A/N: This is just our backstory of Omi's trademark shorts…

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Ever wonder why Omi wears the same exact shorts everywhere? And yes, it that one pair of shorts. From missions to flower deliveries, it still seems to hold up just the same. You'd think he'd wear jeans or trousers or something during the winter months but nope, not Omi. So why DOES Omi wear shorts all the time? Believe it or not, at one point in time Omi actually wore the regular old worn-down jeans..

Some missions ago

Omi sighed as he held up the last wearable pair of pants he owned. It was the one pair of jeans he had been trying to avoid wearing on missions because it simply did not look like it was going to hold up to all the running and dodging that was required for an agile assassin. Threads and holes adorned it like some kind of bad fashion mishap and fabric only really covered strategic areas. To sum it all up, it was the kind of wear that even the shameless nightclub dancer wouldn't even be caught dead in. But Omi was desperate.

"Omi, are you ready yet? We're all waiting for you!" Ken's voice drifted into Omi's bedroom.
"Coming!" Omi responded. He took one more look at this pair of pants and prayed to the heavens that it won't interfere with the mission and his safety. Letting out another sigh, he hastily pulled the pants up and zipped it. Just in case, he stuffed his shamrock keychain into his pants. At last, taking in a deep breath, he walked out of his room where the rest of the assassins were waiting.
Aya was glaring at him, probably because of his tardiness but Ken and Yohji just stared at him, dumbfounded.
"Omi, those pants-------"

" You don't need to say anymore Kenken...I'm aware..."

" Those are Yohji's right?"

" Chibi! If you wanted to get into my pants that badly all you had to do was ask!"

Aya glanced at Omi as if he were in his everyday wear and wordlessly exited the flower shop.

After positioning themselves around the perimeter of the target's building as they had planned, Omi took out his laptop and began to check the position of the enemies. Unconsciously, he checked the enemies around Aya first. After all, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if Aya had hurt himself and he could have prevented it.

Warning: Be prepared for insanity…

That night...Aya went slashy crazy with his katana while Omi shot darts at random guards. Yohji tripped people with his wires and Ken gutted people like fish. Omi fell off the window in surprise when a guard spotted him.
" OMI!" screamed Aya as he grabbed onto Omi's jeans. Not to anyone's surprise it ripped and Aya was faced with Omi's naked butt.

Ken covered his face in horror while Yohji grinned.

Aya stared at the conspicuous hot pink smiley tattoo grinning at him. Omi's face burned a much darker shade.

"I like that $$ of urs, chibi!" Yohji shouted oblivious to Aya's glare.

Meanwhile, after Omi had shocked the guards dead with his garish tattoo on his naked butt, Ken had been trying to control a flooding nosebleed.

Yohji looked thoroughly pleased as if he had just been fed a full month of porn. Aya, on the other hand, was turning as red as his hair.

Omi felt the cool night air whip his nakedness but could not do anything since he was being hung upside down out a window by what was left of his pants. However, he could still hear Yohji's enthusiastic shouts over the voices of their enemies.

Suddenly cool hands grasped the back of his thighs as someone either tried to pull him up or grope him at the same time. Omi did the next "logical" thing anyone would do in this sort of situation. He flailed around wildly.
" STOP MOLESTING ME YOU PERVERTS!"

Out of sheer reflex, Omi slapped the offender in the face. He turned around to face a beet-faced but bewildered Aya.

In shock, Aya loosened his grip on Omi. Omi yelped in fear for now he hung from the open window by his shoes only.
"Guys! Help me up!" he yelled. To his relief, Yohji came.

In a mere matter of seconds, Yohji managed to catch Omi. " My HONEY!!!"

" STOP GROPING ME!! NOOO DON'T TOUCH ME THERE!"

Ken gaped in horror at this scene unfolding in front of a group of well-trained assassins capable of "denying beasts their tomorrows".

Of course Aya had to intervene in the matter. But no matter how hard he tried he couldn't help seeing the image of the tattoo on Omi's soft-skinned butt.

Suddenly, Aya shot out a hand, grabbed Omi's wrist, and forcefully dragged Omi across the battlefield where the target was shocked dead due to the amount of nudity present.

"Aya what are you-"

" I'm taking you shopping."

" What NOW?!"

Aya gritted his teeth as he forced out images of Omi's nicely formed butt.

Meanwhile

Yohji whistled as Ken slowly recovered from his blood loss.

" Kenken lets go home!" Yohji exclaimed with a jolly air as he wrapped an arm around Ken

"What about Aya and Omi?"

" Oh they won't be back for a long time..."

"What do you mean?" Ken asked.
"Ah, nevermind..."Yohji's voice trailed off as he led Ken away. Ken turned to take one last look at them and then decided to go with Yohji in case he decided to rape seduce a poor innocent little girl along the way back.

At Ukes R Us:

"What about this?" Omi asked holding up a pair of red leather pants that looked oddly familiar. Aya shook his head in protest. "Um, then how about this one?" Aya shook his head for 'no' again. "This one?" No.
Omi sighed in frustration. Every pair of pants in the store that he had held up, Aya disliked.

"Do you gentlemen need some help?" a worker in the store asked. Omi looked up at her with his big blue orbs which he called "eyes" and replied a "yes." Instantly, the store clerk sprang into action. "Then I know just the thing!" she said enthusiatically. "I'll be right back."

She returned with a pair of plain, black shorts. Omi looked at them and wondered why he hadn't seen this pair before when he was practically leading a crusade through the store's pants. "These just came in yesterday so we haven't had time to put them out yet."

Omi took the pants from the box and looked at Aya who seemed to have muttered a quiet "maybe." With that, he went into the dressing room to try them on.

After putting it on, he looked at himself in the mirror. Not bad, he thought to himself. Just a bit plain. He gingerly stepped out of the dresing room to ask for Aya's opinion.

Aya, who had been trying to catch up on his lack of sleep due to numerous images of Omi conjured up by his subconsciousness the last few nights, looked up tiredly at Omi. However, he shot back awake when he realized that his object of affection, HIS blue-eyed doll, had appeared in front of him. In shorts.

"Aya-kun, how does this look on me?" Omi implored. Aya's head was screaming and trying it's best to resist the temptation to drag him into the nearest bathroom. His eyes scanned down the chibi's feminine body.

He had very cute facial features that at the same time promised death to those who wrong him. His puppy-dog eyes were his trademark tactic when trying to persuade others to help him or buy him something. His thin frame still managed a very nice, defined curve at the hips and very beautiful legs emerged from black pant legs.

Aya wondered briefly how Omi also ended up with such nice lips. Finally, he nodded in approval to the worker, who went to the front desk to ring up the purchase.
When she was out of hearing range, Omi looked at Aya. "Are you sure these really look good? Because, I don't think I've ever looked good in black..."Omi confessed.

"You look nice in anything," his companion wanted to say. Instead, he replied with a plain "yes."
For a moment, Omi looked dubious but then decided to believe Aya.

"Ok, Aya-kun, then I'm going to change!"
A genki Omi bounced his way back to the dressing room while Aya lustfully stared after him.

Automatically, he got up and started moving in the same direction. He hadn't noticed this until he collided right into Omi when his friend was about to go into the dressing room. Omi looked up. Once again, Aya felt his legs grow weak at the sight of them.
"Aya-kun...?"

Aya stepped back to allow the other to change. Just as the other Weiss member was shutting the dressing room door, however, a very naughty little boy decided right at that moment to run past the red-head shoving him into the door.

Omi let out yelps of pain while Aya barely registered what had happened until he looked down into the chibi's startled face.

"Eh..."
There was an awkward silence (which felt like a million years) that followed the awkward position (which made it too easy).

Strong hands caressed his gentle face as he felt Aya's tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. Omi's eyes widened in surprise for this was so uncharacteristic of his usually stoic leader. He felt the slight pressure from the other's luscious lips yet he welcomed the strange, new feeling. Never in a million years had he thought his first kiss would be with a guy. With Aya.

Aya's long fingers traced imaginary patterns on Omi's face while kissing him with all the longing he had felt before finally being satisfied. He could feel his own tongue brushing hotly against the other's and proceeded to deepen the kiss. It felt like he was melting, melting into one with him.
For this moment, time seem to have stopped. The only thing in the world was him and his object of affection, Omi. It didn't matter that Omi might not have liked him back this way. Just to be able to be so close to him was a dream come true. He could die happy. Just the feeling of having his partner in his arms was worth sacrificing his dignity as the leader. He knew at that moment, that he would treasure this memory deeply.

"Sir, this will be---------------------oh my god..." the magic was broken when the two assassins heard the sales lady 's voice.

"Stupid woman," they both groaned inwardly at the interruption. Unknown to them, the groan was not "inwardly" as they had imagined.

When Aya reluctantly broke away from Omi, he found himself staring at a handful of customers and the sales lady gaping at them. Aya sent his below-zero-degrees-colder-than-the-Arctic glare and some customers involuntarily shivered and turned back to their shopping. They had all apparently taken the groan to be a sexual groan asking each other for more action.

Then Aya turned to the sales lady. For a moment, she seemed paralyzed with fear.
"H-here are your pants, s-sir," she managed then mentally chastised herself for adding even more unnecessary detail to the scene. A blushing Aya hastily grabbed the wrapped package and dragged Omi out of the store as soon as the chibi had changed out of the store's unwrapped pair.
Without looking up, Omi could already feel everyone's stares on them. Omi imagined how their fangirls would react if they had found out what had happened.

You know, black was never my favorite color before. I've always preferred brighter colors...but I think I like black now. It's not that bad...especially if I could get a man to kiss me in black, Omi reflected when they were walking home.

Unfortunately for the pair, among the customers in the store where one of the fangirls, and as we all know, yaoi gossip travels 10 times faster between fangirls than between AIM. Thus, over the next few weeks, Aya and Omi had a lot of explaining to do at the Koneko. Needless to say, Yohji and Ken only had to listen to the fangirls squabbles to find out the story.

It stands to reason that Omi never bought another pair of trousers again.

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