All right, let's get this out of the way. I am TOTALLY ignoring Gluhen. I've never seen the show and really have no desire to. The only good thing about is Aya (love that waist-length braid), Yohji looks like Huckleberry Finn and sweet little Omi ends up being a bigger bastard that his father. The only way I know this is I have researched the episodes and have heard that most of the fans find it very disappointing.
Now for the legal crap…I have nothing but five dogs and a baker's dozen of cats, so don't sue. You'd be better off trying to get blood from a turnip!
Now, there is a lot of yaoi in this chapter and for those that don't know that means male on male sex. And worse, it's rabid-bunny, chibi sex! So, if it offends, don't read.
STANDING IN THE SHADOWS
Copyright 1989 Mr. Radar Music
In the dark, there's a love that hides.
Is it true, are we blinded by?
Face the words; it's not in your eyes.
Tell me now; I'm the one for you, yeah
I'm alone again, deep inside, cold sets on in.
Lurks in the shade, on top of our lives.
Gotta know if this love is gonna stop or go.
Omi stared at the computer screen. He had been forced down into the mission room by Ken. The athlete had brought a girl home and the two of them were so noisy that it became impossible for the young blonde to finish his schoolwork. Things got a little disconcerting when the pictures on his wall began to rattle in time with the beat that the two in the other room were setting. Even Yohji, in the heights of his hedonistic lifestyle, hadn't brought a girl home.
The racket made a good excuse for Omi to use the larger, faster computer downstairs. He had been getting a little frustrated with his laptop. He needed too many windows opened at once for the 'puter to truly run smoothly. Besides, here he didn't have the constant distractions of his portable DVD player or the games that he had loaded on his notebook. The mission system didn't have any of the bells and whistles he had put on when he bought the new laptop.
He kept the lights to a minimum, reveling in the twilight gloom. He must have nodded off; because the sound of the door, leading to the garage, opening woke him. He rubbed his sore cheek and tried to remove the indentations from the keyboard.
Yohji and Aya stumbled into the room, locked at the lips. Aya pushed the leggy blonde against the wall and began to devour his mouth. He had one hand wrapped in the long, golden tresses and the other roughly kneaded the skin-tight brown leather at Yohji's groin.
"Aya," Yohji moaned, bucking his hips into the forceful embrace.
"Who do you belong to?" Aya rasped, biting at the exposed neck.
Yohji's head listed to one side as he thought. "That American from the bar?" he answered.
"I don't think so," Aya growled, raising his right hand and backhanding his partner.
"Oh god, Aya," Yohji moaned, shuddering with excitement. "I can't remember."
Aya grabbed the neckline of Yohji's shirt in both hands and tore it in half. He attacked the bared skin with nimble fingers and eager lips. He sucked and licked the golden column offered to him. And then sank his teeth into the rich, fragrant skin, marking the other man. The eager moans and sighs encouraged him to continue. He bit and licked his way down the bare chest, stopping to lick, suck, bite and twist the brown nubs that adorned the lithely muscled expanse.
Omi stared at his two teammates in shock. To see the normally taciturn Aya acting like one of the players in some of the porn that Yohji left lying about the house was a definite turn on. And Yohji's response, like a good little uke, only doubled the reaction. One small part of his brain thought that it would be a good idea to let them know of his presence. The larger parts of him suggested that he just sit and watch the show. It might be the only time he got to see Aya acting like a normal person.
Aya reached into one of the knee-length boots he had worn and pulled out a butterfly knife that had been masquerading as a decoration on the smooth leather. He flipped it open, with practiced ease, and pressed the flat of it against Yohji's cheek. The point of the blade scored one corner of the leggy blonde's mouth and then drifted down his bare chest to the front of his leather pants.
"Take them off," Aya commanded, running the tip of the knife back up Yohji's chest.
"Take what off?"
"If you don't want me to cut your pretty leather pants off, then you'd better start stripping." Yohji scrambled to remove the skin-tight, sweat-soaked leather.
Aya stood and tapped the flat of the blade against his palm. When Yohji stood before him, naked and shivering slightly in the cool air, he gave him a malicious, slightly malevolent grin.
"Bend over the couch," Aya said, pointing the switchblade at his unfortunate, but very aroused victim.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes…Master," Yohji sighed, his whole body trembling in either fear or excitement or a combination of the two. He bent over the back of the sofa, his round, firm ass sticking up in the air.
Aya growled low in his throat and ran a possessive hand over the offered flesh. He knelt behind his prey and spread the firm globes with his fingers. He buried his nose in the crack and Omi could see the tip of his tongue snake out and trace the hidden pucker.
Yohji moaned, his hips thrusting toward the instrument of his torture. His hips were quickly pinned to prevent a repeat of that action and Aya's talented tongue darted deeper into the hidden recesses of the leggy blonde's body. His grip on Yohji's body barred him from rubbing his groin against the rough fabric of the couch and getting the friction that his cock demanded.
"Oh, god, Aya! Please!" Yohji begged.
Aya pulled his face away from the area he had been tormenting. "Please who?" he demanded, slapping on golden globe with his palm, leaving a pink mark that swiftly turned flame red.
"Please, Master!"
"Please Master, what? What do you want, eh Bitch?" Aya's baritone rumbled in his chest.
"Oh, god! Anything you want! Just fuck me!"
"Lube."
"Front right pocket of my pants," Yohji sighed.
"Good boy," Aya said, patting the blonde on the head and moving swiftly over to the discarded trousers.
Omi could see that Aya's cool attitude was an act. The front of the redhead's pants had become so full; it was a wonder that he didn't rupture the gussets. He watched in amazement as the quiet redhead found the small packet of lubricant and smeared it over his stiff rod. He stood behind his prey and shoved the silken steel of his length in without stretching the orifice first.
"Aya," Yohji groaned as he bucked back against his lover.
"Gods, I've wanted to do that to you since the dance floor. You're such a little slut. I can't believe that you were flirting with me standing right there." Aya stopped his motion and stood as still as a statue. "I really ought to find a way to make you pay for that one."
"Please, Master!" Yohji begged, thrusting his body against the still form behind him. "Damn it, Aya…MOVE!"
Omi watched as Aya thrust his body deep into the leggy blonde's. His hand crept toward the front of his shorts and he started to rub against the hardness he found there. He slipped one hand into the confining material and carefully drew his swollen member out, shivering as the cool air of the room caressed the overheated flesh. Remembering that it probably wouldn't be a good idea if the mating assassins found him observing their private time, he slid down between the computer desk and the wall. He knew that his slight body would be invisible, unless they came into the alcove to check the computer. He thanked his lucky stars that it wasn't unusual for the team to leave the machine up and running; in case Kritiker needed to leave them some information on one of their missions. He fisted the organ, sighed as he stroked it in time with this rapidly beating heart and bit his lower lip, holding back the moan that threatened to escape.
A pearly drop of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his engorged cock and he used the fluid to lubricate the frantic motion of his hand. Carefully, he fell over onto one side, in order to see the tableau going on in the room. Aya was thrusting into the compliant body with vigorous energy and the same attention to detail that he used on every mission. And Yohji sang with every impalement, his voice creating a symphony of moans, groans and pleas for mercy. Then things came to the inevitable conclusion. The leggy blonde cried out and came all over the battered, cheap velour of the couch and Aya followed him a few seconds later. Both men sagged to the cool, cement floor and lay there snuggled together.
"Yohji," Aya whispered, when he could speak again.
"Yeah," the blonde answered. "Whatcha need, Aya?"
"I really wish you wouldn't flirt with other men with me standing right there." He sighed and pulled his lover closer. "I realize that you're just trying to get me worked up, however it makes me nervous and I don't wanna lose any time with you due to a fight. I mean, who knows when one of us is going to be taken out during a mission? Schwartz is increasing their presence with every day and…well…who knows."
Yohji looked up at the redhead and gave him a sweet smile. "Let's compromise. I won't flirt with anyone without asking from now on, how's that sound?"
"You mean we'll plan it out so that we can end the night like this?"
"Um-hm and then you can punish me for being a very bad pussy," he answered, his voice containing barely controlled laughter.
"Agreed, however, we're going to have to be more careful about where we're getting' it on." The blonde gave him a confused look. "Omi, he's got a direct line to Kritiker and I know for a fact if they think that you're spending too much time having fun they will force you to leave the group."
"How…? Never mind," Yohji said, looking at the serious look on Aya's face. "Let's head off to bed, Ken's got the first shift tomorrow and Omi's gonna help him in the afternoon, when he gets home from school. That means that we have the whole day to lounge around in bed." He stood up and started walking toward the stairs, his slender hips swaying in a provocative stride. Aya followed like a starving man being lead to a feast.
Omi stroked his cock harder, bringing himself to the conclusion his body was demanding. He got to his feet, trying not to think about the hurtful things that Aya had said about him or about the lack of trust his teammates had in him. He scrambled over to the computer and signed on the internet. He found a room that he had come across in his frequent forays online, M4M – 18 and under.
Once in the room he told his story and was IM'd by the mysterious Wyldchyld. The two of them stayed online talking and cybering until well past the time that Omi needed to leave for school. A yawn splitting his head in half brought him back to reality. He looked at his watch and swore under his breath.
"Ah, Wyldchyld," he quickly typed onto the glowing screen.
"Yeah, my little neko?"
"I'm supposed to be in class right now and I'm going to need to go so that I can call in sick for the day. Thank god that it's only a half day and not a whole one."
"You go to regular classes?"
"Yep, what about you?"
"My guardian homeschools me; he's not real fond of the school system here and I have some issues that prevent me from attending regular classes." The typing on the screen seemed a little wistful to the little blonde. "I would love to be able to go to school with kids my own age and see what it's really like."
"You're not missing much, except the occasional class bully, the stubborn cliques and snotty girls who dress like whores, yet don't put out."
"Ah, then I'm not missing much." The screen became still for long enough that Omi thought his new friend had left or been booted offline. "Neko, do you think we could meet?"
"Oh, god! I'd love that. I've got all day off tomorrow. Wanna do it then?"
"Sounds like a winner," the answer came back. "Where?"
Omi thought about it and then decided on the small coffee shop he passed everyday on his way to school. "What about the Columbian shop? They have the best coffee and tea in the city."
"Sounds good, what time?"
"How about one o'clock? They won't be too busy, so we'll be able to have privacy, but we'll still be safe in case one of us is a pervert."
"Alright, I'll see you then."
They both signed off at the same time and Omi sighed tiredly; and then a happy smile brightened his face. He was going to meet someone with whom he had a lot in common. They were both lonely, being raised by persons other than their parents and they both had some serious secrets. He didn't know how he knew that about his date, but the evasive way the other boy had danced around certain subjects just made the little blonde sure.
He stood up and stretched until his vertebrae popped back into place. Then he scurried up the stairs, stopping only to call the school and inform them he wouldn't be in that day, and then headed to his room. He fell onto the fully made bed and fell asleep before he had time to cover himself. His descent into sleep was so sudden, that he didn't have time to snatch up the darts he kept by the bedside for protection.
He woke to darkness and the sounds of Yohji bitching downstairs. He looked at his watch and realized that it was almost six o'clock in the evening. Somehow not only had he slept the entire day away, but he was under the covers and stripped to his underwear. It had to be one of his teammates; they were the only ones that he wouldn't attack with very gruesome results. He sighed and sat up. There was something he needed to do before things got too late.
A light tap on the door alerted him to one of his roommate's presence.
"Omi?" Aya's voice came through the door. "Are you awake?"
"Come on in, Aya," he answered, swinging his legs out of bed. "Sorry I slept so late."
"It's all right, Yohji and I filled in for you at the shop and I made sure you were okay before we started our shift"
"Well, that explains how I got undressed and covered up. I'm sorry that I've been such a bother today."
"It's alright, just so you're feeling better."
"I was just overtired, that's all." He considered his words carefully. "Aya, I have something to confess."
"What?" the redhead asked, becoming suspicious.
"I was in the mission room when you and Yohji got home from the club last night." He held out a hand to stop the barrage of words before they started. "I have no intention of reporting any of this to Kritiker. If it makes the two of you happy, then it's none of their damned business. The only time I'll have to report it is if it interferes with the missions. We all deserve a little happiness in this world and in our jobs we need it more than other people." He reached for the jeans sitting on the bedside table and pulled them on. "I'm starving, what's for supper?"
"Take out sushi," Aya muttered his cheeks turning brilliant red. "Yohji whined and cried until he got what he wanted."
"Can't resist him, can you?"
"No," came the quiet answer.
Don't you know what I want?
Go, go, go
Don't you know what I want?
Chorus
Cause I'm standin', standing in the shadows of love.
Yeah I'm standin', standing in the shadows of love.
Omi walked into the café, folded up his umbrella and looked around the nearly empty dining room. A few school girls sat where they had a good view of the door, an elderly man nursed a cup in the back and a handful of Yakuza wannabes sat with their backs against the wall and clear line of sight to the door. Where the toughs were, was right where Omi wanted to set up base. He moved over to a table that didn't have the best view, but it would work and was easier than trying to explain how four very healthy young men dropped unconscious in a place that didn't serve alcohol if he used his darts. He settled in, ordered a pot of tea and waited for his new friend to make an appearance. The storm that had been spitting rain all day finally got serious and the clouds opened up and dropped sheets of water on the city. Growls of thunder broke up the monotony. Just when the storm seemed like it had reached its climax, the door blew open and the one person Omi really didn't want to see today strolled in, clothing, hair and body perfectly dry… Prodigy. The dark-haired boy looked around the shop, his posture becoming stiff when he located Omi sitting across the room from him. He pulled out his cellphone and began to type furiously on the keyboard.
Omi's cell vibrated in his pocket and he slipped it out carefully, loosening one of his darts just in case. The screen showed an unfamiliar number, but one that he had learned in the short time between when he got off his computer and now. Wyldchyld was none other than Prodigy…one of his team's greatest enemies.
Where r U? flashed across the screen. Omi almost didn't answer, but the look of utter disappointment on the other boy's face made him.
Over here! he texted back. You looked right at me…Prodigy.
Nagi turned on his heel so fast it was a wonder that he didn't fall over. He stalked over to the table and pulled the chair out without touching it.
"So, Bombay," he said, glaring at the teenager seated across from him. "Is this your idea of a joke? Are you scrutinizing Schwartz for weaknesses? Thinking maybe you can overpower us?" His body remained stiff and almost quivering with tension.
"Actually, I didn't realize it was you until you walked through the door." He gave Nagi a sad, half-smile. "I knew the boy that I got to know and was attracted to had a secret, but I never suspected that it would be Prodigy from Schwartz. Talk about your comedy of errors, the two youngest members of rival assassination teams meeting in a public chat room and meeting in the open." His smile widened a bit at the irony of the whole situation. "Looks like we've got more in common than we thought; we're both lonely, are interested in both sexes and are your average, horny teenagers."
"Yeah, you were interested in the Ouka girl that Farfarello and Schuldig accidently killed," he said, looking at Omi through a thick veil of lashes. "Didn't she turn out to be your sister or something like that?"
"Yes," Omi answered, a faint blush painting his cheeks. "But in my defense, I didn't know she was my sister until after she was mortally wounded. I guess that's why kissing her was a little squicky." He wrinkled his nose up in distaste.
Nagi gave a little, stilted laugh and then settled back down into silence. His face crinkled slightly as a thought passed through his mind. "Do you have any dirt on your teammates that might prevent them from trying to separate us?"
"I have a recording that I stole out of the camera in our mission room of two of them going at it like rabid bunnies on the couch. What about you?"
"You wouldn't believe what I have on them!" the dark-haired boy said, perking up in his seat. "How the hell are we going to explain all this to them?"
"What they don't know, won't hurt them," he answered, looking around them. "Why don't we get out of here and find a quieter place."
"Huh?" Nagi said, looking blankly at the other boy.
"Let's go and find a place that we can be alone and do the things that we had planned on doing before we found out who the one was. Do you have any ideas where we can go?"
"I might just have the perfect spot and it should be available today."
"Really? Where would that be?"
"I found a card key for the Tokyo Hilton in the pocket of one of Schu's suits. It's a penthouse suite and I doubt very much that neither he nor the other two are in any shape to visit the room. All we have to do is go into the building and up to the floor, using the key."
"What abou…."
"Don't worry about it not working," Nagi interrupted. "I checked that it worked before I came here. That's why I was a little late." He blushed and looked down at his shoes. "I think that we'd be safe there and have a little peace and quiet."
"Good, let's head out then," Omi held his hand up for the waitress and paid his tab with enough Yen to cover the drink and leave a respectable tip. "I've got my scooter, if you don't mind being seen on that."
"A lot faster than taking the subway and if worse comes to worse; we can always take to the sidewalks."
In love, with a lying heart.
Dressed in black, the shadows dark.
Trapped inside, a love that cast, of shade,
of a love that's gonna stop or go.
Bridge
Don't you know what I want?
Go, go, go
Don't you know what I want?
Chorus
Cause I'm standin', standing in the shadows of love.
Yeah I'm standin', standing in the shadows of love.
The trip from coffee shop to the hotel was torture. Nagi's lithe body plastered against his, his slender hand stroking up under Omi's tee-shirt and the feeling of the Telekinectic's groin pressed against his ass caused the kitten to become very distracted. He nearly killed the two of them when he ran a red light and they almost hit a semi. He ran up on the sidewalk and stopped to catch his breath. Nagi laughed softly in his ear.
"What are you trying to do, Neko? Get the two of us killed. I can see it now, both teams standing over our graves promising never to fight again."
Omi giggled at the picture the younger boy was drawing. "Yeah, I can see Yohji flirting with Schuldig and driving Aya out of his mind."
"Both him and Crawford," Nagi snickered. "Can you see them glaring at each other and threatening the other members of the teams. Oo …. Ken and Farfie would be staring at each other; Ken trying to figure out what Farfie was doing and Farfie trying to find the best way to make God cry."
They reached the hotel and they slipped up to the appointed room. With their line of work, getting passed a couple of rent-a-cops was a piece of cake. Omi could have done it in his sleep, sometimes it scared him how easily sneaking around came to him. After some of the places that he and the others had broken into, it was nice to just have to avoid a couple of security guards and not even worry about the cameras and other electronic paraphernalia.
They walked into the room, after slipping off their shoes, both of their mouths hanging open. The suite was one of their best. Big screen TV in the living room space, a fully stocked bar, Jacuzzi tub in the floor of the bedroom. A bed the size of the Queen Mary II and one of the best views Omi had seen of the city.
"I didn't realize that Schu had a place like this," Nagi said, keeping his voice down. "I know that he often gets a separate hotel room, or at least separate from where we're staying. I just didn't grasp what kind of room it was. I wonder if Crawford knows about this."
I don't kn…..Ow!" Omi yelped as something stuck into the bottom of his foot. He sat on the bed and removed a very familiar earring from the pad just below his right great toe. The gold hoop with the carat diamond looked just like one that Yohji owned and Omi hadn't seen in a few weeks. "I think your Schu and my Yotan have some 'splaining to do."
"What?" Nagi questioned, coming over to see what the youngest kitten had in his grasp. "Is that Balinese's?"
"Um-hum," he said glaring at the jewelry. "I have no clue when Yotan could've come in contact with Schuldig, but I can believe that they used this room for just what Mastermind had in mind. And knowing Yohji, it wasn't be force that he ended up here."
"Let's forget about them and the teams and just concentrate on what we're here to do," Nagi whispered, his hands running over Omi's clothing.
Omi slipped the earring into his pocket and then pounced on his new friend. Their lips met in a sloppy, inexperienced kiss; or at least inexperienced from Omi's point of view. Nagi carefully lead him on the dance. He nibbled on the strawberry lips and when the little neko took a deep breath in; he thrust his tongue in and began plundering the older boy's mouth. Clothing flew everywhere and soon they were lying on the cool sheets.
Nagi kissed down the bare expanse of Omi's chest, stopping to ravish the pert little buds on either side of his sternum. He sucked, licked and nibbled on the kitten's nipples, then kissed his way down to Omi's bellybutton. His tongue dipped into that delectable depression and the other boy giggled. His tongue trailed down further until his nose was buried in the nest of curls protecting the older boy's cock.
Nagi smiled up at his lover and then licked from root to tip the throbbing, turgid organ right in front of him.
"Nagi, stop it," Omi gasped, breathlessly, "or I'll never last."
"Maybe that's the idea."
Omi rolled them over and began repeating the other boy's action. Nagi closed his eyes in bliss. For the first time in his life, he was receiving pleasure from a partner. He hadn't escaped the horror of the streets unscathed. His ethereal beauty made him a prime target that and the fact that he was under five made him a pedophile's wet dream. But in some ways it was also his salvation. Brad had heard the commotion as Nagi was taking his pimp and John apart without even being able to touch them; he'd been driven past sanity by the demands of the pervert who had rented him for the night. But now, he had a lover who was treating like an irreplaceable treasure and one that worried about the Telekinectic's pleasure as well as his own. Who know that a cold-blooded assassin could be one of the best paramours he'd ever had the joy of meeting.
The little blonde's head dipped as he followed the path Nagi traced on his body; stopping to play with his nipples and to suck and lick out his naval. His tongue trailed down the ebony-haired boy's pale, fragile skin to the jet nest of curls. He licked the whole, throbbing length of his partner; savoring the bitter-sweet drops of fluid leaking out of the tip of his cock. He then took the swollen member in, swallowing as much as he could easily.
Nagi fell back against the soft, silken sheets, fisting the cloth to keep from floating off the bed. Omi's tongue drifted lower as he licked between Nagi's balls and hidden pucker. The little Telekinetic gasped as he felt himself being rimmed. Bombay's tongue swirled around his asshole then pushed its way in. During this time, the archer's free hand was busily pumping the other boy's cock. For the first time in a long time Nagi shot his wad all over the sheets, not waiting for his boyfriend to follow. He came so hard that all he could see for the longest time was a field of white. He collapsed onto the bed and sighed with satiation, nearly falling asleep. His content lasted until he felt eager fingers circling his private spot. Somewhere Omi had found some lube and had used it to slick up his fingers. One digit slipped in and began moving in and out. It was soon joined by a second and that one hit the spongy bundle of nerves that sent the telekinetic off the bed, leaving only his heels and back of his head on the support. A third finger joined the duo and then all three slipped out, leaving him feeling very empty. Gentle hands on his hip encouraged him to roll over onto his hands and knees. As soon as he reached that position, his emptiness was filled with one strong thrust. Omi ground their bodies together, thrusting harder and harder, trying to reach that plateau of heaven. His ragged, inexperienced lunges kept hitting Nagi's prostrate, sending waves of pleasure through his overwrought body and bringing him closer and closer to completion.
"Harder, Omi!" he screamed, thrusting back on his cock. "Harder!"
"I don't…."
"Give a shit," Nagi squealed, "just do like I want. Make me cum on that beautiful dick of yours"
The older assassin thrust in harder and hit his sweet spot with just the right force and angle, driving Nagi over the precipice of pleasure and making him cum one more time. As his ass muscles tightened around Omi's cock, that brought him to completion and the two of them collapsed onto the bed, utterly satiated and on the edge of sleep.
"Omi?" Nagi asked after they had slept for a while. "How are we going to explain this to our teams?" He sat partway up and looked down at the sleepy kitten. "I know that Brad would love to get his hands on Aya and Schu has already had Yohji. I don't think that Farfie has any designs on Ken, but that doesn't mean that he couldn't be manipulated to be interested; I mean all Schu has to do is tell him that by raping Ken he's hurting God."
"And if that happens Aya's gonna draw his katana and scream SHI-NE! at the top of his lungs and try to take out Crawford and then Schuldig." He looked down at the bedding, interlacing his fingers with Nagi's. "I don't know what we can do, except keep this a secret and when our teams meet, we'll have to ignore all that we share and go at each other full-throttle, no holding back just because we have something special. And maybe if you can get free of your handlers and I can get out of Weiss, we'll be able to be together." He sighed and kissed the other boy. "Maybe one day."
"Yeah."
Aya walked down the street, following their latest target. The man was a slippery customer and tonight was his night to do the reconnaissance. Both Omi and Ken had spent the better part of two nights watching the man and after tonight's work (if he stays on script) the bastard's death warrant would be signed, sealed and delivered. The yakuza boss that was working with an unknown party followed his prewritten screenplay to the T. Once Aya left him at his favorite bar, he started back to the Koneko when a familiar scooter came into view and sitting on it, sucking face was Omi and Prodigy. From the looks of things, this wasn't the first time they were together, either. He started toward the pair and then remembered something that had happened not too long ago. He turned on his heels and walked away, leaving the pair to their games.
When Omi snuck in the mission room from the garage, he was startled to see one person sitting on the battered green couch. Aya. The de facto leader sat alone in the dark. His hands rested on his knees and Omi could see that the other man was unarmed.
"Omi," Aya said, breaking the silence.
"Aya-kun," he answered back. "What can I do for you?"
"I saw something rather disturbing tonight."
"And that would be?"
"I saw one of my teammates with a member of Schwartz….Prodigy if I'm not mistaken. Which we both know I'm not."
"I….um…."
He stood up and walked to the younger man. He reached out and carefully ruffled his hair. "As long as it doesn't interfere with the team, I have no reason to inform Kritiker. But believe me, if you are unable to complete a mission because that little punk shows up; I will inform Manx and Persia myself, understand?"
"Yes and thank you, Aya."
He shrugged and started walking out of the room, "We all deserve a little happiness. Us more than others."
"Aya," Omi said, reaching into his pocket. "You might want to give this back to Yohji." He tossed the earring over to the redhead.
Aya caught the gem without really looking back. "Thanks, I will."
After the other man left the room, Omi sat down heavily on the couch, for some reason he felt better knowing that one of his teammates knew what was going on and could help disguise the fact that the computer expert was sleeping with the enemy.