It will take a while longer before there is anything to cry about but I promise the time will come that this story fits into the stated genre.
I'll try to be more descriptive! Thank you for reading and commenting on this story SanoUno!
Have fun and feel free to review! BlueFreesia

03: Crybaby&Sleeping Beauty

„Hahaha... you're still the same! Bye! And remember your promise!"

„Che... Just stay away!" Omi shouted as he drove off.

Earlier that day, he thought about having a nice lunch with his friend and time to talk. 'But that's Yohji we are talking about!'
Absently he jabbed the key in the direction of the lock. To his surprise the door was not locked. The sign on the door showed 'CLOSED'. '
Even Yohji won't be that careless.' Fingers enclosed the throwing knife as he slowly opened the door trying to keep the noise as low as possible.
'It's in the middle of the day. How should I explain this?' Omi prayed to all gods that there was nobody inside and it was just Yohji who forgot to lock the door.

The shop was clear. Noone was in sight. 'So Yohji just forgot...' The noise of shattered glass interrupted his thoughts. 'It's coming from upstairs.'
Omi made sure he locked the door before he looked for the stairs, finding his way to the back. 'Good thing it's like home.'

He successfully made it to the kitchen without being noticed. Sitting in front of the fridge was a boy. Red haired and quite small.
Omi doubted that he would need his knife on him. 'Let's see what you have found so far.' He sneaked up to the boy.

„No! No! No! Yohji is going to kill me!"

'Eh... seems that they know each other.' „Don't worry! I'll kill him first when he comes home."

The boy jumped to his feet. Although, fright was written all over his face, he took up a stance ready to fight.
„Who are you? How did you get in here? What do you want from Yohji?"

Omi laughed out loud, swung himself calm and senere on a stool. „Does it really matter who I am? You should be glad that you are still alive.
You were careless when you came upstairs without locking up the front. And look at you stance!" Omi pointed at his supporting leg.
„No way of surviving. So who are you? And what are you doing here."

„I won't say anything! Try whatever you want. I may be weak and only have little experience but I definitely won't tell you about our organization!"

„Sure. You just stated that you are involved in an organization and Yohji too. What else do you want to 'NOT' tell me?" Omi rested his chin on the top of his palm.

„Oh god! What have I done? I've broken the most important thing in his life and I revealed his identity! Just kill me! I don't deserve to live!"
The boy cried and dropped to his knees.

„Come on drama-queen. Stop this already." Omi couldn't stand this. The boy cried even harder. „Oh my god! Where are you Yohji?" Omi was desperate.
The boy abruptly stopped. „It was Japanese, wasn't it? Then you must be Omi! Nice to meet you! I'm Dave."

„Ah... Hi Dave." This was the beginning of a long, long, very long conversation.

Four hours later ...

„So let me see if I got this right." Omi kneaded his forehead. Headaches are pain in the neck and the long talk with Dave was not helpful at all.
„Dave. 18. Started your training last year. You got kicked by T and Yohji kept you here from then.
You go to school and help him in the shop afterwards to pay your rent. Right?"

„Yep!" chirped the redhead. Omi had a feeling that Dave did not know that he was something like a looser.

'God! Four hours for this little information! I need do get something in my stomach.'
„Dave where can we have something to eat? Since Yohji ist not coming for dinner we can get something outwards."

„Yeah! You are really cool Omi! Now I understand why Yohji was so happy when you promised to come! He really misses you. He watches the picture of..." What started so loud and gleeful trailed off and Dave began to sniffle. „I broke his most precious memory of you. He will never forgive me."

Omi felt sorry for the boy. „Don't worry Dave. He won't know if we fix that before he returns. And I have the same frame in my backpack.
So he won't notice. Just clear the floor and we can head for dinner, ok?"

„Thank you Omi! I'm so glad your here!" Omi got a big hug. After another hour they got out of the house and headed for dinner.

Omi thought it was stressful to listen to him but it was much harder to keep him quiet about certain things in public.
Omi understood T's reason to kick him out but he hold another view. There had been other options for someone like Dave.
'Need to talk to T anyway so why not about this one too.'

Since Dave slept in on him after they got home and Yohji wasn't there, Omi decided to explore San Francisco's location.

'Fortunately my bike is going to arrive in a few hours.' Omi walked for two hours and tiredness came slowly over him.
He was heading home when something caught his attention. „Wyatt ... help." it was easily to miss but for Omi's trained ears it was loud enough.
'Seems that I can't go to bed yet.'

Omi tiptoed around the corner and found a young man lying on the ground bleeding. Noone was in sight.
Omi calculated weather to call the ambulance or to get him to the shop. 'No mobile. So it's the second option.'
Omi got the man ob his back and started to jog home.

After he cleaned the wounds of the sleeping beauty, he watched him a while and brushed some bangs of his brown hair out of his face.
'A little bit like Ken-kun.' was Omi's last thought before his head fell on the rising and dropping chest of the unknown man.

TBC...

So that's it for part three! I'm sorry for Dave but I promise he won't stay very long and I'll try to go on with the story a little faster. BlueFreesia