Chapter 6- Dom Learns Something New
A/N- I know this story seems like its going pretty fast, but I don't want to end up with another 30 somethin' chapter fic again like Neon Blender (Actually its never been finished.) I'm sorry there haven't been many Weiss scenes but don't worry they're coming up. I thought I would build up some knowledge on the other characters first ya know? I know it seems like its only been two days throughout the fic, but when you live with people as crazy as we are days seem pretty eventful… Any way, here we go again!
That night Dom left the house and headed towards the flowershop. It was ten 'til six and Dom was anxious to get there. She didn't know what it was about Omi that made her want to be around him all the time. Omi had the Csaza effect on her. Omi was cute like Csaza, sweet and kind, they both had a warm, happy glow. Csaza was like a big brother, Omi was a different perspective.
Dom reached the flower shop and was met by Omi walking up the sidewalk. He was carrying three grocery bags and looked like he was going to drop one. Dom walked over and took a bag. "Oh, thanks, Dom." Omi said. Dom opened the door and Omi walked in. "Sorry about this, but the guys were complaining about dinner and I had to go to the store."
"That's okay." Dom said.
"You wanna help me make dinner?" Omi asked.
"Sure."
The two headed into the kitchen in the back of the flower shop. They set the three bags down on the counter. Dom reached into the bag and started putting stuff away. "What should we make?" Omi asked.
"What do they like? If anything we can make Ramen Noodles." Dom said.
Omi laughed, "Not a bad idea. I don't think they would argue over that. They wanted food. They never said what kind."
It was Dom's turn to laugh. Omi got out four bags of Ramen Noodles. Dom found a pot and filled it with water. She placed it on the stove and Omi dumped in the noodles and left them to boil.
They went back to putting away the groceries. Just then Yohji walked in, he saw Dom and decided to tease Omi. "Hey Omi, what happened to 'no girls in the back?'"
"Oh, hi Yohji. Ken and Aya don't mind. Its not like your kind of relationship. Dom's just a friend."
"Right. However you wanna tell it. So is dinner ready?"
"Almost." Omi said.
"Good. I'm starved. Fighting off those girls all day really makes ya hungry." Yohji said patting his stomach with a smile.
"Well, it'll be done soon." Omi walked over and stirred the noodles.
Yohji went back into the den.
Omi added the powdered beef flavoring then stirred it a few more times before leaving it to simmer.
"Omi," Dom said hopping up onto the counter.
"What?" Omi asked standing next to her.
"Did you always wanna be a florist?" Dom asked.
"I really never knew what I wanted to be, but I like working here." Omi said. He was curious as to what Dom was getting at. She wasn't like him. She has a normal life. With friends that are normal, with the exception of Alex. And she probably has a family somewhere that wants her, Omi thought.
"Must be nice to have a normal life, huh?" Dom asked.
"A normal life?" Omi asked. She had asked him exactly what he had been thinking about her. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you have friends and probably a family somewhere."
"Dom, you have friends and you've got a family too." Omi said.
"No, they're my coworkers. I don't have a family." Dom said.
"What exactly do you do? For work," Omi asked.
"Well, uh… its kinda a secret. Sorry." Dom said. "Let's just drop this. I mean, you don't wanna know everything about my life."
"No," Omi said.
Dom jumped off the counter. "Maybe I should get going?" She tried to walk to the door but Omi cut her off.
"No, I do want to know. Stay for dinner. We'll talk later." Omi gave her a faint smile and a hopeful eye.
"Okay." Dom said. "But we might wanna turn off the stove. Its starting to boil over."
Omi looked over to the stove, "Oh, Christ."
The Ramen Noodles were boiling over the pot. Taking a towel in hand he mopped up the beefy flavored water. Dom opened a cabinet and puled down five bowls. She got a ladel and walked over to the stove. Omi took the ladel and a bowl and started to pour the noodles in.
When the five bowls were filled with the beefy flavored goodness and the table was set, Omi called the guys. Everyone sat down. "Oh, c'mon, Omi! Couldn't you two have made something a little more creative than Ramen Noodles?" Yohji asked.
"Stop whining." Aya said. He took his spoon and blew on the noodles to cool them off.
"Yeah, shut up and eat, Yohji." Ken said. Ken picked up his bowl and sipped at the broth. "Mmm…mmm… Omi, this is good!"
"It beats your cooking, Ken." Aya said.
Ken looked at Aya, "Like you could do better?"
"I could." Aya said proudly.
"Hn…ah…I challenge you to a cooking duel!" Ken said jumping up and pointing at Aya.
Aya just sipped his soup and said, "Ken, you're such a child. But if it's what you want then." Aya jumped up. "You will lose!" he pointed at Ken.
"Its agreed then, we shall duel tomorrow at noon! Vegetable stir fry. Omi, Dom, and Yohji will judge! Ha!" Ken said. He walked out of the kitchen.
Aya sat down and once more sipped at his suop./ "Ken is a fool if he thinks that he will not lose to me. He lost last time, he shall lose again!"
"Again?" Dom asked.
"Last time the had a cooking contest Ken nearly burnt down the kitchen. Ever since Ken has been taking cooking classes so that one day he will beat Aya." Omi explained.
"Oh." Dom said a little surprised.
"No matter how many classes he must take he will never defeat me." Aya jumped up and posed. "I am King of the Kitchen!"
"Right…" Dom said sarcatically.
"Do you think you could do better?" Aya asked leaning over the table.
"Ehn… I don't really like cooking, but I can make a mean batch of French fries. Not to…uh…brag or anything.?" Dom said slurping another noodle.
"Are you challenging me?" Aya asked narrowing his eyes.
"No, no!" Dom said. "Save it for Ken!"
"You made a very wise choice." Aya said sitting back down. "There's no way you would have been able to defeat me…"
Dom leaned over to Omi and whispered in his ear, " A little over self confidant isn't he? Does he ever lighten up?"
"No." Omi said. "He's either cold as ice or…uh… a little over active like this."
"Oh," Dom said. "Let's get outta here before Captain Cook decides to have that cook off now."
Omi agreed and took both of their bowls and put them in the sink. "C'mon. Let's go upstairs."
Dom followed Omi up the stairs to his room. They plopped down on the bed. "So what do you wanna do?" Omi asked.
"I dunno." Dom said. "You wanna play a game or something?"
"Not really." Omi said. "A lot of these are old and too easy."
Dom sighed.
"Hey?"
"Yeah?" Dom said looking at Omi.
"What'd you mean earlier by saying, 'that is must be nice to have a normal life'?" Omi asked, curious of Dom's response.
She tried stalling, to come up with some excuse. Finally she came up with, "Well. Girls constantly throughout the day surround you. You're nice. You have an actual job. And well, your cute." Dom said. "More normal than me."
Omi took a second to process all of it. Then he sorted it out in his mind. Surrounded by girls he didn't really care for. Nice, well, that's true. An actual job, a male florist by day assassin by night, not so normal. Cute, hey, she said he was cute. That he liked. 'Not so normal.' He thought. "What about you? Why aren't you normal."
"Uh… Well I live with six other people. My best friend are a psychopathic game freak, sugar-high queen, a guy who's bi, and another who's gay, one who doesn't give a damn, and another who is just a total ass that controls the house. That's not your normal living arrangements for a seven-teen year-old girl." Dom laughed.
"Well, I live with a guy who wants to sleep with women constantly and is lazy as hell, another who just wants to be left alone, and another who wants to play soccer and take care of flowers. Not so normal for a seven-teen year-old boy, huh?" Omi said.
Heh heh heh. I love leaving people off with cliff hangers! Its so much fun to see the way people cry, "What happens what happens?" But either your not sure yet or you don't wanna tell 'em. Hee hee. Review please!