Final chapter::sniffles: Don't cry, dear reviewers, for I will make this longer then the regular thirty pager! Anyway please enjoy! Oh, and sorry that there's more swearing then usual in here, hope you don't mind it. And lots of angst. A whole bucket full of angst.
Disclaimer: I do not own Simple Plan or any of their songs. Nor do I own Weiss Kreuz.
IIIII Weiss's...
Now that Brad was there, plus getting dirty looks from Schuldich for the brownies, and just learning that one of his sworn enemies wanted his boyfriend, Nagi had no hope. At that moment he wanted someone to shoot him in the head. Many, many, many times just to make sure that he didn't have a chance in hell of surviving.
"Brad? What are you doing here?" hissed Nagi.
"Taking you back home. What else? You're sitting at a table, playing cards with our enemies, this is just so wrong," sighed Brad, "And I didn't want you to get hurt by Abysinnian. He's jealous of you and your...your...what's the word I'm looking for Schu?"
"Boyfriend?" Schu completed the sentence.
"Yes. That. Now will you come or do we have to drag you out of here?"
"I'll go of my own free will. Just let me say goodbye to Omi atleast," Nagi said. He looked at all of them, silently threatening each of em' if they did not leave. Getting the message they left the two alone.
Omi looked down at the floor. He asked, "Nagi-kun? Are you embarrassed?"
"Embarrassed of what?"
"That we're together. We are enemies...and it seems to be upsetting your teammates. And mine too."
"Yeah. I get what your saying. It's putting a lot of stress on me at home. The teasing of other things I'll tolerate but I don't like anyone putting you down."
Omi's eyes shined with happiness. He asked perkily, "Really Nagi-kun? You defend me?"
"...Your happiness is making me twitch."
"Oh. Sorry."
There was a sort silence. Followed by a crash. Then a, "Ken! You idiot! I was planning to use that coffee table later!"
"What the hell happened over there?" Nagi asked, trying to look around the corner to the front room.
"Ken probably tripped over something," Omi explained, "He does that a lot. Sounds like he broke the coffee table. Aya-kun-" He suddenly stopped at the mention of Aya's name. His demeanor changed, going from semi-happy to depressed.
"Your confused," Nagi stated.
The elder chibi raised an eyebrow. He asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Your confused on whether to tell Aya you know he loves you and what to do about it. I personally think you should tell him. As what to do about it..." Nagi silenced for a moment "...You should get with him."
"Get with him?" repeated Omi.
"Yeah. That's what I just said."
"Ew! No! He's...He's Aya-kun! Cold, ruthless, icicle up the ass Aya-kun!" Omi replied, shaking his head furiously, "Besides. That would mean breaking up...with..." He looked at the expression on Nagi's face. It was cold, emotionless. Omi finally got what he was trying to say "...was I just...dumped?"
"Yes," Nagi stood up in his chair, "Now stay away from me if you know what's good for you. I've...I've realized I'm not good for you. It's causing trouble for both of us. I'm calling it off. From now on, we're back to the way were, sworn enemies. If you want to stay alive I suggest that you leave me alone."
His heart dropped to the floor and was cracked into pieces. Omi couldn't believe it. Nagi wasn't only dumping him but he was threatening him too! Now that sadness turned into anger.
Standing up in his chair, Omi marched over to the emotionless Nagi. Then proceeded to slap him across the face. It echoed through the empty house. The sound of tears dropping to the floor also were heard as Omi couldn't hold back his emotions. He began to shake as Nagi stood in utter confusion.
"S-So that's it! Your throwing this away!" Omi asked angrily.
There was no answer. Nagi just turned his back to Omi.
"Then forget you! Maybe I will get with Aya! Then I'll forget you! I can't believe you, Nagi-kun, I loved you but..." Omi wiped his tears with his sleeve. He wasn't sure what to say anymore.
The seventeen ran up the stairs, upset as ever. Yohji peeked into the kitchen and saw Nagi standing there with a big purple bruise on his right cheek.
Oh boy...there goes the love... thought Yohji.
Nagi walked past him into the room, his feet stomped on the ground like an angry four year old child that had been denied candy. Walking to the door he grabbed his coat and put it on. Then he brooded in the corner for a while.
Brad was kind of surprised. Sure, he had heard yelling in the kitchen, but with Kudoh arguing loudly with the stupid jock it was hard to make out what was shouted. He could see the pain in his face, pain of sorrow, guilt, and he obviously needed some attention. Crawford would do something but he wasn't Nagi's father. Just his teammate.
"Come on, we're leaving," Crawford announced to both Schuldich and the two Weiss members.
"Awww...why don't you stay longer?" sarcastically asked Yohji, "I'd love for you to ruin poor Omi's life some more."
"Be quiet, Kudoh, we didn't do anything. We're just taking Nagi back to his rightful place. He doesn't belong here."
After lighting up a smoke, Yohji said roughly, "I don't know what your problem is, buddy, but no wonder Nagi is so screwed up. With teammates like you I now know why he was so confused on how to deal with us. Because we actually give a damn about the kids mental and physical health. We may not be his teammates, but we've probably been nicer to the kid then you ass's ever had."
Nagi's eyes looked over at Yohji. Was he actually standing up for him? Someone was standing up for him? It seemed to be something Nagi would never hear.
Someone cared.
Someone finally cared.
At that moment, both Brad and Schuldich could see small tears forming in Nagi's eyes. He tried to look down at the floor some more to hide it but it was obvious that those were tears of joy.
IIIII Outside the flowershop...
Aya pulled his car up next to a BMW. That was strange. He didn't know anybody that owned a BMW. Unless little miss princess Ouka decided to take one of her daddy's expensive cars and drive up here late at night.
I wonder who this is...wait one minute...this looks like... Aya began to think of the car that pulled up that day he was following Omi around. That was Oracle's car! Swartz was in his house without his permission probably causing problems for everybody!
Running into the house he almost hit Nagi with the door but the boy was so small he fit in the corner so the door only hit the tip of his feet.
"Schwartz!" gasped Aya, even though he already knew that they were in here. He reached for a katana that wasn't there with the shout of, "Shi-ne!"
"You don't have your katana, dumbass," snorted Schuldich.
Aya blinked then turned red a bit. He asked, "Where's Nagi and Omi?"
"I'm right here," came a muffled reply from behind the door. Closing it he took in a deep breath, "Omi's upstairs if you want to screw-I mean, see him."
Screw? Aya repeated in his mind. Sending death glares at Yohji, he said, "Out, Schwartz. I want you out now and you aren't coming back."
"Exactly what I was thinking," Crawford replied. He looked down at Schuldich who had made a comfortable spot on the couch, the TV controller dangling loosely in his hand as he changed the channels, "Come on, Schuldich, we're leaving."
"Aw, so soon?" whined Schu as he turned off the TV.
"Yes. This soon. We aren't welcome here."
Yohji said, "Damn straight. Now out. And get the kid a Happy Meal at McDonalds or something. If he can fit in that corner he ain't eating enough to keep a bird alive."
"I don't need parenting tips from you," Brad snapped.
"From the looks of it...you need all the help you can get."
Ken stayed quiet. He didn't want to make a move either. He wasn't going to say or do anything stupid...besides, he didn't want to get attacked by his enemies.
The Schwartz members made their way out the door. Aya slammed the door behind them as a sign that they really weren't welcome to come back.
IIIII Omi's Room...
Omi sat on his bed, tears falling onto his pillow, wondering if he had been to harsh. So that was it? In less then a week he had ruined his relationship with Nagi? That had to be a new record in the relationship world. It seemed impossible that Omi had fallen in love with him so hard in less then a week but for him it was real. He wanted Nagi to come back. He wanted him in his arms. He wanted to kiss him again.
But that would never happen. They weren't a couple anymore. Nagi put it bluntly that he hated him now. Omi sat up on his bed, hugging tightly the bear that Aya had gotten him.
I want to forget Nagi so bad now... Omi thought, sitting in the darkened room.
With a broken heart, Omi said through the tears, "I want to die!"
He heard a knock on his door. Omi said through the tears, "Y-Yes?"
"Omi. I'm coming in," said the cold voice of Aya.
When Aya came into the room, he didn't have to turn on the light to find Omi sitting there, shaking horribly, hyperventilating, crying also. It made Aya's shrunken heart tear in two. He wanted to hold him but...he couldn't. Before he came up to the room Yohji informed him that he had told Omi he loved him. It would be to strange for him to hug Omi now.
He sat next to the smaller boy who began to cry into his bear. All Aya did was touch his back but Omi slapped his hand away. Aya asked, "What the hell was that for!"
"Don't touch me...I want to be left alone...!" Omi snapped, "I want to die! I want to die!"
"I'm not leaving you alone. Not in this kind of mood. I'm not going to let you hurt yourself," Aya grabbed Omi's wrist so he would listen to him, "I love you to much to let you do that."
"Nagi-kun and I broke up..." sobbed Omi, "Aya-kun? Do you really love me?"
"Y-Yes," he said, not sure what Omi was trying to get at, "Yohji said that he told you. Guess it's out in the open now."
Omi, without thinking, jumped forward and his lips connected with Aya's. Omi leaned his body into Aya's as they fell on his bed. Aya was quite surprised but let it continue.
Lifting his lips up from Aya's, Omi couldn't believe what he just did. Aya asked, "So? Do you feel better now?"
"Huh?" Omi was confused, "I thought you loved me. Didn't you want me to kiss you?"
"Yeah. But...that had no love towards me. I refuse to be a side dish!" Aya snapped, pushing Omi to the side, "Now tell me why you did that! You didn't do that because you loved me, did you?"
Fearing the hurt expression in Aya's eyes Omi could only squeak out a, "No."
"I won't be a rebound Omi. Yohji also told me that you guys are now broken up. Your only doing this because Nagi left you. Your hurting. I think I can understand. Nobody wants to be hurt. Hell, you've got through a lot, and this is just something on top of everything. Though, I want you to kiss me only when you mean it. When you actually love me back. That might not be ever. But until then I'll be here for you...as a friend."
Tears filled Omi's eyes. He ran to Aya, crying into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around him.
"H-He left me! He dumped me! I loved him! I...I w-want Nagi-kun to come back! Does he hate me! What's wrong with me! Am I not good enough?" cried Omi.
"Shhh..." Aya rubbed his back soothingly, "Everything will be okay. I promise."
The cries alarmed the other two members. Coming into the dark room they saw one of the cutest hugs that they ever did see.
IIIII In the BMW...
All was pretty much quiet. Nagi was in the back seat, arms crossed, looking out the window with the saddest look he could muster. Now usually Brad didn't let anything an outsider affect him. Heck, nobodies opinion mattered to him much, but what Kudoh had said to him rang truth. Maybe they didn't treat him with the kindness he needed. They were in the assassin business so Crawford often thought of Nagi as an adult. He was certainly more mature then some people he could think of but he was only fifteen. Been in this since he was seven or eight. It was kind of depressing once he got to thinking about it.
No matter how much Crawford tried to dodge the fact Nagi was a child. He needed to have a positive father figure. Now Crawford didn't know much around children, he didn't have any and he wasn't planning too, so he wouldn't know how to be that role model in Nagi's life. Then again, he didn't think Nagi would look up to him anyway...but he would be damned if Schuldich or Farfarello became his role model! He didn't need to go down that path. Schuldich wasn't exactly the best role model because of his less then good past, and as for Farf, that would be obvious to anyone with common sense. Psychotic Irishmen with bloodlust towards the human race and God didn't make the best role models. So Brad would have to take it upon himself to do something with the fifteen year old.
"Nagi," Crawford said to gain his attention.
"What?"
"Did you want to do anything tonight?"
"...What does that mean?"
"I mean, go out to eat, or go to a movie, or something," He forced himself to say it knowing he could accept it. Those things cost money and they weren't exactly rich. But if it would get Nagi in one of those rare good moods...
"Going out to eat does sound tempting."
Do it chibi! Schuldich said in his mind.
What exactly do you want, slut? Nagi coldly asked.
Your cold, he replied, I'm just saying you should accept this. It's not often Mr. Stick actually attempts to be nice. I think what Kudoh said to him really got stuck in his brain. Read his thoughts. He's thinking of you.
That sounds disturbing. You realize this, right?
I know it does but they're good thoughts. As in he wants to be...a sort of father figure, you could say, the German explained.
Nagi's face went pale, F-F-Father figure? Brad? My father figure? Holy crap, Schu, he actually wants to take a role in my life? I never thought he'd have the heart to do something like that.
So...you'd actually like that? There was some disappointment obvious in the German's voice, as if he had been hurt in some way.
Why not? Couldn't hurt. He is a good leader, at times, it's better then anyone else I could think of.
The German stayed quiet. Nagi asked, Did I say something wrong?
N...No. It's alright. I understand, Schuldich replied.
Understand what? If Brad wants to be nice I say let him. You did tell me to go along with it just a minute ago, didn't you?
Schuldich cut off Nagi, fearing that he would say something to him. Schu shook his head. What had he been thinking? He couldn't be a father figure to the kid. His past was something Nagi could never be exposed to. As for Brad, he was the one with the money and power, Schu could never compete with that.
The German slumped down in his seat, looking out the window. Nagi was extremely perplexed by his actions. What had he wanted to say anything? When he tried to talk to him telepathically he cut him off. Seemed like he really upset him. But...what the heck was going on? This night was just getting to be to much. First he ruined things with his boyfriend, then Kudoh stood up for him, now Brad wanted to be nice, and Schuldich was acting weird.
My life sucks, concluded Nagi in thought as he brooded in his seat.
"Nagi? Would you answer me?" Brad asked.
"Oh, sorry. Yeah. Sure. I'll go out to eat. I expect that your paying for this."
"You should sound more grateful."
"Yes, oh great, and mighty one," he rolled his eyes in sarcasm.
"Boy, don't make me throw you out of this car."
IIIII Later at a restaurant...
Nagi had been the most quiet out of the three. It seemed he had upset both Brad and Schuldich in someway and now they hardly talked to him. They seemed to be doing a telepathic conversation which upset Nagi because Schu wouldn't allow him to join. So it had to be about him. It just had to be!
So, I can get the steak, right? Schu asked.
Fine. But your paying for half of the dang thing. Look how expensive this place is!
Brad, it's only ten dollars, don't freak out.
I could buy a book for that much.
...Bookworm.
Idiot.
"I'm going to the bathroom," declared Nagi who was tired of being ignored. He marched off into the bathroom with no word from either Schu or Crawford.
"We should be more nice to him. We're doing the exact opposite of what Kudoh wanted us to do," Schu told Brad.
"We don't follow what Kudoh tells us to do."
"Your in denial. I read your thoughts. You want to be the kids father figure, eh? Now isn't that just adorable?" teased Schuldich with a small smile, "I guess you've beaten me to it."
"Don't tell me you'd want to be a role model. And it's not like I'm doing it by choice. Nagi is still a child. I want him to look up to someone that has chosen the right path and has a fairly good upbringing."
"Oh, right, assassination is a great path," he replied sarcastically.
Brad's glasses shined showing Schuldich he better stop with the teasing. The American put down his menu, pondering about if he really should do what Kudoh said.
"I did want to be a role model in his life, I guess. I care about the kid. He's alright. It's not like I'd actually ever show any emotion to him. I think he'd have a cow if I did," began Schuldich, his eyes swimming with worry, "And now I can't help but wonder about Nagi. He broke up with Omi. I couldn't help it. I read his mind."
"What was he thinking?"
"Brad..." He whispered sadly, "Nagi's suicidal."
IIIII With Weiss...
Now that Omi was feeling better, Aya, Ken, and Yohji were able to leave him for the time being. The seventeen year old still clutched the large white bear Aya had gotten him. Thinking of the red head made Omi blush. He couldn't believe out of desperation, he kissed him! If he was lucky Yohji and Ken would never know. He didn't need Ken passed out on the floor or Yohji getting any dirty thoughts.
Looking at his desk, he tried to find his Simple Plan CD, but stumbled onto something even more impressive. Obviously Yohji had left him another note. It was with the blonde's cell phone. The note read:
Hey, chibi. I'm sorry to hear about you and Nagi. But, if you need to talk to him, you don't hesitate. I'm sure he wants to talk to you despite what he may have said. And if you need me your welcome in my room anytime!
Yohji
Omi smiled. He really did have considerate teammates, didn't he? As he put his CD in, he thought about it, maybe he should call Nagi. Maybe it wasn't to late to patch things up? Though he could still be mad about him slapping his face. Omi knew that he should. Omi knew that it could help. But it would hurt to much. It was much to soon.
Putting it on 'Addicted', Omi proceeded to feel down in the dump. Lying down on his bed he looked up at the ceiling, still holding the bear close. The scent of Aya was all over it. His cologne was very good to smell. Shaking his head, he told himself he wouldn't think of Aya that way! His heart belonged to Nagi! He loved Nagi to much to cheat on him. Even still, after everything Nagi said to him, Omi had strong feelings.
Love at first sight hurt sometimes, Omi realized. This was his first crush too. Nagi seemed sweet but there was a brick wall there. No matter how Omi tried to get through, that wall would be there, intimidating him, making it impossible to get to Nagi. Knowing a bit of his past it would be cruel to think he would open up right away to a stranger, much less an enemy, and Omi was both to him; even now. It was a saddening thought which made Omi turn the song up even louder as if he were trying to drown out his thoughts.
I don't want to die...I changed my mind...I want to talk to Nagi, thought Omi as he curled up on his bed, But he hates me. That's it. He really hates me. He threatened me so why do I still have feelings for him? Dammit! I'm so confused!
The teen ran a hand through his hair, his midnight blue eyes gaining tears. I-I'm so confused. Nagi-kun, why don't you love me anymore?
The pillow stained with tears. No longer able to hold it back, Omi cried again, the music covering up his sorrow.
IIIII The Restaurant...
"Why didn't you say something before!" Brad hissed lowly, "He's in that bathroom. Alone. And suicidal. You idiot!"
"Because he's not planning it until later tonight! I was going to talk about it when we got home so we could keep a close eye on him. I don't think he can do anything in that bathroom anyway."
"I'm sure he'd be creative."
"Calm down. I just think he's pissed we're ignoring him. Which, thinking about it, doesn't help him, but I couldn't help it," Schuldich replied, "Guess I'm mad at him that he's dares to think that way. Then again I can understand. His life isn't exactly easy to go along with, right?"
The American nodded slightly, not sure whether to be offended by the true statement or to realize the truth. No matter he knew that things had to start changing or Nagi would go into a deeper depression, if there was one.
"I've never dealt with kids before," stated Crawford.
"And you think I have?"
"What about Farf...wait, do not answer that."
"He's probably killed a few but that doesn't get us far,"
Schuldich began chewing on a French fry once their meal arrived. "What do kids like to do?"
"Uhh...I dunno."
"What did you do when you were young, Brad?"
"Well, I mostly studied. Went to the library for research. Got good grades."
Book worm, Schu said in Brad's mind.
"Didn't you box for a while?" asked Schu aloud.
"Get to your point."
"Maybe Nagi should get into a sport. Like baseball!"
Schuldich imagined the chibi in a baseball uniform, a bit baggy since he was so skinny, a baseball cap spun backwards on his mop of hair, the glove mitt sitting loosely on the baseball bat which Nagi held over his shoulder. It was a cute idea but then he thought of him trying to play the game. If he felt threatened with the ball he might just make it stop in mid-air with his telekinesis. He could misinterpret stealing a base and whap someone on the head for trying to steal.
"...As you were saying?" Brad asked after thinking the same thought.
"How about having him go to the YMCA."
"Is Nagi even Christian?"
"I dunno. Never asked him."
"We can't do that either anyway. Farfarello would hurt him for going to a Christian association," Crawford said. "I don't think there's anything that child likes besides books and his computer."
"Come on! We gotta' think of something so he'll cheer up!"
"I'm back," announced Nagi, sitting in his chair. He looked at the two who immediately silenced, "What? Were you talking about me?"
Schu replied, "Maybe...maybe not."
"Nevermind. I don't want to know."
"We want you to take up a sport," Brad spoke up.
"I knew I didn't want to know. I just knew it..." Nagi sighed. Looking dead serious he asked, "And what makes you think I'm athletic? I read books all day! I might be an assassin but I don't have to move two feet towards the target. I could just use my mind to smash him into the wall a few times. The only work out I get are the chores. Many, many chores"
"So you have no interest in anything?"
"No! Now leave me alone while I eat my-hey! Where'd my dinner go?" Looking towards Schu he saw that his Sweet and Sour Chicken was being eaten by that pervert.
"Give it back!"
"Never!"
"Give it back to him."
"Shutup, Brad, this is Nagi and I's fight."
"That's right! So hand it over or your head with explode!"
A fight ensued.
Nagi won his half eaten Sweet and Sour Chicken back.
Schu lost self-esteem for he not only had he just been smacked silly by a fifteen year old in a public restaurant but Nagi now taunted him about it.
IIIII Weiss's...
Ken couldn't help but look up from the table to the stairs every couple of minutes hopelessly wanting Omi to come down cheerfully like he always does. He didn't at all. An hour had to have passed and all they heard was 'Addicted' on repeat blaring out of his room. The jock nervously tapped his fingers on the table for a while. Obviously Nagi and him had broken up. No wonder he was so depressed. Ken couldn't blame him for being depressed either. After all of the troubles in his life he had something that made him happy and it broke into pieces.
Poor Omi...I wish I knew how to cheer him up, Ken thought as he flipped through a magazine. He looked up at the freezer with a bright idea, Wait…I do know how to!
A couple of minutes later Ken trotted to Omi's room with a big bowl of ice cream, many scoops plopped onto eachother, fudge was drowning the ice cream, a small amount of whipped cream was on top with some sprinkles. This was something Omi so could not resist. He had to much of a sweet tooth to miss this.
"Omi?" called Ken as he knocked on the chibi's door.
"Is someone there?"
"Can I come in?"
"What!" Omi shouted over the blaring music.
Ken shouted, "Turn the stupid music down! Why do you listen to that! You can't even understand English, Omi!"
Omi complied, turning it down immediately before he made the usually calm Ken angry.
Opening the door slightly, Ken repeated, "Can I come in?"
"...I guess so," Omi pouted.
"What's wrong?"
"My life's ruined-Wait. Is that a sundae?" Omi questioned, eyes widening at the sight.
Ken nodded.
"Five scoops of chocolate drowned in fudge with some whipped cream on top, covered in pink sprinkles?" He asked, his excitement obvious as he jumped off of his bed, jumping like a child.
"Uhh...the sprinkles are multi-colored, 'cause Yohji used up the pink sprinkles one drunken night, but besides that, yes. Just the way you like it!" chirped Ken happily.
Omi snatched it out of his hands without another word. Like he hadn't been fed in a couple of months he began scarfing it down in hopes it would drown out his problems. Which it did. His face covered with chocolate, hands covered in it too, he took a break after eating half. Ken stood there the whole time with a sweatdrop.
"Thanks Ken-kun," Omi said, wiping his hands on his shorts, "You really know what I like."
"Of course."
An awkward silence followed.
"Ken-kun? What do you think of Nagi-kun?" Omi asked.
Ken blinked, "You want the truth?"
"Of course."
"He's as scary as they come. Like Yohji-after-a-dozen-beers creepy."
"Ken-kun! Nagi-kun is not creepy!" Omi defended.
"You asked my opinion. And don't shout at me!"
"I'm going to eat my ice cream now..." Omi sat back on his bed and continued. After a minute, he set down his chocolate to turn off his stereo. Then he noticed Ken was still standing there. As if Omi were really going to reply to him... "If you didn't realize that was your cue to leave, Ken-kun."
"Oh," He headed out the door when he couldn't help himself. He turned around and practically tackled Omi into a hug. Luckily, the chibi had put his ice cream on the counter, so none got on Ken.
"W-What are you doing Ken-kun?" Omi asked as the jock kept hugging him.
"I know your depressed Omi and I want to give my opinion," Ken said, "I'm sorry that you broke up with Nagi but you have to move on with your life. Listening to 'Addicted' three million times won't make him come back to you."
"Maybe if I play 'Meet You There'..."
Omi hugged Ken back, digging his head into his chest. He asked, "Ken-kun? Do you think we have any hope of getting back together?"
"I'm not sure. But...I'm just trying to say don't get stuck on trying to get him back. Not that I'm saying don't try to talk to him. Find a spot in-between. Don't get caught up in being depressed, okay?" Ken rubbed the boys back as he broke the embrace. With a contagious smile Omi couldn't help but smile back.
"I promise."
As Ken exited the room he heard 'Meet You There' playing. Even though he didn't understand much English he knew that Omi was crying out one last time for Nagi to come back to him.
IIIII At Schwartz...
"Finally back, ne?" Farfarello was chilling at the couch, watching TV as the other three members came walking into the apartment, "Took you long enough. Been two hours..." Farf thought for a moment then added quickly "...Where did you go without me?"
"Don't worry. We got you some supper," Crawford replied, throwing him a bag with take out from the restaurant.
The leader looked down at Nagi who was hanging up his coat on the rack. He still had that lingering coldness surrounding him. It was still obvious he was in a mood to hurt himself or someone else.
Can you tell if he's still suicidal? Brad asked Schu telepathically.
Duh. Just look at the kids movements and face. He's sulking more then usual. His thoughts are to mixed up which means he's trying to decide what to do. We'll just have to keep a close eye on him tonight. The first night is always the hardest.
I'm going to have him sleep in my room on the extra bed.
...You have to be kidding me. You think Nagi will want to sleep near you?
Watch it, he snapped back, I'll keep an eye on him. I would have you keep an eye on him but I just think it'll make it worse.
You aren't helping my self esteem! accused Schu.
Never said I would.
Nagi said softly, "I'm going into my room."
"Hold it," Crawford began, making Nagi stand in his footsteps, "Your staying in my room for the rest of the night. Now get what you want from your room."
"But why!" whined Nagi.
"I have my own reasons. Now get!" he snapped.
The teen stormed off.
Farfarello asked, "They broke up didn't they?"
"How could you tell?" Schu replied while he sat next to the Irishman.
"His actions. Duh. I'm not stupid, Schu."
"Coulda' fooled me."
"Brad! Make Schu be quiet!"
"He can't do that!"
"I have duct tape in my room. If he doesn't, I will," threatened Farfarello.
"Your in a bad mood. What happened?"
"Well, I was all ready for Silence of The Lambs to come on. Popcorn. Snacks. Everything. Then, at seven, they interrupt it for a stupid fund-raiser. And what really gets me is that it's a fund-raiser for starving children in Africa! I mean, who cares about Africa when Silence of the Lambs is coming on! I want my violence!" snarled Farf. Then he added creepily, "And I'll get it one way or another."
Schuldich scooted away from Farfarello.
Dropping a small box on the extra bed, Nagi scowled. He didn't know what Brad was up to but that glare in his eyes made Nagi wonder. He wanted to brood by himself. In a corner. Somewhere in the house. And that corner had to be very close to pointy objects.
"Don't be so mad, Nagi, you get peace and quiet. Schuldich doesn't come in my room unless I tell him to come in..." Brad thought about what he just said "...Well, usually."
Sitting on the bed, he looked at Crawford's bed across the room. Atleast it wasn't that close to Brad's bed. Nagi crossed his arms in a pout. He asked, "So...I'm not grounded for going out?"
"Nope," Crawford replied while working on some papers at his desk. While typing something on his computer he replied, "All you had to do was ask me, Nagi, and I would have let you. Of course I would have drove you there to see how things were going. Which makes me wonder...how did you get to Weiss's?"
Nagi remained silent.
"I asked you a question. I expect an answer."
Nagi looked at the floor. "Omi drove me."
Oh, that's why he didn't blurt it out, Crawford thought, "So just go about your night as you usually would. Expect your confined to this room. I do have my own bathroom that your welcome to use. So plug on your laptop and do whatever you want."
Nagi found himself calming down after about fifteen minutes. Though, all he could do was think about Omi. He went into his inbox to check his email but all he found was emails from Omi. His stomach churned as he saw a love greeting card had been sent early this morning from his ex-boyfriend.
Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh...then maybe we could still...no. It was for our own good. It would have never worked. We're enemies. It put to much stress on us. I mean, what kind of relationship is having your teammates following you everywhere on each date? Nagi thought sadly. As he deleted all of his emails he couldn't bring himself to delete that love greeting card. I want to look at it but I don't want to think about him.
He soon found out curiosity was stronger then any of his other senses. Opening the email there was a big red heart with two names in cursive, Nagi and Omi, then underneath it had typed in, obviously Omi typed it in:
'Hi Nagi-kun, I hope your well and thinking about me. I'll love you always, Nagi-kun, no matter what. When I saw you come into the shop I fell head over in heels in love with you. It might seem strange that I love you so much over such little time but I really do. Some people use the word 'love' loosely but I mean it. I love you, Nagi-kun, and hopefully that means something to you.'
Crawford heard soft sobbing. Lifting his head from his work he saw Nagi with his head down in his hands, his laptop sitting beside him, with tears falling to the floor.
We've probably been nicer to him...
Because we actually give a damn about the kids mental and physical health...
We've been nicer...We've been nicer...We've been nicer...
They ran through Crawford's mind. Finding that soft spot in his heart, he walked over to the smaller boy and sat next to him. He began rubbing the boys back which brought Nagi to wrap his arms around Brad's waist and full on cry. Cry for everything and anything that's happened.
But he cried mostly for the hole in his heart that Omi had filled when he was around.
IIIII A bit later...
"Are you feeling better, Nagi?" Crawford asked, setting a cup of tea on the tray beside the boy's bed.
He nodded slowly. His eyes seemed to be dimmed down, as if thinking were hurting him, and the bright lights in the room shone relentlessly on him, making him sweat a bit.
"Does it have to be so bright in here?" asked Nagi, squinting his eyes just to look up at Crawford.
"I'll turn the main light off," As the American went over to the light switch he could hear Nagi sigh. He kept looking at that stupid e-card over and over. It was like he wanted to be depressed, "Nagi. You know you could just call him. You have his number, right?"
Nagi seemed shocked at the suggestion, "You have to be kidding me."
"No. I'm serious, go ahead if you want."
"After all the things I said to him," Nagi felt his bruised cheek once again.
Finally noticing that bruise, Crawford raised an eyebrow. He smacked Nagi's hand away to look at it closer. "How did you get that?" Crawford asked. He wondered how he could have not noticed it!
"Omi slapped me. That's all. I deserved it though. After what I said I would have hit me too..." he sadly replied. Glancing from his laptop to Brad, he asked, "Do you really calling him would help him?"
"I'm don't know."
"Then why did you suggest it!"
"I thought it would help you," he clarified. "I've never heard you openly care about someone else, Nagi. I think he's really changed you, for the better. He's gave something Schu, Farf, and I couldn't give you."
"And what's that?"
"Love."
"Yeah, that's true, your all mean, cruel, and uncaring," Nagi said, "Then again so am I."
"We might be but your still a child. Whether you like it or not, Nagi, you are," Brad replied, not minding that comment about him being mean, cruel, and uncaring because he knew he was. "So it's not to late to change the way your look at the world."
"...No. I can't do that," he whispered. "The world's given me nothing in return for all of my hurt. But Omi...he's gotten things. He has friends."
"You know, I don't think it's to late for us to change either," Crawford sat in his seat at his desk. Nagi blinked at the statement. "By that I mean we could all be...closer. Friends, maybe. We're all we've got. Guess I've never looked at us that way but we're sort of like a family."
Nagi repeated dryly, "Family?"
"A demented family but, yes, a family. Not all families are as close as you think. But, I'm sure, that if one of us were in trouble, that Farf or Schuldich would pull through. And that you would help one of us if we were in danger, right?"
"...I guess so. I think I get what your getting at. We're more screwed up then the Manson Family but we still care about eachother, right?"
"I don't know about the Manson family..."
"Brad. We have Farfarello on our team. The Manson family has nothing on him," Nagi reminded.
"Probably right."
Feeling content with everything, Crawford returned to his papers. And Nagi, for once in this house, felt content too.
IIIII Four days later...
Nagi had stayed in Crawford's room for the last couple of days and it hadn't been as bad as he thought it would be. Brad did his thing and he, mostly, let Nagi do this thing. Now that he was able to go back into his room he found himself printing out a paper to hang up on his wall. Not just any letter. It was the E-card Omi had sent him.
Even though he had been so cruel to Omi that night he wanted to think they were still together. Nagi didn't realize the relationship they had until it was gone. Tragic, really, that he felt strongly for the Bombay chibi, because he refused to call Omi, and Omi didn't call him. He took that as a sign that Omi didn't want to speak to him. After all even Nagi dispised himself for that night. Every time he looked in he mirror too it was there. That bruise. It reminded him that he should make things right but...he couldn't pick up that phone.
Now he had to find a place for his E-Card. He thought of putting it on his ceiling but he was to short to reach it. On his wall behind his door would be good because then no one else could see it when they came in.
Though, when he started taping it to the wall, he was almost smacked with the door but he stopped it with his telekinesis. He didn't need to add another bruise.
"Chiiibbbiii," Schu looked around the room.
Nagi came out from behind the door with an angered look on his face, "I'm right here."
"Oh. Behind the door. Sorry 'bout that," Schu apologized.
"What do you want?"
"I wanted to know if you wanted to ride with me to the mall. I'm going out for chicks but you don't have to do the same. Oh, wait, you don't like girls so you wouldn't do that-"
"Hey! Just because I had a boyfriend doesn't mean I'm gay!" Nagi said defensively.
"Ooooh, someone's in denial. Just admit it chibi, you'll feel much better afterwards."
"...Go play in heavy traffic, Schu."
"Wow. Someone's in a bad mood. Does this mean I have to all alone? You wouldn't make me go all alone, now would you, Nagi?"
"...I take back my statement. Go jump of a building into heavy traffic so I can be re-assured you'll be dead."
"You are so cruel!" Schu snapped. Grabbing Nagi's hand, he started pulling the unwilling child out into the front room. "You are coming with me whether you kick, scream, and bite or not!"
"I wouldn't bite you. I wouldn't want to get rabies!"
"Braaaaddd! Nagi's being cruel to me and won't go to the mall!" whined Schu to their leader who was watching boxing on the TV.
"Your going with him, Nagi," Brad said.
"Can I go?" asked Farfarello who was laying upside down on a chair, eating ramen noodles.
"...I might regret this but I would like to watch my show in peace. Go with them too."
"Can I bring my knives?"
"No."
"Can I bring any pointy objects?"
"No."
"Then I'm not going."
"Yes you are," Brad snapped. He pointed to the door and ordered, "I want you all out and don't come back until five!"
"This day is going to blow," Nagi whined. Schu chuckled, "What are you laughing at?"
"You said 'blow'."
"Ugh, won't you grow up?"
IIIII At Weiss's...
The shop was closed due to many fangirls knocking over to many plants. They had to clean up the mess if dirt and plants and they couldn't do it with loads of girls trying to jump them.
"There's only three brooms and two dust pans," commented Yohji as he brought out those items to his friends.
"And why is that?" Aya asked, annoyed.
"The fangirls destroyed them while they were in here," he replied.
"Does that mean one of us gets the rest of the day off?" asked Ken hopefully.
"No way. Omi and Yohji, your going to the store and getting a broom and two dust pans, right now. Ken, your staying here and helping me clean atleast some of this up," Aya ordered. He added after seeing Omi and Yohji's delighted faces, "Don't worry you two, we'll save half of it for you to clean up."
"You're cruel," huffed Omi.
They all heard a crash and looked at Ken who had slipped. A broken broom laid beside him. "Uhh...make that two brooms broken," He said with a sweatdrop.
IIIII Nagi, Schu, and Farfarello...
Nagi sat in the passenger seat, pouting as usual. Farfarello was laying down in the back seat, playing with a knife he had snuck out, not wearing a seat belt because it said it would hurt God since he was breaking the law. Schuldich was the one driving...very slowly. And no wonder. They were passing by a college where there were many girls out in the front (it was a lunch break)
"Could we get there before it's summer, Schu!" complained Nagi.
Schu asked, "Why? I told you I'm cruising for chicks. Why don't you help me?"
"I suppose by helping you this would bring me a certain amount of embarrassment..."
"No. Not at all. Your a kid, girls like kids."
"I'm fifteen! I'm not a kid!" snapped Nagi for he thought of the word 'kid' as an insult.
"But if you start talking to them, and then I walk up, they'll think your my little brother. They'll all be over-joyed because your so adorable and chibi-like and then I'll be able to have me some loving tonight!"
"...Pervert."
"Hey, can I kill one of 'em?" Farfarello sat up from the backseat. Some girls were staring at him, pointing at him like he were some animal, so he naturally flipped them off.
Reaching back Schuldich smacked Farfarello on the back of the head, "We're trying to get a girl, Farf, not scare them off!"
"But they're staring at me!"
"I thought you would have been used to it by now. Nagi? Would you do this for me? Just this one time?"
"...What's in it for me?"
"I'll get you and Omi back together again."
"I want to rip your throat out but I do not want to get your bad blood on me!"
"I'm serious, chibi, you two are good for eachother," Schu pushed his idea of payback onto Nagi.
Nagi shook his head, "I'm not doing this, Schu. Now lets get to the mall before I hurt you."
The two heard screaming and looked over to see the back door was opening. They paled. They soon saw Farfarello pinning down a young man with a bunch of girls gasping around him.
"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Schu shouted as he and Nagi rushed to help the young man.
"Get off me!" the boy shouted.
"I caught him for you, Nagi," said Farfarello proudly.
"Wha--?" Nagi took a second look at the young man to see that it was actually... "Omi! What are you doing here?"
"Get him off of me already!" Omi shouted, "He's to heavy to get him off on my own."
"I let you out of my sight for one minute and you get tackled by Farfarello. Geesh," said a voice. They all looked up to Yohji who had two brooms and two dust pans in a paper bag. Looking at all of the girls he said "Nothing to see here ladies. You can go now."
As soon as the fangirls left Schu pried Farfarello off of Omi. The seventeen year old rubbed his back sorely as he sat up. Nagi, who hadn't seen or talked to Omi in four days, was blushing furiously, not sure whether to run or to actually speak to his ex-boyfriend.
Farfarello pushed him forward a bit with a hiss of "Talk to him already! I didn't pin him down for nothing."
"Uhhh...I-well--" Nagi found out quickly that Omi was still upset. He could see it in those big blue eyes that he still wasn't ready to talk. His head lowered a bit, not sure what to do.
"What the heck are you guys doing at this college anyway?" Yohji asked no one in particular, "Omi and I were just here for supplies."
"You came here for two brooms and some dust pans?" Schu asked.
"Shutup. It's the only place I get them for free."
"In other words, steal."
"Did I just tell you to shutup? I could have sworn I did."
"This is boring. I want to hurt somebody," whined Farfarello, gripping his knife, looking around as if targeting his next victim.
Omi said quickly, "Come on Yohji-kun. We better get going. We got the stuff and Aya-kun really wouldn't want us gone. The fangirls did make a big mess and all and I would hate to see Ken-kun and Aya-kun get mad at us for not doing our part. I mean, we wouldn't want to get in trouble, now would we? It's not right to skip out on our responsibilities-"
"Your babbling," interrupted Yohji.
"Oh, was I? I'm sorry. I--"
"I'm not going to let you babble again. Just say goodbye and we're leaving."
"Goodbye to who? I have no idea who your talking about!" huffed Omi, crossing his arms.
"Okay. Okay. I deserved that. But do you have to be so cold!" Nagi snapped.
"You were the one that was cruel to me! Or have you forgotten being a total jerk four days ago?"
"Hey. You slapped me and I've got the bruise still to prove it. I know I was mean but did you have to resort to violence? I thought you were against violence too! Boyfriend-beater!" he name called.
"Jerk!"
"Idiot!"
"Atleast I don't look like a girl!"
"Rrrr..." Nagi growled, ready to smack Omi himself.
"I heard that arguing is supposed to bring you closer..." Schu chimed in.
"Be quiet, slut!" both Nagi and Omi yelled.
"Geesh. No need to announce it to the whole campus."
The chibi's were growing red in the face, both frustrated, embarrassed, and trying not to admit to the other that they didn't want to be so mean.
"W...Wasn't I good enough?" Omi asked in a whisper.
"..." Nagi remained silent.
"I wasn't good enough. Was I?" Omi choked on his own words for tears were ready to be spilled.
Again, Nagi remained silent, just staring at the grass. It's not you, Omi, I'm just not good enough for you... He thought.
Don't think that chibi, said Schu telepathically.
You know it's true. I...I'm just not meant to have a relationship. Especially with someone so happy and full of life. I mean, look at me, I'm always brooding, I don't have a good outlook on life, and I hate the world. He deserves someone better.
So your going to break his heart because you have a low self-esteem? Seems pretty selfish if you ask me.
Nagi remained silent in his mind too.
"Uhh...I think we should go now before one of them gets maimed," Yohji said, aware that Omi was in a 'Kill All Ex-Boyfriends' mode. He started dragging Omi away by the arm, leaving the three Swartz members to try and figure out what the heck just happened.
Without a word Nagi trudged back to the car and Schu had to drag Farfarello back.
IIIII In the Schwartz Car...
"Nagi, do you really want to forget Omi?" Schu asked.
Nagi, who was brooding and mad at the world (which included Schuldich), just grunted in response.
"Come on. You can't be mad at me. I didn't even do anything! I'm not the one who tackled him."
"Shutup. I don't want to talk about him."
"I take that as a 'Yes I would like to forget'. So, tell ya' what, I'll get you a girlfrie-I mean, a new boyfriend!" cheered Schuldich. Not even his fake cheerfulness could bring Nagi's mood up. "Would you want a new boyfriend?"
"...I dunno. Maybe. Or-"
Not wanting to take 'no' for an answer, Schu declared, "Off to the karaoke bar!"
"But-"
"No buts!"
"I don't wanna'," whined Farf in the backseat. "Can't you just drop me off somewhere?" He saw across the street a butcher shop "Like a butcher shop?"
There was a short silence. "...Okay. But no killing."
"Are you insane? He'll kill anyway!" Nagi said.
"Nu-uh. If he does, no more knives, I'll see personally to that," Schuldich replied as he stopped the car. He watched as Farfarello waited in the middle of the street for a moment to see if he could cause a car crash, but he decided he couldn't cause they were watching, so he just headed inside of the butcher shop. "Alright. Now that's taken care of we're going to the Karaoke Bar. It's called 'Easy Singing', I think you'll like it. A lot of young people head there. A perfect spot for romance."
Nagi only sighed. Omi, I'm sorry...
IIIII With Weiss...
The oldest three watched as the youngest member made his way upstairs in a very emotional state. Ken asked "What happened?"
"We ran into Nagi at the campus-I mean, store. Farfarello tackled Omi to the ground too cause I wanted to catch him for Nagi. Kind of nice but considering the mental state of that guy I wouldn't want to be pinned down by him either. Anyway, Nagi and Omi got in an argument. Nagi was pretty much dead silent and Omi was almost crying."
"He made Omi cry?" gasped Ken "Poor Omi. First Nagi dumps him then makes him cry."
"Nah. The kid cries to easily."
"How could you say that, Yohji? Omi's your friend," Ken argued.
"Look, you guys, we have to see this from Nagi's point of view too. Omi was the one who started it. Of course Nagi's going to snap back at him. Besides, Nagi's hurting a lot too. They obviously want to get back together. I can see it in Omi's eyes when I say Nagi's name. I'm sure it's the same for Prodigy when he hears Omi's name."
"Who's side are you on? Nagi can burn in hell for all I care, the only one I'm worried about is Omi," Aya snapped, his eyes were glaring fiercely at Yohji. "From now on, Nagi's not even allowed to call here. Omi will only get hurt and I don't want that. I knew I shouldn't have allowed this relationship to start."
"You shouldn't have let it start for the right reasons. You might not admit it but you still love Omi," pointed out the blonde.
"Of course I do!"
"You and I both know that Omi is crazy for Nagi still, he just doesn't know what to say. Let me help him."
"No. I'm not letting my grip on Omi go."
"If you really love Omi then you will let him go."
"I do love Omi! Shutup!" Aya snapped, throwing his broom at Yohji's feet. "Come on Ken. Yohji's cleaning the rest of this up. I'm going to talk to Omi. I'm telling him the truth. That there's no way that relationship would work out and he should just get over it."
Fearing what pain would be put on him if he replied to that, Ken covered Yohji's mouth. He said "Alright Aya. Why don't you get a head start?"
And so, Aya headed upstairs. Yohji slapped Ken's hand away and asked furiously "Why didn't you let me beat his ass!"
"If Omi truly loves Nagi then he'll go against Aya. No matter what," Ken said sadly.
"...And why are you just so sad?"
"It's nothing. I'll get over it. We should clean this up, ne?"
"But-"
"Forget what Aya said about cleaning it alone. I'll help anyway. Even if I do get in trouble."
"It wasn't that. Just that you might break another broom, clutz."
"...Thanks for your concern."
IIIII Upstairs...
Omi was once again curled up in his blankets, huggling the bear, his stereo blaring 'Meet You There'. Whenever he was depressed, playing music seemed to help, no matter how much the song related to his love situation.
"Omi, we need to talk," Aya came un-announced into the room.
Omi lifted his head up to just look to see if Aya was in a good mood or a bad mood. Angry expression. Bad mood. He set his head back down with a sigh.
"Yes Aya-kun?"
"It's about Nagi."
"...Why?"
"Because we need to talk about him. Him and his attitude. I mean, look what he's doing to you!"
"What do you mean 'what he's doing to me'!"
Aya tapped his foot on the floor impatiently. "Do I really have to tell you that your depressed?"
"No. I knew that myself..." Omi paused "...Now go away."
"I want you to tell me that you really are over Nagi and that you don't care about him anymore."
"Do you enjoy torturing me? I can't say that! Even though he's a cold ruthless jerk at times, I've dealt with them kinds of people before, so I could handle it. Just that he doesn't want to open up to me."
"Oy Vey," Aya did not want to hear the boy's troubles.
He just wanted to hear those five words 'I don't like Nagi anymore' and that would just make his day. He couldn't believe that he was getting so jealous but he had to admit to himself that he was very jealous. He had been around the boy for how many years? Then all of a sudden this little teen comes waltzing into the flowershop and Omi falls in love? Aya couldn't believe that! He didn't want to.
"I can't believe you'd fall in love with such a person."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nagi's not right for you. He's so...so..."
"I know. He's broody, cruel, and strange. So what? He's adorable too. Everyone has their bad side."
"But-"
"And you want me to say that your right for me, ne?"
Aya blushed "I never said that!"
"You want me to get over Nagi and get with you. I see behind your little talk, Aya-kun! How mean! Your worse then Oracle!"
"So you do love Nagi still?"
"Yes I do!"
"Then stop being depressed and tell him your sorry! Sorry about slapping him and that your angry with him for being a jerk! Calling him names isn't going to help. Avoiding him isn't going to help. Even after this afternoon you can still make things right!"
"I'm leaving," Omi declared as he stood up from his bed.
"Where do you think your going?" Aya asked.
"To Easy Singing. Maybe they'll play some Simple Plan or LA'rcenciel."
IIIII At Easy Singing...
The place was dimmed down, the stage at the back of the huge place. A bar to the left, there was a dance floor to the right but Nagi refused to lay a foot on it, and the table and chairs were in the back corner. The music was booming from the stereos set all across the karaoke bar. Nagi didn't even know if he was allowed to be in here since it had a bar.
The fifteen year old stayed in his little corner, taking the furthest seat away from the people. Schuldich was, of course, out dancing with some girls wearing hardly any clothing. He considered just leaving but where would he go? Crawford said don't be back until five and it wasn't even two. Nagi leaned back while watching Schu dance to some techno music. The karaoke was going to start in a couple of minutes and he was sure Schu wanted him to go up there and sing with him and some of those half-naked girls.
What the heck am I doing here? This place is kind of shady and it's the middle of the day! I would hate to see it at night time... Nagi thought.
He heard the seat next to him being pulled out. Nagi looked up to see a boy about Omi's age sitting next to him. Short blonde hair that looked soft to the touch, his eyes were a light shade of green, and he wore a loose button-down that tucked into his leather pants. Nagi was alerted immediately. He looked at over at Schuldich who only gave a thumbs up. Apparently, Schu sent him over.
If you don't like him I have a whole bunch of em' waiting to talk to you, Schuldich said telepathically.
No. I think you've done enough.
Don't you think he's cute?
I...guess so.
Now talk to him! Do your magic, chibi!
I have no magic!
"Hey, my name is Yuki. What's yours?" the boy asked, setting his hand on Nagi's shoulder.
Nagi shivered. Did this guy really have to touch him? "I-I'm Nagi."
"Aww...nervous, are we?" Yuki smirked "Don't worry. It might look a bit dangerous but it's not bad here. But I've never seen you around here before, you new?"
"I think you met my...friend...he dragged me here."
"Oh, Schu-Schu? He's a sweetheart, ain't he?"
"Yeah. So sweet he causes cavities," sarcastically said Nagi. He moved a bit so Yuki's hand fell off his shoulder "I'm not touchy feely so don't touch me."
"Shy too? That's kinda' cute. Schu-Schu said you were looking for some company so I just figured..." Yuki leaned in towards Nagi's face, his light green eyes shining. "...That you wanted some action, sweet thing."
"Uhhh...no..." nervously said Nagi while leaning back in his chair so they weren't so close. "Schu is mis-leading. He was wrong."
"Aww...but your so cute. Why are you so shy?"
Omi... thought Nagi. Shaking his head he said "You're wasting your time. Go try and get somebody else. I-"
Yuki moved in, a crushing kiss planted on Nagi. Unable to do anything, Nagi just gripped Yuki's shoulders, trying to keep up in his chair. He finally got the strength to push Yuki off of him. Since the boy was so much bigger then him it was hard to do anything.
"Leave me alone!" Nagi shouted. "I don't know what Schu told you but I'm not easy!"
Yuki sat back in his chair with a disappointed look on his face.
"Don't look so sad. I'm sure there are other people here you can screw."
"But Schu-Schu promised me a good time."
"What am I? A hooker? Go away!"
Nagi looked away from Yuki which directed his attention towards the entrance. He saw Omi walk in, wearing a tight yellow shirt with shorts just above his knees. The look on his face though...it was depressing.
He felt his arm being pulled, which was just Yuki again, trying to get his attention. He said "Nagiiiii! Nagiiiii! Hey! Atleast let me get a hug!"
"Didn't I tell you I'm not interested?"
"But I am!"
"That doesn't matter."
The boy tried to pull him closer.
"Let go of my arm! Don't make me hurt you!"
"Hey! What's going on over here?" Omi came stomping over to Nagi and Yuki "Leave Nagi-kun alone! I could hear him asking you to leave from all the way over there!"
"You have a boyfriend already?" Yuki asked.
"Uhh..." both of the boys stuttered.
"I'm going to kick Schu's behind up and down this place!" The blonde stormed off to the dance floor.
"I...guess I'll be seeing you around," Omi waved as he started walking away.
"Y-Yeah. See you...around..." sadly said Nagi who tried to figure out why the heck this was happening to him. Not only was he just sold out by Schu to that nut but Omi just protected him. Wasn't he mad?
I'll never understand relationships... Nagi thought. And I'll never understand why I can't just tell Omi I love him.
"That didn't go over so well," commented Schu who came over to the table with a small bruise on his cheek. "Why didn't you take up on his offer? He really liked you."
"He liked my body, Schu. Omi likes me for who I am and nothing can beat that," replied Nagi.
"Oooohhh, still not getting over the Omi thing, I see."
"Omi's the one who got that Yuki jerk to leave me alone. Then he just left."
"Yeah, so?"
"I wanted to talk to him!"
Schu raised an eyebrow "Then why didn't you say something? You have to start a conversation, Nagi, you can't expect him to just be all 'Hi! How are you doing'?"
"But why should I be the one to start it?"
"Cause...I dunno. He hasn't started it?"
"Riiiight..."
"Hey, karaoke just opened," said Schuldich.
"No. I am not singing with you. You sold me out!"
"Aww..why not?" whined the German. He added quickly "And I did not sell you out! I just tried to help you get lucky!"
"Go sing Schu. Leave me alone. And don't send over anymore of your boytoys."
"Whatever."
Nagi sat through a couple of songs and then he heard something. It was American music. They said it was by Green Day and he remembered that Omi liked that band.
An idea conjured up in Nagi's mind. Karaoke. Omi was here. They might have Simple Plan. Maybe they had Addicted that he would sing to him! Sure, it might be pretty singing, but atleast it would be an 'I'm sorry'. Though it would be pretty embarrassing to sing badly in front of all this people. In English. Then again, after hearing some of the drunken singing on stage that didn't even sound like words formed out of their mouth, not a lot of people might care.
The boy went over to the selection of songs. Looking in the small section of American Music, he saw that they did have Simple Plan. The songs they had to select were only three. 'Addicted', 'Meet You There', and 'I'd Do Anything'. Sure he would sing 'Addicted' but those lyrics weren't really a love song fit for their situation. Looking at his two final options, which Omi would surely recognize, he just had to choose which one. Looking over the lyrics he had to pick 'I'd Do Anything'. It might be hard to sing in English but he could try.
"I'd like to sing next," Shyly said Nagi who walked up to the DJ. He handed him the book and pointed to the song "I want this one."
"Okay kid. Is it out to anyone special?" he asked.
Pausing for a moment, he then said "Yeah. It's from Nagi to Omi. And say it's with...umm..."
"Love?" The DJ finished.
"Yeah. That'll work."
Walking up on stage, he could hear the crowd cheer. He shakily took the mike in his hands and looked at the monitor. He sure hoped that Omi was still in the building!
The DJ said "Hey everybody, this is Nagi. He's going to be singing 'I'd Do Anything' and this goes out to a special someone named Omi, with love! Go ahead, Nagi, sing!"
Omi raised his head from the table he was sitting at. He practically dropped his drink on the floor.
N-N-Nagi? He thought.
He began to follow along with the words:
Another day is going by
I'm thinking about you all the time
But you're out there
And I'm here waiting
And I wrote this letter in my head
'Cuz so many things were left unsaid
But now you're gone
And I can't think straight
This could be the one last chance
To make you understand...
Nagi did his best to pronounce the words right. He glanced over to Omi who was at a table up close, his eyes shimmering with delight. The music hit in full blast and he kept on going.
I'd do anything
Just to hold you in my arms
To try and make you laugh
Somehow I can't put you in the past
I'd do anything
Just to fall asleep with you?
Will you remember me?
'Cuz I know I won't forget you
Omi couldn't believe it. Nagi was singing. For him. Was this an apology? A plea for him to come back? No. This was coming from the heart.
I think I'm gonna' cry... Omi thought as he held back tears.
Schu, who was relaxing at the bar, smirked. I knew you could do it, chibi. I'm proud of ya'.
Together we broke all the rules
Dreaming of dropping out of school
And leaving this place to never come back
so now maybe after all these years
If you miss me have no fear
I'll be here
I'll be waiting
This could be the one last chance
To make you understand
I close my eyes and all I see is you
I close my eyes
I try to sleep I can't forget you
I'd do anything for you!
Omi made his way on stage and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend and started singing with him. And even Schu had to take a double take. Nagi was...smiling.
I'd do anything
To fall asleep with you
I'd do anything
There's nothing I won't do
I'd do anything
To fall asleep with you
I'd do anything
'Cuz I know
I won't forget you
Nagi set the microphone down with a sigh. He felt arms wrap around his waist and a head set on his shoulder.
"Thank you, Nagi-kun," Omi whispered as they headed off stage.
"I'd do anything for you. That's what the song said, ne? So...I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
"Forgive you? Of course I do! I love you Nagi-" he cut himself off. He couldn't believe he just admitted that to his face! "I-I-I mean I really like you."
"I've never told anyone this before but...I love you too," Nagi said while burying his face into his boyfriends chest. He found a couple tears dripping down his cheeks. "I missed you so much Omi. I hated myself so much after seeing how much I hurt you. I want to make you happy, Omi, just tell me what to do. I'll do it."
"Then just let me hold you a little longer, okay?" Omi asked as they held eachother close.
Everything's okay now. I finally get it. If this relationship is going to survive I'm going to have to open myself up little by little. I'm going to do my best. I won't loose Omi ever again. I swear, Nagi thought as the swayed from side to side on their own little dance floor in the corner. The song playing?
I'd do anything...
IIIII
Well, sucky ending, but atleast they're back together, right? Right::is hit with trash and empty cans: I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But please review, okay? I apologize for any mistakes in this chappy, I was to lazy to re-read :hits self on head: There will be an epilogue though.
Thank you to all that have reviewed my story and thank you to any future reviewers that might stumble onto this story. You guys are AWESOME!
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