Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Bits and Pieces of Weiss Kruez ❯ Cute Little Valentine ( Chapter 1 )

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Title: Cute, Little Valentine
Fandom: Weiss KruezPairings: Yohji/Omi (main), Aya/Schuldig (mentioned), Ken/Farfarello (mentioned)AN: This was for the Valentine Swap on Y!Gallery. I ended up with ShinigamiKitsune as my person and she wanted cute. Her list was good, but I ended up trying all of her pairings before trying this pairing…again. I tried it first. It didn’t work out. Scrapped the story. Tried the other pairings. They didn’t work. Tried this one out again, and it worked.Warnings: Beware the WAFF.*~*~*~*
He was cute. That’s all there was to it. He was absolutely fucking cute! To cute to be true really. Omi was bouncing around the Konoko, smiling at the fan girls and creating some of the most God awful Valentines bouquets in various shades of reds, pinks and oranges. It hurt his eyes just to look at them, but he had to since they worked the shop.Sighing and shoving away from his hiding spot, Yohji smirked and flirted his way through the girls, watching Aya leave, letting the two run the shop for the last two hours as the school girls started to filter out with their gifts. Omi finally sat down and blew his blond hair out of his rather big blue eyes. It wasn’t fair that those eyes were so damn adorable and jacked up the cute factor of the kid. Yohji didn’t know how much longer he could stand it. He really hadn’t been prepared to deal with the feelings that he had for the chibi.It didn’t help that the chibi obviously had a very huge crush on Ken, their resident soccer player.What the brunette had that Yohji didn’t, the blond couldn’t figure out. Sure, Ken had caramel skin that came from hours in the sun during practice, a lean body that held quite a bit of strength and rather home boyish looks, but Yohji was lighter.With sun kissed hair and green jade eyes, he had miles of semi tanned skin, the color of that toffee that Omi adored so much. And he knew how to pleasure a person!Ken…Ken probably didn’t get laid all that often.[i]‘Maybe that was it,’[/i] Yohji thought to himself as he tugged the potted plants back into the store, making sure that the excess rain water was drained off before doing so. [i]‘Maybe it’s because he doesn’t always get laid. Omi probably sees me as some slut that would just hurt him or something. Not that I’ve gotten laid in the last two week.’[/i]Continuing his mental grumbling, Yohji put the pots down near the door and looked up at the small male who was currently counting out the money. They had to do a money drop and it was Omis turn to count and drop. Each time he reached some silent number that his lips moved over; he tapped the bills against the counter before bounding and numbering it.It was fascinating to watch the small male do it. He was graceful and he wasn’t even trying! It was kinda odd and made him tilt his head to the side in confusion. Omi was usually brightness and smiles and stumbling unless he was on a mission, but this…this was new.It made Yohji groan mentally and curse the fact that he loved his tight pants. Shaking his head, he moved towards the door and pulled it closed, locking it and flipping the sign. Shaking his head free of the water droplets that had somehow gotten onto the long locks, he moved to water the plants and sweep the floor. Omi would take care of the back room and the work tables as was custom between them.Finally finishing off their work, Yohji ruffled Omis hair, laughing lightly at the smaller males protests and attempts to swat at his hands before heading for his own room. Opening the door, he slipped in and closed the door quickly after him. At the moment he wanted nothing more then to strip down, pull on his yukuta, start a fresh pot of the coffee that Omi had gotten him hooked on and stare out his window. Maybe sketch a bit.Sighing softly, he tugged off his shirt and tossed it aside before starting to pull out various items in his pockets, tossing them onto a silver platter with a change jar. Dropping his change, he idly scanned his room, making sure nothing was really out of place before reaching over and flipping on his stereo, the sound of a favored American song filling the silence. Swaying his hips, he starts to wiggle out of his pants, toeing off his shoes in the process. Tossing said pants into the hamper, he slipped off his soaks and tossed them on top of the discarded jeans. Grabbing his yukuta and pulling it on, he turned to his window, pausing in the process of tying the obi around his waist, a small pile of red and gold packages sitting in his window seat.Moving over to the seat, he gently pushed them out of the way before picking up the envelope, finding a cute little card that told him he had to open all the gifts before finding out who had given them to him.Smiling and opening each package, he tilted his head at the gifts. There was a new key decoration for his keys, this one in the shape of a dart, a bottle of favored wine that was hard to get unless ordered months in advanced, a new bag of coffee with a certificate for a years supply of coffee, the usual chocolates, but homemade and in the shape of a very thin wire and watch set. It was good chocolate to and he knew only one person who could make chocolate that balanced the sweet with the bitter so well.Looking up, he smirked at the lounging male in his door way. “Happy valentines day, Yohji,” Omi said softly, blushing lightly as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.“Happy valentines day, Omi. I thought you had a thing for Ken,” Yohji hummed, holding his hand out and grasping the smaller males hand in his own, tugging him close.“Ken…Ken is with his silver haired Irish assassin. Aya is with his German and I…am with my American looking Japanese man,” he hummed softly, sliding into Yohjis lap.“Now there’s some couples I never would have thought of,” Yohji admitted, running his fingers through the silky hair of his new boyfriend and hopefully soon to be lover. “How long have you wanted me?”“Sometimes, Yohji, you can be rather dense. I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” Omi says softly before pulling the other down into a soft kiss, silencing any protests and other such things. That night, they were glad that the other two were out with their own lovers because they discovered just how loud Omi could be.