I still do not own Weiss Kreuz.
Warning: If you offended by the Jehovah Witnesses line, I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend (it's not that bad anyway)
IIIII With Weiss...
The next couple of days passed by very, very slowly. To Omi that was. No computer. He was nervous about talking to Nagi. And Ken was bugging the crap right out of him with all of his worrying! Though, working in the shop wasn't taking his mind off of Nagi either, because he kept on thinking he would come into the shop to talk to him. He was beginning to think that their outing was just a one time thing.
I think I should stop thinking about him. I mean, it was a one time thing, that's why he hasn't called. I would call him but... Omi thought as he was sweeping up the mess Ken had made. Though, thinking about how to stop thinking about him isn't helping much. Maybe I should try and find someone else?
Omi sat down, just staring at the floor.
"Hey, Omi, Earth to Omiiii!" Yohji waved a hand in front of his face.
"Huh? What?"
"The Princess is here," He said flatly.
"Oh Omiiii! Where are you?" Ouka came into the shop, her voice echoing through right towards him.
"This is the last thing that I need," Omi mumbled.
"Want me to get her out for you?"
"No. No. I'll deal with it."
Ouka came prancing over to Omi, "Hi Omi. How have you been doing?"
"Nothing really," he nervously said. He thought, Does she have to visit me every day? She's almost like a stalker!
After a minute of silence between them, Ouka asked "Can I ask you a question, Omi?"
"What?"
"Are you gay?"
Omi almost fell out of his chair. His friends did and the fangirls yelled in agony from the idea.
"W-Why do you ask?"
"I saw you with a guy yesterday in the mall. You two were having lunch. You seemed to be real friendly with eachother. I just wondered," Ouka said.
"It was a one time thing. I haven't heard from him in days anyway..." sadly said Omi as he set his head on the table that he sat at.
"Maybe you should call him!" Yohji chimed in.
"No! I want him to call me!"
"But why?"
"Cause I'm upset that he yelled at me. He must have been in a really bad mood. I was only trying to help! Why did he have to be mean?"
"Awwww..." The fangirls said.
"Maybe he was having a hard night?" suggested Ouka.
Omi blinked "Why are you helping?"
"You guys make a cute couple."
"Yaoi fangirl?"
"Yep."
"May the Earth just swallow me whole now," Omi sighed as he trudged away.
Aya asked "What do you think your doing?"
"Going to my room to angst."
"You guys, he's really depressed," Ken pointed out the obvious "I didn't know that Nagi yelling at him would make him so sad. It's not that big of a deal, is it?"
"You never were the smart one," Yohji said "Think for once Ken. Omi thinks Nagi is mad at him now. Would you be happy if you thought your boyfriend was mad with you?"
"No. I guess not. But I still don't see the point."
"Oy Vey."
"Nagi called yesterday on our home phone. He couldn't be mad," Ken said as he replaced a potted plant that he had broke. Yohji shook his head and Aya seemed angry "What? He did call."
Yohji shouted "Why did you give the phone to Omi?"
"All Nagi asked was if Omi was angry with him."
"What did you say?"
"I said I didn't know. Then Nagi said I was stupid and hung up. I still wonder how he got our home phone number..."
"That's not the point," Yohji felt as if he were talking to a dummy. Which, he was "Why didn't you tell Omi he called?"
"I guess I forgot," Ken sweatdropped, knowing he should have told his friend "It's not like I kept it from him on purpose. Why don't we tell him so he can give a call to him now? If he knows he called that means he's not mad. He just thinks that Omi's mad at him."
"So...Omi has a boyfriend?" Ouka asked.
The pencil that Aya was holding in his hand shattered into many pieces at the mention of Omi having a boyfriend.
"I think he does so you can stop stalking Omi now," answered Yohji.
"Can you guys take pictures of them together? They are just so cute!" The annoying girl chirped.
"...fangirl..."
IIIII With Nagi...
Nagi stood at the phone (Not Omi's cell phone because Crawford still had that one) deciding if he should try to call Omi again. He had forgotten Omi's cell number so he would have to chance the home phone again. If Aya picked up, he would be hung up on. If Ken picked up, it would be like talking to a wall. If Yohji picked up, there was a likely chance he could talk to Omi. If Omi picked up, Nagi might get so nervous he would hang up.
So there was a 50/50 chance he would be able to talk to Omi. Though, after he was such a jerk three days ago, he could see why Omi would be mad at him. He shouldn't have yelled at him. Especially what he said...he still couldn't figure why he exploded at Omi. It could just be stress from living with these freaks. Meaning Farf had came back covered in blood so he had to wash his clothes, and Schu came back with a serious hangover, so Nagi had to hold his hair back as he threw up in the toilet. They were stressing him so much that he was turning into a jerk!
They didn't really ask much of why he was limping a bit or where he got the bruised cheek or the cut. He just gave the lame answer of that he fell in the park. Schu was to busy complaining to question him and Farf just didn't give a flip.
"Naagglleesss!" Schu yelled wearily from the couch.
"What?" Nagi stomped over to the couch. Schu had a headache and an upset stomach so Nagi was left taking care of him.
"Aspirin..." moaned Schu.
"You had one an hour ago."
"Get me another then," he practically growled.
"Are you sure that's..." Nagi was about to show concern but he stopped himself, "Whatever."
Farfarello came into the front room in fresh new clothes. He asked "Nagi, are my clothes done in the wash?"
"Why don't you go check?" The teen asked from the kitchen since he was fetching aspirin.
"I could do that but I'm in charge and I want you to do my laundry."
"You're as lazy as Schu."
"I'm not lazy," Schuldich groaned "Now get me a brownie."
"Only if I get a thank you."
"Oh, yeah, right. You ain't gonna' hear a thank you. Now just get me my aspirin and a brownie!"
Nagi looked up again in the cupboard. Next to the aspirin bottle was a small box of liquid laxatives. Making sure neither of them were looking he took out to packets, since he wanted to make Schu suffer, and poured the brown, gooey, icky stuff upon the brownie.
"Heh. This'll teach 'em..." hissed Nagi.
He walked over with the brownie on a plate, a cup of water, and the aspirin. Schu asked as he took them all "What's the stuff on top of my brownie?"
"Uhh...chocolate," Nagi replied. It was brown so it could pass as chocolate.
"Why is it melted?"
"It's just chocolate! Eat it!" shouted Nagi.
"Ow! Don't yell. I've got a headache," hissed Schuldich painfully.
Farfarello truthfully had seen Nagi do his little trick but he didn't care. Schu deserved it.
"This chocolate tastes funny," Schu complained before Nagi could escape to stare at the phone some more "And gross."
"Just eat it. It's that 'real' chocolate stuff. It's good for you."
"I don't want stuff that's good for me."
"You're eating it and that's final!" Nagi shouted again.
"Fine. Fine. Just don't shout," Schu pleaded.
"Now, excuse me, cause I'm off to stare at the phone some more," Nagi said.
"Why?" Farf asked.
"I want to call Omi but I think he's mad at me."
"Didn't you call yesterday?"
Nagi rolled his eyes at the thought of Ken picking up the phone "Yes. I did. But Siberian picked up the phone and he's an idiot."
"Then call again," Schu instructed.
"But Abyssinian could pick up the phone. Then I'll be dead. He told me not to call there. Oh no. What if Siberian said something about me calling? That damn red head will be over here to kill me!"
Schuldich asked curiously, "Hey...how does he know where we are?"
"Going to call Omi. Leaving Farf to take care of you. Goodbye!" Nagi stormed off in a huff.
"No shouting...argh...head...pain...chocolate tastes like crap..." Schu groaned in pure agony.
I almost feel sorry for him, Farfarello thought as he turned on the TV, But not sorry enough, he added as he turned up the volume to torture Schu.
IIIII With Weiss...
Yohji and Ken stood in front of Omi's door. It wasn't locked, just that they weren't sure what to do when they got in.
"Okay, what are we doing again?" Yohji asked Ken.
Ken shrugged "I dunno. You wanted to talk to Omi. If I tell him that Nagi called yesterday and then I didn't give the phone over, he'll kill me dead."
"You're right. I'll tell him that you messed up."
"...That's so much better."
Yohji knocked on the door "Hey, Omi, I'm coming in. You better be decent," he announced then opened the door. What he saw was just...strange. Omi was laying on his bed, he apparently had a boom box now and was playing 'Addicted' by Simple plan while eating chocolates "Uhhh...is that you Omi?"
Omi turned the music down them motioned them in. He asked "What do you want? I'm in self pity here!"
"Yohji has something to tell you," Ken replied as he pushed the blonde forward.
"Uhh...yeah. Ken screwed up yesterday cause Nagi called-"
Omi asked dangerously, crushing a chocolate mint in his hand, "Why the hell didn't someone say something!"
"See, that's the part where Ken screwed up, not me, Ken. Remember? The stupid guy who didn't hand you the phone when he called."
Ken hissed "You aren't helping!"
"I never said I was trying to."
Instead of getting angry, Omi started sobbing. The two teammates blinked and began to wonder what he was crying about.
"What's wrong bishonen?" asked Yohji.
"I-I'm just happy that Nagi-kun isn't mad at me," he sobbed, wiping tears from his eyes "I th-thought he was mad at me. I don't know why but it just makes me so happy to know he isn't mad."
"Aww...first love, isn't it adorable?" Ken sighed.
"You're going to call the chibi today, Omi!" declared Yohji. "No more angsting. Got it?"
"You just want to get me back down in the flowershop."
"Well, that too, but come on! Save the drama until we really need it. With that said we should get down there before Aya is mauled by fangirls...and Ouka."
IIIII With Schwarz...
"I wish it were six. I wish it were six. I wish it were six..." mumbled Nagi as he sat on the couch. Brad was supposed to be back by six and it was only two. Four more hours. Only four. But with the pervert moaning for more aspirin and Farfarello demanding that they pull an all nighter to watch all of the Friday the 13th movies he wasn't sure if all of them would make it. He'd probably kill them by the time Crawford got back anyway.
Schu had been forced to sit up, right in the middle of Nagi and Farf, pressing a cold washcloth to his head. Farfarello was to into the movie to notice anything else. Nagi figured this could be the best time to make an escape.
He moved just an inch when Farf asked "Are you going somewhere, Nagi?"
"Yes."
"Where?" Schuldich asked.
There was a loud belch from the German, then Nagi droned, "Away from you two."
"Did you call Bombay yet?" Farfarello curiously questioned.
"None of your business."
"It is now. Spill the beans," demanded Schu.
"Yeah!" Farfie added
Nagi crossed his arms "Just because you two are so lonely cause you don't have relationships doesn't mean you can pry into mine."
"Ouch," Schu hissed.
"That stings," agreed Farfarello. "And for your information I can't get a date because I'd probably kill them in the first twenty four hours. I haven't met many girls that want to die yet...willingly anyway."
"I thought you didn't like anybody," Nagi said.
"No. I like...umm...wait, nope. I don't have a need for a girlfriend or anybody. Like I said, I'd just end up killing them."
"What's your excuse, Schu?" Now Nagi was interested to hear this.
Schuldich, though having a pounding headache, lit up a cigarette. He blew smoke at Nagi just to annoy him. "I make no excuses. I have one night stands. That's that. Unless they're good then it's a two shot."
"You slut."
"Yep. Damn good at it too."
"Okay, I'm going to plead with you guys, I'm going to call Omi. Can you guys not interrupt us like last night? Please?"
"I'll do my best," Schu replied.
Farfarello was to glued to the TV to answer. Nagi took that as a yes.
He went off to use the phone in Crawford's room because Schuldich or Farf wouldn't dare attack him in there. If there was one thing out of place their leader would throw a hissy fit.
IIIII With Weiss...
"Someone get the phone!" ordered Aya. It kept ringing. "Ken! You're the closest! Get the stupid phone before I throw it out of the window!"
"Okay," he simply said and picked up the phone "Hello. Kitty in The House, this is Ken speaking-"
"Oh crap," Sighed Nagi on the other line.
"Hi Nagi!" squeaked Ken. "How are you doing?"
Omi's ears perked up as soon as they heard Nagi's name mentioned.
"Can I talk to Omi?" Nagi asked.
"Hmmm...promise to be nice to him this time?"
"...Sure. Now get him on the phone."
"Pinky swear?"
"Just get him on the frickin' phone already, you idiot!"
"Ommiiii! Your boyfriend hurt my feelings!" Ken called over from the phone.
Omi rushed over and grabbed the phone from Ken's hands. He started rambling, "Nagi-kun! I'm so happy to hear from you! How's your ankle? Is it feeling better? You aren't using it to much, right, cause you know that you shouldn't. You should clean out that cut too. It didn't look that deep to start with but it could get infected. You should take care of yourself you know! I hope that your teammates weren't mad that you came over here, unless you didn't tell them, which is okay too. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble because you came to give me my things. Then how did you explain your cut and bruise--?"
Nagi interrupted, "Before you start a new slate of questions, let me answer these ones: Happy to hear from you too. It's okay. Better. I have to walk on it cause I've got things to do. It's not infected. I do take care of myself. They don't know nor would they care. I'm not in trouble. I told them I fell in the park."
"Oh...okay," Omi said happily.
"Soo...bet you're pretty angry at me...aren't you?" Nagi asked.
"No. I was upset but it's not that big of a deal. You were probably under a lot of stress. I know you wouldn't yell at me for no apparent reason at all."
"I'm...umm...s...s..." He tried to apologize but he just wasn't used to doing so.
"You're sorry?" Omi completed it for him.
"Yeah. That. I am. Really."
"Wow. That sounds so convincing. Really."
"Shutup," huffed Nagi.
"So, teammates bugging you?" Omi questioned.
"Yeah. These idiots are being...idiots again. Brad's been out for three days and is supposed to be back in by six tonight. I really hope he does. Schu has a hangover, thus getting a major headache. Farf's in charge. And if you didn't know that's a bad thing. For us and the rest of the city. On top of that they're driving me absolutely up the walls!" Nagi complained.
That's when Omi got an idea. A fabulous idea.
"I have to set you down for a minute, okay? I have to ask Aya a question."
The chibi walked over to Aya who was setting up some pottery. By the look on Omi's face, the red head immediately knew that he wanted something. Something that Aya was not willing to give permission for.
"No. Whatever it is, just no," Aya said right away.
"But Aya-kuuuuun-"
"What did I just say?"
"...Yes?"
"Are you deaf? I said no!"
"You-"
"No!"
"Rrr! I want Nagi-kun to come overrr!" out of the blue, Omi started whining, "Poor Nagi-kun is stuck with his teammates who are annoying him to death. It's not fair that he is! He should be able to come over until six o' clock! Please Aya-kun? Please, please, please, please, please?"
"And why should I do this?" Aya asked "What do I get out of it?"
"Hmmm...We'll stay up in my room the whole time."
Aya gave a mild glare, "That's not a comforting thought at all."
"We'll be quiet. I just want to see him again. Please Aya-kun? It's not like we'll bother you."
"...Fine. He can come over at three. That gives him..." he looked at the clock, then noticed something, "...Is this a bad time to tell you Ken is talking to Nagi again?"
"Oh no," Omi squeaked then went back to the phone. Aya could hear Omi shout "Your scaring him, Ken-kun! Get off the phone!"
I know I'm going to regret having him over. I just know it in the pit of my stomach that for three hours of today, I am going to suffer immensely at the expense of making Omi happy...and somehow that doesn't make things seem better to me, Aya thought sourly. He tried to set up another potted plant but it fell over, knocking the whole rack over, covering the floor with dirt. He added out loud, "I take this as a bad omen."
Ken walked up with a broom and dust pan. He said "And I thought I was clumsy."
With Omi, he had just told Nagi the good news. Nagi said "That's nice, I guess."
"What do you mean 'I guess'. You don't want to come?"
"I didn't mean it that way," He replied. He thought, God Omi is sensitive. Make one wrong move and you'll drown in his tears! "I do want to come. Really. Just that getting past Schu and Farfarello won't be that easy."
"Let me talk to one of them. I'll convince them," Omi said gleefully.
"Which one? Hangover or Psycho?"
"I'll take the lesser of two evils; Hangover," he replied.
"Hey! Hangover!" Nagi shouted as he set down the phone.
"My God! Don't yell!" Omi could hear Schuldich snap.
"Omi wants to talk to you."
"What the heck about?"
"About me," he droned "Going over."
Omi could then hear Schu laughing loudly. Then something crashing in the backround. And then Farfarello laughing. A lot of loud, bizarre, and un-natural sounding things came in that made Omi move the phone a couple inches from his ear.
Hate to say it but they're all nuts, Omi thought nervously.
"Hello?" wearily asked a nasal voice. Omi recognized that being Schu only without the mean-ness or sarcasm in his voice. Must be the hangover.
"He-Hello."
"What's the stuttering for? You ain't nervous, are you?"
"N-No," Omi said unconvincingly.
"Yeah. Whatever. Now what's this about Nagi coming over?"
"Aya-kun said he could come over at three. I wanted to make sure that it was okay with you. It would only be until six. Not that long. And I assure you that he'll be alright," Omi explained.
"You better make sure he'll be. I read his mind the morning I got back. Though, don't tell him I know that though, he shouldn't loose confidence in his sneaking and lying abilities. Anyway, I read he floated outside of your window," Schu gave a small chuckle at the thought, "Just don't let him slip, fall, and hurt himself again. Or I'll take it out on you the next time we meet. In a fight, that is."
Omi excitedly asked "So he can come!"
"On one condition."
"What?"
"Someone has to come pick him up. I can't drive. Farf sure as hell ain't driving. And Nagi is limping a bit."
"I'll pick him up on my motorbike," offered Omi, "And don't worry. I know where you live."
"How do you know?"
"Traced your number back to where you were when I found out he called yesterday. I'll be there in the next fourty five minutes, okay?"
"Fine. Just be careful on the flight of stairs. Farf has the tendency to leave tacks there for the Jehovah Witnesses."
"Thank you so much!"
"No squeaking. I have a Hangover."
"Oh, sorry, bye," Softly said Omi as he hung up. In his mind he was going, Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Score! This is going to be so great! I can't wait to hug him again! Whoops. In house with Aya. Oh, wait, that's what locks are for! Yay!
IIIII With Schwarz...
Within five minutes Nagi was all ready to go. He had a backpack that his laptop, some books, and other miscellaneous things. Atleast he would be able to get out of here. Sure, if Brad found out he would be dead meat, but he would get back before six. He just hoped that Crawford wouldn't come home early.
"I'm in charge. Why didn't Bombay talk to me?" complained Farfarello, turning his head to Nagi who was sitting at the front door reading a book.
"Because you're crazy," Nagi lamely said.
"That doesn't mean I can't talk on the phone."
"No. It's just that he's afraid of you."
Farfarello smirked, "Atleast he's scared of me."
Chibbiiii, Schuldich said, inside of his head once again.
What do you want? Nagi asked.
I just wanted to know what you were planning to do when you got over to Bombay's house.
Hang out, talk, go online, be far, far, far away from you.
So you aren't going to...?
To what?
Do you actually want me to say it?
...Only you and your perverted mind would think of that.
What? I only want my chibi to get lucky once and a while. I mean, you probably don't know what to do, so if you have any questions-
Nagi cut him off, Yeah. I know. I know. Ask the slut.
Yep! Any questions?
Get out of my head you jerk! Don't make me come over there with my bookbag to whap you upside the head!
Fine. I'll leave. Just...umm...be careful when you're over there.
Nagi was silent for a moment. Was Schuldich actually caring? Umm...Schu? Are you okay? You sound like you're genuinely worried about me going over to Weiss's. Which is strange. You hardly ever worry about me.
What made you think that? Schuldich tried to sound angry at the idea of him being worried. But it wasn't working. Nagi could see right through that.
You warned me to be careful. Duh. That would sort of lead for me to believe you were worried.
Smart-Ass. Alright. Fine. I'm a bit worried. Just be careful over there. There's no telling what Abysinnian will do to you. He's one bitter red head, I tell ya', he seemed to be on edge everytime you two got close. Don't go into the kitchen when he's in there cause there's pointy stuff in there.
Okay. I'll be careful. Now get out of my head, Nagi ordered.
Fine. Deal.
Nagi couldn't help but smile a bit. It was nice to know that someone was a bit worried about him. He knew that Schuldich was more worried then he led on but he wasn't going to argue about that with him.
IIIII With Weiss...
"How are you going to pick Nagi up when you're grounded?" Yohji pointed out to Omi.
Omi blinked with a sweatdrop. That was right. He was still grounded...for a month and four days now. He asked "Could you convince him, by some miracle, to let me go get him?"
"Hey. I ain't got a death wish. Ask him yourself. Give him your best chibi look, that should melt him down," offered Yohji "Just be careful though. He's a bit mad that Nagi's coming over-" He looked at the red head who was growling at fangirls who came anywhere near him "-Okay. He's royally pissed."
"If I can't pick him up, who would?"
"Not me," Yohji said. "What about Ken?"
"...Not on my life."
"I wouldn't want Aya going over there. He'd throw Nagi out of the car while driving at high speeds."
"Yeah," Omi agreed, "Let's just pray Aya's in a good enough to let me go."
"Sure he is," Yohji lied to make Omi believe it.
As Omi went over there, Ken came over to Yohji. "How could you lie to him like that?"
"I was a detective once, Ken, I can do it very well without guilt."
Omi walked up to Aya nervously making Aya wonder what more he wanted. Aya asked harshly "What do you want?"
"You know how you said I was grounded...?" Omi meekly said.
"And?"
"Who's going to pick Nagi-kun up? I want to but I'm grounded."
"Fine. You can do it."
Omi blinked. He had expected him to refuse it, crush it, ignore him, something! But he just said 'Fine. You can do it' so quickly.
"You-"
"Go before I change my mind," Angrily said Aya.
Omi nodded and headed out.
IIIII With Omi...
The chibi rode his motorbike to the destination where Nagi was supposed to be. He could have sworn that all three of his friends were paranoid. They all seemed to think that Nagi, Schuldich, or Farfarello was going to jump him when he got there or something. Atleast Crawford wasn't there.
Omi began to wonder exactly what they would do when they got back to his house. Aya would be breathing down their backs the whole time. Yohji probably wouldn't care that much, probably just drop in once every thirty minutes. And Ken...Omi wouldn't want to even hug Nagi in front of Ken since he didn't want him to faint again. Though, Omi knew he would have the urge just to wrap an arm around Nagi's waist, because he was just so cute! He was so small that Omi could carry him. Then again he didn't like being called chibi since he is a little short...
He stopped in front of the address. Entering there, he realized Schu wasn't kidding when he said there were many stairs, and nor was he kidding about the tacks that Farf spread out everywhere. Omi had to keep jumping over single steps so he wouldn't get pricked.
After a long trip up the stairs, and wondering if Schu didn't tell him that they had an elevator because there was no way that they would do this everytime they went out, he got to the door. After catching his breath he knocked on the door. It swung open after only one knock.
"I'm ready to go," Nagi informed quickly.
"He's been sitting at the door the whole time waiting for his chibi in shining armor to come. Isn't it adorable? Nagi's in love," Schu teased from the couch.
"Schu..." growled Nagi and flung his book at Schu's head which hit him right on the forehead.
"Ow! You know that my head hurts. Now I have a migrane from talking to you in your mind you know. The things I do for you," the German groaned dramatically, like he were seriously injured.
Nagi crossed his arms as he floated his book back to him. It dropped in his bookbag. He hissed, "Jerk."
"Uhhh..." Omi wasn't sure what to do "H-Hi?"
"Sorry about that. Schu's a pain in the butt. Can we go now before they try anything else?" pleaded Nagi out of fear for his and Omi's safety.
"Awww...don't leave yet," Schu said, walking over to them "I want to learn more about you, Bombay, before I let chibi go with you."
"Uhh...what would you like to know?" nervously asked Omi.
"No! Don't tell him anything. He'll blackmail you later," warned Nagi.
"Be quiet!" Schu hissed. With an evil looking smile he asked "What would you tell me?"
"I'm seventeen. I like old people, riding my motorbike, going online, doing stuff with my friends, when Aya-kun's nice, and chocolate ice cream. I don't like celery, when Ken-kun tries to help me with my homework, not being able to go online, having my birthday being on a leap year, being alone, having nightmares, and Ouka. I'm gay and my favorite band is LA'rcenciel, I've been to one of their concerts, and they are so cool! Have you seen Hyde from LA'rcenciel? He is so hot! Anyway, I-"
"Okay. You can stop now. Still have a headache," Schu said, walking away.
You're boyfriend sure blabs a lot, Schu said to Nagi.
Nagi ignored him.
IIIII Downstairs...
The two chibi's had gotten downstairs safe enough. No tacks were in their feet and after catching their breath they were ready to hit the road. Just that Nagi was a bit nervous. He never rode a motorcycle...bike...thing...whatever it was it didn't have a hood which made him nervous.
"Don't worry. I have an extra helmet," informed Omi who handed him the extra.
Nagi was very pale. "Are you sure this is safe?"
"You should have faith in my driving abilities."
"I do...sort of..." Nagi said.
"I drove here without a scratch, didn't I? As long as you're holding onto my waist you won't fall off. Just as long as I can breath you can hold on as tight as you want."
Nagi looked the small thing, "It doesn't look like a two seater."
"No offense but you're small. You'll fit. Now sit behind me and hold onto my waist and we'll get going."
"Do I really have to wear this thing?" He held the helmet out to Omi "It's pink. I refuse to wear anything that's going to make me look like a girl."
Omi held back his first comment on how Nagi looked a bit like a girl already. He took it back with a sigh and said, "Just don't complain to me if you fall and break your skull open."
"I thought you said you drove good!" Nagi complained.
"I never said that there wasn't a possibility of crash. There's always a possibility."
"You know, you have this ability of making people feel so much better," sarcastically replied Nagi. He looked at Omi who was very hurt by the comment. "Alright. Alright. I'm sorry. I'll just deal with it."
Nagi took in a very deep breath to calm down and sat snuggly behind Omi. Putting his small arms around Omi's waist, he moved himself closer. It felt so comfortable like that. He could feel that they were about to move and he dug his head into Omi's back. He decided from this moment on that he did not like motorbikes or anything that did not have a hood.
"Relax," Omi said softly.
Nagi got comfortable enough to get his head out of Omi's back and only rested his cheek on him. He smelled very good. Nagi snuggled even closer, somehow wanting to kiss him right there.
Omi was glad that Nagi couldn't see him blushing. Having Nagi this close was making him a bit distracted. Atleast his muscles weren't so tense now meaning he was less nervous. Hopefully when they got back they would be able to get past his teammates and the fangirls without any interruptions and go up to his room. He just wanted to talk to Nagi without any trouble.
"Nagi-kun?" Omi said.
"Yeah?"
"Don't wander off by yourself, okay? Stay by me. I don't want you running into Aya-kun, Ken-kun, or Yohji-kun, or a fangirl, heck, even Ouka."
"Who's Ouka?" curiously asked Nagi.
"Uhhh...a girl that comes to the flowershop every day. Guess that she doesn't understand that I don't like her that way. Maybe, a slight maybe, as a friend. She just likes me a lot for some reason."
"I know why," Nagi said "You're just to sweet to pass up."
Nagi thought, D-Did that just come out of my mouth? Did I just complement him? I'm getting way to soft for my own good. But he does deserve a complement. He really is sweet...
"Thanks Nagi-kun. And I'm sure that every girls after you at your school too."
"Not really. I'm more invisible at my school then anything else. But I bet that you're popular at your school."
"I wouldn't go as far to say that I'm popular but I am active in my school's activities. I'm well known for being the President of the School Council. Plus I work in the library and an Aid for Sixth Hour gym. We even have a school dance coming up that we're working on! I'm setting up the music since I'm the only one in the group that has English music. Simple Plan, Green Day, I even have a Bowling for Soup CD. All really good bands but for some reason no one has really heard of them."
He's babbling again... Nagi thought.
"What kind of music do you like Nagi-kun?"
The fifteen year old thought for a moment. What did he like? "I don't really listen to a whole lot of music myself. The only music I've heard is the supposed music that booms out of Schu's room. Brad listens to classical sometimes and Farfarello is someone that I don't know want to know about."
"We'll listen to music when we get to my room. I'm sure you'll like them."
"What's that band you told Schu you liked?" Nagi asked.
"LA'rcenciel?"
"Yeah. Let's listen to that one. I don't want to listen to English music. I don't really understand much English."
"I did pretty well in my English class so I could teach you some if you wanted," offered Omi with a smile "Oh! We're here!"
They stopped suddenly in front of the flowershop, making Nagi cling even closer to he didn't fall backwards. Aya had been brooding out front obviously waiting for them to get back. His eyes glared when he saw that Nagi had his arms around Omi. The Yaoi fangirls were squealing outside.
Nagi opened one eye and looked at all the fangirls. He asked quietly "Do those girls come everyday?"
"Yep," he sighed "I'm going to go put this in the Garage. Do not make eye contact with Aya-kun, do not talk to Ken-kun, Yohji-kun doesn't really care, and watch out for the occasional rabid fangirl."
"You talk about them like they're wild animals," he said as he stood there.
Nagi made sure that he made no eye contact with anybody. He kept staring at the ground, waiting patiently for Omi to come back. Though he had the temptation to start throwing the squealing fangirls through the windows. They're squealing, giggling, and pointing was getting so annoying.
How does Omi deal with them everyday without throwing darts at them? Nagi thought impatiently.
Omi came walking back "Come on. Let's go in."
Nagi looked at Aya who was still brooding at the front door "What about him?"
"Don't worry. The most he'll do is growl at you."
They started walking into the flowershop. Omi was right, all Aya did was growl something under his breath, which neither of them wanted to know what it was. Yohji gave a small wave as and Ken was to busy trying to figure how to work the cash register because it got jammed.
When they started going upstairs, they both noticed that Aya was following them. Nagi grabbed Omi's hand out of nerves. He then felt Aya's glares go right through him like daggers so he let go. When they got to Omi's room, Nagi looked over to Aya who was hovering a couple feet away, arms crossed, looking more brooding and angry then ever.
"What is he so upset about?" Nagi asked Omi in a whisper.
Omi shrugged as he opened the door, "You shouldn't have made eye contact."
When they went into the room Aya came in also. Omi took in a deep breath. "Are you planning to stare at and follow us the whole time?"
"I must explain the house rules to Nagi. He is a first timer here."
"Why do I feel like my life is in danger?" Nagi asked nervously.
"Aya-kuuun! Do you have to be so paranoid?" Whined Omi.
"Yes. I do," He snapped.
"It's not like he's going to hurt me. Nagi-kun, tell him you aren't going to hurt me!"
"I'm not going to hurt you. I might hurt him, the idiot, or the other blondie, but not you," Nagi said. Omi gave him a 'That was stupid' look. "What? He's getting on my nerves! He's almost as bad as Crawford!"
"Are you saying I'm like Oracle!" Aya shouted.
"Almost. If you weren't so brooding I'd think you'd be his twin."
"Nagi-kun!" Omi snapped, "You're trying to make friends here. Not trying to make him even more angry at you."
"He should trust me."
"Why should I do that?" Aya asked.
"Because."
"Because is not an answer."
"You're a Brad clone," Nagi accused.
"I am not. Now stop saying that before I get my katana!" ordered Aya with a death glare that could cut right through the thickest metal.
"He'll do it," warned Omi, "I've seen him chase Yohji around once with the katana when he didn't listen. So just calm down, take in a deep breath, and sit on my bed. I'll handle this."
Nagi did as ordered. He sat on Omi's bed without another word. He just stared at the floor so he didn't have to look at Aya's scary death glare any longer.
"Aya-kun? Could you leave us alone please? We'll be good. I promise."
Aya looked at Nagi, who was still sulking, then at the chibi who stood before him. "I'll tell you what. I'll leave you alone if you leave the door open, no close contact, no closing the door, and absolutely no kissing. Got it?"
Bombay looked at Nagi then at Aya "Does hugging count?"
"That goes in the category of 'close contact'. Now I will be dropping in unexpectedly so I make sure you're following the rules. But I have to visit Aya-chan at five so I'll have someone else check on you. Nagi's welcome to eat food in the fridge if he wants but he better not hurt anybody downstairs. Got it?"
The two nodded just to get him out of the room. He finally left and the two chibi's were ready to have fun!
IIIII TBC (To Be Continued)
Sorry if I made any mistakes. Long day...
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