Patched Up Love

Chapter four

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Ken walked into Omi's apartment. "So, how've you been?" he asked nervously as Omi started to get the tea ready.

"I'm fine," Omi said. "Do you mind if I put on some music?"

"No."

Omi pushed play on the boom box on the counter as he walked back into the living room, "Tea should ready soon."

The music that came out of the speakers was odd, the lyrics had some English in it but Ken couldn't understand the rest of it. "What are we listening too?"

"2raumwohnung*," Omi answered, "They're a German group. I like it, though I don't understand it." He flopped down on the couch. "So, how are you?"

"I'm good." Ken said sitting in a recliner, feeling awkward. Looking around he saw something move in the shadows. He watched it from the corner of his eye and when it moved again he sprung from the chair and onto Omi. "Keep down!"

Omi's eyes widened and he blushed as he felt Ken's body press onto his, glad Ken had his eyes tightly shut so he didn't see the blush. After a moment of this a small squeak was heard. Both boys looked over to see a small imp holding a broken light bulb and looking at them with interest. It was cute in an evil way.

"What's that?"

"Oh that's just one of the demons my landlord controls. We have a whole horde of 'em in the basement."

". . . Demons?"

"Yeah, Crawford, my landlord, is the son of Satan. And I say this in all seriousness. Crawford turns Yoji into a ball of fluff on regular biases, I've been turned into a werecat before, that was fun, and he would have left me as one until he realized I was having too much fun."

 "I see." Ken looked down at him and blushed, "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

The demon squeaked again and left.

Ken smiled sheepishly, "I guess I should get off."

"If you want to, I don't mind."

Both blushed some more but neither made a move, just continued to stare at one another. Ken felt himself lean forward onto Omi, who was leaning upwards towards him. Ken's hand found Omi's and they intertwined together as their lips met.

The kettle Omi put on was whistling as they slowly, reluctantly, pulled apart and gazed at each other with half lidded eyes. Then, just as suddenly as the moment started, it ended. Ken's eyes snapped back to focus and he leapt off the couch. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean-! I'm sorry!"

Omi sat up and hugged his knees, "It's ok," he said softly, "Just forget about it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't-" Ken continued on.

"Just SHUT UP!" Omi shouted shutting Ken up, "Just leave please," he added softly, "I didn't mean for it to happen."

"I'll . . . I'll see you later then."

"No you won't," Omi whispered so quietly he wasn't sure Ken heard it or not. He didn't move until he heard the door close. Getting up he turned off the music, turned off the stove, and dumped the hot water down the drain. "Life sucks."

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The next mourning Ken could be found staring at the ceiling as he lay on the floor of his dorm. "Guess I really messed this one up hah?"

Ken sighed, "Why am I even getting upset about it? I mean I don't love him or anything . . ." he trailed off as those words sunk into him. First he found comfort in them, he was straight, he didn't have to worry about some gay boy's love life, they could be friends but . . .

The next emotion Ken felt was guilt. He led the boy on without knowing it. How could have not noticed that Omi loved him before? Why did it have to be when they pulled away from the kiss while Omi's large, cerulean eyes gazing up at him full of love, desire and hope? How could have been so blind?

Then Ken felt doubt. He didn't know why, but was he sure of what he said? "I'm not in love with him," and as he said it he felt his stomach drop. "Oh SHIT!"

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A week had passed and Omi hadn't seen or heard from Ken, or anyone else for that matter. After Ken had left he had thrown himself into his work. He had the rough draft of the first novel ready to be submitted for review and had also finished the second. In it he had created a new character, a boy named Sora, who was in love with his main character, a ninja boy named Takeru, who was in love with a girl from his past named Suki but hadn't seen her in fifteen years. Sora was Omi; heartbroken, in love with someone he could never have. Omi almost felt ashamed for creating him, but liked the rest of his character so didn't scrap any thing.

"Tsukiyono-san," Omi snapped back to reality at the sound of his name.

"Hai Sasane-san?"

The woman behind the desk put down the first two rough drafts and looked at him, "First I must say I like what you have so far, the art work is sharp and clean, and very nice, and your storyline is one of the better ones that have come through lately. There are some things that need to be edited before it can be published, as probably expected."

Omi nodded.

"Good. When I started reading the first novel I was thinking 'why is he submitting this to a girl's manga anthology?' then we got to the part about Suki, I do like how Takeru's not in love with the lead female, but that's just a pet peeve of mine, and that part can go both in shoujo and shounen. Then Sora came along." She looked over her glasses at him, "I like him, don't get me wrong, he's cute and all but I was wondering if we could fix him up a little before we start publishing."

"Start publishing?"

Sasane smiled, "Yes, I like you're story and your style, and as I said before you have beautiful artwork, and a little shounen ai is never a bad thing. Now I was thinking you could introduce Sora a little earlier . . ."

Omi beamed and the two of them started talking animatedly about how to make his manga better. Things were starting to look up again.

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I haven't updated in awhile and I feel kinda bad. Anyway it's 1:14 in the morning, I just got home from a date with my boyfriend so kinda in a strange mood right now. Anyways . . .  please review. And those of you who also read Wahl I promise to work on that.

* They're a real German group. I like them, their fun to work out to.