Chapter 17

While I Was on Holiday

DivineAngel

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He watched Yohji's pen move slowly, making a weak outline of…something. "No I can't sneak you any beer Yohji." He said with a smile when he recognized the picture. This was the first sign of humor Yohji had shown all day, and it was only because the blonde wanted him to leave him alone. Yohji had been in constant counseling his entire hospital stay, and was still counseled all the way up to yesterday in their own home. Now Yohji was in bed, and he had spent his day lying on Aya's side for comfort. Wishing he could have laid there since last night because Yohji needed so much help. If no one was in his room, he never came out or said a word. The blonde was extremely pale and weak and when he did get up he needed help, and when he didn't…Yohji hardly moved. "Do you want to come downstairs?" He asked quietly but Yohji just looked away from him and said nothing. "Yohji listen to me…it's sorta boring in your room come on." He teased and he got the slightest smile from the lanky lips. "Lets get up, you can take a shower and wash your hair?" He tempted…he knew this deal would seem enticing to normal Yohji. Only problem was this didn't seem like normal Yohji. This Yohji was quiet and sad, a shell of the guy he really knew; and to think, Aya called him a shell of the guy they all knew when he was thrown out of the J-league. It was hard for him then, but he hoped he wasn't like this. If he was, he didn't mean to be, and he made a mental note to thank Omi someday for hanging around in there room while he laid there and said nothing, nor moved. Omi was patient, but no one was that patient.

He shuddered, just remembering a little of that. He had concluded that thee most awful event to have happened to him, in his life…and many bad things had happened in his life all right. None of which however, had caused him to barricade himself in the bathroom, or royally piss off his roommate. Which is exactly what his failure in the J-league, what he had at the time thought was the worst thing ever, had done. He could still remember Aya screaming at him through the bathroom door…then the insane quiet. He couldn't figure out what Aya was doing until Omi quietly asked the red head from the other side and he learned Aya was unscrewing the hinges. So, he promptly took a bath. Aya might be able to take away the door, but he couldn't take away the tub. The squint he had received from the red head that day, was forever burned into his mind.

Still, like Yohji he became anti-social, and moody, with a loss of appetite and all the other little dilemmas his bottle of Zoloft had described. He treated Omi terribly, until the boy left and spent three nights in with Aya and Yohji and Aya got so pissed the red head resulted to Non, non-violent actions which made him apologize. That was about the same time Mr. Brine put him in therapy everyday for an few hours. He only needed a week, and Aya's constant supervising, and Omi's constant cheerfulness, and that girl that Yohji hooked him up with for that very delightful and memorable night. Now he was ok, he had made it threw. He lost the J-league and missed everything that it was and that it made him but…he suppose your not allowed to be a famous soccer player and a secret assassin all at the same time.

Now it was Yohji whom suffered all the little dilemmas his bottles of medication bulleted, and he understood them the best. Better than Aya who was back into constant supervision mode, or Omi who tried relentlessly to be helpful, and most often overly so. In a stupid way, he felt good because he knew the most about what Yohji was going through than anyone, and he was already close to the blonde.

"Alright then." He suddenly shot, sending the lapsing silence in the room to a halting stir that made Yohji glance at him. "I'll decide for you." He said dragging himself off the bed he'd been on for the last seven hours and stretching. "I am picking shower and shampoo." He grinned at the green eyes which were starting to glare at him. Annoyed he was picking, but a little glad a shower was coming. "Now." he walked over to Yohji's drawers and opened one. "What do we want to wear?" He grinned, that was a good question. "How about something really…" he started digging, Yohji had a lot of clothes. "I would have said comfortable but from the look of everything in here." He stopped pulling out a pair of women's underwear, and cocking an eyebrow at the second slight smile he got. "Aya have a secret?" he chuckled.

"Ra-Rachel. Long time ago." Yohji rasped.

"No way." He frowned. "I thought it would have taken you at least two weeks to get through her panties." He sighed dropping them back into the drawer when Yohji sighed. "Come on, lets just wear this and this." He pulled out Yohji's wind pants and a gray t-shirt and the blonde frowned slightly. As though he were disappointed with his ability to relish in fashion, but not at all annoyed with what he would wear. Yohji was useless now.

He walked over and gently hooked his arms under Yohji's. Carefully taking the blonde's weight as he slid him to his feet in a loose pair of pj pants and nothing else. "Mm" Yohji groaned for a moment, getting a better grip on his arm.

"Ok, come on." He tugged slightly, holding Yohji closer as they both hobbled to the bathroom and shut the door just as the downstairs opened and Omi got home from school. "Whew" he threw Yohji a grin as the blonde leaned into the sink letting him start the shower and find Yohji's shampoo. "We just missed Omi, good thing." He grinned testing the water with his hand. Knowing Omi he might either be overly happy, or overly crabby depending on how his school day went, and then with Yohji hurt, Omi'd try to channel whichever one he was into the blonde to be helpful.

"Ken."

"Yeah?" He turned to Yohji's rasp and frowned when he caught his tightened features. "Do you want some air?" He watched Yohji nod quickly, and he shot back to the bedroom and grabbed Yohji's small face mask and oxygen tank. Yohji grabbed it and started breathing slow heavy breaths with eyes locked on him the second he handed it over before slowly laying a hand on his shoulder. "You scared me you…ass hole." He said frowning, because he was so upset that this mess happened.

"I missed you Ken." He closed his eyes with the mumble before leaning into Yohji for the hug the blonde needed. Yohji was just hanging onto his body for support as he smiled over his shoulder. So glad Yohji wasn't dead. "There was a nurse…" Yohji rasped, with just a bit of the familiar -story time- tone he always had when he told them something spectacular or ridiculous.

"Yeah." He grinned stepping back and helping Yohji drop his clothes and get to the actual shower before letting him climb in behind the curtain himself.

"Named…Joyce…was gonna get you a date…with her."

"Hahaha." He started laughing. "Mr. Brine has a tape of you sneaking out Yohji." He said his smile slowly fading that wasn't as funny as it used to be now that he had to feel a percentage of those dates and times on his ass. A laughed -Does he.- came from under the water. "Yup. Do you know you made it out of here dozens and dozens of times?" He sighed when Yohji laughed, at least the guy was laughing. "Mr. Brine got us with the monster for this you know." Yohji was quiet for a moment. "I took thirteen and Omi took a few less….Aya won't tell me how much he took, just said it stung like a bitch."

"That must of hurt." Yohji muttered after a moment of thinking.

"It did idiot." He frowned at the calm reply before the water shut off and the curtain opened.

"Sorry Ken." He nodded grabbing Yohji a towel and handing it to the guy. "I never thought…the price of getting laid would be so painful for my friends….haha.'

He grit his teeth into a smile. "You're a dick Yohji. I literally couldn't sit down."

"I'll have to apologize to Omi." Yohji snickered.

"What!? Apologize to me again! I'd like to hear it, I felt like I was on fire." He frowned but Yohji just continued drying off with a smile.

"Yeah but…that must have been traumatizing for our little chibi."

He was quiet for a moment, watching Yohji just finish drying his hair before taking a soft step to his clothes. "Don't tell me your going to call him that from now on?" He finally asked.

"I am thinking on it." Yohji answered calm and matter o'factly. "I think its appropriate and cute."

"He'll love it." He snickered as a wide grin spread over his face. Yohji tugged on his wind pants and everything else before turning to him with a heavy sigh. "Let's go downstairs." He said opening the door, before stopping as Yohji shook his head. "Come on, it's probably better for you to move around." He scolded, giving Yohji whom stood there with wet hair breathing through the his little mask a look. "Well I said I am deciding so your going downstairs so come on." He beckoned a few times and Yohji reluctantly came at him with a few slow steps before letting him help support some of his weight. Slowly they made it downstairs together, and Yohji took two of his pills on the stairs. "Are you hungry?" He asked, trying to stay cheerful and optimistic.

"No." Yohji grumbled.

"Do you want some eggs?"

"No."

"Alright I'll make you toast with them." he said and Yohji frowned at him as he went to the fridge and took the eggs out.

"You're a horrible cook Ken. You'll probably kill me." Yohji grunt standing still now that he had no help walking.

He shrugged, placing the frying pan on the burner before grunting a "Probably." He ignored the downside of the comment and began cracking a few eggs into the pan when Aya came in and helped Yohji sit down with a satisfied smirk before turning to him. "What are you doing Ken?" Aya made a face as the guy caught him cooking.

"Making eggs." He answered.

"Here let me do it, you sit with Yohji." Aya quickly ordered walking to the stove and shoving him aside. He frowned at whom Aya quickly did lots of stuff to the pan which would supposedly save his food before muttering a "Or make the toast." He sighed and settled for that. He dropped some bread into the toaster and settled himself leaning into the counter directly behind Aya attempting to burn holes into him with his eyes. "Stop smiling at me Ken." Aya spit, still back to him cooking the eggs. "Get the butter happy man."

"Psh." He grunt, but got the butter.

"Hi guys." Omi greeted cheerfully, walking in before stopping dead at the sight of Yohji at the table, in sports clothing and a oxygen mask. "Yohji-kun! shouldn't you be in bed?" Omi asked concerned while quickly sinking into a chair next to the blonde.

"Yeah…Probably." Yohji grunt, giving him a sly look and he just smiled popping the toast before it was done so no one tried to accuse him of setting any fires. He really didn't want to repeat the oven incident again.

He gladly took the frying pan from Aya as Mr. Brine called him from upstairs. Ha, he made eggs fine he thought before looking up as Yohji started talking. "What have you all done while I was on holiday?" Yohji asked mumbling to them while trying to keep good spirits, or at least fake it. Yohji was getting tired just sitting and moving around.

"You wouldn't believe us if we told you Yohji-kun." Omi sighed, with his chin in his hands leaning into the table watching him cook before glancing at Aya whom came walking rather stiffly with a sour expression. "What happened to you Aya-kun?" Omi asked sitting up with a frown.

"I got caught for sneaking out last night." Aya spit bitterly.

"Did you use my window!?" Omi shot immediately annoyed, but Aya shook his head and Omi sunk to a calm pleasant. "Oh." and sat quiet for a moment before curiosity got the better of him. "Why were you sneaking out?" Omi asked, tone as polite as possible.

"I had to buy cigarettes." Aya answered and Omi made a face before turning to Yohji who mumbled a -sorry.- Aya just shook his head and dismissed the crime, punishment, and any apologies for it all at once.

"Are you in a lot of trouble?" He asked buttering the toast before tossing it to a plate.

"I would have been, but I told Mr. Brine if I didn't come back and cook you would take my place." Aya grinned shifting the eggs onto a dish before looking up at him. "So he said I can take it later."

"Oh shut up! Mr. Brine did not let you off." He growled ripping the plate from Aya as the red head laughed.

"Omi. Go sit across from me, so I can sit next to Ken." Yohji request gently patting Omi's back as he brought the eggs and toast over. Omi got up, with a bit of a frown and started around the table before stopping dead as Yohji muttered a "Thanks chibi." Omi's face was a little dumbfounded, and a little baffled when he turned to Yohji like he thought he heard wrong before frowning when he started chuckling. His attempt to keep from laughing was more pathetic than laughing itself and Omi left annoyed, so Aya took his seat.

"Ken did you know we need partners for our system final?" Aya nodded at him and he muttered an -okay.- That was Aya's indirect he wanted him for a partner, and that was his indirect good, I needed one too, right back.

"What thing?" Yohji asked chewing slowly, and both he and Aya tried to ignore the way Yohji wasn't shoveling the food in like he used to.

"Some anatomy thing we're doing. You missed it." Aya shrugged taking some of Yohji's eggs from his plate with his fingers and eating. "Not very interesting, we'll catch you up."

"We saw the other team while you were out Yohji." He stated and Yohji stopped eating and turned to him surprsed. "I went with Omi." He continued, taking some of Yohji's eggs too.

"How was it?" Yohji asked. "Did you miss me there?" the blonde smiled

He grunt for a moment, Yohji had no idea how true that was. "Yes. Omi too. The other team is, just like they are on video. It wasn't as perverted when we were there but….they really are freaks."

"Freaks?" Yohji repeated chewing slightly, and he nodded.

"Freaks." He confirmed nodding again before turning to Omi whom came back in frowning and sat down across from him next to Aya. "Omi." He put a finger up towards Yohji to silence the blonde. "What would you say about the other team." Omi's frown turned into a little squint aiming at him annoyed. "Seriously. I am being serious. What would you say?"

Omi's squint got tighter for a moment before dropping to the table with a heavy sigh. "I hate them." Omi muttered.

"No." He spit and Omi looked up. "Describe them with one word."

"Fuckers." Omi answered immediately.

"HA-ugh-hahaha!" Aya choked on his egg before laughing at Omi whom just sat there watching with a blank face. "Hha ha Fuckers, hhaahaha." Aya continued, before suppressing his laughs into a few silent chuckles and then strong smile.

"What's the matter with both of you." Yohji smiled beginning a slow scolding as the blonde motioned around the table with his hand. "I leave for a few days and the next thing I know…you've got the chibi saying the F word."

"Shut up Yohji-kun! I can swear if you guys can!" Omi barked. " I can say Fuck all I want too! And why are you calling me that!?" Omi demanded.

"Hahhaha." He started laughing too. He was waiting for Omi to say something, he just didn't think it's be in a stand up comedian speech form. Omi just looked so hysterical, desperately wanting to know and flaunting a cute pout supposed-death glare at the same time. He couldn't help but laugh, and Aya wasn't doing any better either.

Yohji on the other hand sat chewing with a straight face while Omi frowned. "Call you what?" Yohji asked innocently.

"You Know what Yohji-kun." Omi hissed. "That fucker other team called me small too, but I never thought my own team would do it!" Omi stood up, slamming his hands on the table while aiming his squint at Yohji's calm chewing face. He stopped laughing, if he kept at it, it would just be mean.

"Omi." Yohji smiled. "Sit back down hunny." Yohji nodded his fork towards Omi's chair. "I am not calling you chibi because I am making reference to your stature alone. I have given you a nick name that merely sums you up completely…and it's very cute. Now sit. I missed you while I was on holiday." Yohji said pointing back at Omi's chair with his fork while keeping a straight face, and Omi's mouth slid open as a dazed look to hold of his features. It were as though Omi couldn't figure where to start his argument first. The fact he had been called more than small but cute physically and mentally, the fact Yohji was not on holiday but shot and in the hospital, or the fact he was called hunny, told to sit, and chibi would be his knew nick name. To him, it looked like Yohji's words had smacked Omi upside the head, and the boy was struggling to get his vision back. "Come on sit." Yohji repeated, pointing again with his fork and Omi quietly sat down. Glancing at him as he suppressed a chuckle, but Aya kept a straight face so one out of three in Omi's book meant he wasn't being laughed at.

"How was school Omi." Aya asked stealing some more of Yohji's eggs before the blonde had a chance to stab his fingers with his fork, which he tried to.

"Why do you ask me everyday Aya-kun, I answer you the same every time." Omi replied but Aya simply shrugged and stole more eggs. Sighing Yohji growled and pushed the plate closer to him. "It was Fine." Omi sighed before turning to him. "Ken I need a partner for our system thing. Will you partner with me?"

"Can't." He grinned, stealing eggs from Yohji while the blonde was busy glaring at Aya. "I am already partnered with Aya."

"Ken!" Yohji barked once he caught him filling his cheeks because the dish was practically pushed in front of him. Aya made good eggs.

"Partnered with Aya?" Omi repeated. "Well who-Yohji-kun can I partner with you?" Omi asked turning to Yohji.

"Absolutely chibi, get me some milk." Yohji answered and Omi made a face, but got up and started for the fridge anyway. He grinned. Omi's argument wasn't done, just on pause. He knew as soon as Omi got his head straight and completed his little list of everything he wanted to address he'd bring the subject back up. He knew. He shared a room with him.

"What are we all doing in here?" Mr. Brine asked stopping at the bottom of the stairs and almost frowning at them. "Are we eating between meals?" Mr. Brine continued shooting them an -Are you?- squint.

"No sir." Omi answered immediately. "We just made eggs for Yohji-kun." Mr. Brine sighed heavily, glancing at the table where he, Aya and Yohji sat chewing as Omi poured some milk at the counter.

All of them watched the man stand there looking at them both slightly annoyed and slightly humored. So Mr. Brine's face was at a calm neutral when he point towards the basement door and chuckled a "Get downstairs and do you systems." They all got up nodding, him and Aya filling their mouths as Yohji just sat there and let them with a heavy sigh. Omi shoved the milk back into the fridge and handed the blonde the cup before following Aya downstairs, and he waited until Yohji was done before helping the blonde to his feet. Once in the basement the joined Aya and Omi whom were shifting through their work to find the anatomy info they'd needed for the systems thing.

"Aya I want to go first." He grinned at the red head, grabbing the small stack of loose leaf with his scribble writing all over it before turning to Aya.

"No I am going first." Aya spit and he sighed and put his papers back down. It was probably smarter not to argue with Aya, so instead he just pulled his shirt off, dropped it to the floor, and lay back onto their large table as Aya brought his papers and sharpie marker over. The assignment was simple. They were all given one body system Mr. Brine screwed totally out of whack. Then they had to diagram and explain how this would effect the body, as well as how to fix it to the best of their abilities. "Don't move Ken."

"Fine." He shrugged as Aya brought the marker to his chest and slowly started drawing a line. He watched until Aya had made a small box and started writing on him. Yohji was sitting at his desk breathing from his mask as Omi watched them. "Is this going to come off me?" Aya stopped for a moment and glanced at the marker.

"….Yes." Aya finally answered guiltily.

"Aya." He gave the red head a look, so Aya just shrugged and continued writing on him. Scrolling little lines all over his chest with lots of little written paragraphs as Omi sat helping Yohji do his assignment. Still, even fromwhere he was across the room being written on he could tell Omi was doing it for Yohji, so he kept his eye out for Mr. Brine until Aya finished.

"Ken you look ridiculous." Yohji said as he stood up, looking down at his chest with a frown. "Like…Frankenstein gone to school."

"Shut up!" He frowned, pulling his shirt back on over all the crap writing and small marker lines. Aya climbed onto the table without a word to the matter as he irritably brought his papers to him ignoring Yohji whom now sat watching, and Omi whom had finished the work and had fallen asleep with his head in his arms.

He gave Aya an evil grin as he brought the marker to his chest. Ready to adapt what he had drawn on his paper, to a real person. Aya only squint at him, wiggling slightly as he started making his line. "Cut it out Aya." He sighed, working hard to make it as straight as Aya's but he was bad at straight lines, and only worse with Aya moving. "Aya!"

"Cut it out Ken." Aya gave him another squint, which scrutinized his movements as he began again. Paying close attention to curve his lines over Aya's skin so the parts he was trying to point out underneath, would still be the same part.

"AYA!" HE yelled when the red head suddenly shot up from under him and scribbled a little line over a few of his words. "Your ruining my box! Stop moving!" He growled at the red head whom looked annoyed.

"Aya." Yohji called, and they both turned and looked at the smirking blonde. "Are you ticklish?"

"No." Aya deadpanned as he rolled that thought around in his head. Aya ticklish?"

"Yes you are." Yohji's smile only grew behind his breathing mask, and Aya suddenly get up and yanked his shirt on.

"Partner with Omi." Aya spit, leaving and heading upstairs.

"Fine!" He yelled after him before sighing and turning back to Yohji's wide grin, and Omi who was dead asleep. "Yohji I am partnering with you." Yohji got up slowly with only a nod, and eased himself back onto the table before remaining relatively quiet, and not much of a dick as he slowly recaptured his work on the blondes chest.

"I am going upstairs to sleep after this Ken." Yohji muttered.

He glanced at Yohji's face for a moment from where he was making a small dotted box. "Tired?" He asked.

"Very."

"It's a good idea than." His said concentrating as he slowly traced a line from the dotted box to another one. He waited a bit for Yohji to say more, to explain why the blonde brought the topic up before he gave up. "What are you asking?" He finally just asked.

"I don't like sleeping alone either." Yohji muttered before turning to him.

He finished his line and stood up to capture Yohji's eyes before turning to Omi who was still sleeping. "Give it a half an hour and we'll all go to bed. Dinner will be soon, wait…after that we'll just go to bed. Your tired, Omi's tired, and I…don't really care." He concluded shrugging.

"So your going to sleep in my room?" Yohji asked getting up with help and taking his breathing mask back.

"Sure. Omi won't care." He shrugged and walked over to the sleeping boy before shaking Omi's shoulder a few times before the boy looked up to him with a dulled expression. "Omi get up. Your partnered with…me?" He frowned slightly, glancing at Yohji. He put his on Yohji, Aya put his work on him. "Yeah with me. Aya was too ticklish for me to work with." He said grinning as Omi stood up rubbing his eyes and trudged to the table.

"Aya-kun was…ticklish?" He nodded watching Omi crawl on and start going back to sleep with a frown. "Can't believe I missed that." Omi yawned.

"CHIBI!" Omi's eyes flew open with Yohji's bark. "Get up." Yohji laughed. "You have to put yours on Aya."

Omi frowned slightly, licking his lips while running a hand through his hair. " No, Ken-kun can go first. I am working…with Ken-kun" Omi nodded with closed eyes before yawning again.

"No I am done, get up idiot." He ginned, pulling Omi off by his arm and watching him stretch a bit. "Why are you so tired?-AYA!" He called up the stairs for the red head as Omi shrugged. "AYA!" He grinned at the Aya came down the stairs rather quickly because he was yelling before becoming slightly annoyed he had been tricked. "Omi needs to put his stuff on you." he explained with a wide smile.

"No. I don't want anyone writing on me." Aya spit firmly.

"What?" He made a face, even though Omi said nothing half asleep. "But he needs to put his on someone!" Aya side glanced at Yohji. "I already put mine on Yohji! Don't be so stubborn you have to let him, or…" he trailed as Aya started shaking his head.

"No." Aya spit firmly. "Just turn in your work Omi. Mr. Brine knows you know what your doing."

"Fine." Yohji sighed, shoving his papers at Aya. "Than put mine on him, I am tired and I want to sit down." Yohji frowned, and Aya glanced at the papers and sighed at all of Omi's handwriting. "If you don't put it on him Aya. Mr. Brine will know it's not my work." Yohji chuckled.

"Arr." Aya growled as he walked over to where Omi was sitting and picked up a marker. Omi just lay back onto the table and took his shirt off with a yawn. Aya began writing with soft meticulous movements which left the sharpie on skin thee most legible of all three. Omi on the other hand, watched with eyes at half mass and a comfortable smile until there were three dotted boxes and five lines connecting them.

"This does tickle Aya-kun." Omi stated softly and he turned to his work to hide his instant smile when he and Yohji saw Omi's words make Aya's pen falter for a moment.

"Don't move Omi." Aya frowned and Omi obediently nodded and continued to lay motionless as Aya worked for another moment before stopping to look up at the boy "Don't move."

"I didn't Aya-kun." Omi said with a frown Aya simply ignored and resumed working.

"Omi." Aya stopped suddenly, looking at the blue eyes and Omi raised his eyebrows. "Don't move."

"Aya-kun! I didn't! Stop patronizing me, that's not funny!" Omi shoved the marker away as Aya went to continue and ignore him. Having to listen made Aya squint slightly and the red head completed all the work with a frown before throwing the marker to the counter and stomping off to the other side of the room.

"Are we done?" Mr. Brine asked coming down the stairs and glancing at all of them before taking a moment to study Aya's annoyed expression.

"Sir will you except mine on paper?" Omi asked offering Mr. Brine a pile of loose leaf. "I couldn't put mine on anyone." Omi said, taking his shirt back off so Mr. Brine could see Yohji's work.

"And why is that Tsukiyono? There are four of you." Mr. Brine droned.

"Well…it's because…" Omi glanced at Aya for a moment, but the red head's face had already fallen into one of his dreaded slumps which knew the end was coming. "Well cause Aya-kun is ticklish sir and I couldn't." Omi answered straight faced.

Mr. Brine almost choked a laugh right there and then, but instead the man gracefully cleared his throat and took the papers from Omi before turning to them. "Which one of you is supposed to be Kudou's work?" Mr. Brine asked.

"I am." Omi raised his hand and Mr. Brine made a face. "Aya-kun put it on me though."

Mr. Brine sighed before looking at all the little dotted lines and stuff written upon Omi's chest with a humored expression. "Good job Tsukiyono." Mr. Brine nodded approvingly.

"No it's Yohji-kun's sir." Omi corrected.

Mr. Brine grunt for a moment, before glancing up at Omi. "I know." Mr. Brine chuckled skeptically before looking over the rest of them with satisfied nods. "Now tell me boys. Was it harder to do this on a real person!? To locate real organ and mass above the skin?"

Mr. Brine turned to his "No." immediately. "It wasn't sir." he answered. "We knew where they were. The hardest part was just writing on skin. The marker was bleeding every time I wrote an m, they started looking like blobs."

"I didn't like writing y's or s's either sir." Aya added and Mr. Brine made a face remaining quiet for a moment

"You boys are idiots sometimes." Mr. Brine finally said tucking Omi's paper under his arms. "I ask you about organs, and you tell me about markers." Mr. Brine's droned lecture stopped as he started chuckling. "You all obviously know what your doing, but you sound like a bunch of idiots! Haha let's work on that shall we!?" Mr. Brine chuckled. "I AM Going to have to Arrange A Class ON How to Talk Like Your Are SMART! Hahah!" Mr. Brine laughed, thoroughly enjoying his own joke as they all frowned. Their eyes all following the man as he head upstairs with deep heavy laughter before a fast "Get up here for dinner." snapped back at them and they all grabbed their shirts and filed upstairs.

Dinner was quick, Aya was still pouting over his exposed ticklishness, Yohji was quiet and ate very little because he was so tired and without Aya or Yohji he felt like he was rambling to often, and the only things Omi said were minor small annoyed comments about his nickname and the marker being permanent. They were going to have to scrub to get it off, which he immediately attempted after dinner. Grt teeth and glaring into the mirror and the small medical boxes written onto his body like he were a corpse as he scrubbed away.

"I can't get this off." Aya spit, stopping in the open bathroom doorway with a washcloth.

"Does it look like I am doing better?" He snapped annoyed, before sighing as an apology and throwing the washcloth into the sink. He ran some more hot water over it as he tired to think of other options he hadn't come up with yet. "This just isn't working." he scowled. "Why the hell were we dumb enough to use a permanent marker!?" He demanded and Aya smiled slightly with his yell. "Aya." He sighed, leaning into the sink as he looked up at the red head. "Tell me…why am I so stupid."

Aya's smile widened with his humor. "You were born that way Ken. Don't be ashamed." Aya chuckled.

"Dick! Get out." He threw his wet washcloth at the red head whom left with a laugh as he pulled his toothbrush from the cabinet and started brushing his teeth as he wandered to his bedroom. As soon as he opened the door he frowned at Omi whom had buried himself in three or four text books on the floor with the lamp he hated. Now conveniently relocated near Omi and closer to his bed.

He ripped the toothbrush from his mouth on sight of this, before smiling. "Read all you want." He sad and Omi looked up at his wide grin with confusion. "Aya's switching with me and I am sleeping with Yohji." he explained.

"Aya-kun's sleeping in here?" Omi asked pointing to the bed slightly and he nodded causing Omi to instantly frown with concern. "Why Ken-kun?" Omi asked immediately disappointed.

He shrugged. "Yohji asked me to, just while he doesn't feel well."

"But not for permanent." Omi asked to clarify and he shook his head. The second he did Omi relaxed and shrugged looking back to his books.

"Huh." he grunt. "Glad you'll be missing me." He said sourly as he pulled his pillow off the bed to the small -Bye Ken-kun I'll be missing you- waved up at him while Omi continued reading. "Jack ass." He grinned and he heard Omi's short laugh as he left. He ignored Aya's wide smile which was still laughing at his intelligence question as he passed him in the hall before greeting the blonde on sight. "Hey Yohji." He grinned walking into the next bed and frowning. Yohji was already dead asleep, and Aya had covered him and given him plenty of pillows. At least with Omi he never came to a dead room, that damn lamp was always on and Omi was always up until he couldn't take it anymore. Every night he threatened that would be the last night, and every night Omi agreed. Then the next day, they did the same thing. It was becoming a ritual.

He lay down next to Yohji and snuggled into the blankets before jumping as a hand suddenly fell onto his shoulder. "Thought I was asleep didn't you?" Yohji muttered and he almost laughed. Yohji was almost asleep, and was trying so hard to fight if off and stay awake. If not for him, than at least for a little dignity and show of strength.

"Just go to sleep." He whispered. " I know you're tired." He said, relaxing as Yohji snuggled a bit closer to him before instantly falling asleep He smiled.

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He started walking down the hall he was in, not really sure why he was there, but it was a school so he must be there for Omi. The sign Main Office above one of the doors caught his eye and he started for it. Inside the eggshell room was cluttered with a counter facing him, and two elderly ladies working behind it. "How can I help you hun?" One lady asked looking up at him with a smiled.

"Um I am here…" he trailed not really sure why.

"Oh I know why you're here." The old woman smiled standing up and walking to the counter before sliding the sign in sheet over to him. "Your that nice young boy from the flower shop. Here sign in please." He smiled taking the pen and scribbling his name into the blank. "And your address." She added and he stopped for a moment, before squeezing the flower shop address into the square. "Alright hunny. Now just go down the hall to your right and stop at room 103. Can you do that?" She asked with a kind smile.

"Sure. Thanks." He nodded, leaving the pen on the counter and starting to his right. He couldn't help but frown as he tried to remember exactly why he was there to see Omi. Why would he have left the flower shop and gone to find the kid? They could have just called him home if they needed him.

He glanced up at all the room numbers before stopping at room 103. He glanced into the small window on the door but it was pitch black so he took hold of the doorknob and opened it a crack. "Omi?" He called sticking his head into the blackened room before quickly entering with the sound of someone crying. It was then his eyes began to adjust and he could see the rows of empty desks and one still form still at one. Omi's head snapped upright when the boy heard his name, and his body froze with tears still lingering on his cheeks as he stared at him. Omi seemed scared, or skeptical he truly was standing there and he wasn't just seeing things. "Omi what's going on here?" he threw his hand to the wall feeling around for the light switch before glancing to it, there was no light switch.

"Ken-kun?" Omi posed his name as a question while slowly raising from his chair, eyes locked on him. "Is that you for real?" Omi asked timidly.

"What the hell are you talking about? Of course it's me." He spit. "Why are you in here all alone? You little idiot?" He brightened his expression and Omi's face crashed with relief as the boy took a soft step forward before rushing to him.

"Oh Ken!" Omi cried throwing his arms about and squeezing as tight as possible. "Please bring me home! Please! I called but no one picked up the phone, they wouldn't let me leave! Please get me out of here! I Want TO GO! Plleease!" Omi begged.

"Ok." He nodded quickly backing up to get Omi off him, but the boy just hung on tighter. "OK! I said yes, of course you can come home. Why did you call? Are you sick?" He jumped as the lights were suddenly flicked on before turning around with Omi to the doorway of nuns. "What?" he frowned, but Omi stiffened in his arms. No way! There was no light switch a second ago!

"Mr. Tsukiyono. When your serving detention you know your allowed no visitors." One of the nuns spoke, Omi's breathing became hard in his arms. "Don't you?"

"B-but I-I wasn't in de-" Omi started stuttering.

"That's enough!" The same nun snapped firmly and Omi squirmed into him as she came over, pulled the boy off him by his ear.

"Hey wait a minute! This is a public school!" He yelled. "Why are you here this isn't a catholic school! He's coming home with me!" He shot pointing at the nuns, but they didn't seem to hear him. Instead the one whom held Omi's ear began yanking the boy to the door. "Hey! I am serious! I want to see the director or principal to the school NOW!"

"I am the director of the school." He spun around with a hard -Good- written all over his face. Boy was he going to give that man a piece of his mind, and then he was going to call Mr. Brine and have Mr. Brine give that man a piece of their mind!

Instead when he turned fully around his eyes widened and his heart hiccupped in shock. "What are you doing here." he growled, frowning wide eyed at the boy whom simply smiled back at him.

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