Patched Up Love

Chapter 3

Assassins make the World go Round

Notes: Yay, more reviews. And I just got DSL, and gods is it AWSOME *dances around happily* no more stupid school sever blocking me from cool sites because they are 'adult'! *Ahem* Anyways, Chrysoprase, this fic will be a KxO fic, and the only Yuriko's going to be for Ken is an ex-girlfriend/best friend type person. Oh and please note; I like Yoji, really, so this isn't bashing.

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Yoji glared at his reflection in the mirror. After an hour of brushing, washing and whatever else he could do to make it stop looking like a white boy fro it had only flattened slightly. To make matters worse Omi was glaring and sending bad vibes at him.

"Yoji-san, would you please go to your own apartment and do that?"

"Sorry, but I haven't paid my hot water bill. . ."

"So you're going to use all my hot water?" Omi's voice had taken a slight edge, "Yoji, rent here is almost dirt cheep, and house service is free."

"It's infested with demons."

"That's why it's cheap and the demon's are house service. Yoji-san just go to back to your apartment, I need the water to cook and shower you know."

"How come you were so polite when we were going out and now you're a right little bitch?" Yoji snapped at him.

"Because you're a cheating bastard that's why, now get out before I get Ran-kun to get you out."

The two of them glared at each other for a moment then Yoji softened, "Come on Chibi, we had a good thing going, why'd we end it anyways?"

"Asuka, that's why. I don't know what she sees in you personally, she's too good for you," Omi all but snarled at him, "Now get out."

Yoji shrugged and left. After the door closed Omi let out a sigh, "Damn it." He walked into his living room, picked up Mamoru off the couch, and flopped down onto it holding the cat close to him. He let his thoughts wonder and they fell onto the argument he had just had with his ex. More accurately on what Yoji said ". . . we had a good thing going, why'd we end it anyways?"  He was right they did have a good relationship, at least he thought. Yoji had charmed the pants off of him when he moved into the building after he graduated from high school. He was big on romance, candles, roses, silk, and while the handcuffs hadn't been romantic, they were fun. I still have those, Omi thought with a small smile then shook his head.

"Meow?"

"Yes Mamoru, are you hungry?" He scratched the back of the cat's neck and was rewarded by a soft purring. "OK, let's get you something. You can have the canned tuna I got you."

Juri walked in as Omi was throwing the tuna can into the trash. "So how was Yoji?"

"Fine, he's still a jerk, spent an hour using my hot water. Anyways what's up?"

Juri sighed, "You know he's not that bad, of, yes he did . . ."

"Can we not talk about it Juri?"

"Alright,"

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Ken yawned as he stretched his calves. "It's a little chilly this mourning," he said to himself as he finished stretching. He stared jogging at a moderate pace.

"KEN!" Yuriko called from her motorcycle, "Where the hell were you?"

Ken stopped in his tracks and stared wide-eyed at the girl as she pulled up in front of him. "Yuriko you're on the sidewalk," he said meekly, Yuriko was famous, or rather infamous, for her temper.

"I don't care! Get on now!"

Ken nodded and got on the bike and was just putting on her extra helmet when she took of, "Hey!"

"Shut up, this is part one of Operation get Omi a boyfriend!"

And off they sped into the rising sun.

A few hours later they were to be found sitting in a mall food court.

"Who are we waiting for again?" Ken asked.

"This guy who we're going to interview so he can interview Omi so then he can go interview guys for Omi."

"Isn't that a tad bit complicated?"

"No!" Yuriko said happily, "This is how it's done in real life!"

And off they went to the mall.

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Ken was bored. Currently he was staring out into space while sipping a shake while Yuriko explained the situation to the red head across from them.

She makes it sound like it's the end of the world, Ken thought. Why did I get her involved anyways? Oh yeah, she might've known some gays.

"So do you think you can help us Schuldig?" She gave the red head a pleading look.

"Of course," the foreigner said with a smile. "I do this kinda stuff for a living you know."

"Good, so you'll have information for us by next Monday and we'll go from there." Yuriko stood up, "Thank you for your time. Let's go Ken."

"What? Oh right."

They walked out of the food court and Yuriko proceeded to drag Ken into the nearest clothing store.

"So what did you think of him?" she asked as she held up a blue dress to inspect it, "This would be nice for the winter dance, not formal but not casual either," she said to herself.

"I wasn't really paying that much attention," Ken said as she handed him the dress and took him further into the store.

"I figured. Oh Paris underwear," she held up a flame-pattern thong that caused Ken to go wide eyed, "I like this." She handed them to Ken, who looked horror struck, "What, you look at online pictures of women in stuff like this, why can't you hold it?"

"Look but don't touch?" Ken offered.

"No good enough," Yuriko picked another pair, this blue with scales and gave it to him too. "So from what you paid attention to what did you think of my professional stalker?"

"You hired a stalker?!" Ken shouted causing several people to turn their heads. "You said you got a professional interviewer!"

"I lied," Yuriko said causally, "Besides Omi won't know he's being stalked for statistics. I mean Schuldig is the best. According to my roommate anyways, she said her brother used him to take out someone before."

"He's a hit man too?!"

"Well, you get a lot of them these days. And he's good too, you know the politician that was offed last year, the American one, was killed before the presidential election, and no one knew who did it? That was Schuldig."

Ken dumped the clothes into her arms and sprinted to the parking lot.  Hot wired Yuriko's bike and sped of to Omi's apartment complex.

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"So that's it!" Aya shouted happily. Ran and Omi looked over her.

"What's it?" Omi asked setting down the bowl he was cleaning and walked over to Aya's and Ran's computer.

"Well, it's been bugging me that you were on Ken's list when the site where you put your bio on flitters out gender first then goes on the rest of the info, so I looked up your bio and it turns out . . ." she moved the cursor to the gender spot, "You marked your self as female!"

Omi stared, and stared, and stared some more. "But what about my . . ."

"You must have put that you were a woman seeking a man."

Omi felt himself go red, "Oh dear lord."

Aya looked at him, "Do you want to lie on the couch?"

"No, I think I'll go home. Thanks for dinner."

He walked up to his apartment in a daze. He didn't notice yelling until he was in front of his door.

"OMI! Open up it's an emergency!"

"Ken?"

Ken looked at him then the door and then back at him. "Omi! A professional hit man has been hired to stalk you!"

"What?"

"A professional hit man has been hired to stalk you! He's name is Schuldig and he's-"

"Tall?"

"Yes."

"With long, red hair?"

"Yes."

"Blue eyes that look like they can go straight through you?"

"Yes!"

"And wears sunglasses?"

"Yes! . . . How do you know all this?"

Omi pointed to the apartment across from him. "He lives here." He giggled a little at the look of shock on Ken's face. "Why don't you come inside, I'll make you a cup of tea."

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And that's chapter three. Sorry 'bout the long wait, things have been busy (ACT, SAT, and the like). Anyways R&R please.