Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz doesn't belong to me. Neither does Childprey, it
belongs to Dir En Grey.
Warnings: shounen ai for the time being, turning yaoi soon. And it's AU well... Some people don't like AU. All the places mentioned in this fic are NOT real.
A/N: ok, this took a while to get up... well, err... enjoy! (sorry if the lists are annonying I try to reduce it.) Anyway, chapter 4 is almost done.
=======
A New Life
Chapter 3 – Baby: The Stars Shine Bright (special thanks to my beta Chelle)
========
The night was cold, exceptionally cold. And somehow, it only seemed cooler without the presence of the boy Omi had spent the whole day with. The short meeting had done more that just introduce the boys. It had cemented their relationship far more than the endless hours of talking in the chat room.
The sun had just set and the last trace of orange from the day's radiant rays of sun had disappeared over the horizon. It seemed symbolic.
Omi would not visit the chat room tonight. It always seemed empty without Nagi. Yes; Nagi. Although it was certainly inappropriate to be calling a person you've only met for a day by their given name, it came naturally to Omi. He felt that he had found his soul mate. A person he would be able to confide in. Of course he knew that whatever he told Nagi could be used against him. After all, it was not difficult to recall the numerous time he was at the end of the orange-haired telepath's devices.
But he trusted Nagi. Nagi was his friend.
Perhaps he shouldn't place that much faith on a past enemy or a person he had just met, but it just felt right. It seemed the right thing to do.
So feeling not just a wee bit dejected, Omi walked back to his studio apartment next to Shinjuku Park. Briefly he wondered if they will be facing off with Weiß again. It seemed unfair to have 4 people facing off with 3. How would his nakama cope? Wait, no... not nakama, not anymore.
Omi shook his head to clear it. Why was he letting his imagination get the better of him? It was not confirmed that Weiß have the same mission as Schwarz. And it was not confirmed that Nagi was called back for a mission either.
The walk home seemed very long, although the actual distance covered was in fact small. With each step, he felt even emptier. The shopping bags seemed heavier; it was filled with the memory of his new-found friend, Nagi.
The card-key slid home, and the door slid open with a beep that resounded loudly in the empty corridor. He turned on the lights. The place looked foreign. It did not feel the slightest bit like what he would call home.
Sighing again, "Nothing's ever easy."
He locked the door behind him, a prisoner in his own home, and made a move to put all his clothes into the closet. The now pink-brown haired boy sighed and prepared to step into the bathroom for a nice hot bath... but he realized something.
Argh!!! He had forgotten to get a towel! Was he willing to wait for the water to evaporate or sleep wet. Wait!! He didn't have a bed. 'Why do things always go wrong?' he whined to himself.
The time was 7.30pm, the furniture were due at 8pm. That would mean that he would have to wait 30 minutes before anything came, and it also meant that he had nothing to do until then. Going into #shadesofgrey was one option, but he thought it was not nearly as fun without Middy around.
As he thought of his bed, another scream echoed through the night. "I forgot to get bed sheets!!!"
20 seconds later, Omi stared at his laptop as if it were the cause of all his problems. And he decided to write a list of what he needed to buy the next morning. As he was typing the 24th item he had to get, the phone rang.
"Kiyosato-san, there's a delivery man."
"Ah yes, please send them up, and there should be a few more deliveries later. They're cleared."
So, Omi opened his door wide, waiting for the furniture to arrive. First came the bed and table, then the fridge, microwave and the other electronics he got from that shop. The last thing they'd ordered, which was the Desktop, showed up the last, and had arrived when he was busy cleaning the inside of the fridge.
When everything was finally done, and he was ready to sleep (on the bed covered with the plastic packaging), it was already 12.30am. Omi removed his contacts, placed them on the table and showered.
That night, still dripping and wet from the shower on a plastic sheet, the ex-assassin of Weiß slept. He did not know how to take care of himself properly. ========
A few hours later, the sun shone bright through the windows, casting an almost angelic glow to the boy that rested on a plastic-covered bed. The cherub figure stirred uneasily, breaking the picture of peace, and slowly revealed Cerulean blue eye, the colour of the skies that morning.
He then slowly rose into an upright position, those eyes glazed over as if not really there, in a world of his own. Probably the heaven he had left behind in his sleep.
Then he stepped into cold spray, to wake it. It always worked; the coolness of the water combined with the spring temperature certainly aroused his from his sleep.
Omi stepped out of the shower, still naked and dripping. It created Goosebumps on the pale skin. His pale skin however, still had faint scars. They were souvenirs from his brother, and from several missions. It marred the beautiful body, and erased any impression to anyone who saw it that this boy had led an easy life. There were also a few wounds that were still healing. Thank goodness he hadn't bought soap yet. The wounds would really sting. They hardly hurt with water, though.
This day, Omi planned to complete the furnishing of his place. And hopefully, in the night, if he were fortunate, to explore Shibuya. It was a place he hardly went to because of the many hours he spent either working in the Koneko or doing homework, when he wasn't on a mission.
So, still shivering slightly and cursing again that he had a bad memory, Omi pulled on a T-shirt that cited "If ya wanna Kiss me, Do it on my ass." , cursed again that he forgot underwear, and pulled on a pair of jeans. He sighed, grabbed his wallet, wore sneakers (without socks) and got out of the house, greeting the security guard a 'very good morning'
Grabbing a bun from the bakery for breakfast, Omi walked to the nearest shopping mall. He had planned what he was to get, and his priorities.
Underwear bed sheets soap, shampoo, conditioner toothpaste, toothbrush 2 towels a comb and mirror
After getting the above stuff, he brought everything back home to relieve his load and went out again for more shopping. In the second round, he went to the supermarket to stock up on some stuff
Coffee tea bread margarine peanut butter canned food and instant food some eggs fruits ( an apple a day keeps the doctor away) Other food stuffs such as veggies and meat.
After he got the food, it was fast reaching noon time. Lunch time was a much desired break... Omi wondered if he missed anything as he ate ramen. Then the food was brought home.
Omi then decided to go online just to see if Middy was there. After all, it was a Tuesday afternoon; all the good boys are off at school. Well, he could hope...
Kira enters #shadesofgrey
AR: hi kira!
Kira: AR ( ?
Purplelights: hihi
AR: ( AlligatorRulZZzz
Kira: i
AR: how was your date?
Kira: ??? date???
AR: yeah, yer had a date with Midy yesterday right? Tt's y both or u didn't appear last nite.
Kira: leave me alone... gtg
Kira leaves #shadesofgrey
Middy was offline... it meant he was either in school, or recuperating at home. But Nagi could not be hurt could he? He wouldn't even let an enemy get close. His advantage is that he is a long-range attacker and would prefer to stay far away from his opponents. Perhaps like Omi, the reason why he liked long-distanced weapons was because it kept his hands reasonably free of blood. Although the absence of blood doesn't indicate that his heart is not stained, it felt slightly better. Sometimes, Omi would wonder how Aya or Ken managed to keep sane, using such close weapons. It seemed more personal. They would actually get more than a glimpse of their target, unlike Omi. Omi just aimed, threw whatever projectiles he chose and moved away.
'Quit thinking about the past, it is the past. Thinking about it won't get you anywhere. You'd best get used to it. And of all things, thinking of missions?? Isn't that the thing you were trying to escape from? Why are you thinking about it?' Omi frowned and thought that it was right. He was plaguing himself about his own nightmares. His imagination and memories were killing him whereas he killed people... 'No, don't even go there.' He berated himself immediately after thinking it.
Then Omi thought that if he were busy, he wouldn't think too much, so he started on unpacking the various bags of things he bought that morning, fit the mattress, comforters and pillows with their respective covers. He unpacked the foods and placed them neatly in the cupboards. He packed the stuff while his laptop was blasting mp3s. His desktop still wasn't set up yet. The quality of the music would certainly be better, but wasn't important then. He put the mirror and comb in the cupboard, and planted the various bottles of scented bottles (soap, shampoo and like) into the bathroom.
Just as the pink-brown headed boy finished installing the broadband into his desktop, his stomach grumbled. Okay, he was hungry: two options. Option a: cook something. Option b: go out for lunch. He certainly could not be bothered to cook. So it meant going out, unless he was willing to lose his lunch. He did not really mind. Not really. Omi never really found the task of eating important. Perhaps that would attest to his size. He did look a lot younger than his 18 years of age.
Should he miss lunch? Just as he was thinking it, security called. ( he was beginning to find that security thingy very irritating... but it did help that he knew if anyone was coming, for example if Kritiker were to find out anything, he could go away before they went up.)
"Kiyosato-san, pizza delivery."
"But I didn't order pizza."
"The pizza man said that someone ordered it from you. Someone called Naoe. Is it okay?"
"Err... Yeah. Send it up." That was nice; Nagi bought him lunch... why though? He didn't know that boy very much.
The pizza guy didn't take very long to hand to him a pizza and a bottle of coke. Before he could ask how much, the guy walked down the corridor. Nagi paid for him then.
As Omi carried the Pizza to the kitchenette, his desktop sounded. He just received an e-mail from... Nagi.
'Dear Kaoru, have you received my pizza? I ordered it for you. Do you like Pepperoni? And sorry about last night, I shouldn't have left so suddenly. Please meet at Daemon Carter tonight at 9pm. I'll be waiting.'
At the bottom of the page was a cute little animation of a navy- coloured puppy next to a Chocolate-brown coloured one. The Navy puppy was licking the other puppy's nose. Omi blushed. It seemed to Omi that Nagi was flirting... was he?
The Daemon Carter was a club about a 30 minutes drive from his place. It was a club for 18-years-olds and above. Why would Nagi meet him there? He wouldn't be able to enter unless... Nagi faked an IC, which he probably did. Omi had done it before.
Muttering about Schwarz and faked ICs, he shuffled to the kitchenette and started on his pizza, putting the remnants into the refrigerator. Then he put in his contacts, which took a horribly long time too. When they were finally in, Omi gave a sigh of relief. Glaring at his reflection in the mirror, Omi must admit, the pink-brown hair went well with those contacts. However, pink was no colour for a male! He was absolutely adamant about dying his hair another colour. But it would stay pink for now.
The pink-haired boy then changed his clothes, wearing the leather pants Nagi bought for him, boots, and a black singlet. After grabbing the new jacket, Omi left the house. He needed a motorbike.
He took a taxi to the place where he bought his Moped and this time got a really cool bike. He would modify it later, in the sides of the Motorbike was printed 'Shinigami' in kanji. It was 6.30pm when they have gotten the forms and money settled. With that, Omi sped out of the district with a brand new bike.
He rode to Seaside Mall, which was 15 minutes away from Daemon Carter and walked around. He knew his attire was rather mismatched and he wanted to look good. Who doesn't? He got a black trench coat, much like the one Aya wore in missions, and a cell phone. C'mon, nobody in Tokyo is complete without a cell phone. It looked pretty cool too!
30 minutes before his meeting with Nagi, Omi hopped onto his Shinigami and was then wearing a black leather trench coat. The papers bags were carefully folded and squashed into the tiny compartment at the side of Shinigami.
Daemon Carter was not such a popular place that it was very crowded and people queued to get in, but it was never empty, even in the early evening of 8.45pm, it was already rather populated. Omi knew that he was attracting quite a few stares from the people there, but he didn't care. The pink-haired projectile expert ordered a white wine and sat down at the counter. He always preferred the 'classier' drinks offered at these places, and if there was one type of alcohol he could not bear tasting, it would be beer. The taste always stuck distastefully on his tongue, it was bitter.
As he sipped his glass, he listened intently to the music,, breaking it down into the various components: Vocals, Guitars, Bass and Drums. He loved the way how 4 different instruments in a rock band could combine to form such beautiful music. That song, Childprey was a little loud, perhaps not just a little, for he did not hear the Schwarz telekinetic approach him from behind.
"Hihi, Kaoru, ya came after all! I was thinking that you wouldn't turn up." Omi smiled and raised his wine glass. Nagi giggled and ordered a glass of Vodka. He raised it with Omi in a gesture of friendship. They laughed and down their drinks and moved to the dance floor as the music changed to techno.
Two boys: one barely older enough to be there, and the other, underage. They gyrated to the music, the younger one shaking his hips seductively and managed to slide an arm around the other's waist. The older boy then blushed coyly, the younger boy was flirting. Although the contact wasn't exactly uncomfortable, he was not a touchy feely type of person by nature. The blood rushed to his face. 'Why is Nagi doing this?'
Nagi certainly wasn't drunk. They did not drink much. The experience of being assassins taught them a valuable lesson that while getting plastered was fine, there are dangers lurking about. Besides, Omi still had to drive.
1 hour later, the duo walked out of the Daemon Carter.
"Ne, Nagi, the dancing and drinking was fun, but is that the only reason you asked me out?" he was pretty hot and bothered, the trench coat was folded neatly in his arm, and Nagi had removed his jacket too.
Nagi did not reply, but asked Omi for a lift home. He leant his head on Omi back, whispering "Baby, the stars shine bright. And you are my star." ==========
Warnings: shounen ai for the time being, turning yaoi soon. And it's AU well... Some people don't like AU. All the places mentioned in this fic are NOT real.
A/N: ok, this took a while to get up... well, err... enjoy! (sorry if the lists are annonying I try to reduce it.) Anyway, chapter 4 is almost done.
=======
A New Life
Chapter 3 – Baby: The Stars Shine Bright (special thanks to my beta Chelle)
========
The night was cold, exceptionally cold. And somehow, it only seemed cooler without the presence of the boy Omi had spent the whole day with. The short meeting had done more that just introduce the boys. It had cemented their relationship far more than the endless hours of talking in the chat room.
The sun had just set and the last trace of orange from the day's radiant rays of sun had disappeared over the horizon. It seemed symbolic.
Omi would not visit the chat room tonight. It always seemed empty without Nagi. Yes; Nagi. Although it was certainly inappropriate to be calling a person you've only met for a day by their given name, it came naturally to Omi. He felt that he had found his soul mate. A person he would be able to confide in. Of course he knew that whatever he told Nagi could be used against him. After all, it was not difficult to recall the numerous time he was at the end of the orange-haired telepath's devices.
But he trusted Nagi. Nagi was his friend.
Perhaps he shouldn't place that much faith on a past enemy or a person he had just met, but it just felt right. It seemed the right thing to do.
So feeling not just a wee bit dejected, Omi walked back to his studio apartment next to Shinjuku Park. Briefly he wondered if they will be facing off with Weiß again. It seemed unfair to have 4 people facing off with 3. How would his nakama cope? Wait, no... not nakama, not anymore.
Omi shook his head to clear it. Why was he letting his imagination get the better of him? It was not confirmed that Weiß have the same mission as Schwarz. And it was not confirmed that Nagi was called back for a mission either.
The walk home seemed very long, although the actual distance covered was in fact small. With each step, he felt even emptier. The shopping bags seemed heavier; it was filled with the memory of his new-found friend, Nagi.
The card-key slid home, and the door slid open with a beep that resounded loudly in the empty corridor. He turned on the lights. The place looked foreign. It did not feel the slightest bit like what he would call home.
Sighing again, "Nothing's ever easy."
He locked the door behind him, a prisoner in his own home, and made a move to put all his clothes into the closet. The now pink-brown haired boy sighed and prepared to step into the bathroom for a nice hot bath... but he realized something.
Argh!!! He had forgotten to get a towel! Was he willing to wait for the water to evaporate or sleep wet. Wait!! He didn't have a bed. 'Why do things always go wrong?' he whined to himself.
The time was 7.30pm, the furniture were due at 8pm. That would mean that he would have to wait 30 minutes before anything came, and it also meant that he had nothing to do until then. Going into #shadesofgrey was one option, but he thought it was not nearly as fun without Middy around.
As he thought of his bed, another scream echoed through the night. "I forgot to get bed sheets!!!"
20 seconds later, Omi stared at his laptop as if it were the cause of all his problems. And he decided to write a list of what he needed to buy the next morning. As he was typing the 24th item he had to get, the phone rang.
"Kiyosato-san, there's a delivery man."
"Ah yes, please send them up, and there should be a few more deliveries later. They're cleared."
So, Omi opened his door wide, waiting for the furniture to arrive. First came the bed and table, then the fridge, microwave and the other electronics he got from that shop. The last thing they'd ordered, which was the Desktop, showed up the last, and had arrived when he was busy cleaning the inside of the fridge.
When everything was finally done, and he was ready to sleep (on the bed covered with the plastic packaging), it was already 12.30am. Omi removed his contacts, placed them on the table and showered.
That night, still dripping and wet from the shower on a plastic sheet, the ex-assassin of Weiß slept. He did not know how to take care of himself properly. ========
A few hours later, the sun shone bright through the windows, casting an almost angelic glow to the boy that rested on a plastic-covered bed. The cherub figure stirred uneasily, breaking the picture of peace, and slowly revealed Cerulean blue eye, the colour of the skies that morning.
He then slowly rose into an upright position, those eyes glazed over as if not really there, in a world of his own. Probably the heaven he had left behind in his sleep.
Then he stepped into cold spray, to wake it. It always worked; the coolness of the water combined with the spring temperature certainly aroused his from his sleep.
Omi stepped out of the shower, still naked and dripping. It created Goosebumps on the pale skin. His pale skin however, still had faint scars. They were souvenirs from his brother, and from several missions. It marred the beautiful body, and erased any impression to anyone who saw it that this boy had led an easy life. There were also a few wounds that were still healing. Thank goodness he hadn't bought soap yet. The wounds would really sting. They hardly hurt with water, though.
This day, Omi planned to complete the furnishing of his place. And hopefully, in the night, if he were fortunate, to explore Shibuya. It was a place he hardly went to because of the many hours he spent either working in the Koneko or doing homework, when he wasn't on a mission.
So, still shivering slightly and cursing again that he had a bad memory, Omi pulled on a T-shirt that cited "If ya wanna Kiss me, Do it on my ass." , cursed again that he forgot underwear, and pulled on a pair of jeans. He sighed, grabbed his wallet, wore sneakers (without socks) and got out of the house, greeting the security guard a 'very good morning'
Grabbing a bun from the bakery for breakfast, Omi walked to the nearest shopping mall. He had planned what he was to get, and his priorities.
Underwear bed sheets soap, shampoo, conditioner toothpaste, toothbrush 2 towels a comb and mirror
After getting the above stuff, he brought everything back home to relieve his load and went out again for more shopping. In the second round, he went to the supermarket to stock up on some stuff
Coffee tea bread margarine peanut butter canned food and instant food some eggs fruits ( an apple a day keeps the doctor away) Other food stuffs such as veggies and meat.
After he got the food, it was fast reaching noon time. Lunch time was a much desired break... Omi wondered if he missed anything as he ate ramen. Then the food was brought home.
Omi then decided to go online just to see if Middy was there. After all, it was a Tuesday afternoon; all the good boys are off at school. Well, he could hope...
Kira enters #shadesofgrey
AR: hi kira!
Kira: AR ( ?
Purplelights: hihi
AR: ( AlligatorRulZZzz
Kira: i
AR: how was your date?
Kira: ??? date???
AR: yeah, yer had a date with Midy yesterday right? Tt's y both or u didn't appear last nite.
Kira: leave me alone... gtg
Kira leaves #shadesofgrey
Middy was offline... it meant he was either in school, or recuperating at home. But Nagi could not be hurt could he? He wouldn't even let an enemy get close. His advantage is that he is a long-range attacker and would prefer to stay far away from his opponents. Perhaps like Omi, the reason why he liked long-distanced weapons was because it kept his hands reasonably free of blood. Although the absence of blood doesn't indicate that his heart is not stained, it felt slightly better. Sometimes, Omi would wonder how Aya or Ken managed to keep sane, using such close weapons. It seemed more personal. They would actually get more than a glimpse of their target, unlike Omi. Omi just aimed, threw whatever projectiles he chose and moved away.
'Quit thinking about the past, it is the past. Thinking about it won't get you anywhere. You'd best get used to it. And of all things, thinking of missions?? Isn't that the thing you were trying to escape from? Why are you thinking about it?' Omi frowned and thought that it was right. He was plaguing himself about his own nightmares. His imagination and memories were killing him whereas he killed people... 'No, don't even go there.' He berated himself immediately after thinking it.
Then Omi thought that if he were busy, he wouldn't think too much, so he started on unpacking the various bags of things he bought that morning, fit the mattress, comforters and pillows with their respective covers. He unpacked the foods and placed them neatly in the cupboards. He packed the stuff while his laptop was blasting mp3s. His desktop still wasn't set up yet. The quality of the music would certainly be better, but wasn't important then. He put the mirror and comb in the cupboard, and planted the various bottles of scented bottles (soap, shampoo and like) into the bathroom.
Just as the pink-brown headed boy finished installing the broadband into his desktop, his stomach grumbled. Okay, he was hungry: two options. Option a: cook something. Option b: go out for lunch. He certainly could not be bothered to cook. So it meant going out, unless he was willing to lose his lunch. He did not really mind. Not really. Omi never really found the task of eating important. Perhaps that would attest to his size. He did look a lot younger than his 18 years of age.
Should he miss lunch? Just as he was thinking it, security called. ( he was beginning to find that security thingy very irritating... but it did help that he knew if anyone was coming, for example if Kritiker were to find out anything, he could go away before they went up.)
"Kiyosato-san, pizza delivery."
"But I didn't order pizza."
"The pizza man said that someone ordered it from you. Someone called Naoe. Is it okay?"
"Err... Yeah. Send it up." That was nice; Nagi bought him lunch... why though? He didn't know that boy very much.
The pizza guy didn't take very long to hand to him a pizza and a bottle of coke. Before he could ask how much, the guy walked down the corridor. Nagi paid for him then.
As Omi carried the Pizza to the kitchenette, his desktop sounded. He just received an e-mail from... Nagi.
'Dear Kaoru, have you received my pizza? I ordered it for you. Do you like Pepperoni? And sorry about last night, I shouldn't have left so suddenly. Please meet at Daemon Carter tonight at 9pm. I'll be waiting.'
At the bottom of the page was a cute little animation of a navy- coloured puppy next to a Chocolate-brown coloured one. The Navy puppy was licking the other puppy's nose. Omi blushed. It seemed to Omi that Nagi was flirting... was he?
The Daemon Carter was a club about a 30 minutes drive from his place. It was a club for 18-years-olds and above. Why would Nagi meet him there? He wouldn't be able to enter unless... Nagi faked an IC, which he probably did. Omi had done it before.
Muttering about Schwarz and faked ICs, he shuffled to the kitchenette and started on his pizza, putting the remnants into the refrigerator. Then he put in his contacts, which took a horribly long time too. When they were finally in, Omi gave a sigh of relief. Glaring at his reflection in the mirror, Omi must admit, the pink-brown hair went well with those contacts. However, pink was no colour for a male! He was absolutely adamant about dying his hair another colour. But it would stay pink for now.
The pink-haired boy then changed his clothes, wearing the leather pants Nagi bought for him, boots, and a black singlet. After grabbing the new jacket, Omi left the house. He needed a motorbike.
He took a taxi to the place where he bought his Moped and this time got a really cool bike. He would modify it later, in the sides of the Motorbike was printed 'Shinigami' in kanji. It was 6.30pm when they have gotten the forms and money settled. With that, Omi sped out of the district with a brand new bike.
He rode to Seaside Mall, which was 15 minutes away from Daemon Carter and walked around. He knew his attire was rather mismatched and he wanted to look good. Who doesn't? He got a black trench coat, much like the one Aya wore in missions, and a cell phone. C'mon, nobody in Tokyo is complete without a cell phone. It looked pretty cool too!
30 minutes before his meeting with Nagi, Omi hopped onto his Shinigami and was then wearing a black leather trench coat. The papers bags were carefully folded and squashed into the tiny compartment at the side of Shinigami.
Daemon Carter was not such a popular place that it was very crowded and people queued to get in, but it was never empty, even in the early evening of 8.45pm, it was already rather populated. Omi knew that he was attracting quite a few stares from the people there, but he didn't care. The pink-haired projectile expert ordered a white wine and sat down at the counter. He always preferred the 'classier' drinks offered at these places, and if there was one type of alcohol he could not bear tasting, it would be beer. The taste always stuck distastefully on his tongue, it was bitter.
As he sipped his glass, he listened intently to the music,, breaking it down into the various components: Vocals, Guitars, Bass and Drums. He loved the way how 4 different instruments in a rock band could combine to form such beautiful music. That song, Childprey was a little loud, perhaps not just a little, for he did not hear the Schwarz telekinetic approach him from behind.
"Hihi, Kaoru, ya came after all! I was thinking that you wouldn't turn up." Omi smiled and raised his wine glass. Nagi giggled and ordered a glass of Vodka. He raised it with Omi in a gesture of friendship. They laughed and down their drinks and moved to the dance floor as the music changed to techno.
Two boys: one barely older enough to be there, and the other, underage. They gyrated to the music, the younger one shaking his hips seductively and managed to slide an arm around the other's waist. The older boy then blushed coyly, the younger boy was flirting. Although the contact wasn't exactly uncomfortable, he was not a touchy feely type of person by nature. The blood rushed to his face. 'Why is Nagi doing this?'
Nagi certainly wasn't drunk. They did not drink much. The experience of being assassins taught them a valuable lesson that while getting plastered was fine, there are dangers lurking about. Besides, Omi still had to drive.
1 hour later, the duo walked out of the Daemon Carter.
"Ne, Nagi, the dancing and drinking was fun, but is that the only reason you asked me out?" he was pretty hot and bothered, the trench coat was folded neatly in his arm, and Nagi had removed his jacket too.
Nagi did not reply, but asked Omi for a lift home. He leant his head on Omi back, whispering "Baby, the stars shine bright. And you are my star." ==========