CHAPTER II

"Hello, Ken-kun.", Omi sped off from the door of the flower shop with his school bag almost chasing him.

"Omi, wait, your lunch!", I blurted hastily. "Your lunch forgot you!"

"Say that again!", Omi paused while a huge delivery truck passed by in front of him. "Can't hear you, Ken-kun!"

"Your lunch forgot you! Come back or else it would get hungry after classes."

Omi childishly ran across the street to grab the blue lunchbox resting on my palm.

"Oh, Thanks Ken-kun! Thanks for preparing my lunch! I'm really on a hurry now. Nagi's waiting for me", he made a really big grin that almost surpassed the edges of his round face. "I just hope that no nails or staple wires would manage to get tucked on my throat this time."

"Forget about it. That's not my fault anyway. You're the one who made a mistake mixing the staple wires and pepper all together."

"Oh, It's not me!", Omi blabbed back.

"And by the way, give your thanks to Yohji."

"Yohji?", Omi stared at me puzzled as the same noisy delivery truck passed by again, this time heading to the opposite direction.

"Yeah, Yohji. He prepared that lunch for you."

"Yohji! Yohji prepared this lunch for me!", Omi still looked puzzle while the edges of his lips pose like they want to give out a large smile.

"Yohji cooked this stuff for me!", this time Omi gave out a hearty chuckle.

"By and by little archer.", I shrugged, seeing Nagi's cold face a few feet away.

"Seems like your new best friend's turning nails and hammers to wait for you.

"Hello, Nagi!", Omi maid a perky approach to his night-cold new acquaintance.

"Omi, I thought… we're going to… solve this math together.", Nagi said coldly without changing his expressions.

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes.", Omi perked again. "There's still an hour before our first class begins. Sorry for the long wait!",

Nagi stared at me and I can't figure out what he means. His face has always been a mask. It's hard for me to picture out how he and Omi came to be great acquaintances. Omi has always been a perky teenager and believe it or not, he never forgets to bring about his "adventures" with Nagi every time where having that crazy conversation at dinner. I often shrug this off anyway. I just thought how could anyone possibly have an adventure with a corpse? He must be kidding, I do mean, Nagi being punished by the teacher to clean the whole classroom for an hour? Duh, of course that could be, but he can always use his powers to do such task – especially when all the students aren't around. But really, I can almost hear Omi's lively voice, which cracked the house the dinner before:

"And Ken-kun, Aya-kun, Yohji-kun, Aya-chan, that was really really funny! You can't almost picture out how our instructor looked when he saw Nagi sleeping on our Physical Education class! He immediately picked him up, shook him off, dust him off as he lie unconscious on the ground and just when he thought that my best friend's awake already, he made him jog for two miles and assigned him to clean the room for an hour! And Ken-kun, Aya-kun, Yohji-kun, Aya-chan, Nagi was really really really mad at our teacher and he used his powers to control the poor being's body and his own feet immediately dropped him to the pond! The class roared in laughter as a tiny fish wiggles on our instructor's mouth!"

"And what did Nagi do afterwards?", "Aya-chan" seemed to be the only one who showed pure interest on Omi's queer story.

"Ahmm…", Omi munched on that tasty pork chop for a while. "He asked me to do our assignments and reviews on their house this Saturday."

Ren seemed to pay much attention this time. "You do mean at Crawford's,"

"Uhuh." The young teenager still munching his dinner.

"Oh, have fun little boy. Are you going to spend the night at Schuldig's? Be on guard though, you might as well find your self in a dark cell with a sharp knife stabbed on your forehead.", Yohji laughed.

"No prob. Nagi said they would lock Farfarello that night."

"Why, all of them must be locked!", Yohji exclaimed, smiling.

"Please Aya-kun, Aya-chan and everyone else isn't holding anything against that little sleepover. Please?", Omi's blue eyes pleading.

"Ehem…", I interrupted. "I haven't said anything yet."

"Oh. You don't have to.", Yohji sneered.

"Forget it, Yohji."

"And well… Ken-kun, of course you'll want me to be there! That way, I want interrupt while you're playing your favorite playstation games!"

"Yes, of course.", I acted a bit serious making Yohji laugh boisterously.

"I do believe that you must carry your weapon with you. And don't forget your…"

"And don't forget my cellphone!" Omi continued. "I won't. I would even bring a bible and a rosary with me If you want, I know you've always known Farfarello as a de… uhmm… I know…. I know no one can save me except God… you won't dare go there anyway, I know… but please trust me… please…" And here comes Omi again.

What I do like about Omi is his fear in God. I would often see him in Sundays heading to a church. Sometimes, he would have that Bible Study with his friends… So… good…. He's so good for a former…. Oh, should I say that, a murderer… And even now, we're forcing him to bring a bow in Crawford's to at least keep himself from being totally stashed broken.

"You can go. But if something happened to you, don't blame it on us.", Ren finally made up his mind.

"You heard that Omi boy? So in case you find your self totally jaded, just dial our number and presto. Just don't blame anything on us, huh?"

Omi's eyes sparkled. " Thank you very much! I promise to behave well and count on me, I won't do anything ludicrous!", he exclaimed, hugging Aya-chan and Yohji together.

Well, that was last night. Now here comes Nagi staring at me deeply. How I wish I could control the minds of Yohji and Ren, nevertheless, I want them to change their minds and keep Omi from attending that sleepover at Crawford's. This may sound pretty exaggerated but I'm afraid Omi might bring with him the leprechauns from Schuldig's dimension.

"Ei Ken-kun, be back later! We gotta go, bye!"

Just then, I heard something and men, this is far droller than I expected. I just don't hear Yohji's faint curses and Ren's almost taciturn angry remarks; I could also smell something; like a bridge between a burnt hotdog and a mop. Yes, headache. Now as I take a few steps to the kitchen - aside from hearing and smelling, I can also see that more than half of the plates I bought in Berlin during the soccer team's day out were all broken. Scattered on the floor, I know Ren and Yohji are desperate enough to destroy my day.

"Ei, guys, what's going on here!"

"Oh Ken, there's nothing. Ren was just so pathetic today. I do believe his brain's turning soda.", Yohji angrily uttered.

Ren's weaving silence.

"I just cooked something I thought he would like. Then he went yelling at me."

Ren's weaving silence.

"And what's that look Ren? Huh, just look Ken, he's playing the role of the innocent again. Just when you came, he began playing that silly silly role."

Ren's weaving silence.

"Excuse me, but we do have something to do. Can't you see, the sun's already burning Lestat and the rest of the vampires so why the… uhmmm… now what?"

"Duh, if It's not because of Ren then…"

"What do you really think of your self! Do you think I would spare you by mixing chili extract on my rice?" Ren finally broke his silence.

"So you can't stand hot sauce, man.", Yohji sneered.

"And do you really think I would let you go near my sister!"

"Of course", the blonde flirt snickered.

"I'll kill you!"

Rest in peace Ken-kun. Now I know it's really a tough job getting stocked between a sword and a whip, literally! Their fight – this is pure comedy anyway as Ren threatens me with his sword and Yohji's reflexes pull my scalp in an attempt to throw me away - and being the peacemaker means being the clown's victim… really.

Authors note:

Next Chapter's coming soon! It would be Yohji's POV this time.