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Chapter 2

Omi sat at his computer desk, after finally finishing the mission report. He paused and listened for any indication of movement from upstairs. There was nothing. It was absolutely silent, a grin spread on his face. With a thud and twirling of the pages, the journal lay underneath the lamp. It was waiting for the integration to begin. Omi could read into the most private man's life and feelings and there was no stopping how far he would go. Instead of the pervious experience, where his conscious and 'mischievous side' gave him a headache. Vibrant blue eyes read next few pages of the black scribble.

He had only gone through a few of the short journals but he found more depth than he could handle at times. Omi had discovered that Aya would write randomly or whenever the stresses of the life of daily assassin got too much for him. So for the last twenty four hours he had been cautiously about seeing if Aya realized the journal was missing. But the tall red head had not approached him or ask any of the other residence. Omi was in the clear, for now.

The past few weeks had been uneventful. We go to the shop, Manx comes in, close shop, hunt, and come back to sleep. It's dull, but I never complain because when it gets out of the routine, that's when you start to have problems. Like today, because Youji's headset was off the proper channel, we were almost all killed. That stupid blonde, I swear, one of these days I just want to pick him and shake him until he gets some common sense. However, at the same time, I wouldn't have anyone else back me up, the moron has the damnest luck. Especially, when Schwartz always seems to appear out of nowhere, you guessed it, like today. Luckily, they didn't really seem to care about us but they did kill the target instead. I feel sorry that Omi is going to have to write up this report. I just hope we don't have to worry about something stupid because they left a curial part of the information out. Come to think of it, they have been doing that lately. But I'm going to keep missions out of this for the moment. Wouldn't want the legal system to see this ne?

Aya called while we were out and said she wanted to stop by. I think I listened to the message three times, just to make sure she was still awake. I almost caught myself about to break down in front of the others. But, I was able to hold it in until I reached my room. I can't believe she's really back. It…is a dream and a nightmare all rolled into one. For a while, I was beginning to doubt her but I would never fully give up on her because…it's just Aya. It's hard for me to let some things go, but for Aya I'm glad I never did. I just hope the guy she brings this time isn't pierced all over like a pin cushion. I have a feeling, we're going to need that talk soon as well.

Omi has been really busy lately. As would be expected of a florist, student, and assassin at the rip age of eighteen. He hasn't mentioned the thought of college to any of us. I'm surprised, I thought after all this time, he would jump at the chance of a normal life. But then again perhaps a year off away from school would actually be good for him…not really. Going to school is probably the best thing for him. He seems to enjoy it, though he never talks about with us. I never did with my parents I don't expect him too.

Gr…Ken is playing his confounded radio again and it's giving me a headache. Or perhaps it's this stupid journal; I'm done for today I think.

Omi lifted an eyebrow reread the paragraph on him. It was just interesting that Omi would be the topic. He always found himself being referred to in this world that consisted of Aya's mind. It was always something positive and a complement, he knew Aya had been able to be nice but it was surprising. The redhead had his own flare to everything. It defiantly showed in his writing and every time he found his name on the page his heart would thundered a little. It was his little private secret, a secret between him and Aya, the others, Krikter, nobody could take that away. That simple fact allowed Omi to catch a smile on his lips. He shook his head and turned the page

Its been a while, only a couple of days though it feels like forever since I've written. Aya has been fine, I met her boyfriend and he seems like a nice guy. We were at a café in the park, chatting it up, well Aya was more chatting it up. The guy was looking like he wanted to bolt or piss his pants. I'm thinking he probably would have if the topic hadn't switch to my romance life. My sister almost killed me with my own coffee as I coughed to prevent from breaking 'I'm the big brother and I will rip you in half' act.

"Don't you have anytime for a girlfriend?" she had asked, "I mean its been a while, you can't really be always wanting to take care of me. I mean…its been a few years, Ran."

The conversation was taken over and plunged into the depths of hell. And I had never been so happy to get away from the whole idea or Aya. I forgot how nosey she could be when she really wanted something. I know that I haven't had a relationship for a while and to be honest, I'm just not ready. It's difficult to even consider having a relationship, being an assassin. If I did have a relationship it would probably be with one of the guys…unfortunately, they are guys(Sighs)

Ok, that was just freaky, Youji just barraged in nothing but his freakin' underwear announcing his undying love for me. I fell of the bed in surprise (thus explaining the long splattered ink, sorry about that). I swear to God, I will kill him before next year. Omi and Ken will come home and find a puddle of blood in his room after he has been a rotting corpse for a week. He nearly woke up the rest of the house, he was just lucky I was already up. I glared at him and shoved back in the room. He better stop the banging from the broom closet door, serves him right for coming home drunk at…three in the morning.

Surprisingly, I'm not tired at all. I'm physically worn out but my mind keeps going. Mostly back to the conversation I had with Omi lately, it seems that Ken has been slowly getting out of hand. Which is rather unnerving, Omi is thinking of telling Kikter, and we both know it will end badly. I'll give Ken a talking to, or perhaps Omi should but he's been worrying about this so much. That's what he does, chibi no baka, he worries about stuff and about us. He doesn't have to, we're responsible adults, for the most part. Maybe I should suggest they give us a break…damn it I already can see his worried eyes of blue if he ever caught off what happened when they got those free days off. Well, somebody had to kill someone after all. Youji needed the break, he had been drinking too much and Ken, Ken killing too much is defiantly never healthy. Omi has his work and school, he deserves to get in a good college. I wonder if he found the application ticket for Tokyo U. He'll get in, and he'll be first. I hope he picks something he enjoys and really wants to do, just incase Weiss does fall apart at least he'll have something. Shit, Youji is getting loud; I guess I'll let him out of the broom closet.

This entry is getting longer than I thought. But I guess that's fine, it's not like anyone is going to read this. Hell, I know I'm not, this is some lane stuff. But anyway getting back to the idea of a relationship, if I was going to be in one it would probably be with Omi because he's just…Omi. Not to mention that I would kill Youji in his sleep the moment he tried to pull something. Ken is way too loud and drives me nuts. But Omi, one look of his damned worried expression and I just can't help myself…maybe I have been thinking too much. It's nothing. Its really getting late and I have early shift so I'm done for tonight.

There was a slam of a door causing Omi to squeak and look around realizing he was not lost in Aya's head. That he was back in the mission room surrounded by dark lights and a stairway. Blue eyes blinked as he looked up, there was Aya coming down the stairs in a rather hurry. Omi quickly, shoved the journal back in his book bag. His heart was thundering in his ears as the redhead turned and realized he was not alone.

"Omi," he stated firmly staring at the younger man.

"Aya-kun, what's wrong?" he asked trying to keep his voice even.

"Nothing…," he stated, looking around the room clicking on the lights, "I'm just looking for something."

"Oh…what?" Omi asked standing up walking towards the taller man.

"Nothing, just," Aya seemed to freeze and quickly grabbed a pen on the coffee table, "A pen. I was looking for a pen." Then he nodded stiffly and walked away and up the stairs not looking back. Omi let a sigh escape his lips once the redhead was gone.

"Omi," Aya stated from above the stairs, Omi's wide blue doe eyes locked with firm violet. He felt his jaw go slack and his lips go die as he heard a dark vibrating voice, "Dinner will be ready soon."

"Oh," he stated quietly, and then Aya turned and left in a robotic manner. Omi just stared as he disappeared and the lights turned off once more. He was alone in the mission room, reading a black leather bound journal that did not belong to him. His heart was racing in his chest and ears. And all he could think was, Aya had a crush on him and the world was making sense much faster than he could stand. Then a blush hit his face hard as his forehead made contact with the table. This is bad, his good side stated in a panic.

Oh, is it now? His inner demons asked with a smirk.

Oh, yes, it is very bad.

WR: What do you think?

Aya: I'm so going to kill you(starts to approach with panther like grace)

WR: Ah, Aya the best part is coming up you know (backs up nervously trying not to die)

Aya:I know and I'm going to stop you (holds up katana) You're evil plot and life ends here!

WR: (getting all dramatic while holding up a black leather bound book "I don't know. This isn't right. A boy should not be allowed to be so cute. It should be a sin…in fact I know it is a sin. He's so….

Aya: DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! (WR laughs and runs away) Don't you dare review! This is not happening! WR get back here!