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Chapter 4: Stargazing and Cologne
Omi woke in his bed and stifled a yawn. He stretched and felt his muscles still aching from last night's mission. He peeped out the window at the glorious sunshine before glancing at his alarm clock.
"Oh crap!!!!! I'm late!! Aya is going to be so mad at me!"
He dashed out of bed and quickly dressed and attempted to brush his teeth and comb his hair at the same time.
He ended up, however, with a comb in his mouth and toothpaste in his hair.
"Aw...screw it! the cap will cover it!"
With that, the chibi didn't even bother with breakfast and ran out the door. He zipped into the Koneko narrowly avoiding knocking Yohji over.
"Woah there, you don't have to be so excited to see me. I already know how you feel about me," Yohji said lazily.
Omi dashed into the kitchen only to run into the one person he didn't want to see
" You're late," came the deadpan reply.
Omi sighed.
"Aya..."
"Get to work," the red-head's cold voice commanded.
Omi nodded miserably. the last thing he wanted was for Aya to be mad with so early in the day.
Ken watched Omi sulk across the kitchen floor. If only there was something he could do to help him
Aya looked at Omi's back and wondered if he had been too harsh.
His violet eyes flashed with remorse. He turned his attention back to the bundle of freesias that were to be delivered that morning.
Aya stared hard at the freesias, Omi's favorite flowers.
He looked over at Omi again who had busied himself wrapping a bouquet of roses for a customer. He sighed and decided that Omi would be just fine.
Sure enough, as the day progressed, Omi's mood seemed to have brightened
He had turned on his irresistable charm and flashed his cute chibi smile at all the female customers sending their sales skyrocketing.
" Oh look at those big blue eyes!" they all exclaimed in excitement
"How cute!" some of the older girls exclaimed. Some even dared to reach out and pinch his cheeks. Those girls were the ones who ended up being slapped.
Aya glared at those slapped ones and silently warned them not to come back. They cringed under his scrutinizing eyes and had the sense to back away.
Meanwhile, Omi wiped the sweat off his brow as he sighed from exhaustion. He gazed towards the cloudless skies and shaded his eyes from the glaring sun
Cloudless skies usually meant a starry night
Omi grinned at this thought
He had always liked staring up at the stars at night. They were so pretty, like diamonds against a large velvety blanket that temporarily covered the world until the sun rose. It often gave off a romantic feeling even when he had no one to watch the stars with.
To say that he had never dreamed of viewing the stars with Aya was a lie.
He often wondered how it would feel to have the katana-yielding man's arms around his body as they savored each other's warmth under the summer nightsky. Realizing that his attention was drifting away from his customers, Omi shook his head as if to clear the thoughts away. He looked up guiltily hoping that no one saw the goofy grin on his face.
"Thinking dirty thoughts, chibi?" Yohji inquired winking at him.
"What are you talking about?" Omi asked feigning innocence.
"You know what I'm talking about," Yohji replied grinning at his flustered partner.
Before Omi could retort, Ken cut in to the conversation.
" Okay enough with the flirting but I think Aya is giving us the evil eye."
The trio turned around only to meet a pair of very angry violet eyes staring back at them.
" Damn," muttered Yohji.
Omi gave an audible gulp and looked up guiltily.
"Get. To. Work."
"Yes sir!!!!!" cried three voices in unison.
The three assasins scurried away quickly under the pair of violet scrutinizing eyes.
Soon after a hard day's work, the group was ready to close the shop for the day.
Seeing that there were no customers to serve at the present moment, Omi went to the shop's kitty for its daily petting service from him. The kitty meowed and looked up at Omi as if asking him to hurry up.
"Aw...you're so cute..."the chibi cooed over the kitten.
"You mean like this block of ice here?" Yohji asked motioning to a silent red-head.
Aya glared hard at the playboy.
"Geez, I'm just trying to have some fun here," Yohji gave a pout, dropping his cigarette.
Omi was blushing so much that he accidently pet the cat a lot harder than he had meant to. This sent the cat jumping into Ken's arms.
"No kitty! Come back!" Omi ran towards Ken.
Before Omi could get any closer to the frightened cat, Yohji took hold of his collar and started to drag him across the floor.
" Now Chibi control yourself. We wouldn't want the cat to wet itself. I don't think Ken would like that."
Disgusted, Ken let go of the cat.
" Besides I need to talk with you," Yohji gave him the his trademark mischievous grin as he led him to the back storage room.
Ken's eyes followed the the two figures suspiciously. He didn't like Yohji's mischievous grin.
"Hey chibi, how's it feel to be here in this storage alone with me?" the older man started the conversation once they were in the storage room. He figured letting the playboy in him loose now would be okay. After all, he had something originally planned.
"Bad."
"Bad? But why?" Yohji asked frowning.
"Well last time we were all stuck in here, you were the one who locked us in here until Aya finally broke down the door."
"Ahh good times."
Yohji took out a cigarette stick and proceeded to light it.
" So tell me Omi, how are things going in the men's department?"
"Huh? But I thought we run a flower shop...there's no 'men's department'..."
Omi knew there was no way Yohji would buy it but it was worth a try. There was a moment of silence before he finally spoke up.
"Uh...h-how long have you known?" he managed to stammer.
"Long before you've even guessed it yourself," his friend smirked.
Omi blushed a deep red. " How'd you find out?" He was almost afraid of the answer.
" I have my ways," Yohi wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Remember, I'm an expert in this field. I've had LOTS of experience."
Omi didn't dare ask him to elaborate on his "experiences."
"So, Omi, what have you planned tonight?" Yohji winked at the younger man.
" Well not much really," Omi replied. He really didn't trust Yohji with his private feelings. Then again who did?
" Nonsense!" Yohji grabbed Omi in an arm lock. " Come on, let Uncle Yohtan, the love doctor give you a little help!"
Omi sighed. Last time he received help from Yohji, he ended up in a bar surrounded by millions of girls not to mention he was underage. But curiosity got the best of him.
"You have some ideas?"
" I knew you'd give in sooner or later Chibi!"
"OK, so here's what you do and you better listen up because I have a date tonight and I won't be able to help you salvage the situation of all goes wrong."
Omi nodded vigorously.
"Tonight, you will watch the stars with your lovely Aya-kun and you will enjoy it."
"But before you go, remember to put on some cologne."
"You mean I smell?!" Omi asked completely apalled.
Yohji laughed at this watching Omi sniff himself.
" No, chibi. You see, if you haven't noticed, our leader has a very high level of surveillance amongst our members to ensure a successful mission."
"No doubt that he probably checks us all even at home, right? So my theory is that he remembers the way we walk and of course our smell."
Omi was surprised how Yohji was able to string such…nonsensical things into something that was remotely logical…at least to Yohji himself.
He looked quizzically atYohji but Yohji seemed unfazed.
"In the past, as we, Weiss, all know I have attracted many women with my amazing scent." He shot him a cocky grin.
"Of course I cannot take all the credit for my incredibly sexiness. I give to you…this bottle. The essence of what makes Yohji Kudou what he IS!!! I hereby entrust you with what men from history has died trying to seek!" With a dramatic flair, he produced a shiny black bottle. Omi's eyes widened at the intricate carvings and the blinding glare.
" It's so…shiny…"
" Here Chibi…put it to good use! Do not shame the divine scent of Yohji Kudou!"
Yohji looked intently at Omi to see if he had believed it. Omi thought about what Yohji had said. It was true that Yohji had attracted numerous women in the past and that the rest of them paled in comparison to him.
Finally, he decided to believe him.
"So all I have to do is take your cologne to win his heart?" Omi asked.
" Mind, body, and soul," Yohji solemnly swore. " Just put a little of this on and he'll be sniffing you out like a bloodhound on a trail all the way to the rooftop. Or you can invite him to watch the stars with you," Yohji added with a wink.
"No thanks," the younger one replied quickly. Yohji pretended not to hear this as he shoved the tiny black bottle of " love potion" into Omi's hands.
"Well, then chibi, you're all set for a night of romance! If I hear suspicious noises coming from the rooftop, well…there proves my theory!"
Yohji ducked out the door before a small shovel collided with his head.
That Night
"Don't forget the cologne, don't forget the cologne, don't forget the cologne..." Omi repeated in his head. Yohji had slipped out the door before dinner, so it was really important that he did not mess this up. He had reluctantly decided to dab on some cologne despite Yohji's vulgar description. Just out of curiousity.
It smelled like any other cologne, honestly. Musky, crisp, and fresh. Oh well, at least it will make him smell good. Although he still couldn't see why it was so special.
Omi gave one last glance at his reflection. He tugged at his black leather shorts nervously, picked some lint off his long sleeve shirt, and gave a final brush to his vest before heading out his room.
He slowly made his way to the deck hoping that all would be alright. As Omi had expected, the deck was empty. He slid the door open and felt the cool night air brush against him. Looking behind him and not seeing Aya as he had imagined, he closed the door. His hands were shaking even though it wasn't even guranteed that Aya would come out. Although Yohji had told him that he will make sure that Aya shows up no matter what.
It was then that Omi felt the cool beads of sweat on his skin and the scent of Yohji was bothering him. It wasn't natural. The smell wasn't natural. But yet he couldn't ignore the slight tingling feeling that had started to build within him. It was as if someone planted an ember inside of him and now it was flaming up. Omi groaned at the feeling.
He began to clutch his head as he felt the ball of heat travel to his face. Panting, he steadied himself by the rail. Images of a certain redhead assaulted his brain as he gasped for the calm night air. It seemed like the walls of his mind were constricting him. Oh god, he thought before sliding down the cool concrete wall behind him.
After a few moments, Omi miraculously felt…better? He felt…brave and hopeful and…something he couldn't quite place. But at least he didn't feel like he was running a 101 fever. Then, he looked up at the nightsky, something he hadn't done for a while.
He made sure to stand in the middle of the deck in case Aya wouldn't see him if he came outside.Omi waited for a long time on the deck but there were no signs of Aya coming out at all. After two hours, he became disheartened. ( A/N: For those that are confused, Omi is just insanely optimistic due to the " cologne"…hopefully that clears things up.)
He wished that he could call Yohji right now to ask for more advice, but Yohji probably wouldn't answer his phone. Maybe Yohji was joking when he said that his cologne attracted people. But then again, he was the expert in this field. Maybe the cologne didn't attract men, only women.
Omi felt his hopes dropping when Ken turned off his bedroom lights. Now Ken was sleeping and Aya still showed no signs of coming. Maybe it was best that he get some sleep so that he would no be late again tomorrow.
He certainly didn't want to be late again. Tomorrow morning, he would be upset that Aya didn't come and it wouldn't help if Aya was mad at him again. Omi felt his eyelids growing heavier as he debated whether he should go to bed. The promise of cool sheets wrapping around his overheated body and a nice soft pillow cradling his aching head finally won him over.
He shut the door gloomily and stalked to his room. He laid on the bed and stared a the ceiling. Maybe there was no chance of Aya ever liking him back. Omi didn't really recall a time in which Aya seemed remotely attracted to men anyways. After all, he seemed so cold like he never cared about anyone.
Sighing, Omi threw back the covers. I'll just wait for one more hour, he thought.
Aya laid down his glasses and placed a bookmark on the page he was reading. He looked at the clock and rubbed his eyes tiredly. It was 11:00 pm and Yohji was still on his date. He remembered earlier that Yohji had told him that the gutter was broken and told him to fix it.
Ken and Omi were probably already sleeping. Yohji wasn't back but…what was that scent coming from the hallway? Aya picked up his katana and went to investigate. It smelled like any other cologne, but much with a much more…seductive scent. It pervaded into his nostrils. Aya coughed a little to relieve some of the irritation but try as he might, it wouldn't go away. Damn, he thought, what the hell is that? The muskiness that usually came along with the cologne was beginning to mess with his head, fogging up some form of coherent thought.
Suddenly, Aya heard a door creaking open. His head snapped in the direction of the door, his katana in one of his hands. It was the door to Omi's room. Aya had a fleeting image of Omi beaten up on his bed while a black masked robber took off with his things. He shivered and gripped the katana tighter. He had better not have touched Omi or I will personally rearrange his face, Aya thought angrily.
Just then, a dirty blonde head popped out from behind the door.
Royal navy met violet ones. Aya loosened his grip on the katana, relieved that it was only Omi.
"Aya-kun..."
Aya clenched his teeth and shut his eyes as the scent suddenly became stronger, invading into the deep recesses of his mind and maximizing his deep carnal desires. What is happening to me, he thought.
Uncharacteristically, Aya was the one who broke the silence.
"Shouldn't you get some sleep to avoid being late tomorrow?" he asked. Omi flinched. It wasn't a question but more of a statement.
"I...uh...I couldn't sleep so I decided to get some fresh air," Omi stammered. Inside, his heart was pounding fiercely.
Aya looked at Omi, regretting his choice of words. He hadn't meant for it to sound cold.
"Why are you still awake, Aya?" Omi bravely inquired. (A/N: It's like opposite day or something)
"Yohji told me to fix the gutter. He said that he would be on a date and Ken is so clumsy that he might fall off the building," the red-head replied once again reinforcing his emotionless façade.
Omi didn't even have to ask "what about me?" to finally understand why Yohji was so confident that Aya would show up. He noticed that Aya didn't seem much different than his normal self but actually, Aya was just as nervous. Was it because of him? It was an unspoken agreement that they would go out to the deck together, Aya to "fix the gutter" and Omi to get fresh air.
Omi waited for Aya as the red-head searched for the tools. Then they both went outside onto the deck under the massive glittering diamonds embedded in the night sky.
Omi's head was swimming wildly. He was finally watching the stars with someone he loved. With Aya! Even if Aya was just out here for a few minutes to find the undamaged gutter, Omi was grateful for this little time that they could spend together under stars.
Aya felt torn between fixing the gutter and staying with Omi for company. First things first, he thought. He really wanted to just stay beside him and feel the warmth emanating from his body. He REALLY did.
The taller man lugged the heavy toolbox near the gutter. He inspected it for any wears or tears but couldn't find any. He kept looking up at Omi's figure and back down at his work. There were no cracks and the paint wasn't even peeling yet. Yohji had lied. He must have set them up. Aya scowled at this thought.
But being the intelligent assassin that he was, he knew better than to waste this chance. Aya left the toolbox at the gutter and walked over to Omi.
For a moment, they just stared at each other before Aya moved closer to Omi. "Aren't they pretty?" Omi asked looking up at the stars. Aya didn't answer but Omi had not expected one.
The moment felt awkward yet romantic.
"Omi, try on a new cologne?" Aya asked. Omi felt his heart beat faster. Yohji was right! It did have a powerful effect. "You smell like the pervert," came the socially ungraceful reply.
Omi didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He was sure that Aya didn't mean to make it hurt but at the same time, he might truly despise that smell.
"Y-yeah..."
They spoke no more words as they stood on the deck with each other. Neither wanted to go to bed despite feeling sleepy. At last, Aya spoke.
"We need to go to bed. We don't want to be late tomorrow."
Omi nodded reluctantly while Aya went to retrieve the heavy tooldbox.
"Um..." the blonde started to say just as Aya was about to step inside.
Then, impulse swirled with romance into a colorful pattern took over. In an instant, Aya was on the ground and Omi was on top of him. He didn't know why he did it. He just knew he had to and if he didn't he would die. Their lips were locked together, both breathing heavily. They savored each other's lips in a passionate kiss, both lost in a dizzying world wants and desires. It was only then that they felt happy for the first time in years. Reality lost and a symphony welcomed the prospect of Paradise.
Omi felt Aya smile under his lips. Tears streamed down his face as he gripped Aya tighter against his body. They had time on their side.
It was about three in the morning when Yohji strolled in through the doorway after his "date". He stretched languidly as he trudged up the stairs to his room.
Yohji was just about to collapse into his unmade bed in his drunken stupor before he glanced at the top of his drawer where he kept all of his custom made fragrances. The small bottle of Armani cologne that he had intended to lend to Omi that day stared at him innocently from its place in the sealed box.
Confused, Yohji picked up the shiny black bottle rolling it around in his fingers. Didn't he just lend Omi…
Yohji was suddenly flung from his torpor as he yanked open his top secret drawer to find a bottle of his special custom brewed aphrodisiacs missing. It was so powerful that the herbologist he had consulted specially warned him against using it at all for it brought out the inner most desires of the user. Heck even Yohji had sense enough to dilute this stuff when he went out to pursue a particularly challenging female.
" Oh shit."
In the morning, no one had bothered to check the deck before going to work, so Aya was late to work for the first time in his life. Omi was late too, but this time, there were no glares from Aya. Only sweet shy smiles.
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