Time of Your Life

by EdenEight

ch24:White Hunters of the Dark!UP!The final chapter has come, watch as it all comes together&the boys find out whether or not they're really ready.All loose ends tied&biggest question is answered-Why is Omi there?.This fic is guaranteed to make you smile.

13. I Am Feeling Suicidal Again

Chapter 13

I Am Feeling Suicidal Again

DivineAngel

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Two Years Later

"Oohhh look at this!" Yohji grinned wiggling his eyebrows as he held the oven door for Omi whom pulled out the cake. "Looks like it's someone's birthday!" Yohji laughed and Aya made a face immediately, all of his still muscles than gave the slightest jerk as though he might make a move and get up from the dinner table so he grabbed him. "Ooohh Is it yours Aya?" Yohji continued wiggling his eyebrows a little more to Aya's disgust as Omi put the cake down on the table with a bright smile.

"Happy birthday Aya." He said grinning to the red head who seemed tense having them all smiling and watching him. Aya looked down at the white cake and nineteen candles, and made a face at the scribbled writing which covered the top.

"You could have just put one candle on." Aya finally stated.

"Oh shut up Aya!" Yohji yelled sitting down and grabbing a plate. "Blow out the damn candles so I can eat your stupid cake already." Aya smiled with the tease.

"Make a wish Aya-kun!" Omi smiled at the red head whom brightened a bit before glancing across the table to Mr. Brine who was grinning as well but said nothing. Aya inhaled for a moment before quickly blowing out the candles and remaining silent.

"Finally!" Yohji barked shoving the cake cutter at him and grabbing a fork. "Omi's been watching me all day! I didn't even get to taste the frosting!"

"Nobody wants your fingers in the cake Yohji-kun." Omi scolded sending the blonde the threatening squint the boy had worn all day when topic of -Aya's cake- arose. Aya slid him the cake so he could cut it and he slowly started dividing equal pieces.

"Give me the first piece!" Yohji slammed his fork down on the side of his dish with his yell and grin, and he sighed.

"Aya-kun gets the first piece Yohji-kun it's *His!* birthday." Omi squint, and he sighed again.

"Which piece do you want Aya?" He turned to the red head and Aya looked at all the pieces with scribbled good wishes, and shady phrases they had frosted on. Finally he selected a random one after being unable to choose. He cut the piece and slid it past Yohji right to Aya on purpose. Yohji was watching, tense and verge of saying something as Aya only smiled a bit before forking up a piece and eating it with a slow -Mmmm- that made Yohji grit his teeth.

"Ken!" Yohji turned to him with a bark. "Cut my piece already!"

"Sweet tooth Yohji-kun?" Omi giggled at the blonde whom watched him slowly shift a piece onto a plate. The cake was hardly on there when Yohji yanked it away and began shoveling it into his mouth. "Hahah." Omi laughed before turning to Aya. "Like it Aya-kun?"

Aya nodded chewing while he served a piece to Mr. Brine before himself and Omi. "Who made it?" Aya asked while chewing.

"We all did." He grinned down to his cake as Yohji continued eating like he hadn't eaten in days. "Well, except Mr. Brine." He added.

"You all made it?" Aya grunt as he forked up another piece.

"Yup." Omi smiled pouring himself some milk. Yohji snatched the glass, and Omi only sighed and poured himself another cup before one for him and Aya as they both reached for it. "Mr. Brine was there though."

"Yeah." He grunt, glancing at Yohji who shot him a -shut up look- "Laying down the law, huh Yohji?"

"Shut up Ken." Yohji snorted continuing his feast before frowning at Omi's wide smile that sat across the table with full cheeks. They were both remotely pleased that Yohji (whom had continually teased them while they tried to bake the cake, and went about pretending to dropping things, and even as far as to surprise them and laugh when they almost dropped things) dropped a cup and took seven for it.

"Mm Ken-kun that reminds me." He turned to Omi who pointed at him with his fork. "Your soccer coach called today."

He lit up immediately. "What did he want?" Omi shrugged.

"Nothing. Just said to call him back." He smiled watching Omi eat another bite of cake before looking up with a kind smile. "Your team must really believe your important to continue calling." Omi stated and the boy's smile told him he should feel good, and he did.

"They're like parole officers." Aya grunt rolling his eyes.

"Hey!" Yohji snapped teasingly. "Little KenKen is in the J-league now Aya. And when your in the J-league everyone thinks they have a right to butt into your business right Ken?"

"Well-" He began

"-And besides!" Yohji interrupt. "If I were ever in jail, and I had to have…you know the last meal." the blonde paused for a moment and licked the frosting off his fork. "I would just get the biggest, fanciest cake you have ever seen. And eat till I puked."

He was quiet for a moment before choking a laugh with Aya. Omi sat across the table, fork in mid air before muttering a "What?" with the sudden topic change that had *nothing* to do with them, or soccer. "Why would you be in jail Yohji-kun?" Omi asked but Yohji only shrugged and continued eating.

"That's not important Omittchi." Yohji chewed. "What *is* important is that my last meal would be a cake so grand, you'd all wish you were on death row too."

He turned to Yohji with the remark, Aya and Omi were both looking at the blonde with straight dumb-founded expressions.

"Wish we were on death row?" Aya repeated while making a face which read -ass.-

"Hahah! That's so retarded!" He started laughing immediately and Aya cracked a smile turning back to the cake.

Omi snorted a "Sure is." and resumed eating as well

"This is a good cake Boys." The all nodded, eating away with Mr. Brine's comment. "Your definitely better cooks than you used to be."

"It's a box recipe sir." Omi smiled pausing for a cup of milk.

"Still." Mr. Brine smiled. "Hidaka used to burn the box stuff." He sighed, dropping his fork a bit before eating. No one was going to let him live that down were they. It wasn't him, it was the faulty oven they used to have. The thing was lop-sided it was just asking for trouble. They couldn't blame him for the fire. "Are you boys all planned out for the day?" Mr. Brine asked and they all nodded.

Things had changed dramatically over the last year they had been there. They were now operating on what they liked to call -free-will.- Or as close to it as they would probably ever get with Mr. Brine around. They now got up at seven, ran every other day. They got to choose which days they ran, which shifts they worked in the store. Which days they got to cook dinner, what they wore to bed and during the day. They all still had to work out for at least an hour a day, and still had three hours of studies, but that was drastically less than what used to be. Though, the flower shop seemed to take up more time. They all had their hobbies back, and set them in stone the best they could so they couldn't be taken away again.

Yohji had resumed his investigating, he was now in the J-league. Omi took as many computer classes as the kid could handle. He practically beat the boy with one of his own books just the other night because he was so tired andOmi kept insisting he needed to keep at least one lamp on to read. Aya visited his sister often, they had all gotten to meet her, she looked nice. In more ways than one he was sympathetic to his friend, because Aya just zoned out when he was in the hospital with her. They had encouraged Aya to volunteer there, and that had loosened the red head up slightly. Probably because it made the hospital feel safer, viewing part of it from the inside out, and getting to stay there longer. It also made the staff more familiar with Aya, and the nurses gave both Aya and his sister extra leeway now. That seemed nice too.

Manx stopped by every once and a while to check up on them. They even had her stay for a weekend visit about two months ago. That sucked because Mr. Brine made them clean everything from top to bottom and operate on best behavior for her. On the other hand, it was also really great, because having a hot girl stay one room from you is always good, and Manx is so hot.

He had officially gotten his license, Yohji had finally saved up enough and bought a car the guy really loved. Hell they all loved it, even though Yohji used that against them. They often made trades for chores and things for crusin' time in Yohji's car. Crusin' time in Yohji's car meant smoking if you wanted to, music as loud as you wanted, and playing with any girls they could find. Omi was currently taking driving lessons, though the boy wouldn't legally be able to get his license until Mr. Brine said. They started teaching him on the side, and when Mr. Brine found out, they covered it with a really convincing story that if anything ever happened during a mission Omi might have to drive the get away car. That sold for all of three seconds, before they all got their butts beat good. Especially Yohji and Aya, since they were the best drivers and were held most responsible because they were supposed to set an example. Or at least, that's what Mr. Brine said, and he wasn't going to argue because it meant less severe punishment for him. Who would argue with that.

Now a days, they had shifts in the shop, ran their own independent studies, continued learning downstairs. Only now instead of just medical info, they also learned about security systems, building architecture, sociology and psychology, and city lay outs. That was all fun. The security system training left them lots of endless obstacles with buzzers and trip wires, and all sorts of tests. The architecture was more boring, and required hours of homework where they had to learn, and build blueprints. At one time, Yohji actually took all Omi's shifts in the flower shop in order for the boy to do his blueprints. Omi did a good job, too good for Yohji and Mr. Brine started watching them. When they tried it a month later, they both got their asses tanned, for slacking and lying.

The Sociology and Psychology studies, were also really interesting and fun. They got to play neat games that analyzed which side of the brain they used more and stuff like that. For a few days though, they actually had to buckle down and get kind of personal. That was a little prying, and Yohji actually cried during a lesson. So they took a break from the topic and picked up city layouts, which like architecture was boring. Like Yohji whatever non-suspicious trades he could make with Omi he did, because that homework sucked.

"Alright!" Yohji grinned as the guy finally finished his cake and started getting up. "I gotta run, it's been fun guys. Nice birthday Aya." The red head nodded, waving at Yohji who started for the door after bringing his plate to the sink. "Save me a piece guys!"

"I will Yohji-kun bye!" He stood up as Omi called and waved to Yohji who stopped to fix his hair. "Have fun with Asuka Yohji-kun."

Yohji shot them all a sly smile in response and Aya laughed. "Kudou! You come home at a decent time this time!" Mr. Brine frowned at Yohji's grin and shot a finger at the blonde. "I know what time the police offices close, and you come back some eleven o'clock again! And I'll invite that nice girl in and serve her tea while I give it to you!"

"Mmm." Yohji wiggled a smile while running his hands through his hair. "Sounds delicious. I am sure she'll love it." Yohji waved and started for the door "Chow!" Yohji called back with a smile and Mr. Brine sighed heavily as the door shut before glancing at him as he started taking his dish to the sink."

"You leaving for soccer Hidaka?" He nodded before licking some frosting off his fingers and grabbing his duffle bag.

"Yup! I'll be home *before* eleven." He threw Aya, Omi and Mr. Brine a smile and wave and started for the door. "Bye guys."

Omi turned to Aya as he disappeared. "So Aya-kun. What do you want to do for the rest of your birthday?" Aya stopped eating for a moment and turned to the smiling blue eyes that were done eating and sat patiently waiting for an answer.

"I…I had plans to visit my sister." Aya muttered.

"Oh." Omi looked a little surprised and disappointment, but he was pretty good at hiding that. "Can I come with you?" Aya stopped eating again. "I haven't seen her in a while…that might be nice." Omi waited for a moment when Aya was silent. "Or maybe, cause it's your birthday you'd rather go by yourself. I have some computer stuff I can do anyway." Omi quickly shrugged watching Aya smile slightly.

"Thank you Omi." Omi nodded understandably before picking up some dishes and the cake and clearing them to the counter. Aya looked up at Mr. Brine who was watching him. "I'll be home before eleven also." Aya gave the man a slight smile and Omi's back a swat as he walked by and out the door. "Bye Omi."

"See you later Aya-kun!" Omi called, not the slightest bit discouraged Aya felt a need for privacy, and was still protective of his sister and self. Mr. Brine sighed, watching the boy and Omi looked up.

"Are you going to retreat to your room of gadgets now Tsukiyono?" Mr. Brine chuckled.

"Yes sir." Omi laughed as he slid the dishes into the sink to soak before starting upstairs. "Call me if you need me sir. Goodnight." Omi waved back to Mr. Brine whom nodded as he started up the stairs, smiling with the comment. The floor of their room *was* pretty littered with gadgets.

______________________________Later that night ______________________________

He sighed running the towel through his wet hair with a sleepy grin. He was so tired from soccer, he couldn't wait to get to bed.

With a heavy yawn he opened the door to his bedroom, happy, content, and sleepy. "DoN'T Step on MY STUFF Ken-kun!" Omi yelled and he stopped dead, all the relaxation the shower had bestowed destroyed. Omi shot a hand up to him, while yelling into the book the boy was still reading. Omi didn't even bother to look up, or say more as he dropped the book and grabbed some kind of gadget and started working on it at their desk under the lamp he wished he could destroy.

"No Omi." He choked on sight of the room and the boy. "No. No No no, I am tired I want to sleep."

"Night than." Omi smiled down to whatever he was building with pliers and a small welding thing.

"No." He threw his towel at the bed. "You have to promise me your *not* going to spend all night working on this…this…" He started turning around in the mess of do-dads on the floor. Books, and paper, and computer pieces. "This stuff!"

"I won't than." Omi answered monotone.

"Your coming to be within a half hour?" He asked squinting skeptically at the thin boy.

"Yeah. Soon as I am done with this Ken-kun. Soccer go well?"

"Omi! No! Don't change the subject. In a half an hour your going to bed?" He asked again.

"Yeah…when I am done here." Omi answered sweetly.

"Omi!" He barked and Omi stopped working with a heavy sigh.

"This isn't going to take me a half an hour Ken-kun." The boy groaned turning to him.

"Ahhh." He groaned back, letting his body just fall onto the bed face down in a pillow. "Neeeed sleeeeep." His whined worming under the covers in his boxers and closing his eyes. At least Omi didn't make a lot of noise. The boy sat almost perfectly still in his chair, working contently in small patient movements. Suddenly there was a small thud, and they both heard the downstairs door close. He frowned and Omi looked up and glanced at the clock. It was eleven thirty.

"Yohji-kun's going to be in trouble." Omi sighed, continuing his work.

"Again." He grunt. "This is practically...normal routine now." He sighed as they both heard an argument start up downstairs between Yohji and Mr. Brine.

"Poor Yohji-kun." Omi sighed again and he smiled.

"Omi it's eleven thirty." He sent a frown at the thin body working away, but Omi didn't answer. "Omi."

"Can I just finish this please? Ken-kun." There was a slight frown in Omi's words as he focused on his work through his chattering.

"Can I get some sleep please?" He frowned at the lamp he had come to hate. The one shining down on Omi's work station as Yohji lost the fight downstairs. This was the fifth night in a row he had come home late. The first two Mr. Brine gave him warnings, the third and forth he took ten belts for. He shook his head when he heard Yohji arguing his punishment. If Yohji kept this up he would be taking the paddle. "Omi."

He frowned at the small and innocent. "Yes Ken-kun?"

"I want to lodge a complaint." He squint at the back of Omi's body, loose t-shirt and pj pants working away and groaning with his comment. "When I count to five Omi, I am going to have to throw this pillow at you." He smiled when Omi groaned again, but didn't stop working. "One."

"Ken-kun I can't work with your talking."

He frowned. "Ok did you or did you not just hear me threaten you?" He asked sitting up with a frown. "Your doing the not listening thing again aren't you." He squint at the boy, but Omi didn't answer. "Omi!"

"What!?" He sighed at Omi's outburst. The boy was registering he was talking, but not really listening or understanding what he was saying.

"I just said I was going to throw this pill!-" He stopped talking when there was a soft knock on their door before it opened and Yohji quickly came in with a cringing teary eyed expression that waved at him and Omi. Even though the boy didn't look up from his work. "Yohji, if you would…juust come home a half hour earlier." He sighed throwing the blonde a sympathetic look as he came over and flopped onto the bed. "How many did you get?"

"Twenty four." Yohji muttered face down in the sheets.

"Two dozen?" He glanced up as Omi turned around wide eyed.

"You!" He snapped throwing a finger at Omi. "You were *so* listening to me!" He accused and Omi looked guilty. "Omi! I want to go to sleep!"

"I knnnoooow." Omi groaned. "But you wouldn't let me finish this so I ignored you." He grit his teeth with Omi's pleading whine that literally turned back to his work as he spoke. He just sighed and turned to Yohji who was lying there quiet, waiting for the sting to subside.

"Are you going to come home earlier tomorrow?" He ran a hand onto Yohji's shoulder and squeezed gently.

"Probably not." Yohji mumbled and he grunt.

"Is it worth it?" He asked softly, truly curious.

Yohji was still for a moment before looking up at him with a smiled. "Yeah. She is." He smiled immediately, watching one of those dreamy expressions sweep over Yohji's face. "Every inch of her Ken. I'd take the paddle everyday if it meant the difference between seeing her."

"You know." He grunt watching Yohji roll to his back and cringe before relaxing. "Your like a sick puppy." he snickered.

"Sick with loooove." Yohji sung with a sleepy smile.

"Hahah." He laughed.

"You just don't understand Ken." Yohji sat up quickly, ignoring his own cringe for the excitement of even thinking about Asuka. "She's like…she's like…cake ten times better. Everything you love, ten times better. She's…she's…there are no words to describe her Ken." He shook his head with a grin, just watching Yohji like this was hysterical. Even Omi had stopped working to turn around and smile at the blonde. "Name something you love Ken-No! She's like soccer, but ten times better than the best thing you get from it." He raised his eyebrows. "She's like, for you Omi it would be ten times better than anything you can ever do with this computer crap." Omi only laughed at the comment, and resumed his work. "Just say her name out loud an Marvel Ken. Azzukaaa. Kinda sounds like heaven doesn't it."

"No it doesn't" He shook his head with a wide grin and chuckle.

"Azzukkkaaa, heeaaveeen. Ahh one in the same." Yohji didn't even register his disagreement and the guy lay back into the sheets with a wide smile. "I could marry a girl like that. Marry, have a baby, a sexy house right on the beach…fast car." He smiled at Yohji's ideal life. "Of course I could have a dive apartment and city bus, if Azuka were there. Doesn't matter." The blonde shrugged, and he sighed laying down. When Yohji got like this, the blonde would talk for hours. And Omi would probably encourage it, if it meant the light could stay on later. "Do me a favor Ken?" He was a little surprised when Yohji turned to him. Usually the guy forgot you were consciously there and just spoke endlessly about Azuka to your face.

"Like what?" He smiled, interested. Maybe it would involved double dating with one of Azuka's friends.

"Cover my flower shop shift tomorrow?" He made a face. "Please Ken!" Yohji sat up immediately to plead better. "I have a physical tomorrow and if I go to that, and have to work in the shop, I'll only get to see her for two hours."

"Ohh two hours noo." He rolled his eyes. "I don't think so."

"Please Ken! Come on, I have to see the doc about my shortness of breath."

"It's the black lung Yohji-kun." Omi said with a smile, and Yohji frowned.

"I don't smoke *that* often Omi." Yohji said through grit teeth but Omi only shrugged and scolded a -Smoking is bad for you period- down to what he was working on. Yohji made a face and turned back to him. "Please Ken. This would mean a lot." He groaned, he really didn't wanna, than again he'd feel bad for Yohji if he didn't. "Please Ken, come on."

"Fine." He growled, glaring at the lamp he hated before glancing at the clock. "Ok Omi, it's eleven forty we're officially supposed to be definitely in bed right now." He frowned as Omi didn't answer. His dull expression turning to Yohji who was smiling at him. Giving his shoulder a big -thank you- swat before getting up.

"Omi get in that bed." Yohji ordered pointing to the bed, and frowning slightly as Omi just waved the comment off and continued working. "Fine. We'll I am going to tell Mr. Brine. Night Ken." Yohji waved at him and started for the door, and he turned to Omi with a wide grin. The boy only a muttered a -Yohji-kun wouldn't dare- before freezing as they heard Yohji walking towards Mr. Brine's room and then the soft knocking on the man's door. "Hahah!" He started laughing as Omi flicked the lamp off and ran over to the bed before climbing in and yanking the covers up while burying his head in his pillow.

They could both hear Mr. Brine coming down the hall before their door opened and the man looked at them both skeptically. Omi hiding in the blankets, and him laying their with the widest, most satisfied grin one could have at eleven forty at night.. "Tsukiyono, have you been in bed for the last ten minutes?" Mr. Brine asked and Omi nodded into the pillow.

"Yes sir." the boy muttered into his pillow.

"Are you lying to me Tsukiyono?" Mr. Brine asked with a soft smile hidden from the boys hibernating face.

A more hesitant. "Y-yes sir." Answered and Mr. Brine's smile grew.

"You going to stay in bed now?"

"Yes sir!" Omi spit eagerly and Mr. Brine nodded muttering a -good- before closing their door with a -good night- and leaving. Omi was completely still as they listened to Mr. Brine walk back down the hall to his room before the blue eyes emerged from the blankets and gave his grinning face a frown. "Don't look so smug Ken-kun."

His grin widened and he pushed the back of Omi's head into the pillow with a laugh as Omi shoved him playfully and wiggled away before rolling over and going to sleep.

_______________________________The Next Day______________________________

"That looks really (grimace)…." He trailed when Yohji gave him a dark look. "…Not so bad." He quickly finished with a smile. Yohji just looked back down at his squinting arm with disgust.

"How many things did they test you for Yohji-kun?" Omi looked up from Yohji's arm frowning at all the little black marker dashes dividing Yohji's arm into many different little spaces in two columns. Small swelling pink spots in between each, even now three hours after Yohji's appointment and the blonde sat in the kitchen with him and Omi.

"Fifty I think." Yohji scowled looking down at his arm. "I look terrible."

"Fifty." He repeated shaking his head and glancing at Mr. Brine who walked in over to them.

"Kudou I just got the call." Mr. Brine said nodding to Yohji's arm with a -that sucks- expression. "At least now you'll know what your allergic to son." Mr. Brine nodded to Yohji who looked annoyed and not at all grateful or thrilled with the information his allergy testing was going to provide. "I think its an excellent idea, wonderful for your health, good for battle. When your next physicals arrive, you'll all be tested." His mouth fell open and Omi gasped.

"Aya-kun too?" Omi asked.

"Yes Fujimiya too." Mr. Brine nodded sternly. "I don't care how bad his fear of needles is. He'll hold still if I have to tie him down myself." Mr. Brine shot them both stern looks and they swallowed. "If I get calls about either of you not cooperating…" The man trailed and they simply nodded. There was no reason for that threatening sentence to be finished. Mr. Brine nodded at their understanding and set off to find Aya as he turned to Omi with a look.

"Fifty shots Ken-kun." Omi shuddered for a second before turning to Yohji who was still examining his arm. "Poor Aya-kun I hope he can get out of this. He really doesn't like needles Yohji-kun."

"Omi." Yohji sighed, flicking his eyes up to the blue color looking at his arm with a grimace. "We all have things we don't like. Aya doesn't like needles, Ken doesn't like heights, only you seem to be well-rounded enough not to pin distaste on something specific."

Omi made a face. "That's not true Yohji-kun, there are plenty of things I don't like."

"Like what?" Yohji raised his eyebrow skeptically. "Enlighten me."

Omi's frown deepened. "No." the boy spit almost defensively.

"Why not?" He nudged Omi slightly, watching the blue eyes just shift from him.

"Cause I don't like them, I don't want to talk about them."

"You know." Yohji lifted a finger and point at Omi. "You did this during our Psychology sessions too. All this, I don't want to talk about it stuff like Aya."

"So!" Omi frowned at them. "Ken doesn't talk about why he doesn't like heights! Why should I have to talk about stuff I don't like!" Omi shot, defensive.

"Psh." He grunt at Omi's statement. "The reason I don't like heights is because I am the only person smart enough to see if you fall you die. There's no reason to put yourself in such a compromising position." Yohji raised a hand to him when he finished while flashing Omi a -See- expression, that made the boy uneasy and he shift in his chair.

"So what. That doesn't mean anything." Omi grumbled giving them both looks.

"What it means is that Ken can face his problem and therefore it's not so big. You won't even talk about yours…good luck getting over it Omi." Yohji grunt and Omi made a sour face getting up and walking to the fridge while Yohji just scoffed loudly, as though to further emphasis the point Omi wasn't talking. "What do you think Ken." He glanced at Yohji's sly statement grinning at Omi who turned to them with the tone. "Should we…force it out of him?"

Omi frowned immediately. "You. Will. Not." Omi spit squinting at them both before Yohji shrugged and turned to Aya who came stomping in

"You!" Aya barked pointing at Yohji while coming to the table and frowning at them both before grabbing part of Yohji's arm and scowling at the injection swellings.

"Careful Aya!" Yohji ripped his arm away. "I have sensitive skin that likes to be loved, and you don't look like your in the loving mood."

Aya only growled sinking into a chair with a frown. "We don't all need to know what we're allergic to." Aya spit.

"Well don't look at me as though I asked for them to do this!" Yohji gave Aya a look, shifting his arm closer to protect it. "Do you think I wanted to sit there and let that fat nurse give me fifty needles."

"Fifty!" Aya's eyes got a wide with the yell before running his hand through his hair. Aya was obviously nervous about having that done.

"Say Aya." He began, and the violet eyes turned to his inquiring tone. "Why do you think it is, your afraid of needles." Aya squint at him, getting defensive because he figured he was playing around. However, when he just calmly continued to sit there curious, Aya relaxed.

"I don't like the idea of foreign things in my body…or…and I can't control when exactly it will enter me….it's stupid."

"It's not stupid." Yohji only smiled and swat Aya's back with the comment before turning to Omi. Watching the boy stop drinking and frown as he turned to look also before he and Yohji raised their eyebrows together. That was it for Omi, the boy slammed his cup to the counter annoyed and walked out. "Little Omi is so secretive." Yohji turned to him with the soft comment. "Why not try and find out what he's hiding KenKen."

He sighed. "He may not be hiding anything. He's probably just afraid we'll laugh at him." He said, and Yohji nodded as though thinking that over.

"I think the same thing, but still…he has to have something he thinks we're going to laugh at him about. Either way, I am telling you because I don't have time to sit around and think about it. I have to go out and…pay respect where respect is due."

"AHh" He groaned as Yohji got up smiling. "Well I have soccer! Tell Azuka your friends come first!" He gave Yohji a frown while gritting his teeth at the blonde who reached down and pinched his cheek.

"I would Ken, but she gives me so much more than you two." Aya grunt at the comment. "And she's prettier too." He shoved Yohji's hand off his face, and Yohji laughed strolling towards the door. "Tell Mr. Brine to have his belt ready for me!" Yohji opened the door and turned to them with a wink. "Cause I am coming home late. Kiss kiss!" Yohji called back before the door shut and the were left in silence before he turned to Aya.

"Jealous of him Aya?" He asked with a grin.

Aya smirked with his question, leaning his head into his hand where he sat. "We both are. He's lucky."

He nodded. "Hope I have someone I can love like that one day. A pretty girl." Aya nodded. "I'd work hard for that."

Aya smiled at his comment. "You will Ken. That day will come soon enough."

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Later That Night

"Ken, Omi." He cracked an eye and rolled over so he could look at his open bedroom door. It was still late, and he frowned at Aya whom stood there before glancing at the clock. "Mr. Brine says get up and come downstairs."

"WHaaat?" He groaned, it was two in the mourning! He sat up watching Aya start trudging down the hall towards the stairs as he shoved Omi. The boy had slept like a rock through the entire conversation. "Geet up Oomi, we have to go downstairs." He shoved harder, and Omi shoved him back one half asleep.

He climbed out of bed and walked out into the hall rubbing his face. God he wanted sleep. "TWO IN THE MOURNING!" He jumped with Mr. Brine's loud yell from downstairs before quickly heading down to it and stopping with the sight in the kitchen. Mr. Brine was in pajamas like the rest of them, frowning at Yohji's fully dressed form which had just strolled in the door. Aya was standing next to the counter head down on it, probably preying for sleep. "DAMNT KUDOU!" He jumped and Aya looked up quickly with half open eyes. "WE'RE ALL TIRED! JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING WALTZING IN AT TWO IN THE MOURNING!?"

"I was going to bed sir." Yohji answered with a groan. He already knew he was in trouble, he already knew he would get some for it, and he honestly looked completely relaxed and tired. "I can't help it sir."

"CAN'T HELP IT!?" Mr. Brine looked ready to hit himself again before glancing at him and Aya with such an exhausted, thinking about what to do expression. Aya opened one eye, and he yawned. They both knew Yohji was going to get it…again…it wasn't big news. The sooner it was over, the sooner bed came back.

"Look sir." Yohji sighed again rubbing the back of his neck. "I came home, and I was quiet too. I don't see what the big deal is. I am twenty, I think I can stay out till two on my own."

"THE HELL YOU CAN!" Mr. Brine yelled, immediately mad, and Omi came down the stairs quickly obviously having woke up to all the screaming. Glancing at all of them before sinking to an annoyed -I got up for this- glare the boy sent to Yohji. "TSUKIYONO!" Mr. Brine turned to Omi, because he was the only thing moving on their side of the room. "Go upstairs to my closet, and get me the bigger of the two paddles." Mr. Brine nodded at the wide little blue eyes. Omi didn't want any part of this, he was just getting up to make sure there wasn't a fire or something! Come on! Group safety! This sucked! "Now!" Omi started back up the stairs as Mr. Brine turned to Yohji's calm expression. "Your grounded Kudou."

"I am what?" Yohji choked a smile at Mr. Brine's sour face.

"Your employers are MY Boss! And I am YOUR BOSS! When they watch footage of this house! And they see me unable to keep you boys in line! We're all going to be FIRED!" Omi came back and stopped at the bottom of the stairs with the word fired. Was there a fire? "THEY EXPECT YOU TO FOLLOW SIMPLE ORDERS! COMING HOME BEFORE ELEVEN IS A SIMPLE ORDER! IF you can not do it, do you know what that says?" Mr. Brine squint at Yohji's muttered -I am an insomniac?- "It MEANS YOU MAY DISOBEY OTHER ORDERS THAT DON'T SUIT YOUR FANCY! And When you're an ASSASSIN! Whatever order you get from the Boss Suits Your FANCY! SO YOUR GROUNDED! FOR FOUR DAYS! TO THIS HOUSE!"

"WHAT!" Yohji yelled snapping out of his chair wide eyed. "You can't do that! I have-"

"-YES I CAN!" Mr. Brine frowned beckoning for Omi to come and bring the wooden instrument he was holding away from himself with distaste. "Tsukiyono." Mr. Brine took the thing from Omi's hand with a heavy sigh. "This isn't the bigger of the two, this is the smallest of the four." Mr. Brine droned and Omi gapped for a moment rubbing his eyes.

"Oh." Omi said looking as though he were fumbling with an excuse because he had never seen the biggest paddle and when he had, he definitely didn't want to bring it downstairs for Yohji. "Well sir…that…looked so big! I.."

Mr. Brine started nodding. Omi had only confirmed his suspicion of why he was handed what he was. "Hidaka. Go get the biggest of the two, Tsukiyono take this back upstairs to your room and wait." Omi's mouth fell open.

"What!?" Yohji yelled again motioning at Omi who was quickly waking up completely. "That's not fair Mr. Brine! He was only trying to help me out!"

"YOu boys have been doing A LOT Of Disobeying Lately trying to HELP ONE ANOTHER OUT! And I have let it go because you have been behaving and completing what's expected of you. Apparently I've gotten too soft, because now I get dribble excuses and expressions that can't remember what it's like to be tanned redder than some of the flowers iN thIS SHOP!" Omi jumped with the yell. "Now get upstairs Tsukiyono." Mr. Brine shoved the paddle back into Omi's hands as the boys blue eyes closed with a silent groan and slowly started back for his room.

"Sir!" Yohji barked again, frowning at the situation. "He didn't do anything! I'll take whatever your going to give him!"

Mr. Brine just shook his head and chuckled at the blonde as he came down the stairs with the paddle he was supposed to get. Stopping momentarily to look back at Omi whom stomped past him going up. "Come on HIDAKA!" Aya's head snapped up from the counter with the yell. He had apparently slept threw the last few minutes. He came forward and gave the paddle to Mr. Brine while flashing a -sorry- expression to Yohji. The blonde didn't blame him though, and for that he was glad. As soon as Mr. Brine's speech started getting dead serious, and Yohji started getting upset he was definitely cornered he high-tailed it out of there with Aya.

"I am sick of this." Aya groaned as they continued up the stairs, stopping at the very top with one of Yohji's yells. "I hope he can't sit down for a few days, than maybe tomorrow I'll get one night of full sleep." Aya mumbled annoyed.

He smiled at the red head whom seemed to need the most sleep out of all of them. "Be nice Aya." He slapped Aya's back as the guy trudged to his room and fell onto his bed instantly falling dead asleep. He grunt starting back to his own room. He'd only get maybe six or seven hours tonight, but that was ok. He'd just tell his couch he got eight. Yohji probably wouldn't get many, but the blonde seemed to do good with four. Aya needed nine or ten, and Omi seemed ok with basically whatever as long as it got more than four and less than eleven. Of course if he got nine like Aya he'd got overly annoying and energetic.

He frowned when he walked up to the door and saw the light on. "Omi!" He barked swinging the door in. "I want to go to bed!" Omi jumped out of his skin from where he sat on the bed and not at the desk of computer junk he'd thought he'd be at. "Oh." He grinned at the surprised expression. "Sorry I thought…" He motioned towards the desk with a lop sided smile before frowning at Omi who just sat there holding the small paddle.

Omi gave him a sour face and looked away. "Yohji-kun is such an idiot. I am going to kill him tomorrow." He walked over to his side of the bed where Omi was sitting and flopped onto the mattress. "I tried to…give him some slack cause I thought Mr. Brine wouldn't really notice but…"

"Omi every time you do this it comes back to bite you." He sighed into the pillow he was face down on. "In the ass." He chuckled grinning as Omi swatted him with an -your being unhelpful Ken-kun.- "Sorry." He rolled over with an inhale, but he was starting to fall asleep. "Why don't you just lie down, it could be a while." He watched Omi shake his head through half open eyes. "Mind if I go to sleep?" Omi turned to him with a frown, and sighed. So he was expected to stay awake and keep Omi company was he.

"Do you think Mr. Brine is getting soft on us?" Omi asked.

He groaned for a moment before clearing his throat and nodding. "Yes. Definitely Yes." Omi silently whined with his answer. "I am surprised it took him this long to notice. Remember how if…we didn't turn in an assignment we'd get it. Broke something, we'd get it, not in bed on time…we'd get it…now." He shrugged, yeah the man had definitely gone soft. He hadn't turned in assignments in three days, Yohji skipped a few of his shifts, Omi broke two cups, Aya was getting mouthy and nothing was happening. "...We've been pressing our luck though." He shrugged again, he knew when he messed up it would come back to get him, but soccer was making him lazy and exhausted. "Hey, did you see the video clip of the other team yesterday?"

Omi turned to look at him. "The breakfast incident?"

He nodded. "What'd you think?"

Omi shrugged. "Thought it was disturbing, but…I guess that words getting a little old cause they're all disturbing so, how's troubling?" Omi said turning to him with a smile.

"Hahah!" He broke out laughing. "You don't loose even when your tired do you Omi." Omi smiled brighter.

"I'd *like* to think so, but…" Omi trailed with a fading smile as he raised the paddle and let its weight pull it into his own hand. "Good thing Mr. Brine doesn't do this huh." He grinned at the heavy wood that was tapping in Omi's palm. He shuddered slightly and Omi stopped and shoved the paddle into the bed, shifting uncomfortably as he smiled. "They sure are taking their time."

He shrugged, forcing his eyes open because Omi was starting to sound like he was underwater. "Yohji's in a lot of trouble. I wonder how he's going to take the grounded thing."

Omi sighed. "Probably the way he takes everything else." They both turned and looked at their window. No joke, they could visibly see the blonde climbing out it already. Small smiles crept over their faces with memories from the window before the door opened and they jumped. Mr. Brine walked in calmly before extending his hand to Omi even though he still held the biggest paddle which was just used on Yohji. "Sir!" Omi cringed slightly as he reached back to the smaller one in the blankets while keeping his eyes on Mr. Brine. "I'd like a chance to explain myself! I'd-"

"-Aaa" Mr. Brine groaned snatching the paddle from Omi and rolling his eyes. "Tsukiyono you're the only one whom insists on pleading his case every time please hurry it along so we can get this over with."

Omi's mouth hung open for a moment before quickly swallowing. "Well I..I don't think I did anything wrong! I-"

"-You didn't do as you were asked. That's questioning my authority Tsukiyono. You directly disobeyed an order I gave you." Mr. Brine sighed this out because he had already won.

"Yeah but!" Omi raised a shaky hand towards Mr. Brine to slow things down. "But that's not what I was trying to do! I just didn't want Yohji-kun to be hit with that big thing."

"But that's what you did."

"Yeah but nooot with intent!" Omi whined watching Mr. Brine sigh again.

"Tsukiyono your contradicting yourself. I say you did something wrong, you say yes and than tell me why you did it. This isn't going to save you boy. You have thirty seconds to come up with a new tactic."

"Whaaat." Omi whined immediately, shifting around where he sat, his mouth gapping like a fish out of water. "But! But these aren't tactics sir! This is just…how I feel! I think it's unfair!" Omi whined before jumping as Mr. Brine nodded once and pulled him up by his arm.

"Think what you want Tsukiyono, you get to be the turning point and mark the end of these last few slacking weeks. So now you'll taste *this* for ignoring what I asked you to do." Mr. Brine said firmly shaking the small paddle with the word *this* and Omi's eyes widened substantially. "Do you understand?"

"Yess sir." Omi cringed, shuffling awkwardly as Mr. Brine took hold of his shoulders and quickly turned him around . "Do I have to staaand siiir?" He got off the bed and moved towards the desk when Omi faced it. Mr. Brine just shook his head and Omi just sunk to his knees at the side of the bed with his chest atop the mattress and buried his face into a pillow. Mr. Brine took a step back and readied the paddle glancing at him as Omi pushed his pants down slightly. He swallowed with the eyes and Mr. Brine gave him a reassuring look.

"Hopeful are we Hidaka?" He nodded immediately, he didn't want Omi tanned. "What are we hoping for?"

"One." He answered and Mr. Brine grunt for a moment, touching Omi lightly with the paddle and the thin body stiffened. "Five?" He tried again without going to high, and Mr. Brine nodded slightly, he would except that.

"See Tsukiyono, Hidaka is hopeful without getting himself in trouble. You want to try and imitate that maneuver son." Omi nodded into the pillow his hands were tightly clutching and his face was hidden in before jerking as he was hit. Holding his tongue for the first two and then crying out slightly for the next two before Mr. Brine paused. Shifting to the larger paddle and taking a step back. "Do you run tomorrow Tsukiyono?"

Omi nodded with a "Yeesssssir."

Mr. Brine nodded softly. "You don't have to. You have it off." (SLAP!)

"AHHH!" Omi screamed and shot up holding his reddened skin as Mr. Brine just nodded the larger paddle at him.

"I am anxious to see what Kudou does now." Mr. Brine said as his and Omi's eyes locked on the large piece of wood Omi just felt. The thing was a foot by a foot if not longer and about an inch thick, waving at them and letting them know that one last hit Omi got, was what Yohji got every time. "Night boys." Mr. Brine said casually before leaving them both standing there staring before Omi turned to him.

"Five!? Ken-kun!"

He frowned starting over to the crying face rubbing itself. "Hey last time I said three he said, not enough and went to six! Did you want two with that monster board?" Omi shook no immediately, backing towards the bed as he gently pushed him, and watching him leave to get a cool cloth. He cringed when he entered the hall and could hear Yohji bawling, and he meant literally bawling in the other room. He stopped walking, wanting to go in and make sure the blonde was ok, but another part of him said Yohji was so upset he wouldn't remember, nor care because he couldn't really comfort him. So instead he just went to the bathroom wet a small cloth, rung it out and started back to his bedroom. Aya was awake and trying to comfort Yohji anyway.

Omi was lying on his side on the bed when he walked in, and caused the boy to look up and smear some tears away. "Yohji sounds upset."

"I bet he is!" Omi snapped and he jumped. He wasn't expecting it, but Omi was thoroughly annoyed with having to go through this because he wanted to be nice to Yohji. "How many times did he get it Ken-kun?"

"I don't know." He sat down on the side of the bed and handed Omi the cool cloth. The boy took it, grit his teeth and tensed in such a way as it was applied he felt the need to wince too, and that red skin wasn't even his.

"Mmmm I got one and it huuurts Ken-kun. I never *Ever* want to be hit with that again. You don't think this is what Mr. Brine meeeans about getting stricter do you?" Omi asked and he frowned.

"Geez he better not." He shook his head while taking the cloth from Omi and letting the boy body relax while he held it in place. After a few sniffles curiosity got to him, and he leaned over Omi's hip and took a look when the boy didn't object. "Geez! You look like you took ten, and you only took one!" He choked tugging Omi's loose pj pants to his lower thighs because the upper part of his legs was all red too. The paddle was big enough to cover all of Omi's thin backside and than spread to his thighs easy. "Geez Yohji's probably…" He trailed and shook his head as Omi continued crying silently. He got a cold chill just thinking about ever being hit with that paddle. Hell they had never even *seen* that paddle till tonight. "Who knew Mr. Brine had stuff like that!" he finally exclaimed.

"Who knows what else he has!" Omi yelled and his eyes widened. "Least I don't have to run tomorrow, that would have sucked big time."

"Yeah big time." He nodded in agreement before giving Omi the cloth and laying down. "I just want to go to bed you know." He mumbled and Omi nodded. Omi wasn't going to make him stay up just because he was going to lay there with his skin stinging for maybe the next hour. "Wake me up if you need anything." His muttered, his eyes already so heavy the room disappeared and he didn't hear Omi's answer. He did on the other hand, feel Omi's hand slip into his grateful for his offer.

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He glanced around the breakfast table as he ate his bowl of Berry Burst Cheerios. Everyone was quiet. Aya was across from him eating Berry Berry Kix and the red head hadn't said a word. Omi was next to him and the boy hadn't said a thing since he turned off the alarm and said good mourning. So he just sat there eating silently. All three of them ignoring Mr. Brine whom sat a chair away eating some toast. They were all content on ignoring him to protest the events of last night.

"Boys." Mr. Brine began and they all waited an extra moment before turning to him with annoyed looks. "No matter how quiet you are, things are not changing. Now we have a busy day, and I don't expect to be dealing with childish silent treatment through all of it understand?" Mr. Brine said frowning and they all reluctantly nodded. "What do we say?"

There was a low uneven mumble of sour -Yes Sir's- as they all looked back to their breakfasts annoyed they had to answer, but Mr. Brine seemed to think their stubborn attitude was amusing. "Our shop should be picking up within a few days." They all glanced over. "When the organization chose this location they put us in a nice section of town with good people. A private school is going to be opening up about two blocks away. It opens this coming Wednesday, and because of it all the local businesses are putting on sales to attract new customers. So someone let Kudou know he's going to do some overtime, that boy seems to have a way with the ladies even if it works against him." Mr. Brine sighed and Aya cracked a smile with the comment, while he and Omi nodded. "Also, in case you've been wondering about your school records, since Hidaka you weren't attending school before you came here, and neither were you Fujimiya. We've been bluffing them. Your not A students, but your B students. So I'd like to know if either of you would be interested in enrolling in the new school. You'd both just be finishing up the year, in case studies are important to either of you." He stopped eating, and so did Aya. Go back to school? He hadn't been to school in about a year, and Aya had also dropped out to work.

"Will you stop flubbing our grades if we don't?" He asked flat out.

Mr. Brine grunt at his only question. "No Hidaka. Your needed here, it was simply an opportunity you could take if you wanted. Should I just assume it's a no for both of you?" Mr. Brine asked and he and Aya both nodded immediately. Forget school, they learned more here than they ever learned at school "Alright than." Mr. Brine nodded before turning to Omi. "Tsukiyono it has already been decided that you will enroll there." Omi choked, looking down at his cereal struggling not to spit itout. "Since you're the youngest, only fifteen, at least another year will be satisfactory. Than you can decide whether or not you want to drop out as well, and we'll continue to flub your grades." Omi looked up wide eyed, and they all turned to the boy.

"Sounds good Omi." Aya nodded, spooning up only berries and leaving the little yellow kix floating about in his milk.

"Yeah." He nodded in agreement, but Omi just continued staring at Mr. Brine.

"S-sir can't I…can't you just flub my grades as well now? I really don't want to…go." Omi muttered and Mr. Brine was still for a moment as he studied Omi's pale expression before shaking his head.

"No. It's already been decided and you've already been enrolled. You start this coming Wednesday when the school opens." Mr. Brine said casually.

"Mm." Aya grinned quickly chewing as he looked up. "You know what's at school don't you guys?" He grinned as Aya nudged him and sent a grin to Omi. "Girls, and girlfriends."

"Excuse me." Omi muttered standing up and heading right up the stairs before the sound of their bedroom door shutting found his ears.

"Well." Aya grunt still looking towards the stairs dumbfounded. "I guess we know he's going to be Mr. Popular with the ladies."

"Hahaha." Mr. Brine laughed at the comment and he shrugged before resuming his breakfast.

"Who decided Mr. Brine?" He asked and Mr. Brine looked up from his toast, with a -Why?- "In case Omi needs someone to talk to about the school." He explained.

"Manx. But it's in stone Hidaka, so don't give in to his pleas. Tsukiyono is going to that school, and that's the end of it. It's no secret to me he doesn't want to go, and hated his last one, but this…is out of my hands, and what *will* happen." He said nothing as Mr. Brine stood up and brought his plate to the counter. He didn't know Mr. Brine was aware Omi hated his last school, he wasn't even aware how bad Omi hated his last school. He just knew there was hate. He dipped his spoon back into his milk and scooped up some strawberries.

"Good thing it's not us going." Aya grunt chewing. "That would suck."

He nodded. "Yeah. Big Time."

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"Shut up Ken." Yohji gave him a look before throwing some of the flower ribbon rolls at him.

"You've been a dick to me all day Yohji. Don't start!" He growled turning around to the blonde as one of the rolls hit him in the head. Ahh! He scowled mentally as he continued to move all the new nicest looking flowers up to the shelves and front windows. Mr. Brine had made it clear days ago that they had to make the shop look extra good for the school opening which was supposed to be today. Mr. Brine said he had it on a good connection, that the kids weren't going to be given much homework, and would be more likely to wander around and get a look at the surrounding areas. "Yohji." He growled as he felt something else hit him in the back of the head. His eyes zeroing in on the roll of pink ribbon with hate after it bounced off his head and fell about his feet.

"What Ken?" Yohji asked casually but he just turned and glared at the guy. Yohji had been getting more and more annoying ever since he was grounded. Mr. Brine had been right about his stricter policy, Yohji had hardly been able to sit down since Saturday, and he only managed to sneak out once.

"You know I never thought I'd side with you on this, considering I believe it is defiantly your own fault your handicapped." he spit, referring to Yohji's inability to sit comfortably. "But! I can't wait for tomorrow so you can get the Hell Out of Here!" He yelled and Yohji grinned at his aggressive tone and the way he kicked the ribbon from him with goalie precision and speed.

"Why thank you Ken. It's good to know your on my side." Yohji said with a smile.

"Ahh!" He scowled sitting the flowers he held down and stomping upstairs. He stomped directly to Aya's door and banged a few times before yelling. "Aya! Your up! I've had it with him! I am going to go kill myself now!" He exclaimed throwing his hands up before stomping towards his own room. Behind him he could hear Aya wake and groggily sit up before muttering an -Again Ken?-

He grunt, flicking his bedroom door in and slamming it behind him before plopping stomach down on the bed without so much as a hi to Omi who was laying there. He glared into the sheets he was face down in before muttering a "Yohji's a dick." when he felt Omi reach over and gently pat his arm for a minute. From downstairs they both heard Mr. Brine walk in, and then Aya quickly run from his bedroom to the shop where he was supposed to be working. He smiled before turning to Omi who had been laying there all morning in his school issued sweater and pants staring up at the ceiling like he was going to die. "Come downstairs." He muttered, but Omi only shook his head. "Please I just *can't* stand working with Yohji the way he is all alone." He spit through grit teeth.

"Tomorrow he'll be ungrounded Ken-kun." Omi sighed monotone and he sat up watching Omi's eyes stare up before slowly fixing on him.

"You want to talk about anything?" He asked softly, but Omi only shook his head again. A small monotone -nothing- answering him and making him sigh. "Well I have to go downstairs, because technically it is my shift…Sure you won't come?" He asked again.

"Nope."

He sighed standing back up and walking out and downstairs to where Aya was talking to Mr. Brine about moving flowers outside and actually setting things up on the sidewalk to lour people in. Both of them turned to him as he came trudging in, still wearing his apron. "Glad to see your still amongst the living Ken." Aya smiled at him and he grit his teeth as a response.

"Where's Tsukiyono?" Mr. Brine asked glancing around. "That boy still upstairs pouting?" He nodded and Mr. Brine frowned for a moment. "TSUKIYONO!" Mr. Brine yelled up to the ceiling as he walked over to the counter where Yohji was and picked up the flowers he'd left. MARCH YOUR HAPPY BUTT DOWN HERE NOW SON!" Mr. Brine yelled before chuckling to himself.

"Ken." Yohji smiled at him as soon as he glanced at the blonde. "No worries, you know I love you. I just feel so cooped up here."

He reluctantly nodded. "I knooow." he groaned before becoming interested as Yohji's eyes sparked with a second of dangerous excitement before leaning into him.

"Ken. Can I let you in on a little secret? Gotta stay hush hush." He grinned immediately, but Yohji was asking him for fun. The guy already trusted him in every way. "Azuka and I have been working on this big case off record. I mean, we are investigating it but we've been putting in a lot of overtime staking out this building. Something's going down there in two days and we're gonna catch it."

"Private investigating Yo-tan?" He grinned at the green eye that winked at him.

"Call it what you will. That's what Azuka calls it as well but I myself prefer…spy." He grunt at the comment, smirking at Yohji who leaned away from him as Mr. Brine came over.

"Working on the books boys?" They both glanced down at the record book they were leaning over. "Unlikely." Mr. Brine grunt at their nods before turning to Omi whom finally came downstairs. "Tsukiyono! Get your stuff and get in the car. I am driving you to school." Mr. Brine declared and there was a pause in Omi's face that went from no reaction, to shocked, and then dreadfully annoyed. Omi spun around mad and started back up the stairs stomping all the way. Mr. Brine sighed and turned back to them with an exhausted look. "Keep an eye on him." The man ordered. "Make sure he does actually *go* to the school. I have a good mind saying he's going to try and skip out the moment he can." Mr. Brine concluded.

"That's the spirit." Yohji grunt. "And with all his training he'll never be caught huh Mr. Brine. Being as your such a good teacher." Yohji grinned, but Mr. Brine frowned.

"I mean it Kudou, Hidaka." Mr. Brine shot firmly to contradict Yohji's teasing. "I am not playing around, and if I find your helping him skip out you'll both regret it Kudou style."

Yohji growled at the monster paddle that had been dubbed after him, seeing as he was the only real person to taste it. "Very funny Mr. Brine." Yohji grumbled through grit teeth as Mr. Brine grabbed his keys and Omi reemerged at the bottom of the stairs with his book bag.

"Say Goodbye! Tsukiyono!" Mr. Brine laughed walking towards Omi's sour expression before leading him to the car. Omi gave all their happy calls for good luck, and Yohji's call to remember to compliment all the girls a single wave before following Mr. Brine's stern tone. No doubt the boy was going to be lectured the entire way there, before kicked out of the car.

Aya started carrying flowers outside to the sidewalk after Omi's wave, and he sat down to relax, but the minute the door shut Yohji shot for the phone. "Cover me guys!" Yohji called back dashing for the basement and the phone.

He groaned. "Aya! I am feeling suicidal again!" He called to the red head whom walked by him and muttered -deep breaths Ken- before grabbing more flowers. "Damnt! If he's on there for more than four hours I say, we cut the lines." he spit mad, slamming his hand down on the counter.

"Ken customers call in using the phone lines." Aya stated rolling his eyes.

"Eh." He shrugged. "Who needs em."

"They are forty percent of our income." He turned to the red head surprised.

"Heeey way to go Aya. You really know your math." He said winking.

"I was making that up." Aya groaned walking past him back outside with his arms re-filled.

The rest of the day went by rather fast. They carried inventory out and set up the sidewalk, which looked nice. Yohji was on the phone for five hours until Aya went down stairs and he heard yelling and then wrestling, then they both came up. After that Yohji started making dinner, he ran the cash register and Mr. Brine called and said he had stuff to take care of and to all behave. Which, of course they did.

As soon as they got the call, they closed the shop for two hours and watched Jaws, devouring three cartons of ice cream, two litters of soda, and a bag of chips.

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Manx looked up at the knock on her door. "Come in." She called, her green eyes a little curious as to who would be here to see her at this time in the afternoon. However, her expression softened the minute she saw him. "Robert." She smiled extending a hand to the seat in front of her desk as he came over with a grin before sitting down.

"What can I do for you Manx." She smiled as he referred to her strictly in code. It was a tease to them, something short of a game.

"Well Mr. Brine." She imitated. "Since you put it so directly." She pushed the manila envelope she had to him, and he picked it up and glanced inside. Inside was information on the other team, lining up information with his. Apparently specific characteristics were being checked off for each member, to see which ones were most alike. Who was the joker, the pouter, the first to break the ice, the first to walk out on the group. So far hardly any checks were lining up. "I would like to push our boys." She finally spoke. "Pull them out of their settings and see what happens."

"Push them?" He repeat a bit confused.

"Yes. I've already spoken to Ja-Clarke." She smiled replacing a first name co-worker with his code. "He thinks it would be interesting, he's also agreed. I want to take two from each and switch them. I want to see how they react to the imposing team in their quarters, and how they react to their team members absence."

He closed the folder immediately. "I don't think it's a good idea for my group." She cocked an eyebrow at him, asking him to explain. "They are tight knit. I think it would send out some ripples Manx. Why is there such a desire to stir up the current?"

She smiled slightly, taking the folder back. "Disciplining the second team is becoming tricky. They form to whatever type of punishment is delivered to them. They are getting harder to control Robert." He nodded slightly, she looked concerned with this and in all honesty it was a delicate topic. The teams were never supposed to mutiny or even think about turning against the organization. "Your team is fairly predictable." He cocked an immediate smile. They were, he was always second guessing them correctly. "They have been operating on the same basic standard of corporal punishment for the duration of their stay. That's going on two years in about five months. We have gone through thirteen discipline plans for the second team."

"Thirteen?" He sat up closer to her desk. "Why wasn't I told? Thirteen isn't normal."

"You had your hands full Robert, and your team was doing wonderfully. I didn't want to make you worry about needing to change your patterns, or vary your punishment when your system is practically flawless with them." He sighed, Manx was right, that's what he would have done. "The other team is the real problem. Clarke is currently operating under a form of humiliation treatment but even that is wearing off fast."

"How soon do you think?"

"I would guess a month, but I have recommended he change ahead of schedule just to trip them up." He frowned with her word choice. "That's right." She smiled at how acute he was. "They are watching us, the way we are watching them. Studying to see how we react to what they do, and how far we're willing to go. Robert it's hard because they're harsh on each other. We're literally forced to out step the things they do, in order to enforce discipline, or we'd just be offering them more day to day normality."

His frown was firmly set as he listened to the second teams hush hush info. They sounded like they were spirally to a crash. Instead of two teams graduating to efficiency only one would. Instead of one graduating to efficiency with a back-up, runner-up it would be only one if this kept up. "Manx…What does this have to do with my team." He was blunt, his tone firm and demanding when he spoke now. This was his team, his boys. He cared for them, taught them and watched over them. Any changes to happen he expected to be cleared through him, but her tone was leading him to believe other wise and again she smiled with how acute he was.

She was quiet for a moment because he hit the nail on the head. "Two of your team members will be switched with two of Clarkes." His eyes widened and she saw the outrage. "Just!" She raised a hand to calm him. "For four days."

"Four days?" He frowned. Hell if they were going to make a mess and shift everyone around they mine as well do it for a sufficient amount of time. Not that he loved the idea, he was opposed to it! But four days was nothing! It wouldn't make a difference nor give them any kind of data.

"You are thinking…this is to short a time." She said, slowly growing a smile and raised eyebrow. "So was I…but I believe if we move them for any longer, psychological damage may be done. Four days is so small we can explain it as…almost a weekend change. The pressure will be much more severe if we explain it will be for two weeks." He nodded slightly, once again she was ahead of the game second guessing everyone, even him. "Robert, we think it is best to send Fujimiya and Kudou, since they are both the oldest and strongest of their team. From the other team we'll send the two youngest, to balance out the loss." He shook his head immediately.

"No." He quickly spit. "I want to ask for volunteers from them first." She was quiet. "May I." He closed his eyes for a moment as he watched her consider this.

"Yes." She finally answered quietly as though defeated. In a small way she understood what being able to ask meant to him, and even though she would take the heat for allowing him to do so, she'd give him that. "If you feel that's best." She continued. "Now today is Wednesday, this coming weekend I would like to start the change. Inform them and get back to me with who will be switched, and.." She silenced him as he went to interrupt. "We'll discuss who will be switched over if you feel that is also necessary."

He nodded when she settled his next concern. "One other thing…Manx."

She smiled. "Yes…Mr. Brine."

"My boys, will not undergo humiliation punishment while there." She frowned slightly. "They are not accustomed to it, and I don't believe they would ever act out enough to warrant it. Do what you have to do, but I can't let that happen." She raised both her eyebrows now. He was giving her an order? She watched his face firm, a little nervous but firmly set with what he said.

"Very well." She smiled again. "I will tell Clarke, he is to drop to corporal, like you." He opened his mouth but she cut him off. "Your exact low standard too." She clarified and instantly he felt relief.

He nodded. "Thank you." He said truly grateful she made the changes for him. Or else who ever he sent over, would have been in for a realm of discipline they probably had never heard of. "Is that all?" He asked.

"Stay in contact Mr. Brine." She said as he stood up to leave with a kind nod and smile.

"Of course."

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"Well you don't have to take off my head!" He shot giving Aya a look as the red head snatched the flowers from him.

"Ken pay attention. If you put these outside they'll die." He shrugged, they had lots of flowers. "And probably kill off every kind like this one."

"Oh." He frowned slightly concerned now. "Alright!" He barked when Aya kept glaring at him both annoyed he almost killed their stock and waiting for confirmation he understood.

"Stock the shelves." Aya's ordered monotone and he started towards the shelves with a grunt. Yohji had disappeared after the movie and hadn't returned yet, though they were both hoping he would soon because it was getting close to dinner time and Mr. Brine would definitely be back before then.

"Hey!" He called over to the shop doors that open and Omi came walking in. "How was your first day?" He asked with a smile but Omi simply muttered a monotone -fine- and turned to look out the window. He frowned slightly, watching the boy. "Omi did anyone ever tell you you're a paranoid person?"

Omi frowned. "There is nothing wrong with seeing if people are following me Ken-kun." Omi spit defensively before suddenly backing up from the glass. "People did follow me!" Omi shot as though a bit horrified with the idea. "Who is paranoid now!?" Omi snapped spinning around and throwing him a hard frown before sprinting up the stairs

"Well if they followed you! Aren't you going to wait for them!?" He called up.

He frowned at the shaken "NO!" Omi yelled back as though he must be nuts. "They are just going to Laugh at me! I don't want to see them!" Omi yelled and he made a face turning to Aya whom was also frowning before both of them turned to the shop doors that opened and Yohji came strolling in.

"Idiot." Aya mumbled. "Omi! Come back down, it's just Yohji!" Aya yelled to the ceiling. Yohji grinned when he was announced and threw out his arms before turning towards the doors and ripping them open for about fifteen young school girls. "Omi I sAID-" Aya instantly shut up, as the girls ran in under Yohji's welcoming arms.

"Aya." Yohji spoke through a smooth grin to the red head who's jaw was on the floor. "Tell these lovely girls, that since it's the opening day of their school, they all get *one* free rose for being just as beautiful will you." Yohji smiled waving to the group of attentive girls whom all promptly giggled and blushed.

He was stunned with the words, but for Aya it were as though a black shadow crossed his face before he hissed a low, dark "What?"

"*One* free rose!" Yohji announced throwing his arms up like Aya's hiss had been a confirmation speech, and all the girls gushed and quickly started scattering about the shop touching and smelling and feeling the plants with amorous coos and giggles as Aya came back to life.

"Are you insane!?" Aya growled yanking Yohji over by his collar. "You can't give the flowers away!" Aya hissed.

"Relax Aya." Yohji only smiled, pushing the red head off slightly. "What your missing is that all these girls are going to come back tomorrow and bring lots of friends. But it won't be free flower day tomorrow, instead they'll buy things." Yohji reassured.

Aya frowned. "Your insane. Who is stupid enough to do that."

"Not stupid Aya, friendly." Yohji corrected. "Now, be nice to the girls because they're going to come back everyday if we do this right." Yohji stated sending his confused face a wink before nodding to Aya whom looked like he had been plucked from sanity and slapped into stupid land. All three of them jumping when a few girls came over and started asking prices and questions about the flowers. One wanted to know about a home flower she was growing and what to feed it, one wanted to know what color pots a plant came in, and one wanted to know if Omi worked here. "Ken." Yohji nudged him with that question. "Go get Omi. Since he goes to school with this girls, he'll be a major attraction."

"What?" He frowned. "What are we the circus?" He spit a bit insulted.

"Keeeen." Yohji groaned out his name and turned to him whispering. "When you were younger, didn't you always go to the places your friends hung out? Omi is like a permanent hang out here, he's bound to draw in some customers." Yohji encouraged giving him a small shove towards the stairs.

"I don't think he feels like coming down Yohji." He said frowning at the happy blonde who kept winking to girls while talking to him.

"Doesn't matter. Make him. Now go!" Yohji shoved him towards the stairs with a harsh whisper and he started up quickly. Anxious to get away from the next group of seven school girls whom wandered in with blank faces before growing quick excited smiles.

"Omi." He walked into their bed room, and Omi looked up from where he was sitting on the bed. "Are you doing homework?" He asked trying to figure out if Omi was supposed to sell flowers or get good grades.

"No." Omi only scoffed at the question. "I am not going to do it, kids will just take it from me anyway. I guess there is no reason why I should be doing *their* homework."

"What?" He frowned for a second before dismissing that. "Omi just forget school for a sec, we need you down in the shop." He threw a thumb over his shoulder while opening the door a little more, but Omi simply looked away. "Omi now." He tried a more direct approach like Aya, but he still sounded like he was asking because he didn't feel he had the right to order Omi to do anything.

"Ken-kun…Can I talk to you…for a second." Omi asked, slowly looking up.

"Can you do if after all the people leave the shop? I almost had to climb over them to get to the stairs." He asked and Omi was silent so he sighed and shut the door. "What is it." he asked plainly.

"I don't want to go downstairs with people from school here." Omi quickly explained.

"What!?" He choked with the small request. "Are you crazy! Yohji's cooking up a scheme that's going to keep them coming everyday! You can't just *not* help everyday!"

"Why not!" Omi looked up with a desperate expression. "I do plenty around here! I could…do more mourning shifts or something."

"How are you going to do more mourning shifts when your in school for the mourning?" He asked and Omi was silenced without a plan. "Never mind me anyway. I am the wrong person to ask. You've really gotta convince Mr. Brine and Aya, and I don't think either of them are in the convincing mood Omi." He sighed, walking over to where Omi was sitting and running his hand onto the thin shoulder. "Omi, the girls here aren't going to laugh at you." He felt Omi's body tense when he said that. "Why would you think that?"

"Ken-kun." Omi yanked his shoulder away and got up. The boy paced abot five feet from him and stood staring down at the ground before looking at him as though the boy were lost in something he couldn't understand. "In my old school the kids always laughed at me, and followed me around so they could…tease me and stuff I…I just want to know if it…if it will be different here." Omi asked, but he was silent. Omi was asking him? "Will it make a difference that I…can come back here everyday and…have a home and…you and…Aya-kun and Yohji-kun…Will that matter to them that-that I am more-more normal…that I am….I mean I am more normal now! I-I I have a home! I-I can do things-I can do things like everyone else now I…I just want to know….Will it?"

He opened his mouth to answer before closing it again as Omi's eyes silently welled with tears. "Omi I…don't know why anyone would ever tease-"

"-No!" Omi snapped. "That's not what I asked! Ken-kun!" He stopped with Omi's scream and blue eyes that fixed on him with a glare as they dripped small tears. "Answer what I asked you." Omi demanded.

"I can't." He stated.

"WHY!?" Omi ran a hand over his face with his scream. "I never did anything to them! I never did anything! I don't know why they hated me so much! I don't! I never diiidd annnythinnng Ken-kuuuun. Neeever. I-but still they would take my books, and my homework! Make me late for class! Lock me in my room, or keep me in the halls or with them when I was supposed to go to class! Than I would get in so much trouble and they would all laugh at me!" Omi cried before stopping for a moment, to catch his breath and sob into his hands before looking at him where he felt he had frozen to the ground. "They always thought it was so funny and I…didn't understand it…cause…cause I didn't do anything." He got a little rigid as Omi's hand dropped from his face before running through his hair while the boy walked right to him and wrapping his arms around him. "I just want to stay heeeere Ken-kun." Omi whined into him as he stood there. "How come they can fib your grades and can't dooo that for meeee toooo." He swallowed as he ran his arms back around the thin form as tall as his shoulders. "My school was….my school was like it is here Ken-kun." Omi glanced at him nervously. "With nuns because it was Catholic and if you…got in trouble…well you… you, well you know it was…corporal like here."

He frowned. "Isn't that against the law?"

"It wasn't in my school." Omi snort bitterly. "And I never did anything to get in trouble myself…they made me get in trouble. If I didn't have my homework I got in trouble or if I were late, or made to much noise or just so much stuff Ken-kun." He nodded moving his arms slightly and sliding them higher on Omi's back so he could squeeze a bit harder, like Yohji did. Tight and reassuring. "Some teachers were nicer than others, but some were really mean to me. They just didn't like me because I never went home. Like I was mooching off their school, but I know someone must have been paying for me! Someone paid for my books, and clothes and stuff but they would never tell me who! I felt so stupid! Like a charity case! I never knew how much was mine, and what I was supposed to be really grateful for, or how much money I had. They never really gave me any money, and I still don't have any."

"That's not true." He frowned. "We all have bank accounts now."

Omi grunt at his comment. "Yeah but we don't know where they are, or how much we get, and we can't touch them. That's like not having them Ken-kun." He frowned, Omi was right, it was like not having them. Mr. Brine told them they would all be paid for their services, and that it was all being just put into their own separate accounts. Aya and Yohji wanted to know where and how much immediately, but when Mr. Brine said it was alright and to trust him.

He said that the money would really be there, and that Aya had nothing to worry about because the organization would pay for his sisters bills. Aya started crying then and the topic got moved.

"I am scared here Ken-kun." He closed his eyes with the statement. So now he knew why Omi found it so hard to take Mr. Brine, and now he knew why he was so paranoid about being laughed at. "If I mess up downstairs, and have to take some I can't…can't…"

"Mr. Brine would never do that to you." He hissed squeezing harder for a moment. "Mr. Brine would never do something like that in front of people like that Omi. That's your paranoia, he wouldn't. You ask him." He reassured, but felt Omi shake no immediately. "Want me to ask him?" He didn't get an answer.

"I'd kill myself, before I ever have to go to a school like mine." He froze with the soft whisper. "Before I ever go back to my old one. If I ever have to leave here again." Omi whispered before squeaking slightly when he suddenly clamped his arms down hard.

"Are you playing with me Omi?" He whispered looking down at the soft delicious honey-brown hair under him. "Cause I say that all the time?"

He was quiet as Omi slowly looked up at him. "I hope if it ever comes to that I have the courage to, cause I haven't made up my mind yet." Omi whispered back and he swallowed hard, because the kid was completely serious. "Don't tell anyone that I said that Ken." He looked down when the -kun- was absent from his name. Omi had done it on purpose to get his attention.

"Ok." He nodded softly. He hadn't made up his mind either though, if he would tell or if he'd just be quiet. He didn't really know if Omi was serious, or if the boy was capable of that kind of courage. Either way he'd never let that happen. "But if your ever going to Omi." he said squeezing he boy tightly for a second, and Omi's eyes returned to him. "You tell me first, because…to talk about it. Promise that." Omi nodded and he sighed heavily.

"Sorry about this…hugging thing Ken-kun." He smirked a laugh as the topic took a big swing to something light. "I was just looking at you when I was talking, and I didn't mean to hug you but I just really wanted to hug someone. So I did cause I figured…you wouldn't really mind a lot and I…just really wanted to."

"It's ok." He smiled slightly before looking down and sending a warmer smile when Omi's eyes met his. "It's not so bad. I don't think I've hugged you since that one time you thought I was weird." Omi backed up from him the minute he said that, gently shoving him off with a weak smile.

"Sorry, that I said that too." He just shrugged, he already knew that. Omi just walked to the closet and pulled out a long sleeve shirt before pulling it on over his t-shirt and wiping his face with the sleeves.

"Omi. If this new school your going to is anything like the other, I think they would have told you. Given you real specific rules and stuff." He nodded reassuringly but Omi just turned around to him with a pink nose and sad expression. "They would have told you. If not we can ask and find out. Cause…I don't think it's a good idea you go to that school, if…that…is the kind it is." He waited for a response. Omi didn't seem to know what school he was in, who he could ask, or what he could do about it if he was indeed in a school that could practice corporal punishment. He was already told he was to go for a year, and like a death sentence Omi excepted it with out hope it could be changed. "Ok?" He asked and Omi nodded slightly. "Now lets go before Aya and Yohji decide we're dead and lay claim on the room." He smirked his joke and Omi smiled weakly following him downstairs before gapping at the loud commotion in the store. They had never been so busy. There were residents and school girls everywhere, and with every flower Yohji so dashingly gave away Aya looked that much closer to the aneurysm that would kill him.

"You two!" Aya barked on sight of them. "You can bet you both have dishes tonight now start helping." they both nodded and stumbled into the circus as Aya shoved them forward to the crowd of flowers and people.

All of them bust their butts even when Mr. Brine came in the doors and grinned at all the madness and four boys struggling to deal with it without loosing their tempers or merchandize. Until finally they got to kick everyone out with much satisfaction and get ready for dinner.

"Hurry up boys!" Mr. Brine grinned at them as Omi kept washing all the dishes, Yohji heated up what he had made earlier with Aya, and he set the table. All of them quickly grabbed ther plates, and food before sitting down ready to eat and exhausted with the days events. "Finally." Mr. Brine grinned at the pasta, salad, bread and broccoli. "Wonderful, and I have big news for you also." They all started digging in, ignoring Mr. Brine's chatter as they goofed off and stuffed their faces with wide grins. "How was your first day Tsukiyono?" Mr. Brine asked suddenly.

Omi stopped eating with Mr. Brine's question. "Fine." Omi answered, and he glanced at the boy whom quickly continued eating offering nothing more than his half ass answer. Mr. Bring nodded slightly, and though he could tell the man was hoping for more he didn't pry.

"Ah sir." He leaned into the table some, and Mr. Brine looked over to him. "The school is it, it's private right?"

"Supposed to be good Hidaka." Mr. Brine nodded. "Or at least I hear good things."

"Well…do they use corporal punishment there Sir?" He asked and Mr. Brine stopped eating before lowering his fork a little.

"…Are you asking me if they do things like we do things?" Mr. Brine asked slowly growing a smile. "Going to…line up the students when they miss behave and…tan them with…rulers? Or canes?" He nodded and Mr. Brine chuckled, obviously amused with what he thought was a joke. Omi on the other hand had stopped eating and went a little pale. "Pull Tsukiyono up in front of his class and…tan him red when he misbehaves?"

"Hahha!" Yohji started laughing immediately. "Ken what's wrong with you!? You got a sick mind buddy." Yohji laughed slapping his back. "What do you have, a public fetish or something?!"

"What?!" He made a face shoving the blonde away and Aya choked a laugh while Mr. Brine groaned through a smile. "Hahah no!"

"SHUT UP!" They jumped with Omi's scream. Omi's blue eyes glaring at all of them as he stood up. "I can't believe *you* guys would *laugh* at me! Fuck YOU!" His eyes were a little wide as he watched Omi shove his chair away and start stomping for the stairs.

"What!?" Yohji choked, struggling to swallow what was in his mouth as Mr. Brine threw his napkin at the table and turned around in his chair.

"What did he just say?" Mr. Brine ased frowning at Omi whom was almost up the stairs before stopping as Mr. Brine yelled a "Get Back Down here Tsukiyono!" Glaring at Omi's thin little body that stood where he was wiping the tears from his eyes quickly before sniffling as more just ran down his face. Standing still until Mr. Brine got up and started over to him.

"Mr. Brine!" He stood up immediately, he should probably maybe mention to Mr. Brine that what the guy said musta been accurate for Omi to get so upset. "Wait I-" He frowned as Mr. Brine just grabbed Omi by the ear and drug his thin body back to the table before roughly shoving him into his seat. Omi's wide eyes swept over at all of them a bit startled, but he didn't making a move to hid his tears since they all knew he was already crying.

Mr. Brine started back to his chair and Omi jumped back up. "SIT!" Omi stopped dead, lowering slightly "Sit Down Tsukiyono." Mr. Brine ordered stopping to glare and Omi slowly sunk back into his chair. "Now." The man sat back down with a heavy sigh before looking right at Omi whom went rigid. "We'll deal with what you said at a later date, for now I want to apologize." Yohji ran a hand onto Omi's shoulder but the boy yanked away giving the blonde a death look. "I hadn't realized you had such a…small sense of humor for corporal punishment Tsukiyono." Mr. Brine nodded softly at Omi whom just continued to glare at him while breathing heavily. "Alright? I apologize. I was not laughing at you."

"We weren't laughing at you either Omi." Yohji smiled at Omi's upset little face which suddenly went from defensive and furious, to confused he wasn't being punished for swearing, and they were all apologizing to him.

"We don't laugh at our own team members here Tsukiyono." Mr. Brine stated with a smile. "It's bad for team morale." Omi just let out a muffled sound and leaned into one of his hands to relax. "As for when I was starting towards the stairs, what was it you wanted Hidaka? Did you have something to tell me?" Mr. Brine asked turning to him.

"Well I-" He stopped when Omi's eyes flicked up at him.

"You will not." Omi hissed glaring at him before jumping as Mr. Brine smacked the table.

"That s it Tsukiyono. We've apologized, and you've worn my patients. Get upstairs to bed." Mr. Brine ordered pointing towards the stairs and Omi roughly shoving his chair back and stomped for the stairs. "And those Lights BETTER BE OUT!" Mr. Brine yelled before sighing at the -Yes SIR!- Omi called back which sounded as though he'd love to strangle the man. "Hidaka?" Mr. Brine turned to him.

"Well I wanted to know the answer to my question sir. About the corporal Punishment." he quickly covered.

"No Hidaka." Mr. Brine frowned the answer at him like he was an idiot. "Do you think I would send one of my assassins to a school where they practice corporal punishment? That's terrible."

"Why?" Aya frowned.

"Yeah why?" Yohji asked. "We use it."

"That is something different entirely Kudou." Mr. Brine said pointing at Yohji with his fork to firm his point. "You boys are all on the same level here, and you know I don't despise any of you."

"That's right you love us, right sir?" Yohji grinned, leaning to Mr. Brine and wiggling his eyebrows.

"Kudou I just sent Tsukiyono to bed at six o'clock. In a moment you'll be up there with him." Yohji sighed and sat back in his chair disappointed his joke didn't go over. "It's bad for your personal strength if I send you to a school where some teachers giving you what for I mean…come on." He smiled as Mr. Brine started laughing at the concept while eating. "It's a real thing though boys." Mr. Brine added suddenly and Aya and Yohji looked surprised. Not him though, Omi had already killed that eyebrow raise for him. "Tsukiyono went to a school that practiced such, I hadn't known he had experienced it first hand or I would have been more consciences of my word choice." He looked down at his dish with Mr. Brine's comment. The guy couldn't image how right he was. "Still, we have more important things to discuss other than Tsukiyono's tantrums. I have big news for the three of you?" They were all eager to hear this already. "Two of you, will take a four day stay with the other team." They all frowned. "We're playing musical chairs boys, two of them will come here, and two of you will go there."

"Two?" He frowned and Mr. Brine nodded.

"Yes. I am asking for volunteers, only for four days, nothing tricky. Just a day in the life of the other team."

"Yeah but sir…" Aya made a face. "With all do respect the other team is sick." Yohji nodded but Mr. Brine just sighed.

"It's not my call, it will be for this upcoming weekend and Monday and Tuesday. Kudou if you don't object I wouldn't mind getting you out of the house." Mr. Brine sent Yohji a smile, and the blonde laughed.

"I guess if some of us have to go than ok." Yohji shrugged.

"I'll go too than." He raised his hand when he saw Aya's move.

"Fine. Kudou, Hidaka, it will be you two." Mr. Brine nodded a -it's settled- and Aya made a face, frowning at no one cause he wanted to go.

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Mm has anyone tried those berry burst cheerios!? They're yummy! Hehe. Anyway, thanks for reading for me!! Please drop a review!! *suspenseful music* ohm a day in the life of the other team *dum dum dum* what will that be like? And…who will actually go??

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