Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss, never will. I'm doomed to just play with them.

A/N: I'm happy that somw of you out there aare enjoying this fiction. it has earned itself a soft spot in my heart.

Blue on Blue

Chapter 7

Omi smiled as he watched the brunette from his vantage point in the living room. Ever since he'd been released from the hospital two weeks ago, Nagi had insisted on taking care of him. Rex had hired a personal nurse per his grandfather's instructions and Nagi had sent the woman floating on her way, off the balcony and down to the sidewalk where she landed gently. The poor woman screamed and fainted by the time she hit the ground, but she was fine otherwise.

It was becoming increasingly hard not to make any noises. He'd stayed in the hospital for almost two weeks and would have been there longer if Nagi hadn't once again stepped in. He still wasn't sure what he did or said, but the doctor suddenly had a change of heart and agreed to let him leave a week early on the promise that he would not make a single sound.

Omi had sighed loudly which was the only sound he could generate to show his frustration. But when he saw the look in Nagi's stern cerulean eyes, he smiled and nodded politely to the doctor. Omi knew better than to mess with the telekinetic.

So for the past two weeks Nagi had been taking care of him. At first the brunette insisted on going home every night, very late, and arriving the next morning, very early. But Omi had finally convinced him to just stay and sleep on the sofa.

Besides, he had threatened with his pen and paper, if you leave I may do something stupid like call out to you in the middle of the night, wishing you were here.

That had earned Omi the reward of a blushing and gaping Nagi. When he had recovered himself, he just nodded his agreement and walked off to the kitchen.

Which was where he was now, cooking dinner. Omi was curled up in his favorite chair with a book that he really wasn't reading because he was too busy watching Nagi. He was only allowed soups and soft foods. And they had to be at room temperature or cold. Nothing warm or hot.

Nagi had proven to be a good cook and Omi was impressed that he kept finding new things to make that fit Omi's diet. Suddenly two slate blue eyes found his and he quickly raised the book to hide his face. Oh no. He hates it when I stare at him. I'll just stay behind this book until he calls me for dinner.

Nagi's heart started pounding within his chest when he looked up to see Omi staring at him. Again. Why did he insist on doing this to him? Didn't he know how embarrassed he was every time he found those brilliant blue eyes watching him? The brunette was surprised when Omi hid behind his book. He usually smiled at Nagi and wrote down some comment or other that would further embarrass him. But this time he had hidden his face. Why? Was he embarrassed for getting caught? Or does he think I'm mad at him?

Nagi wiped his hands and picked up the small rice ball, making his way over to the hiding man. He had made it a point not to move silently around Omi lest he startle the man and he cry out. So Nagi made sure to clear his throat, alerting Omi to his presence.

He stood in front of Omi, waiting to be acknowledged, but the man stayed behind his book. Nagi laid a finger on the top of the book and pushed it down to reveal a guilty looking Omi. The telekinetic just smirked and leaned over, one hand on the arm of the chair, the other offering the rice ball.

Omi opened his mouth and ate the offered food with a smile. He knew his face had to be all sorts of red by now. He could feel the heat spreading through his body. Nagi was so close. He'd only have to reach out a few inches and he could…

"Do you like it?"

Omi just nodded as he swallowed.

"Good. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes."

Nagi let his fingers trail through the sandy blonde locks and went back into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner, confident that Omi knew he wasn't mad at him.

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Nagi sighed and settled into the soft sofa cushions. It was becoming more difficult to be around Omi. Ever since that night in the hospital, things had been different between them. They were still good friends, but there was this underlying current of tension. They hadn't kissed since that night in the hospital either. He wasn't sure why Omi hadn't tried anything, but he hadn't out of fear. Fear he was making a mistake and it would cost him his best friend.

But whenever he was with Omi, he wanted to be next to him, touching him, kissing him. But he couldn't dispel the fear gnawing at him. Omi is too important to risk on such impulses. But sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if Omi had the same fear. Is that why he hasn't tried anything? Or is he waiting for me?

Nagi sighed again and rolled over. He wasn't going to get any sleep if he kept up this line of thinking. He cleared his mind, silently chanting, lulling himself to sleep. A small noise, a click reached Nagi's ears and the telekinetic sat upright, scanning the room. He found Omi emerging from the hallway shadows, making his way over to the sofa.

"Omi, is something wrong?"

The sandy blonde nodded his head.

"What? Tell me."

Nagi was now sitting on the edge of the sofa, covers in his lap, looking up into the big eyes that he grudgingly admitted he had a weak spot for.

"Omi. Tell me what's wrong."

Omi reached out and lightly caressed Nagi's cheek. He couldn't see the blush, but he could feel the flesh warm under his touch. He wanted to tell Nagi how much he cared for him and remind him of the night in the hospital. Where had those feelings gone? Did Nagi just say those things because he was just so relieved at seeing me alive? I know he's my friend and he cares for me. But I thought…

Nagi couldn't look away from the man gazing down at him. He was mesmerized by the beautiful face and the soft touch of his hand. Omi's silence was killing him. What does he want from me?

"Omi. What's going on? What…..what do you want? Do you need your pad of paper and pen?"

Omi shook his head at Nagi's question and reached down, grabbing the telekinetic's hand and pulling him off the sofa. He kept looking behind him as he led the confused man back to his bedroom. They entered the bedroom and Omi shut the door, then led Nagi to the bed where the telekinetic stopped, not willing to be led any further.

Omi let go of the hand and proceeded to get into bed, giving Nagi a questioning look.

"I can't….we shouldn't…"

Omi sighed and laid down, turning his back on Nagi. The brunette stood there in the dark, heart in turmoil over what to do. If I get in that bed tonight……I would be admitting my feelings for Omi. But isn't that what he just did? By inviting me into his bed…..he's willing to risk our friendship.

Nagi slowly made his way to the bed and slipped in under the covers. He could smell Omi on his pillow and he couldn't fight the smile that was trying to break free. The bed was comfortable and soft and as he settled in, Omi rolled over and nestled into his side, arm draped over his stomach, leg latched onto his, and his head under his chin. Nagi lay there, not sure he was going to be able to sleep. His heart was still racing and his mind swirled with too many thoughts to keep up with. Then he heard a contented sigh from Omi as the man settled down for sleep.

That small sound made every thing go away. Omi was happy. Nagi brought one hand up and absently stroked the sandy blonde hair, while the other rested on top of the other occupying his stomach. Nagi suddenly realized that lying there, with Omi in his arms, made him happy too. He closed his eyes and let the sound of Omi's steady breathing lull him to sleep.

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Nagi wasn't sure how long he'd been laying there, but it didn't really matter. The only pressing matter he had to take care of today was lying against him asleep. He'd woken up to find himself still ensconced within Omi's bed and his arms. And he couldn't be happier.

Nagi started stroking the soft hair of the sleeping man and it caused him to wake up. Sleepy blue eyes looked up at him and Nagi smiled.

"Good morning."

Omi smiled at the sight of the brunette lying in his bed.

"I didn't mean to wake you up. Go back to sleep."

Omi shook his head 'no' and caressed Nagi's cheek, his eyes following the gesture.

"Thank you Omi."

A raised eyebrow from Omi was all the questioning he needed.

"For bringing me to bed last night. I've been too scared of losing your friendship to explore my feelings for you any further. I couldn't stand it if I lost you."

Omi opened his mouth as if to speak and Nagi panicked. He pressed their lips together to keep the injured man from risking his voice. Omi melted into the kiss and Nagi wrapped his arms around the man who was now lying on top of him.

When Omi broke the kiss and pulled back slightly to look at Nagi he had a very satisfied smile on his face. As a matter of fact, Nagi would even call it smug.

"You manipulative little----"

Omi kissed Nagi shutting off the offensive rant that he knew was coming, but the brunette pushed him away just enough to continue.

"----bastard. You did that on purpose! You knew I wouldn't let you risk speaking."

Omi just smiled.

Nagi just scoffed and pushed Omi off of him, getting out of bed and heading for the bathroom. Omi sat back in the bed, leaning on his hands with a smile on his face, knowing Nagi's huffing was just a bluff.

To be continued…..