Wasn't planning on having a second chapter ready in the same night but i was on a roll so here's Omi's chapter.

Enjoy

Breakdown

Chapter 8: Omi

Omi had arrived at the Koneko late for his shift, just as he had told Yohji he would and he was more than a little surprised to see that the shop was closed. They only closed early on the days Manx came to visit them about a mission.

He immediately assumed that he was late for a mission meeting and so he rushed into the apartment and down the stairs to the mission room.

"What is it? What's going on? Has Manx left already? Where's Aya?" Omi asked the questions in quick succession and Yohji waved him off.

"Not now Chibi, Kenken and I are trying to figure out a way to get around dying."

"Greenland or Antarctica?" Ken offered, looking intently over the globe on the table between him and the blond.

Yohji instantly shook his head. "No. Too cold."

"Well we can't be picky," said Ken, "We are running for our lives."

"It's not that. The climate wouldn't be a deterrent for Aya. He'd feel too at home there."

Ken nodded once. "Point." He spun the globe again and stared below the equator. "What about Tahiti then?"

"Good thinking, he might melt there."

"What are you two talking about?" Omi asked, completely not following the same wave length as his teammates. "Where's Aya?"

"Not here," Ken grunted and stared at a few other tropical islands.

"You're looking at two dead men Chibi," Yohji informed him, not bothering to look up, "Please remember to say something nice at our funerals."

Omi blinked and withstood only a few more of Ken's island suggestions before he'd had enough and he grabbed the globe off the table, gazing at his teammates sternly as he got into leader mode. "What's going on?"

Yohji sighed and sat back, motioning for Ken to explain and the brunette also heaved a sigh. "Yohji tried to grope Aya in the shop and—"

"I did not try to grope him," Yohji interrupted him crossly.

Ken scowled, "Do you wanna tell the story then?"

"No. I just wanted to set the facts straight. All I asked him was what side of the bed he preferred to sleep on."

Ken rolled his eyes. "You pretty much hinted at the fact that Aya needs to get laid, Yohji."

The playboy grinned. "Heh, well it's the truth. It's not my fault that he couldn't handle hearing it…or the little attention I gave him."

"Even a little of your attention should be rated for mature audiences, Yohji," Ken muttered, but Yohji took it as a compliment and winked at him.

Omi frowned at the playboy. "You shouldn't have done that, Yohji. You know how Aya is."

Yohji grinned. "You jealous Chibi?"

"Yohji!" Omi used his mortified voice and turned a bright shade of red. He quickly turned to Ken.

"S-so what happened…after?" the blond boy asked hesitantly, glancing warily out of the corner of his eye at the playboy, who pouted seductively at him. Omi knew he was only teasing him but it was still unnerving.

Ken chose to ignore all the playboy's antics and shrugged. "Not much. Aya elbowed Yohji and ran out of the shop. We figure he'll be back once he cools off. It isn't like he doesn't go off on his own sometimes."

Omi still didn't like the idea of Ran taking off while angry.

"Which is why we have to be gone before he gets back," Yohji said, bringing the conversation right back around to his and Ken's dire situation.

"Why?" asked the youngest member of Weiss. "Aya can't be mad forever and I don't think he would kill Ken for what you did to him, Yohji."

"I killed the arrangements," Ken admitted solemnly.

"And I'm gonna get blamed for it because I didn't bring them in myself when Aya asked me to," Yohji added, "I made Ken do it."

Ken's eyes narrowed suddenly. "Wait a second…You DID make me do it so it IS your fault," he said gleefully. "Aya can't be mad at me because he asked YOU to do it." Ken jumped up from the table with an excited gleam in his eyes, realizing that he was off the hook.

"HEY," Yohji pointed angrily. "Don't bail on me now, Kenken. We're supposed to be in this together!"

Ken shook his head like an obstinate child. "Nuh uh, you're on your own Yohji."

"But you're the one who crushed the arrangements!" Yohji was up from the table as well and scowling across at his shorter teammate.

"Wouldn't have happened if you'd just done it yourself."

"I told you to be careful! Why can't you just function like a normal person?"

Ken growled and readied his fists. It was a very bad idea to anger the hot-headed Weiss assassin and Yohji regretted it immediately, but he was still annoyed that Ken had jumped ship so quickly.

The coward.

"Why you…" Ken was ready to make a leap at Yohji but Omi quickly jumped in front for the block.

"Guys!" he yelled, trying to get their complete attention. And he got it. Both men's shoulders slumped but the scowling was ever present.

Omi took it as a sign to go on.

"Why don't you guys just remake the destroyed arrangements? I think they only need to be done for tomorrow, right?"

And then the glares dissolved and Ken and Yohji felt incredibly stupid all of sudden. Why hadn't it occurred to either of them to just remake the arrangements?

Omi wondered that himself. It also made him realize yet again why he was the brains of the operation and the rest of the team had to follow his mission plans.

"My hero!" Yohji rushed forward and squeezed the life out of Omi with a hug. Omi gasped and gave him a strained smile, patting his arm gently.

"Let him go," Ken said, watching the blond boy's face turn blue, "He can't breath."

"But I want to thank him for saving my life," Yohji moaned, but obediently let Omi go.

Omi took a deep breath and smiled. "It's ok, Yohji. It was just a small suggestion. A thank you is enough."

Yohji sighed. "I suppose…but…" he smirked and grabbed Omi's hand, pulling the teenager close. "If ever you decide you want more than a thank you from me, you know where my room is…" he said suggestively, waggling his eyebrows. "And I don't have a date until tomorrow night." He kissed the back of Omi's hand as he let him go.

Ken slapped the him upside the head. "Stop doing that to Omi."

Yohji laughed, ruffling the embarrassed blond boy's hair. "Sorry Chibi. You're just so cute, I can't resist sometimes."

Omi stubbornly stared at the floor, but it was impossible to hide his blush since his whole face, ears and neck were beat red.

Ken shook his head and left of the shop, calling back to the playboy. "Move you ass, Yohji, we have arrangements to make."

Yohji grinned and blew a kiss to Omi before heading upstairs again. Omi only felt safe enough to breathe once the door had closed behind them.

He wished he'd stayed a little longer after school.