A/N: This one is WEIRD! Don't worry – it's just for this chapter... and a little bit of next chapter. Hey, someone dies in this one.. and Ken and Omi get it on! So, when you start getting confused... believe me... it's on purpose. Anyway. Pease don't hit the back button!
Such Great Heights
By Ayanagami
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They will see us waving from such great heights
"Come down, now" They'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
"Come down, now" But we'll stay
- Such Great Heights, Chorus, by Postal Service
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After Lunch, Omi didn't hide in the computer lab – oh, no, that boy wasn't stupid! He found refuge, instead, in the library. Well, maybe he was a little dumb – after all, library was the second place Ken looked for him. Oh, yes, Ken was the one sent to drag him back to gym. When Omi saw him over the top of his book, coming towards him with a look on his face that said everything he needed to know, his first thought was - Oh, holy freaking crap, all I need is a crystal ball and a goofy name and I'm all set! (Note: This was a pun towards fortune tellers)
Ken placed his hand on the table across from Omi, but as he opened his mouth to say something, not looking at all pleased to be sent to chase Omi around the school, the Goth fell off his chair, in a half-conscious attempt to flee. Groaning, he peeked over the edge, meeting Ken's eyes. The Jock was scowling. Probably wanted to go off with his friends, play soccer, lose a few more brain cells, listening to heavy metal or... (shudder) rap. I bet he's a poser! Omi thought ferociously to himself.
"What the hell?" Ken's expression was like.... O_o
Omi was all like.... o.o;
(The author was all like XD)
"Keep your voices down." The old librarian warned as she walked by their table, a few books in her arms. They blinked at the librarian, then at each other, silent until Omi spoke, in his 'indoor voice'.
"I guess that you're here to drag me to Gym, huh?"
"You could say that..."
Yeah, and I could also say screw you.
Ken reached across the table, hand stretched to enclose Omi's wrist. The Goth barely had time to snatch up his backpack before Ken tugged him in the direction of the library's exit. Stumbling, Omi pressed against the teal-eyed boy as they emerged into the deserted hallways, Ken stopping to say something to Omi – instead, they both ended up on the floor – again – Omi making strange noise and trying to wiggle away. Ken's brain became confused, at that moment, as to how his body came to be on the floor, instead of on his feet... His hand went slack and Omi scampered down the hallway.
"Wha-?" Ken, seeing Omi disappear around the corner, was decidedly... disgruntled. Grunting and pulling himself to his feet in his own clumsy way, (Ken? Clumsy? Naaaw... O.o) he gave chase, tottering around the corner only to glimpse the blond flashing around another corner.
*
There is absolutely no way in hell that I'm going to let Ken drag me to Gym! Omi thought as he barreled down the hallway, not watching where he was going, not even thinking that there might be a pole somewhere that he might run into... He could hear his own footsteps along with Ken's echoing off the walls, but soon, he ignored all sounds and just told his legs to run!
Many things passed through his brain during this once in a lifetime exercise. Most of them were cusswords, though. What was worth being mentioned was lost amid these cusswords, never to be retrieved again...
Bumping hard into another person, Omi squeaked and fell back, landing on his butt. (Ass! Ass!)
"What the hell? Watch the hell where you're going, you depraved fag!" A blond girl with a bubblegum-colored top that was waaaay too small for her exclaimed in annoyance, looking down her nose at Omi, who groaned as he got up, rubbing his head.
"Just because you get more action than me doesn't mean you should rub it in – after all, sleeping with the entire male population of the school is as much action as you can get... until you go pro. The world is your oyster!"
"Omi, you dick!" She screeched, a sound that could cut asunder many eardrums – however, Omi was screeched at so much, he was nearly immune to the attack. (Obviously he pisses her off a lot, huh?)
"I have one, but you're not getting anywhere near it!"
The bubblegum wrapped cheerleader reached out a clawed hand and struck the Goth across the cheek with a speed not even Omi could follow. Blinking, stunned for a moment, Omi slowly touched his burning face, mouth open as he tried to comprehend what had happened.
"You... little... whore..." Scowling fiercely, Omi snaked out his hand and slapped the girl back, who yelped and cradled her injured cheek.
"Jerk!" Slap!
"Slut!" Slap!
"Queer!" Slap!
"Bitch!" Slap!
"Dicklicker!" Slap!
"Pepto Bismal Prostitute!"
By this time, however, Omi had gotten carried away... and as he hand swung to deal a stinging blow on her cheek, his fist closed and...
She stared at him from her position on the floor, knocked flat on her ass.
*
"Where the fuck did he go?" Ken wondered to himself as he wandered the hallways, a scowl across his face. Far off, he heard the sound of two cats fighting... Must be the cheerleaders.
*
With a shriek, she charged the Goth who somehow adopted a look of 'deer caught in the headlights'. They landed on the floor, but neither wasted any time before tearing into each other.
*
Those cats are starting to sound really weird...
*
Panting, Omi crawled out from under the cheerleader, resting on his hands and knees as he stared at the floor. Blinking at the lack of noise from the cheerleaders, he cocked his head to glance over his shoulder...
There was a pool of blood spreading from under the girl, her face slack and skin beginning to cool. Omi could swear that, from somewhere within the hallways of school, he could hear someone's triumphant laughter and the words 'You win!' (If no one gets this, that's okay; think Mortal Kombat.)
"I..."
"Killed Sara Lee!" Came a voice from behind him... or in front of him... whatever. Whipping his head around, at first all he saw were a pair of black and white sneakers... letting his gaze wander upwards found a pair of jeans... an orange sweater tied around a waist and... no, wait, the sweater gave it away; Ken.
"I don't want to go to Gym!" Omi cried, lacking any other words. Ken adopted a strange look on his face, backing away a few steps and raising his hands in a defensive gesture.
"Hey, if you feel like that..."
"Ah..." Omi blinked at Ken.
Ken coughed.
*
"Damn; for a cheerleader, she's really heavy!" Ken complained as they dragged Sara's bloody corpse through the hallways of the school.
"Dead bodies are heavier than live ones – that's just how it is." Omi replied, readjusting his grip on Sara's left wrist.
"They smell worse, too."
"No, this is just how Sara always smells."
"Uh." Ken didn't have much more to say on the matter. But then a different issue arose. "She has a lot of blood."
"..." Omi didn't bother replying. Of course she had a lot of blood!
"And... it's leaking everywhere..."
Slowly, the Goth was getting the picture. "So...." Looking over his shoulder, he realized that the girl's blood was leaking... all over the floor. It was smearing along the tiles as they dragged her... which was a bad thing. "Crap."
"What do we do?" Ken asked, stopping and stretching his back.
"Well... Let's just worry about her body... and afterwards about all this blood."
"Okay." They resumed dragging the corpse; their spirits lifted as they saw the back exit, leading out to the football field. They ran into another problem as they dragged Sara Lee down the stairs, across the pavement and over the grass....
"She's still bleeding."
Omi dropped the cheerleader's left arm and sat down with his face in his hands. "I didn't mean to kill her! Fuck! How the hell am I supposed to get blood out of both the hallways and grass?"
Ken, in effort to comfort the distressed Goth, knelt by the blond and placed his hand on Omi's shoulder, saying, "Well, it could always rain... wash away the blood and all..."
Sniffing, Omi raised his face and looked at Ken. "You think so?"
Ken opened his mouth to reply, but a clap of thunder drowned his first word out. It started raining. Omi burst into tears.
"Why the hell are you crying?" Ken said, dumfounded.
"Sara Lee's body's going to get heavier, now!"
"Ah, shit."
It obviously hadn't occurred to him.
"Can we bury her now?" Omi whined, sitting back on the grass petulantly.
Ken looked around, surveying the area. "Well... I guess... it is in the football field...."
"Yay!" Omi cheered even as the rain began pouring down harder. "Eh... wait... I thought you were a jock."
"I only like soccer. Football players are morons." Ken spotted the supplies shack across the field and set off in a jog. "Be right back – I'm going to go get some shovels."
"Okay...." As Ken left the area, Omi stood up finally, and started muttering a prayer over the dead cheerleaders body.
"Sara Lee, you were a demon in life, wearing atrociously slutty clothing, too much pink, and sleeping around with half of the male student body. I'm sure I speak for a lot of people, including those you've infected with various STD's, when I say... BACK TO HELL, DEMON!!!!!"
.... Wonder if we get to beat her with the shovels before we bury her....? Omi thought almost absentmindedly. By that time, Ken had returned with two shovels, and, handing one to Omi, began selecting a site to begin digging.
"What were you just doing?"
"Oh... saying a prayer..." Omi answered, vaguely.
"That was nice."
"Yeah." Omi agreed.
"Hey, why are we in the principle's office?" Omi wondered aloud. He could have sworn that he was just burying a dead cheerleader...
"We finished burying Sara Lee, don't you remember?" Someone said to his left – he angled his head and looked at Ken, who was making a 'something really funny is going on with you, man' face.
"Uhh... obviously not." Omi responded with a 'what, do I have to state the obvious, here?' face.
"Huh... maybe you've hit your head one too many times..." Ken peered closer, brows knitting together as he tried to inspect Omi's head. After a few prods, Omi slapped his hand away.
"Knock it off!" He snapped, glaring. Ken just gave him an amused look, and leaned in closer, a strange gleam in his eyes. Omi swallowed, and backed away a few feet. "I said knock it off!"
"...or what?" Ken followed his backtracking, and the Goth soon found himself flush against the wall. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place! Ken's hard place.... (No! Naughty thoughts!)
"Or...." Omi's mind took a tiny break in that instant, but, sensing danger, canceled the plane trip and lunch in the Bahamas. "What do you mean 'or'? Just stop it!"
"Okay." Ken took an innocent step backward; before Omi could lower his hackles, though, the Jock lunged at him, pinning him to the wall. Omi knew he was dead.
"I said sto-" He was interrupted by Ken's mouth descending upon his, cutting off his exclamation... and source of oxygen. For a very. Long. Time.
During which...
Holy shit!? We just got done burying the sluttiest, most annoying cheerleader the world has to offer, and this guy wants to stick his tongue down my fucking throat? Omi's mind screamed.
What the fuck! Is he turned on by the fact that I killed someone or something!??
Then...
Uh... wait... I'm getting really light headed...
And... the clock says it's four thirty... it's really dark....
I think I'm losing consciousness...
Omi's eyes rolled back and he went limp, almost a second before Ken pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The Jock blinked down at the blond, realizing the boy had been knocked out by his kiss.
"Hey, I didn't know I had super powers."
The blond coughed a few times, his body jerking with each grating hack as he regained consciousness, his lungs filling with air...
"You don't....(cough) you just... (hack, wheeze, twitch) cut off my supply of oxygen."
Ken gave him a weird look. "You know, you could have breathed through your nose."
Omi scowled, rolled his hand into a fist, and let it fly into Ken's shoulder. (No more head shots – the poor soccer player needs all the brain cells he can salvage.) "And what the hell are you doing kissing me, anyway?! I told you no!"
Ken looked hurt. "You didn't like it?"
"No!"
"... let me try again." Ken swooped down – was Omi ready this time? No. Did he pass out this time... well, no, not this time. Because Ken really decided to make this a make-out session (as one sided as it was). Once he was finished with the blonde's mouth, he traveled to newer, brighter futures. Take Omi's neck, for instance. Yup, he went there. Got a whole lot of lip action there. Hey, even nibbled a little on his shoulder, too!
And, as much as Omi (though he wasn't all that coherent while Ken was doing this) didn't want to like it.... by damn, he did. A lot.
Pretty soon... Omi began kissing back. We're not sure why – he just did. Besides, it felt real nice... and, hell, it made Ken real happy, too. Happy enough to slide his hands up Omi's shirt... or, one up his shirt... the other... went south for the winter...
Ken decided to squeeze... something... (O.o) a little at that moment, and as Omi arched his back in response, he saw a figure in the doorway, illuminated slightly by a sting of lightening from behind.
Their long, blond hair (it was fake, you could tell) was tangled and dark, wet and plastered to their school as they leaned to one side, eyes wide and blank. Their skin, despite cosmetics, was pale and tinted strangely. Eww... and they smelled bad, too!
"Sara Lee?!"
A/N: Again. Okay – SEE? I told you it was weird! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this... weird... installment. Sorry it took so long... yadda yadda yadda...
Well! I got lots of suggestions for what Ken's music preference should be! Ranging from Indie Rock (got lots for that) to country (ha! DIE NOW!) some even didn't think that Ken should like music at all. But I saw one that... well... how do you guys feel about... :giggles insanely: .... disco? Also, another person gave me a suggestion – Ken should like The Offspring. I don't know. I could see him listening to them. (I agree with you! The Offspring are awesome! I want to get their new CD!) So, it's between disco (the most original), indie rock (the most voted for) and ... The Offspring (just... there...) or he could like The Offspring as a side thing. What'cha'all think? I love hearing from you guys... I almost never finished this chapter, but then I remember all of you, and... ^^ I feel a lot better now. So! Review and tell me your opinion! (Also, if you see any errors, feel free to point them out to me – I'm one of those weirdoes who like being corrected. O.o – on that note thank you person who told me the correct lyrics for the main song! If you would be so kind as to email me all of them....?)