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Chapter 4
Omi was sitting in his favorite spot in the entire city. It was a bench overlooking the Tokyo's skyline located across from the river. The lights of Tokyo shined brightly in the evening sky, blocking the lights from the neighboring stars. His sleek black motorcycle rested beside him, the helmet lying at his feet. The gentle evening breeze blew through his blonde hair brushing it against his cheek. It felt like it had been an eternity since he had taken the time to get out of the house and come here. Usually, he came here to think, about Ouka or whatever he had been ignoring for the past couple of days. Presently, his thoughts were engulfed by the passages written on the white pages. The black journal was resting in his hands as he unconsciously ran his fingers along the binding. The soft feel of leather, was some what settling his craving to touch something, or more specifically, someone with red hair.
He shook his head and had an urge to chuck the stupid notebook back across the river and hide underneath Aya's bed where he had found it. His mind flashed back to a few hours ago.
Omi stood in front on the borderline between the apartment and Aya's world. The room was exactly the same has it had been seventy five hours ago. Only a few pieces of clothing were draped across the chair and books thrown on the floor. His heart pace quickened at the thought, any moment Aya would return from visiting Aya and her new toy. The narrow intense angry violet eyes would see the journal in his hand and all hell would break loose. But Omi wouldn't care. Radiant blue eyes fell once more upon the black journal, the light from the hallway lighting up his back but the darkness of the room hiding his face. If the others had looked in they would not see the boy who was usually full of smiles, instead they would see a boy that looked like he was about to cry.
A cry from a seagull caused Omi to start out of his flashback and turn to look at the darkening sky. They had the day off again; or rather Ken, Youji, and Omi had the day off while Aya, Aya was out alone on a mission. Now, Omi finally understood how they had managed to get the free days when they really needed them. The proof was in his hands.
He also knew now how he had even realized that he needed to start thinking about the future. Aya had planned everything out down to the letter. In a way, Omi should have been creped out that he had his very own stalker. But at the same time, it was the obsession and possessiveness that could only reveal Aya's true character. The man cared, worried, and adores the group despite what he presented and acts. It made Omi all the more determined to show Aya that he was wrong and right about some things. But in the end, he knew that Aya would accept it and probably make sure that Omi was as successful as his wildest dreams wished.
"Damn it," he whispered clutching the journal to himself, a tear leaking out from the corner of his eye. Aya, had enchanted him for the past few days. He didn't want the book to end. The book was becoming his sanity, a wake up call from the drone of life. He felt more loved and cherished than anyone else could possibly feel, especially being an assassin. However, that wasn't what really scared the shit out of him, a man who he thought didn't care about him except as a teammate was deeply, desperately, infatuated with him. If it had been some stranger, it could be considered to be stalking.
However, Aya was Aya. The redhead was personal, secretive, beautiful, and locked within the confines of his soul. Omi's heart was torn between flinging the feelings away; it would affect the team dynamics or allowing him to be engulfed by all that passion. His head snapped up at the thought, that was the best way to describe Aya, he wasn't a ball of ice everyone made him out to be. No, Aya was more passionate than anyone would dream and it made Omi's mouth go dry at the thought. The redhead was a walking ball of firey passion, and he looked so good while doing it.
Heavily, Omi sighed and focused back on the bound book. He hoped and prayed the red head would understand when he made his ultimatum. He prayed that Aya wouldn't cut him to shreds and leave him with a bleeding heart. The youngest member of Wiess, pouted and shook his head out of the realm he was being pulled into. Ouka would understand, she would want him to be happy. He nodded firmly as he stood up staring at the skyline then picked up his helmet and started up his bike. He looked back at the skyline the city, it was a difficult decision but right now he could not, would not back down. Because for the first time in a long time, he had to do something before it was too late. He would not make the same mistake twice, being an assassin since he was very young had made him decide. It was now or never.
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On the other side of Tokyo, on top of a little flower shop, Aya was watching the stars. It was getting colder again and he enjoyed the cool air, but his favorite past time was watching the winter sky. It amazed him that, even with the bright lights of Tokyo, you could still see the Big Dipper high above. He let out a puff of smoke from his lips. So what, he had stolen a cigarette from Youji's pack when the blonde wasn't looking. It wouldn't be missed and it would last longer than it would with Youji. Besides, he was really stressed out, today he had searched the entire complex, he had even hinted to Ken and Youji that if they saw a journal they were to return it immediately to him. The two men just blinked, nodded, and ran for the hills.
I should have toned down the flaming eyes of doom, He mused to himself. Shaking his locks of red he continued to stare up at the sky. His brain was aching to the point he couldn't really make out between North Star and Sirius. The journal was gone and no body had seen it. However, Omi had remained gone all evening and with the journal gone, his gut was telling him something he didn't want to know. Omi and the journal….the journal and Omi. He groaned, covering his face with his hands, burning himself with the cigarette. A curse and rapid movement prevented the fire from spreading to his body. He growled and chucked the stupid addictive piece of crap to the other rooftop. As soon as the horrible comfortable object hit the other rooftop, Aya wanted the piece of tobacco back. "Shit, I'm officially going crazy." he muttered turning around and heading down stairs, it was getting too cold to light another one. He needed a shower and then he would go to bed. Then he would write.
His thoughts paused as he chuckled darkly. How the hell was he going to write if he didn't have the journal? Damn that stupid little black leather journal. It just had to run away from him…like all his other dreams. He slammed the rooftop door and went to his room in silence, trying his best to avoid everyone remaining in the apartment.
When Aya finished his shower, he pulled a towel over his head and rubbed his redhead dry. It stuck out like a cat that had just walked by an electric blow dryer. The result was looking like a puff ball. Aya glared at his image and instantly combed it out till it remained some what tamed. Then he heard the door of his bedroom click shut. Aya froze as he slowly reached for his towel and crept towards the room. He blinked, there was no one there. His room was empty except on his bed was the journal bound in black leather.
Before he even realized that he was still wrapped in his orange towel, he picked it up and marched over to the door. However, he flung the door open and found no one in the apartment; all the lights were off underneath the closed doors. Aya glared long and hard at the empty hallway then returned to his territory. The faint sound of a lock hitching into place echoed through the complex.
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Omi sighed with relief against the door to his room. His heart was racing a thousand miles per hour, as he slid down the door to rest on the floor. Aya had been in the shower and left the door a jar, leaving Omi to the few scrap of the redhead he hadn't seen before. At that point, he just threw the book and ran like the devil was chasing him. He shouldn't have done that. He should have given an explanation to Aya about the book.
Ken had mentioned that Aya was acting a bit…odd for Aya. The redhead had apparently asked the two rather nicely about a book. Both of which had no clue what was going on, in a way Omi was happy that he had found it rather than the others. Youji would have teased the both of them excessively to the point where the group would have been down to three. Ken…well, Ken probably would have passed out from a noise bleed. Omi chuckled at the thought of Ken lying on the kitchen floor, blood gushing from his nose while twitching. Then the group would have been down to two, leaving Omi blinking and wondering why Aya was about to pounce on him and lock him away.
The blonde hair blue eye boy tried to fight the blush that had rapidly spread on his cheeks. Damn it! He was acting like a school girl! The mental image wouldn't leave. Intense violet eyes boring down into his soul as his back were pushed against the wall. The sound of a door opening and closing with the lock turning rang through the hall. Leaning his head back with a rather loud thud, blue eyes closed in thought. It was only a matter of time, now. Then the gates of hell would open and not even Omi could guess what was on the other side.
WR: OOOOO What's gonna happen…MWHAHAHA I'm not telling you! I've had this done for a while I just haven't had the chance to put it up. Enjoy!
O: You're evil
WR: Thank you! Thank you! I'll be here for a while MWHAHAHA!
A: GET ON WITH IT!
WR: AYA! (GLOMPS!) THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! HAPPY NEW YEARS!