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Chapter 5

Aya was so relieved to find the black journal. Quickly, he got dressed in a pair of black pajamas and a black t shirt that was slightly larger than his thin frame. His moist red hair had droplets dripping onto his shirt causing him to shiver slightly from the evening air. Taking a deep breathe of relieve he opened the last few entries, skimming over his messy handwriting that was difficult to read at some points. Then he reached the final entry and his lazy violet eyes skimming over the words. Of all the members in Weiss…I never knew Aya had kept a journal. It's…

Instantly, his violet eyes widened in shock. He recognized this handwriting instantly. It was the smaller delicate, clear, elegant, and everything else his handwriting was not. Perhaps, it was because the writer was everything he was not, taking a deep breathe he stood up and started to pace within the confines of his room. This is not my writing. This is not my wording or voice. Shit. This is bad. It's not my writing…but it's in my book. Why the hell is Omi's handwriting in my journal! He stopped in mid step, SHIT! OH SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! Omi has read my journal. He threw the cursed black book in the corner, the pages flying around as if possessed and then landed with a thud right to the page he had left it on. Violet eyes glared darkly at the black scribbled on white. His breathing was hard now, shoulders lifting and falling with which inhale and exhale. For a moment, he sat down on the bed, his head cradled in his head as he focused on not getting too outraged or running around the complex shouting Takatori. Omi would not appreciate that, nor would the neighbors. Who had already called the cops on Youji twice this week for trying to drag their daughters and sons into the darkness of their basement while under the influence.

Aya shivered at that memory then looked back at the book, his breathing had settled slightly. I'll read it…only to find out what he has said. He already knows and even if he does know, it's better than me bursting into his room and destroying any hopes of patching a friendship. I can handle the rejection but if he honestly hates me, then…I'll leave, but he can't really hate me, right? With a heavy sigh, Aya stood up and picked up the black journal from the floor. Long fingers griped the corner of the journal as if it was infected with the black plague. Then slowly, he sat down on the edge of his bed, turning on his reading light. One long leg was bent on the bed while the other dangled to the ground. Might as well be comfortable before all hell breaks loose, he thought. Taking another breathe he began to read, violet eyes absorbing the kanji on the page character for character as if he had nothing else in the world to do. This allowed him to step from his hell of a reality and into the world of Omi.

For as long as I've been reading this journal, I'm amazed. I have no idea how to address you, as in the book. Aya never gave you a name, which I'm rather surprised by, must have never crossed his mind. Don't worry we'll fix that…how about…Yuki. That's a cute name, ne…wait does that mean you're a girl or a boy? (chuckles)…I don't think it matters but I think it fits better than Blackie or any other name I can't think of at the moment. I think we've been around too many cat analogies anyway. They are beginning to rub off on us.

Of all the members in Weiss, I thought Aya would keep a journal. I just never realized I would actually be proven right. It's…like looking into one of the most passionate people I have ever met. He worries a lot more than he shows. It's like being able to have a book that says what he was thinking and why he did it. However, he still leaves that sense of mystery that he has always carried. It's like walking out into the ocean, one step away from the shallow edge and you could fall 50 meters. Instead, as soon as you enter the dark region, only to find there is a glass cover preventing you from going down all the way. I guess, you never can know someone completely but you can reach a certain understanding is what I am trying to say.

I've read everything from the start of this journal. It was a complete accident. I hope I haven't damaged anything between Aya and myself. I was…I was snooping around trying. Actually, I can't remember what I was doing in his room. Then next thing I knew I was under his bed praying he would never find me. Only to run out with his most private thoughts, some are humorous, others are…something I had hoped, dreamed, and long for but privately, I knew it wasn't possible. I guess, I was wrong. I was wrong to assume that someone who cared so much about one person did have room for another. I guess, it is luck that that person likes the other in return, ne? Did what I wrote actually make any sense. I guess all this thinking has made me more lovey dovey than I would hope, not that it's a bad thing.

Wait, a minute, I'm getting off track. Oops. Haha…ok, so its not really funny. But anyway, lets see what did I do today. Oh today, I sat down and thought a lot about Aya and everything else that has been going on. I'm very upset with him for running off to do missions without us. I know that we need a break, but if we really wanted one, we could just say no. I don't think Aya understands the meaning of no to a mission. I'll have to teach him that. He's going to have a vacation for a few days thanks to that stunt. Also, snooping into someone else's life, even a sibling (hint: Aya-chan), is not very nice…however that means I am a hypocrite since I am writing in someone else's journal. Wait that means Aya has to approve of your name Yuki…oh boy. I'd like to be there for that conversation…yes, I know you can talk. Gomen, I don't he knows it yet…then just tell him already and quit stalling. Well, I gtg face the music Yuki, ne you'll tell me if Aya is really upset?If I can find you again…but what if I can't? Then I'm going to make this longer just incase.

Plus, I have a little secret, I want you to keep. Sh..you must never tell a soul. Of all the people that have come and gone in my life, I hope, that Weiss never comes and goes because if we were not friends then I would not have my family. We all switch the roles around, depending on our moods, some of just play certain roles better than the others. But we always respect each other and work very well together (comparing to the first few missions). After trying a relationship with several other people outside of Weiss, especially Nagi, we can't be normal like other people. I knew it was him the instantly, but I…got curious and…one thing led to another…and we both know the ending to that story. It was very difficult since we made a pact about being lovers and not interfering with each others work. That did not go well at all. So we broke it off, mutual agreement. Now, I find myself in another similar situation, at least its not sleeping with the enemy. I'm terrified of loosing Aya's friendship and partnership in the hopes of a love development.

Is it really worth that?

Work will always be a priority but safety is important as well. . But at the same time, my heart will always strive to be able to make Aya smile. At times, I have found myself trying to reach just to make him smile. I did notice him staring a few times in the shop over the past couple of weeks. I don't know if you have seen him smile when he's reading a really good book or just talking with Aya. But it's breathtaking and I always want to see that smile, that's the smile that allows me to go on. I can be strong as long as Aya is there, with Aya everything turns out all right. He's always there in a tight jam or just when the fan girls are getting too much. I just wish he would trust himself more and even one of us. It's good that he tells you, Yuki, however, it would be nice if he told me what was going on.

Maybe that's why I really don't want to give you back to him. I don't want to just watch his actions. I need to know his reasoning, I want to know everything about him, so I can always make sure he can stay. Even if its not forever, I can't ask forever, I'm an assassin not God. I just want a little right now so much that it hurts. That right now will become a memory that I will keep and hold to as long as I can.

Yours Always,

Omi

P.S. Tell Aya, he has to come and talk to me.

Aya let the breathe he had been holding escape his lips with a sigh. Then he reread the passage, his heart pounding with each character. With an inhale and exhale, he closed the book, placing it beside him only to stare at the black cover. He didn't realize that on his lips was a gentle smile, with his lips quirking upwards. Silence ran through the room.

Suddenly, with a hard yank of the drawer, he took out a pen and tore out a piece of paper from the back. Then he scribbled in his chicken scratch handwriting, only to fold the paper and check the time. Omi would be heading to night class tomorrow evening so he would be gone for a few hours. Then his smile turned in a full ledge smirk with a dark glint in his violet eyes, I know just what to do, Yuki.

Omi returned from his night class exhausted. His hair was slightly disheveled from the bike ride back and his poor attempts at smoothing it out. With a sigh he pulled out an orange juice from the fridge and unlocked his room. For a moment, he just stood in the door way with the door almost against the wall. It was empty, lonely, and he was actually in the mood for company, more like company from a certain familiar black book or better yet Aya. Omi shook his head and entered his room, throwing his book bag in its usual spot by his desk. He sighed flopping back onto his bed, only to land on something hard that made him wince and growl furiously as he pulled out something from underneath him.

Blue eyes became the size of saucers as in his hand held a very familiar black leather journal. Then his hands felt the leather, it was soft but it smelt new. Taking a deep breathe he turned and opened to find all the pages were blank except for the first lines. There was the familiar handwriting that he knew belonged to Fujimya Aya. It read.

Omi,

Here is your journal, its name is Atatakasa.

Yours Always,

Ran

The roaring of his heart beat fell with each word. He found himself hyperventilating from the fact that Aya had already read the journal. He thought he would have some time to at least plan on exactly what he wanted to say.

Then a looming body stood directly behind him, towering over him, with arms ready to grab him. Omi screamed, when he felt a pair of arms suddenly enclose around his body. They rested on his stomach while a chin lay on his head only to lean down further to his righter shoulder. His entire body went tense, he was praying it was who he thought but his stomach was in knots from fear. The breathe right by his right ear was tickling him and making him squirm. He took another deep breathe only to find he had forgotten how to use his vocal chords. His arms were locked to the side of his body, preventing escape while the vibrations from the familiar deep voice made his heart stop.

"You read my journal and then wrote in it."

Omi wanted to die and erase the last few days when he heard that cold voice. It was the voice only Aya could manage that made him completely weak in the knees.

Suddenly, he was whirled around and pressed tightly against the other man's chest. His ear landed on Aya's heart. Its beats were steady, confident, and consumed everything else around them.

Ba-Bum

Ba-Bum

The chest rose and fell with each breathe.

Ba-Bum

Ba-Bum

"Do you hear that Omi?"

Omi felt a blush growing as he slowly nodded and looked up into pools of deep violet.

"It only beats for you, nobody else." Aya looked down and took a hand from his back and placed it gently on his cheek. Omi felt his jaw drop to the ground at Aya's smile, it was beautiful, and there were no kanji that could describe it. Then Aya lent down and gently kissed him only for it to quickly drive the kiss into more than words could describe. Within a second it had ended as quickly as it had begun. Omi continued to stare in shock, only to realize Aya was smirking and his face felt very hot.

"Omi," Aya asked curiously leaning down so they were staring into each other's eyes. "You ok?" His eyes reflected mischief and adoration, as his feet were slowly beginning to leave. Omi's silence was unnerving him. Another moment passed only for him to sigh heavily, stand up and about to leave.

Omi's hand found Aya's sleeve before either realized the action. "Ran," Omi found himself at a loss for words. He tried to remember how to breathe then stated with a blush on his cheeks. Aya slowly turned back to look at the shorter man, he gave a small smile. The smile sent a trigger that caused Omi to just jump the taller man and engulfing him in a tight hug, knocking them onto the floor.

Aya found himself on the floor with Omi sitting on his waist. His face felt very hot and Omi just realized the position they were in as well. Both of their faces were probably bright red as they looked into each others eyes, hearts racing at the same pace. "Don't leave Aya." Omi whispered, he was hyperventilating again, "I don't want anybody else either." Then he placed a gentle kiss on the redhead's lips. Suddenly he found himself underneath Aya who had a predatory grin with a similar glint in his eyes.

There was a drop of soccer balls, one of which hit Omi in the head. Aya stopped attacking Omi's mouth and looked up. Omi bent his head backwards to see an expression of 'what the fuck?' Ken turn into 'run for your life' expression. Aya was too busy giving him the glare of doom, about to run after the man and kill him in many different ways. He was about to sprint after the man. Only Omi's small hands on his arms kept him in place.

"Hidaka. leave. now." Aya growled, magically Ken was gone. Omi giggled looking back up at Aya who had an expression of confusion. "Nani?" he asked, a faint blush falling on his face.

"Nothing," Omi smiled and picked himself up. Aya stood up as well, looking down at the boy.

"Yuki said, you wanted to talk," Aya stated calmly.

"Ah, but not in the hallway," Omi smirked, "I have lots of questions." Aya chuckled as Omi grabbed Aya's hand. It wasn't like his hands that were always cold. Instead, Omi's small hands were warm as they lead him into the room. The door was closed and a resounded lock was heard throughout the complex.

The End

WR: Thank you! Thank you! I'm done! YAY! Bye bye

A: Aren't you forgetting something glares

WR:…ah yeah…

Yuki snow

Atatakasa warmth

You know how Aya's always deamed the king of ice by most fandoms well, I thought it would be nice if he thought Omi was his warmth. . Cute ne? Anyway bye byes!

O: Aren't you forgetting something else?

WR:…um… Review….and if I can I'll have a few more fics coming up eventually. I'm leaving heck with what the love birds say p see ya!