traditional Japan.
Omi slid his card-key into the door and it unlocked. He took the first step into a new world, a new home. Broadband service had already been installed. God knows what kind of allergic reaction he would get from using a 56k modem. Not, that would not do, he needed at least 516kbps.Former Bombay of Weiß was hopelessly addicted to quick internet access. Feeling the familiar urge to boot his computer, he plugged it into the cable and boot it, walking around his new home as it did its magic.
The small kitchenette had built in cupboards, but lack appliances that were sure to dot the place after he had settled in. The bedroom only had enough space for a bed and the built in closet. The window in the bedroom looked out into the park. Omi sighed. The absolute innocence the children at the park displayed.
Socked feet thumped softly against the tatami mats as he dropped into a splayed position on the floor and logged in to #shadesofgrey.
Kira has entered #shades of grey
Middy: Hi Kira!
Purplelights: Hello (
Kira: hihi ppl. huggles Middy
Phillips: blushes on behalf of Middy
Middy: -- what the???
Kira: rolls eyes
Phillips: I'm just doing you 2 a favour, I mean like, this courtship ritual has gone on long enough. You need ACTION
Purplelights: rolls eyes
purplelights huggles Phillips albeit sarcastically
Middy: how can a huggle be sarcastic???
Kira:
Y did you do that?
Purplelights: Just b'cuz I huggle you does it mean that we're a couple?
Middy:
Kira: gd one!
Phillips turns purple
Purplelights: see! We are even beginning to look like each other.
Kira: sweatdrops
Middy: Kira is moving house right?
Kira: Yeah, going out to get food soon y?
Middy: uh...
Phillips: he wants to help out winks
Kira: really?
Purplelights: dear, you flirting, I don't like that. chides Phillips
Kira sweatdrops
Middy sweatdrops
Philips turns blue
Purplelights: dear, tt colour doesn't suit you, change back purple.
Midy: I dun wanna watch
Kira sends Middy Map01.jpg
Middy what is tt?
Kira: Map to my place.
Middy: you mean it? chibi-eyed
Kira: Duh, how long will it take to get here?
Middy: hmmn... abt 20 mins
Kira: alright, I'll be waiting #03-01
Middy Quits #shadesofgrey
Phillips: so you 2 finally gonna hav some ACTION
Kira: --
Purplelights: ignore him.
Kira: uh, alright.
Phillips: so Middy's going to Kira's place.
AlligatorrulZZzz enters #shadesofgrey
Phillips: whistles
AlligatorRulZZzz: what?
Phillips: Kira and Middy are going to have some ACTION
Kira: --
Kira quits #shadesofgrey
He certainly didn't need those 2 swooning over him over some ACTION, and Middy was going over! It was something to look forward to. Inviting a friend, let alone a strange was a serious No No when he was in Weiß. This was one more freedom he had gained. Now, friends of KIYOSATO KAORU could visit. Now, he had nothing to hide other than his past.
Omi had to leave people behind. Not necessarily forget them, but break off relations. He could choose to wallow in loneliness, or be a social butterfly. His old friends knew Tsukiyono Omi. Now, Omi is dead, their friend is dead. That short lit of the people he could actually call friends only extended to select few. The other members of Weiß were that. Actually, they were more than friends, they were family. Having spent more than 1/3 of his life with them under the same roof, it was difficult to leave them behind.
Fujimiya Ran. He took his sister's name when she had been in coma. His real name was Ran. Code name: Abyssinian. Image flower: Rose. Said sister was now happily studying in Kyoto. Although his sister awoke from her comatose state, the people had tried really hard to start calling him Ran instead of Aya, but to no avail. He had grown to become the Aya-kun that the rest of Weiß had loved. Despite what many fangirls of the Koneko think, the words in his vocabulary did not just include 'hn' and 'get out of the shop if you're not buying anything'. In fact, Ran could have a rather colorful words coming out of his mouth in some situations. Those words always seemed oddly appropriate. Ran always spoke sufficient. What little or much he spoke were to-the-point, succinct, and conveyed his intentions very well. He rarely spoke not one word more or less than required.
Yohji Kudou was an ex-private-investigator. His skills and observations often proved to be very useful to Weiß at one point or another. The Playboy seemed to spend as much time in a hotel room or disco as he spent in the Koneko. And the supply of Cattlya seemed to deplete the fastest amongst the flowers at he Koneko, it seemed to Omi that he liked to give his dates those flowers. And the smoke! Mustn't forget the smoke now. The scent of Cigarette smoke seemed to follow the man around, and Omi was sure that the smoky blackness of the tar had become intertwined with his lungs and his aura.
Hidaka Ken, the resident soccer fan. The man was unnaturally clumsy. Sometimes Omi wondered if he did that on purpose. Especially when Bombay knew that the Siberian he saw on mission were anything but clumsy. Ken body moved with finesse and had control over the muscles. His elegance in movement could have made Yohji or Aya jealous. But ken-kun had a kind nature. If not for his excellent skill with his bagnuks, one would think that such a kind-hearted would not hurt a fly. Ken hardly did anything in vice or malice. The assassinations were necessary. Siberian was a kind soccer coach as well as a ruthless killer.
Omi missed his teammates, they were nakama. A pang of nostalgia went through him as he thought of how they would worry for him. Would they think that Schwarz had gotten hold of him?
Then the phone rang. It was security.
"Kiyosato-san, you have a visitor?"
"Yeah, let him through"
Omi sat on the tatami, facing his laptop as the small piece of human wonder sang Spirit Dreams Inside by L'Arcenciel. He waited patiently for Middy to arrive. Strangely though, he felt nervous. But, he had never been nervous meeting new people. Why was this meeting making those irritating butterflies become more active?
He did no have to wait long though, for the door bell sounded twice. Omi thought about an article he read. People to usually wait for a bell or alarm to sound were usually serious people. It was weird, but it was interesting. Well, time to see if that theory is right.
Omi jumped out from his cross-legged sitting position and rushed to open the door.
As soon as he caught sight of the neatly pressed uniform and Midnight eyes, he moved back in reflex.
"Schwarz!" Omi exclaimed
"Weiß!" the boy who looked exactly like the Schwarz telekinetic uttered. Masaka! Could it BE the Schwarz telekinetic? Omi shock out of his self-induced daze first.
"You're Middy?" the question jolted the boy into answering.
"And I assume you're Kira?"
The two questions hung unanswered as realization came about.
"Uh... Middy, is that what I'll call you?"
"No, I guess it's okay if you know my name, Weiß," it did not affect anything after all. It was strictly personal. "my name is Naoe Nagi, Please to meet you on good terms today."
"Ah, hi Naoe, I'm not Weiß anymore. Tsukiyono Omi of Weiß is dead, he no longer exists. My name is Kiyosato Kaoru." Although every time they met in the past, it was for a mission, and Omi inevitably came out with a few broken bones, he knew Nagi. Didn't he?
Nagi frowned. That was something new. He should have known about it sooner. There must be some kind of loophole in his database. Have to check it out when he got home, assuming that they did not have a mission.
"Uh... yeah, so please don't associate me with weiß anymore, now it is part of the past I'm trying to forget. Thank you. And if you don't mind, I'd like to go grocery shopping. You mentioned that you wanted to help right?" Omi knew that he was babbling, but Nagi made him feel things he had never felt before. It unsettled him.
"Wait, there are more pressing matters." A hint of a mischievous grin broke through the usually serious place, and Omi felt a shiver run down his spine, a corner of his mouth twitched. Nagi was now acting more like the person he chat with regularly in the chat room.
"You LOOK like Bombay. The truth is, the moment they catch sight of you, they'll KNOW that it's you. There is no question." Nagi looked pleased. He looked too pleased. In front of Nagi, Omi mouth continued twitching. He SOOOO. did not like how this is going.
"I propose that you change your image." It was the final death blow. Omi slipped into a full-fledged epilepsy fit.... NOT. Nagi chose to ignore Omi but dragged him out of the house. Omi was protesting all the way down. Nagi waved at the security guard on the way out beaming like it would never rain again.
The walked along the streets until Nagi went into a halting stop in front of a hair salon. Omi was still protesting that it was unjust and that he loved his hair.
"But I want to change the colour and style, you don't mind do you? Dear, it's your house-warming gift." Omi's protests died midway between his brain and mouth, and the young computer hacker turned a beet red. He was quiet but kept his eyes closed through the encounter.
Nagi whispered to the hairdresser before he started with cutting Omi's hair that had grown out quite a bit as it had been a while since his previous hair cut.
At the end of 1 hour and 15 minutes, he opened his eyes reluctantly to face the mirror. He was stunned. The person that gaped into front of him was NOT Omi. His hair had been made even more unruly and was now a pink- brown colour. At the side, Nagi grinned lazily. He was utterly horrified! That colour did NOT go well with his cerulean colour eyes. Omi glared that Nagi as the latter went to pay. Then he ruffled his hair, it felt the same, just... different.
"Hmmn... those eyes are lovely..." he trailed off staring deep into the cerulean eyes of Kaoru. "But they don't go with the new hair-do."
"And whose fault is that?" Omi quickly retorted. Another smile came into the younger boy's face. This smile was sinister. The pink-brown hair- do victim's heart tingled with apprehension.
"Well... I guess you'll just have to change the colour of your eyes as well." Omi looked horrified.
"I don't wear contacts." He muttered stiffly. At the corner of his mind he realized that Nagi was behaving more like him than he is.
"Well, this is my house-warming gift too. It's rude to refuse gifts." The Schwarz telekinetic said, paused, and dragged him 1 block away.
Nagi whispered to the optician has they gathered a few boxes of contacts and one of them taught Omi how to wear that stuff. It took quite a while to get over the shock of having a think film of plastic in his eyes, but when the duo left the optician's, Omi sported a pair of chocolate brown colour eyes.
It was then 4.30pm, and they haven't bought a single grain of rice.
"Are we ever going to get the food, and I need furniture. You've seen how my house is... I need furniture." Omi whined as they bought ice-cream at the ice-cream parlor.
"We'll get it after this ice-cream. And I'll help you." Omi nodded.
"Get the furniture first, it's more logical. You can always ask them to deliver it home, grocery, you have to get it up yourself." Suggested Nagi. Omi also had the same thing in mind.
Then all of a sudden, Nagi used a piece of tissue to wipe the corner of Omi's mouth.
"Ne, Kaoru, you should be neater, you can't even eat properly" Omi froze... was Nagi flirting with him? The boy's face was close to Omi's, pale face nearly translucent in the evening sun. And since when were they on a first names basis?
Nagi's pouty lips turned upwards in a smile. Then those hands grabbed Omi's unexpectedly. Omi didn't really mind, not after being dragged by Nagi for the whole afternoon. He knew that they probably attracted many funny looks on the way to the nearby mall, but he was beyond caring.
The first stop was Best Denki, they got a coffee table. Omi insisted on getting 'traditional' furniture to fit the décor of the place. So they were to sit on cushions on the floor. Nagi thought that comfort was preferable to décor, but whatever. It was Omi's house. Then they bought a mattress, queen sized. Although Omi would have preferred bigger, His tiny apartment just did not give him the luxury of a big bed. He also got 2 pillow and a nice warm comforter.
A microwave oven, an electric kettle, a coffee maker and a refrigerator was bought with a few utensils like
As they passed by the computers section, Omi paused. A desktop caught his eye. It wasn't as good as the computer back at Koneko, of course, the old computer had been modified. This computer had the base to a prospective Power Machine. It was sufficient. And the price was reasonable. The design looked great. So Omi bought it.
Then they went to the clothes section of the mall. Nagi insisted that he buy for Omi a pair of black leather pants that attracted the young telekinetic.
3 T-shirts, 2 singlets, 1 pair of jean, 3 pairs of shorts, a jacket, 1 pair of boots and 1 pair of sneaker later, both of them were pretty weighed down by the paper bags. Omi sighed.
"I'm not going to be able carry groceries on top of all these stuff, guess I'll be getting grocery tomorrow morning. Let's go for dinner." Omi didn't sound upset in the slightest bit. In fact in his mind, he was scheming.
The moment Nagi gave his consent, Omi grabbed his hand and pulled him into Mc Donald's they had dinner at the while chatting about computer stuff and their online personalities as compared to their real-life personality.
After dinner, Nagi escorted Omi home. As they were walking in Shibuya Park, Nagi's cell phone rang. Omi could tell it was a mission of sorts, or else, it was something of importance, as the Schwarz telekinetic's demeanor changed very quickly.
"Sorry I have to go. Happy meeting you, hope to meet up sometime again." Then he disappeared mysteriously into the night. Omi shivered. He wondered if it were the cold or something else...
========== A/N: this one's not very much longer either... but it's definitely longer than the previous chapter... not bad, considering that I only took 2 days to do this. And guys, I need a beta. I seriously need a beta. Anyone willing to volunteer? Ya get to be the first ones to read the future chapters ( think of it k?
Warnings: none. Other than it's AU and doesn't follow Gluhen... err... shounen ai present as well, hint for now... err... maybe not that slight
A/N: sigh... exams and over, but my toes and various other appendages are beginning to drop off from boredom.. And also I'm quite certain it's going to turn yaoi in a few chapters. shudders nevermind
Also, I have never been to Tokyo sorry if some geographical stuff do not tally.
Any effects which SHOULD be present are not present. I'm trying to do SOMETHING about it. But pls hang on for the time being. Gomen ''
This chapter is dedicated to MissyIrene as I remember her from my old fic, Omi's Gift, she reviewed often. However, that fic has been abandoned as I do not enjoy reading it.
=========== A New Life
Chapter 2: House-Warming... - Dedicated to MissyIrene ( ============
Young Omi had purchased the small apartment in Shinjuku. The perfect teenage hangout. Surely another teenager would not be spotted in this mass of people in the place.
The cab ride wasn't long and he reached his apartment quickly, but the few minutes it took were amplified into hours as those incorrigible butterflies in his stomach would not stop fluttering about. It made him queasy.
Soon after, Omi reached the not-so-rundown yet not-so-well-off house. The building was 8 stories, occupied the 3rd floor and was a tiny studio apartment. It was not furnished yet. But the general feel of the place had been right. The aura of the city, the little of what he had seen of his neighbors, and the authentic feel of tatami mats under his feet and sliding doors. It gave a feeling of traditional Japan.
Omi slid his card-key into the door and it unlocked. He took the first step into a new world, a new home. Broadband service had already been installed. God knows what kind of allergic reaction he would get from using a 56k modem. Not, that would not do, he needed at least 516kbps.Former Bombay of Weiß was hopelessly addicted to quick internet access. Feeling the familiar urge to boot his computer, he plugged it into the cable and boot it, walking around his new home as it did its magic.
The small kitchenette had built in cupboards, but lack appliances that were sure to dot the place after he had settled in. The bedroom only had enough space for a bed and the built in closet. The window in the bedroom looked out into the park. Omi sighed. The absolute innocence the children at the park displayed.
Socked feet thumped softly against the tatami mats as he dropped into a splayed position on the floor and logged in to #shadesofgrey.
Kira has entered #shades of grey
Middy: Hi Kira!
Purplelights: Hello (
Kira: hihi ppl. huggles Middy
Phillips: blushes on behalf of Middy
Middy: -- what the???
Kira: rolls eyes
Phillips: I'm just doing you 2 a favour, I mean like, this courtship ritual has gone on long enough. You need ACTION
Purplelights: rolls eyes
purplelights huggles Phillips albeit sarcastically
Middy: how can a huggle be sarcastic???
Kira:
Y did you do that?
Purplelights: Just b'cuz I huggle you does it mean that we're a couple?
Middy:
Kira: gd one!
Phillips turns purple
Purplelights: see! We are even beginning to look like each other.
Kira: sweatdrops
Middy: Kira is moving house right?
Kira: Yeah, going out to get food soon y?
Middy: uh...
Phillips: he wants to help out winks
Kira: really?
Purplelights: dear, you flirting, I don't like that. chides Phillips
Kira sweatdrops
Middy sweatdrops
Philips turns blue
Purplelights: dear, tt colour doesn't suit you, change back purple.
Midy: I dun wanna watch
Kira sends Middy Map01.jpg
Middy what is tt?
Kira: Map to my place.
Middy: you mean it? chibi-eyed
Kira: Duh, how long will it take to get here?
Middy: hmmn... abt 20 mins
Kira: alright, I'll be waiting #03-01
Middy Quits #shadesofgrey
Phillips: so you 2 finally gonna hav some ACTION
Kira: --
Purplelights: ignore him.
Kira: uh, alright.
Phillips: so Middy's going to Kira's place.
AlligatorrulZZzz enters #shadesofgrey
Phillips: whistles
AlligatorRulZZzz: what?
Phillips: Kira and Middy are going to have some ACTION
Kira: --
Kira quits #shadesofgrey
He certainly didn't need those 2 swooning over him over some ACTION, and Middy was going over! It was something to look forward to. Inviting a friend, let alone a strange was a serious No No when he was in Weiß. This was one more freedom he had gained. Now, friends of KIYOSATO KAORU could visit. Now, he had nothing to hide other than his past.
Omi had to leave people behind. Not necessarily forget them, but break off relations. He could choose to wallow in loneliness, or be a social butterfly. His old friends knew Tsukiyono Omi. Now, Omi is dead, their friend is dead. That short lit of the people he could actually call friends only extended to select few. The other members of Weiß were that. Actually, they were more than friends, they were family. Having spent more than 1/3 of his life with them under the same roof, it was difficult to leave them behind.
Fujimiya Ran. He took his sister's name when she had been in coma. His real name was Ran. Code name: Abyssinian. Image flower: Rose. Said sister was now happily studying in Kyoto. Although his sister awoke from her comatose state, the people had tried really hard to start calling him Ran instead of Aya, but to no avail. He had grown to become the Aya-kun that the rest of Weiß had loved. Despite what many fangirls of the Koneko think, the words in his vocabulary did not just include 'hn' and 'get out of the shop if you're not buying anything'. In fact, Ran could have a rather colorful words coming out of his mouth in some situations. Those words always seemed oddly appropriate. Ran always spoke sufficient. What little or much he spoke were to-the-point, succinct, and conveyed his intentions very well. He rarely spoke not one word more or less than required.
Yohji Kudou was an ex-private-investigator. His skills and observations often proved to be very useful to Weiß at one point or another. The Playboy seemed to spend as much time in a hotel room or disco as he spent in the Koneko. And the supply of Cattlya seemed to deplete the fastest amongst the flowers at he Koneko, it seemed to Omi that he liked to give his dates those flowers. And the smoke! Mustn't forget the smoke now. The scent of Cigarette smoke seemed to follow the man around, and Omi was sure that the smoky blackness of the tar had become intertwined with his lungs and his aura.
Hidaka Ken, the resident soccer fan. The man was unnaturally clumsy. Sometimes Omi wondered if he did that on purpose. Especially when Bombay knew that the Siberian he saw on mission were anything but clumsy. Ken body moved with finesse and had control over the muscles. His elegance in movement could have made Yohji or Aya jealous. But ken-kun had a kind nature. If not for his excellent skill with his bagnuks, one would think that such a kind-hearted would not hurt a fly. Ken hardly did anything in vice or malice. The assassinations were necessary. Siberian was a kind soccer coach as well as a ruthless killer.
Omi missed his teammates, they were nakama. A pang of nostalgia went through him as he thought of how they would worry for him. Would they think that Schwarz had gotten hold of him?
Then the phone rang. It was security.
"Kiyosato-san, you have a visitor?"
"Yeah, let him through"
Omi sat on the tatami, facing his laptop as the small piece of human wonder sang Spirit Dreams Inside by L'Arcenciel. He waited patiently for Middy to arrive. Strangely though, he felt nervous. But, he had never been nervous meeting new people. Why was this meeting making those irritating butterflies become more active?
He did no have to wait long though, for the door bell sounded twice. Omi thought about an article he read. People to usually wait for a bell or alarm to sound were usually serious people. It was weird, but it was interesting. Well, time to see if that theory is right.
Omi jumped out from his cross-legged sitting position and rushed to open the door.
As soon as he caught sight of the neatly pressed uniform and Midnight eyes, he moved back in reflex.
"Schwarz!" Omi exclaimed
"Weiß!" the boy who looked exactly like the Schwarz telekinetic uttered. Masaka! Could it BE the Schwarz telekinetic? Omi shock out of his self-induced daze first.
"You're Middy?" the question jolted the boy into answering.
"And I assume you're Kira?"
The two questions hung unanswered as realization came about.
"Uh... Middy, is that what I'll call you?"
"No, I guess it's okay if you know my name, Weiß," it did not affect anything after all. It was strictly personal. "my name is Naoe Nagi, Please to meet you on good terms today."
"Ah, hi Naoe, I'm not Weiß anymore. Tsukiyono Omi of Weiß is dead, he no longer exists. My name is Kiyosato Kaoru." Although every time they met in the past, it was for a mission, and Omi inevitably came out with a few broken bones, he knew Nagi. Didn't he?
Nagi frowned. That was something new. He should have known about it sooner. There must be some kind of loophole in his database. Have to check it out when he got home, assuming that they did not have a mission.
"Uh... yeah, so please don't associate me with weiß anymore, now it is part of the past I'm trying to forget. Thank you. And if you don't mind, I'd like to go grocery shopping. You mentioned that you wanted to help right?" Omi knew that he was babbling, but Nagi made him feel things he had never felt before. It unsettled him.
"Wait, there are more pressing matters." A hint of a mischievous grin broke through the usually serious place, and Omi felt a shiver run down his spine, a corner of his mouth twitched. Nagi was now acting more like the person he chat with regularly in the chat room.
"You LOOK like Bombay. The truth is, the moment they catch sight of you, they'll KNOW that it's you. There is no question." Nagi looked pleased. He looked too pleased. In front of Nagi, Omi mouth continued twitching. He SOOOO. did not like how this is going.
"I propose that you change your image." It was the final death blow. Omi slipped into a full-fledged epilepsy fit.... NOT. Nagi chose to ignore Omi but dragged him out of the house. Omi was protesting all the way down. Nagi waved at the security guard on the way out beaming like it would never rain again.
The walked along the streets until Nagi went into a halting stop in front of a hair salon. Omi was still protesting that it was unjust and that he loved his hair.
"But I want to change the colour and style, you don't mind do you? Dear, it's your house-warming gift." Omi's protests died midway between his brain and mouth, and the young computer hacker turned a beet red. He was quiet but kept his eyes closed through the encounter.
Nagi whispered to the hairdresser before he started with cutting Omi's hair that had grown out quite a bit as it had been a while since his previous hair cut.
At the end of 1 hour and 15 minutes, he opened his eyes reluctantly to face the mirror. He was stunned. The person that gaped into front of him was NOT Omi. His hair had been made even more unruly and was now a pink- brown colour. At the side, Nagi grinned lazily. He was utterly horrified! That colour did NOT go well with his cerulean colour eyes. Omi glared that Nagi as the latter went to pay. Then he ruffled his hair, it felt the same, just... different.
"Hmmn... those eyes are lovely..." he trailed off staring deep into the cerulean eyes of Kaoru. "But they don't go with the new hair-do."
"And whose fault is that?" Omi quickly retorted. Another smile came into the younger boy's face. This smile was sinister. The pink-brown hair- do victim's heart tingled with apprehension.
"Well... I guess you'll just have to change the colour of your eyes as well." Omi looked horrified.
"I don't wear contacts." He muttered stiffly. At the corner of his mind he realized that Nagi was behaving more like him than he is.
"Well, this is my house-warming gift too. It's rude to refuse gifts." The Schwarz telekinetic said, paused, and dragged him 1 block away.
Nagi whispered to the optician has they gathered a few boxes of contacts and one of them taught Omi how to wear that stuff. It took quite a while to get over the shock of having a think film of plastic in his eyes, but when the duo left the optician's, Omi sported a pair of chocolate brown colour eyes.
It was then 4.30pm, and they haven't bought a single grain of rice.
"Are we ever going to get the food, and I need furniture. You've seen how my house is... I need furniture." Omi whined as they bought ice-cream at the ice-cream parlor.
"We'll get it after this ice-cream. And I'll help you." Omi nodded.
"Get the furniture first, it's more logical. You can always ask them to deliver it home, grocery, you have to get it up yourself." Suggested Nagi. Omi also had the same thing in mind.
Then all of a sudden, Nagi used a piece of tissue to wipe the corner of Omi's mouth.
"Ne, Kaoru, you should be neater, you can't even eat properly" Omi froze... was Nagi flirting with him? The boy's face was close to Omi's, pale face nearly translucent in the evening sun. And since when were they on a first names basis?
Nagi's pouty lips turned upwards in a smile. Then those hands grabbed Omi's unexpectedly. Omi didn't really mind, not after being dragged by Nagi for the whole afternoon. He knew that they probably attracted many funny looks on the way to the nearby mall, but he was beyond caring.
The first stop was Best Denki, they got a coffee table. Omi insisted on getting 'traditional' furniture to fit the décor of the place. So they were to sit on cushions on the floor. Nagi thought that comfort was preferable to décor, but whatever. It was Omi's house. Then they bought a mattress, queen sized. Although Omi would have preferred bigger, His tiny apartment just did not give him the luxury of a big bed. He also got 2 pillow and a nice warm comforter.
A microwave oven, an electric kettle, a coffee maker and a refrigerator was bought with a few utensils like
As they passed by the computers section, Omi paused. A desktop caught his eye. It wasn't as good as the computer back at Koneko, of course, the old computer had been modified. This computer had the base to a prospective Power Machine. It was sufficient. And the price was reasonable. The design looked great. So Omi bought it.
Then they went to the clothes section of the mall. Nagi insisted that he buy for Omi a pair of black leather pants that attracted the young telekinetic.
3 T-shirts, 2 singlets, 1 pair of jean, 3 pairs of shorts, a jacket, 1 pair of boots and 1 pair of sneaker later, both of them were pretty weighed down by the paper bags. Omi sighed.
"I'm not going to be able carry groceries on top of all these stuff, guess I'll be getting grocery tomorrow morning. Let's go for dinner." Omi didn't sound upset in the slightest bit. In fact in his mind, he was scheming.
The moment Nagi gave his consent, Omi grabbed his hand and pulled him into Mc Donald's they had dinner at the while chatting about computer stuff and their online personalities as compared to their real-life personality.
After dinner, Nagi escorted Omi home. As they were walking in Shibuya Park, Nagi's cell phone rang. Omi could tell it was a mission of sorts, or else, it was something of importance, as the Schwarz telekinetic's demeanor changed very quickly.
"Sorry I have to go. Happy meeting you, hope to meet up sometime again." Then he disappeared mysteriously into the night. Omi shivered. He wondered if it were the cold or something else...
========== A/N: this one's not very much longer either... but it's definitely longer than the previous chapter... not bad, considering that I only took 2 days to do this. And guys, I need a beta. I seriously need a beta. Anyone willing to volunteer? Ya get to be the first ones to read the future chapters ( think of it k?