Chapter 4
Yohji shook his head as he stood up and turned to Faye. "Will you be okay?" he asked her as she sat up.
"I'll be fine," Faye said with a soft smile.
As Yohji left the room, he put a hand on Omi's shoulder and said, "Stay with her. She needs someone to talk to."
"Okay," Omi said as Yohji closed the door behind him. "How are you feeling?"
"A little shaken," smiled Faye. "Please sit with me."
Omi had been in Yohji's room on more than one occasion. But the room was usually covered with discarded articles of clothing that never made it into the laundry basket. The room consisted of a full size bed with black and gray sheets, a desk holding a laptop computer, a desk chair, a nightstand holding a black and silver lamp and alarm clock, and a dark cherry wood dresser with only a couple photos and colognes sitting upon it.
"Wow, Yohji really changed this room since the last time I was in here," said Omi as he sat down on the bed. "It's really clean."
Today, the room was clean. There were no clothes littering the floor and instead of the windows only having blinds on them, there were black curtains covering them. Yohji's bed was positioned between the two large windows and the dresser was standing beside the door. The desk and chair hid on the other side of the dresser, only visible if you entered the room and moved past the dresser.
"I know, I'm amazed his room isn't a disaster zone," said Faye.
"You and Yohji know each other," Omi said in surprise.
"Oh no, he's a guy and most guys have messy rooms," Faye said quickly.
"Aya-kun has a very clean room," said Omi. "And so do I."
Faye watched Omi for a moment. "You look much younger than you are," she said. "You're what…seventeen?"
No one had ever guessed Omi's actual age. Usually they would say he looked like he was twelve or thirteen but never seventeen. "Yes," he said. "You're the first person to guess it on the first try."
"Well you look like your fifteen and yet you have the maturity of a seventeen year old," she said. "It was only logical that you would be that old. I'm guessing you're the youngest out of these everyone here."
"Yeah," Omi said. "Ken's nineteen, Aya's twenty, and Yohji's twenty-two."
"It must suck still going to school," she said.
"Sometimes but everyone here treats me like I'm the same age as they are," he said.
"Good. As it should be."
The door slowly opened as Aya stepped into the room. "Aya-kun," Omi said with a smile. "Yohji asked me to stay with her."
"There's a clothing store just down the street," said Aya looking at them. "I was thinking since the rain has nearly stopped that you two should run down there and buy Faye some clothes."
"That sounds like a good idea," said Omi.
"I'll change out of these cloths and meet you down stairs," Faye said. "Okay, Omi?"
"Okay," Omi said as he left the room with Aya.
As Yohji and Ken entered the kitchen, Aya appeared in the hallway. "There you two are," he said. "Take a road trip or something."
"Screw you, Aya," Yohji said coldly. "We had to wait until they found our order."
"We also got stuck in a traffic jam," Ken said as he grabbed five sodas from the fridge. "Omi, Faye, dinner."
Silence filled the apartment as they waited to see Omi and Faye enter the kitchen.
"Where are those two?" asked Ken as he proceeded upstairs. "Hey you two."
"They're not here," Aya said eating a fry.
"What do you mean 'they're not here'?" asked Yohji. "Where'd they go?"
The sound of the shop door closing caught their attention. Ken hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen as Omi and Faye climbed the last stair.
"Next time we take coats," said Faye as they came down the hallway. "I smell food."
"Yohji and Ken must be back," Omi said as they entered the kitchen. "Yeah, food."
"Where were you two?" growled Yohji walking up to them.
"We went out," said Omi as he slipped past the tall giant. "Is he okay?"
"No," said Ken.
"Thank goodness your okay," whispered Yohji as he moved past Faye to a nearby closet. "But you're soaking wet."
"It stopped raining as we left to go shopping," Faye said as Yohji draped a towel over her head. "We thought we would make it back before it started again."
"You two should get changed," Aya said. "We don't need either of you sick."
"Okay," Omi and Faye said together.
"You'll like what I got," whispered Faye.
She dashed past the older men and followed Omi up the stairs. Ken and Aya watched Yohji as he leaned his head against the wall.
"What's up with you two?" asked Ken walking up to the blond. "Do you two have history or something?"
"Drop it," Yohji said. "Just drop it."
"Come on, Yohji, you can tell us," Ken said kissing his cheek. "Especially me."
Yohji let out a deep sigh before wrapping an arm around his young lover. "Okay," he said. "Faye and I use to know each other five years ago. I was seventeen and she was fifteen. Well I use to be wild and got into trouble a lot while Faye was a goody, goody. One day three years ago, I got into a fight with this guy and Faye just happened to be there. We were nineteen and seventeen. Guns were drawn and I thought Faye was safely hidden. Well I was wrong. She ended up getting shot. Nothing serious just a gunshot wound to the side. I freaked and disappeared, vowing never to get her hurt again. The only times that I ever saw her was on her birthday and Christmas time."
"Wow, so did you love her?" asked Ken.
"Yeah and I still do," Yohji said. "She's everything I ever needed and still need."
"Does she know?" Ken asked as Yohji removed his arm from his friend.
"No," said Yohji. "She knows I still like her but she doesn't know how much."
"Are you kidding?" said a soft voice. "I've always know how you felt about me."
The three young men turned around and there stood Faye. She was dressed in a black mid-thigh length skirt, a blood red halter-top, and her tan thigh high tights held up by her garter belt. Her waist length black and fiery red hair was pulled into a long braid that fell over her shoulder.
"Wow," Ken said with wide eyes.
"Close your mouth," Yohji said hitting him in the arm. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you," Faye said blushing.
"It's been a while since I last saw this look," said Yohji cupping her face in his hands.
Faye stood on her tiptoes as Yohji leaned down to kiss the young lady before him. But at the last moment before their lips touched, Faye turned her head and Yohji's kiss landed on her cheek. As she took a step back from him, his eyes filled with sadness.
"Foods getting cold," Ken said as Omi came down the stairs. "Let's eat."
"Good idea," Omi said grabbing a plate with a burger, fries, and a soda.
"Here you go, Faye," said Ken handing her a plate and soda.
"Thank you, Ken," Faye said as she took the plate and followed Omi into the living room.
Ken, Aya, and Yohji soon followed and were seated on the couch while Omi and Faye sat on the floor. Faye leaned against Yohji's legs as she stretched out her own and tipped her head back. A strong but gentle hand began to pet her hair as she sat there and ate her fries.
Once everyone had finished their dinner, Ken and Omi took everyone's plate and empty cans and quickly did the dishes. As Omi sat back down with Ken right behind him the room fell silent.
"How did you two meet?" asked Omi breaking the silence.
Faye looked at the young man and then back at Yohji. "I had just finished my first month of college and was walking home when I suddenly heard someone whistle," she smiled. "When I turned to look at who it was that was whistling, Yohji here stepped in front of me so when I turned around to keep on walking he was right there. He walked me home since I was in the dangerous part of town."
"Yeah well most of the guys there don't mess with me," Yohji said as he continued to pet Faye's hair. "And I thought she was very hot in her miniskirt, very short tube-top, and knee high boots. Perfect target for slime bags."
Faye moved beside Omi and said, "Oh like you before we met?"
"Hey, you had bad taste before I fixed that," teased Yohji as he leaned forward to grab her foot.
"No," Faye said as she pulled her feet backwards.
Aya stood up and walked out of the living room while asking, "Does anyone want a soda?"
"No thank you, Aya-kun," Omi said as Yohji sat beside Faye.
Faye quickly laid down on the floor, setting her legs over Yohji's lap, and putting her head on Omi's thigh. Omi's eyes quickly enlarged as the young lady reached back to scratch her head.
"What's the matter, Omi?" teased Ken. "Never had a girl lay her head on your leg?"
"No it's not that," Omi said in a shaky voice.
Once again, Faye put her hand behind her head but this time she ran her hand over the inside of Omi's thigh. "How's that feel, Omi?" she asked sitting up.
The only thing Omi could do was swallow.
"Pretend you like it, kid," whispered Faye as she leaned closer to him. "I promise you'll like what happens in the end."
Omi's face was a bright red color as he turned his face towards her. Gently and lightly, Faye placed her lips on Omi's as she ran her hand on the inside of his thigh. As Aya came back into the room, he stopped in the doorway and watched for a moment before giving a little cough.
"Omi, can I talk to you?" asked Aya as Faye pulled away from the young man.
"Coming, Aya-kun," Omi said jumping to his feet.
"Anyone wanna guess what they're going to do?" asked Ken with a big smile, once Omi and Aya disappeared up the stairs.
"That was the whole point," Faye said as she moved beside Ken's legs. "Both of them had so much tension built up and they just needed something to give them that little push."
"Now I see why you like her, Yohji," Ken said as Yohji walked over to him. "I'm just saying."
"Ken," Yohji said tipping his head backwards. "Don't worry about it."
Gently, Yohji put his lips to Ken's as he leaned towards him. "I thought so," said Faye as she sat on the couch. "And you denied it, too."
"I'm not gay," said Yohji quietly as he sat between the two.
"Your gay right now," teased Faye.
"I see," Yohji said resting a hand on her thigh. "Yes I'm gay right now because I'm very happy to see you."
"So were you a bisexual when we met?" Faye asked shifting in her seat.