Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Not As It Seems ❯ Waffles ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Not As It Seems

Chapter: Waffles 2/?

Author: Shime

Email: silentshimegami@gundamwing.net

Archive: Yes, fanfiction.net. Please ask for permission.

Warnings: shounen-ai, angst, AT [alternate timeline], MILD lime, implied lemon

Pairings: KenxOmi, YoujixAya, implied SchuldichxNagi (pairings will change each chapter depending on hints and yadda yadda yadda)

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimers: I do not own them.

Rating: R

Feedback: Feedback is appreciated. Constructive criticism is appreciated.

A/N: Chapter Two! Working my butt off. *twitch* That, I have a plot, two subplots, and all this other good something which makes my head spin. ... hehehe, this is fun! *writes*

STARTING THIS CHAPTER, THIS FIC WILL BE RATED R.

Reviews:

Jin: Thank you for your reviews. ^_^ and I'm glad you like her nickname. Ne, I like your fics too. Very good ^_^

Chibukyou: *sniff* Chibs, you're just trying to make me feel better when I wailed to you about having no reviews. Nevertheless, your reviews are entertaining. Made me laugh. Trowa's mine. -.-`

Deathwing: Hi! Thank you for the reviews. Yes, um, Yuriko. She might make an appearance. I have no place for her right now, but if she ever comes, um..angst! Anyway, I'm sorry. I can't change the pairings. *shakes head* It makes my plot work better. *giggles and runs away* But I assure you, there is KenxOmi. Look at this chapter!

"talking"

thoughts

<POV change>

//the voice inside your head\\

-telepathy-

--scene change

Ken woke up and blinked. His arms were around Omi's waist, his legs were tangled in the sheets, and Omi had buried his head in the crook of his neck. The other boy moved slightly and opened his eyes to look at Ken.

"Are you feeling better?" Ken asked, removing himself from the position to sit up on Omi's bed.

"Hai."

Omi winced as he heard two men ranting and screaming at each other. "Youji didn't wake up did he?" He managed to say, before stifling a yawn.

A thump was heard, and then, "God dammit Aya! What the fuck is wrong with you! Give me fifteen minutes! I'll work, okay?!" Oh, so Aya was pissed at Youji for not waking up. "Hope you liked the eye candy!" they heard Youji yell as a door slammed.

Ken sighed and got up. "I'm going to go take a shower and get dressed, no da? Why don't you go see if you can go calm them down?" After a few moments he added, "Knowing me, I'd probably get them even more pissed…"

Omi smiled at Ken, "Okay then." He untangled himself out of the sheets, and left to go to the kitchen. Ken let out a long sigh of relief. If Omi was in there any longer he would have well…he would have burst!

Omi walked to the kitchen, he sighed as Youji was on one side of the room while Aya was on the other. "So!" he said cheerfully, "What do you want for breakfast? Waffles sound good." He walked around the kitchen, getting out the mix, and all that stuff you need to make waffles. Aya looked at the other two males in the room, "I'm going to get ready to open."

Ken had just entered the room and looked at Aya, "But you guys don't open for another hour.." Aya simply ignored him and went on his way.

Youji sat down at the table, cigarette in one hand and coffee mug in the other. He lifted the hand with the coffee mug up, expecting someone to fill it. Ken stared at it blankly, "What do you want me to do? Spit?"

Youji glared at him, "People! Can't get anything around here without doing it yourself.."

Ken leaned down and looked over Omi's shoulder. "What're you doing?"

"Making waffle-Youji! What did I tell you about-" Omi's eyes widened. As he was turning around to yell at Youji, his wide open mouth had come in contact with Ken's.

Ken's eyes widened as Omi's mouth came in contact with his own. His lips were sweet, they tasted like.. strawberries. Omi turned around as Ken bit at his lower lip, giving the other boy entrance. He was amazed at how good he tasted. Everything besides the two of them seemed to disappear. A whirlpool of emotions.. until Youji interrupted it. [1]

"Err…" Youji looked at the pair, "it looks like Ken beat me to you, Chibi!"

Omi's eyes widened even more, if possible. "Youji-kun!" Ken glared possessively.

Youji's sunglasses slipped down his nose. He smiled nervously, and scratched the back of his neck. "I was just kidding! Really! Um.. yeah. I'm going to go open now." Youji whistled innocently as he walked away.

Omi looked at him, "Youji! Don't smoke in the house!" Youji simply waved back at him. Turning to his waffles Omi smelt and saw smoke. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! My waffles are burning!"

Ken blinked, and then smirked. "Who cares about the waffles?" He unplugged the waffle machine. A hand cupped Omi's cheek, and he leant down.. [2]

--

Kaori yawned as she woke up; she looked at her clock and saw it was about 10am. "Damn, thank god it's a Saturday or I would have been in deep shit!"

"Shimmer.." she said to seemingly no one. However, a cat, with a shimmering blue-silver coat slunk across the floor and into her waiting arms. [3]

"Did you like the company of Schuldich yesterday while I was gone?" She asked her pet, smiling as it nuzzled her ear. It mewed softly. "Glad to hear it." She put the cat down, and walked into the kitchen.

There, another kitten lay sleeping. She sweatdropped. "Oy, Shadow's a lazy kitty!" After she took care of her cats, she went and took a shower..

--

"If you're not buying anything, get out!" Aya screamed. It was a Saturday, it was busy. He couldn't move around, and fangirls were surrounding *his* Youji. .. since when had Youji belonged to him? He shook his head, just a slip of the tongue. What was the feeling boiling inside of him? It was probably anger. Yup, it was. Those damn fangirls were so annoying..

Damn fangirls.

//Sexy Youji\\

. .no comment

//Come on, don't lie to yourself, Aya. I know these things, I'm you.\\

You're here to corrupt me.

//That too, but I'm you. I know what you think. You can't deny it. So hah!\\

Shut up.

//Not until I'm done the lecture, thing is. You have a thing for Youji. Why don't you just tell him?\\

Men do not like other men.

//Suuuree.. someone is in denial.\\

Youji looked at Aya out of the corner of his eye. Someone had a stick up his ass. Jeez, it was like he had to glare at everyone. Even the cute girls, but then again he was Aya. Aya was just a stick up the ass hot sexy guy..

Youji blinked. "He's hot but why do I always think about him.. not like he's interested in guys. Actually, I don't think he's interested in anyone," Youji muttered. Youji rolled his eyes and again looked at the Ice Prince. He smirked, he was going to get Aya to have fun. That night. Even if it killed him. He looked over to Aya, "Aya, I'll be back in fifteen minutes." He received a glare in return. Hanging up his apron, he went to find Ken and Omi. He *knew* they were still there, but doing what he wasn't exactly sure.

They were both on the couch in the basement. Ken was watching a soccer game. Omi was reading a book, and was cuddled up against Ken's chest. "Oy, lovebirds." Youji smirked at the two. Omi glared at him. "I was just wondering. Aya's been more of a bastard lately more then ever. Will you help me get him to have some fun?"

"What do you propose we do? Take him to an amusement park?" Ken asked, sarcastically.

Youji glared. "No. Clubbing. Yu don't have to come. You can stay home.. alone." He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. Ken glared, and Omi gaped.

"Youji-kun!"

"Gomen, Chibi. Anyway, you just have to say that we have a mission to go undercover at a club. Just two of us, and that it was tonight, and that only a folder got dropped off and shit.

Ken raised an eyebrow and looked at Omi, who nodded. "Fine. We'll help. We aren't going, and we had nothing to do with it when Aya cuts your head off."

"Sugoi! Lunch is in about thirty minutes, we'll talk about it then."

Thirty minutes later [wow that went by fast, ne?], Youji was helping Aya get rid of the people in the shop. He sighed. They heard Ken call from upstairs. "Oyyyyyy~! Food!"

As they entered the kitchen, they were greeted with the smell of.. food. Duh. What did you expect? Something fancy? No, it was just lunch, a nice normal lunch.

As they sat down, Omi looked at the other three. "Manx gave us a mission. She didn't come or anything, just a folder kinda appeared. It said that Aya and Youji were to go undercover at a club. Tonight. The manager, is actually a man who uses the drunken customers for experiments." He sighed, this was a bit harder then he thought, making up things as he went along.

"Do you have the folder?" Aya asked, monotone.

Omi glared at Ken. "*Someone* threw it away."

"I told you! I didn't know what it was!"

Omi sighed. "At least I got to read it. The mission shouldn't be that hard."

Youji looked at Aya, "Sugoi! We get to go clubbing! I mean-a mission. Hehe, we can still have fun! C'mon Aya. It's Ken's and Omi's shift! We're going to go shopping." Aya glared. Youji blinked. "You can't go to a club wearing that orange turtleneck."

"Whose car we taking?" Youji asked Aya, as they got ready to leave.

"Mine," Aya replied softly.

"Why can't we take the Seven?"

"I'm afraid of your driving." Aya winced. He said that a bit more bitterly then he intended to.

Youji blinked. "Oh.. y'know Aya. Why can't you ever have any fun? There's a giant stick up your ass. You got your revenge on Takatori for whatever the hell the reason was."

Aya grabbed Youji's wrist, spinning him around to look at his face. "Look Youji. You do not know anything. Shut up, because it's not your place to talk if you do not fully understand something."

Youji glared at him. "Fine. Do you know what I'm sick of though? You and your fucking shit. You act like the leader, you act as if you own everything and that you can stomp all over us. You can't. We are all on the same level here, Aya. No matter what you think." With that, he pulled his wrist away and walked to Aya's white Porsche.

As they got in the car, Aya still said nothing. Youji glanced at him. "You know where the mall is, ne?"

Aya simply nodded. He started up the car. Youji turned on the music as high as possible. Aya ignored it, and drove to the mall.

--

"Omi~kun!" Omi winced as Ouka yelled his name. "You're coming to a movie with me tonight!" She flashed some tickets in front of his face.

Omi blinked. "Umm. Gomen nasai, Ouka-san. I'm busy, I have homework, um..." What he *really* wanted to say, was that he was with Ken and he wanted her to go. Far far away. *Very* far away. Why not Antarctica? Hmmm..

Ouka glared at him. "I bought the tickets! I invited you! And you are going to deny me? I already spent the money, Omi! They were expensive. I'm sure they are other people, more gentlemanly then you." She sniffed and turned away.

"Umm..." Omi was very confused now, he didn't like to see people sad. "Gomen Ouka-san. Really, um. Maybe, next...time?" he forced the words out of his mouth.

He didn't know it, but Ken was behind him. He was glaring at Ouka, eyes that were usually full of concern filled with jealously and anger. Omi was *his*. If it weren't bad for business, he would have given that little brat a piece of his mind.

--

Kaori yawned. She had been watching the DVDs for the last, oh, 4 hours. She was finished two of them. After getting out of the shower, she had changed into black lace-up jeans and a red peasant top. Her hair was in two braids, and she wore her usual beret. She popped out the second DVD, and put it along with the first one in a bag.

She was bored, and she was going to give the DVDs back to Omi. Besides, they were his. It didn't matter if he was going to be *gone* in a matter of weeks, or possibly days. They were still his, for the moment anyway. As she exited her apartment, she saw a boy who looked slightly like Omi.

"Omi?" she asked. How did the boy know where she lived, and what was he doing there? Instead, another boy appeared form the shadows. He had brown hair, and seemed to be quiet, a bit like Aya, although his eyes weren't exactly glaring at you the whole time.

"Who are you?" She asked the boy.

"Naoe Nagi," he said in a quiet, low voice. "You only met Schuldich, ne? Schwarz has four other members, I happen to be one of them."

"Why are you here?"

"Schuldich has new conditions for the mission." He looked up at the girl through his bangs. "He wants it done within a week."

She glared at the boy. "What do you mean? We agreed on a month. I'm a professional but dammit!"

He glared right back. "He says that you should be able to do it."

She snorted. "He's such a bastard, no da."

"My bastard." The boy looked at her. "I'll see you around then, Pyro." He left as quickly as he came.

Kaori shook her head. Great. There was a kid, what? A little younger then Omi? He said that Schuldich belonged to him. Oh, so that was his boyfriend. This was great, surrounded by a bunch of gay assassins. Oh dear, this was an interesting position.

She might not be able to do it in a week. If she got one at a time, the others would get suspicious. No, she had to plan. Dammit, she would have to work fast.

--

As they arrived at the mall, Youji eagerly dragged Aya inside. "Come on, Aya. It's not that bad. We're getting you some clothes and then *leaving*. I'll even pay!"

Aya glared. "As long as it's over with quick."

"No problem!"

As they approached the shop, Youji looked at Aya. "You would look good in black, no da? You should wear it more often. Orange is ugly, well, it's not *ugly*. It's just ugly on you. No offence, it makes you look disgustingly pale and all.."

Aya sighed; Youji promised this would be quick. Not quick enough. Damn that mission.

When they entered, loud music seemed to make the store pulse. A small girl, with black hair in two pigtails would have looked innocent, if not for the large amount of black nail polish and her slutty clothing. "Youji-san~! It's great seeing you again!" She looked over to Aya. "Is that your lover? He's cute." She grinned.

Youji sweatdropped. "Actually, he's just a friend."

She snorted. "That's what you said when you brought that girl into the dressing-" a hand clamped over her mouth.

"I'm just getting some clothes, Vicky. Don't try anything on Aya. He might kill you." He looked at Aya. "Isn't that right?" He received a glare in return.

Youji dragged Aya over to the racks of clothing near the back of the store. "Black! Black leather pants!" He smiled in triumph as he picked a pair of pants from the rack. Ooooh, they were shiny. He gave them to Aya. "Try them on. Now. The sooner you do it the sooner we get out."

That got Aya's attention, and he made his way to the fitting room. When he returned wearing the pants, Youji felt his mouth go dry like cotton. Dammit, he was SEXY in them. The leather clung to his slim figure like a second skin. Youji coughed, and managed to regain his voice. "Those are great," he exclaimed. He thrust a black sleeveless mesh shirt into Aya's waiting arms. As Aya walked back to the dressing room, Youji decided that he would make Aya wear those pants as much as possible. His ass looked *great* in them.

Dammit! Aya thought as he returned to the dressing room. The leather was shiny, and it CLINGED. It was like a second skin! They weren't comfortable at all. But it was for the mission, he would burn them as soon as the mission was over.

He removed his orange turtleneck [4] and put on the black mesh shirt. *This* clung too. It was short, every time he raised his arms, a sliver of his pale taunt stomach would appear. He heard Youji's muffled voice on the other side of the door. "You done yet?"

Aya sighed. "Hai."

"Sugoi! Let me see!"

Aya opened the door, Youji tried hard not to drool [5]. Youji held up the pair of gloves he was searching for. "Leather gloves, the fingertips are open [6]."

Aya looked at them and raised an eyebrow. "Why do I have to wear them?"

"It completes the look. You need at least one accessory."

"What do you have?"

"My glasses."

When Aya heard Youji say that, he snorted. "Let me get changed, I want out."

Youji grinned. "Whatever you say!"

--

Kaori had finally made it to Koneko no sumi e. She pushed past the numerous fangirls and saw Omi taking care of a girl, Ouka? Was that her name? She saw her hanging onto Ken the day before. Eh, whatever. "Omi!" She called to the boy. He looked up at her, gratefully.

"Kaori-chan!" He looked at the bag in her hand. "Are those the DVDs? You finished them already?"

Kaori smiled while shaking her head. "I finished two of them. I just came to give them back to you." She looked at Ken. "How're you doing?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Fine." He said shortly, before turning back to his plants.

Something is wrong. Kaori mused. "Do you guys need any help? I know some about flowers, I had a friend. He-he and his family owned a flower shop. I was there a lot, helping you know? I loved it." Kaori smiled sadly.

Omi looked at her and then to Ken and then to the fangirls. "Yeah. We could use some help. How come you didn't stay in America if you loved it so much?" He inquired.

"I.. I don't want to talk about that, okay?"

That night, after Youji and Aya returned, Kaori collapsed in a chair, exhausted. "You really do have a nice place. Thanks for letting me help. Gah! I have to go! Sorry!" She got up, and walked out the back door, without waiting for a response.

"Where do you think she's going? In such a hurry too..." Omi looked at Ken who just smiled. "Maybe she had some business to attend to. We shouldn't dwell in other people's business, no da?"

Youji smirked. A short-sleeved mesh shirt fit his body, showing off a generous amount of flat stomach. Black velvet pants contoured to every curve of his legs. After he applied some lip gloss, he called out, "Aya~!" The other man appeared in his room a few moments later. Narrow violet eyes glared at Youji, who smirked. "Yeah, whatever. I just need to put some make-up on you."

"Fuck. No."

This was going to be great. Aya was going to act like a whiny brat. Jeez, a little bit of eye shadow never hurt anyone. "Aya! Just a little bit of eye shadow! To complete this mission, you have to fit in with the crowd." He grabbed Aya's wrist and yanked him towards him. "It'll be quick! I promise." He pulled out a cosmetic bag and looked around in it. "Aha!" Youji picked up the makeup compact [arigatou chibs!] and flipped it open, showing purple eye shadow. He applied it efficiently and quickly, looking at Aya. He nodded. "Perfect!"

Aya just glared. "Hn." He looked at a clock, "It's 10pm. We should go. I want this over with as soon as possible."

Youji nodded. "Right, we're taking my Seven."

--

Ken felt himself being pushed back on the couch by Omi. "Finally, I get to be alone with you." The boy smirked as he straddled Ken. A short sweet kiss was pressed against Ken's lip, before Omi removed his mouth, trailing down his jaw and onto the bronze throat.

Ken let out an involuntary moan as Omi sucked at the skin of his collarbone. Small nibbles and wet licks made him shudder. Meanwhile, Omi was memorizing every inch of Ken's body, touching every spot, sensing what was sensitive.

Omi stopped his attention to Ken's throat, and moved up to the older boy's ear. He licked it, and smirked as Ken shivered slightly. He nibbled it. He heard the other boy moan his name, "Omi.."

Omi crushed his lips against Ken's. He felt teeth nip at his bottom lip, and a tongue. He allowed Ken entrance. Omi's nimble fingers unbuttoned Ken's button-down shirt as Ken did the same. He just needed to touch, he just needed to caress.

As hands roamed, Omi allowed Ken's tongue to explore his small cavern of a mouth. He groaned as Ken placed a cold hand over one of his nipples. Pinching and twisting it lightly. Ken removed his lips from Omi's. Panting slightly, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Do you smell something?" He raced up the stairs of the basement. Omi right behind him. [7]

Ken glanced at the scene in the kitchen. "FUCK!" There was a small fire where their kitchen table had been. How the hell had it started? He got a fire extinguisher, trying to put out the fire.

Ken frowned. It brought back memories. Painful memories. The warehouse, the fire, barely surviving.

"Omi, stay away from the fire, okay? I don't need you getting hurt."

"Ken-kun!" the boy looked at Ken and sighed. A few minutes later, the fire was out. He had a couple of burns, nothing that serious anyway. He had suffered a lot worst in that warehouse. Then the question came to mind.

.. How the fuck had the fire started?

"Ken-kun!" he heard Omi say. A slightly charred piece of paper lay on the ground.

You will die within the next week. Let this fire be a warning of much worst to come. I'm looking forward to having more fun. It's all your fault. If you hadn't, I wouldn't have to do this. I wouldn't have to take out my revenge. You brought this upon yourselves, and will pay the ultimate price for your actions.

Pyro

"What the hell..?"

--

Kaori was back in her apartment. Two cats lay at her feet as she watched the DVDs. A few minutes later, she found a knock at her door, peering through the peep hole, she saw Schuldich and a smaller boy. She let them in.

"Schuldich. Nagi. How nice to see you." She let them in, walking towards her couch she sat down. "What did you want to speak about?"

"Your actions today." Schuldich looked at the girl, smirking.

"How did you know so fast?"

"Crawford, he can see the future." Nagi said quietly.

"Oh? Why do you care what I do. I intend to have some fun. Don't worry, it'll be done within a week."

"Good, the quicker they are out of the way, the quicker we can go on with life. The sooner you get paid and the sooner you get your revenge." Schuldich stood up. He walked out the door, Nagi following.

Kaori sighed, oh yes. She intended to have fun with this job, even if she needed it done quickly.

--

Youji led Aya into the club, totally oblivious to what had just happened at the shop, and their home. Loud techno and j-rock songs pulsed the whole dance floor.

"Do you see the target?" Aya asked Youji.

"Um, well, Aya. Ah.. well."

"What Kudou? Spit it!" Aya was looking particularly scary at the moment.

"Well, IjustwantedyoutohavesomefunandwellIpretendedtherewasamissionbutthereisn'tan dIgotKenandOmitohelpmeandpleasedon'tkillme!"

Aya looked at Youji. "*What* did you say? Repeat."

"I said, that THERE IS NO MISSION! I JUST WANTED YOU TO GET OUT AND HAVE SOME FUN! DAMMIT, I WILL *NOT* ALLOW YOU TO LEAVE AFTER I SPENT ALL DAY PLANNING THIS!"

Youji thought to himself, Actually, Omi thought of it. Eh, stretching the truth won't hurt anyone..

Okay, Aya had to give Youji *some* credit. Dragging him out just to have fun. "This isn't my kind of scene." Aya said flatly, trying to walk away before being yanked back by Youji.

"Aya? You wouldn't be able to get home anyway. You can't get a cab because you have no money and you don't have the keys to my Seven." Youji smirked.

Aya sighed. Youji was right. For once. He was stuck. "Negotiation?"

Youji rolled his eyes. "You dance with me, we have a few drinks, and we leave. I promise." Youji looked at him, eyes pleading.

"Fine."

"Sugoi!" As if on cue, a loud techno beat began to play. Youji grabbed Aya's hand. "Let's dance."

"I don't dance.."

"Just follow my lead, okay? That or just flow with the music." Youji smirked at him. When they arrived at the dance floor, Youji began to dance. He moved fluidly, lost in the music. Aya just watched. Youji looked at him, lips parted slightly.

"Dance." He mouthed. Aya found himself obeying. He rocked his hips to the music, arms high above his head. Just swaying and twisting. He closed his eyes, he was just feeling the music. He felt someone in front of him, brushing a hand against his chest.

It was Youji.

Aya smirked to himself. He wasn't completely naive, the club wasn't exactly his scene, but he knew an invitation when he saw one. Besides, if it got him home quicker, it didn't matter, now did it?

Aya felt himself move with Youji. Echoing each other's move, or countering it. It was almost like they were battling using dancing. The music changed, an even faster techno beat started. Aya recognized it. Omi played it, it was "Shining Collection" by Nittle Grasper. [8]

The bodies around them moved away slightly. Giving them room, and some watching in awe at the way they danced with each other. Then, Youji started to move his hands up and down Aya's sides.

Aya opened his eyes. He saw that Youji was smirking. He smirked back. Two could play at that game. He began to copy his movements Their bodies moving faster and faster. Everything fading, except for themselves and the music.

Fuck.

Youji couldn't believe what he was doing.

With Aya no less.

Aya.

There session was interrupted when a woman walked up to Youji. "Youji! It's me, Ayumi!" her voice suddenly got huskier. "Come with me."

Youji shook his head "I'm with a friend, today." The girl pouted before moving away. Youji seized one of Aya's hand in a grip. "Let's get a few drinks."

He *really* needed to get drunk now.

Eight shots later, he was drunk. Aya had only two shots, and he was drunk as well. Youji snorted. What a lightweight. A hot one at that. He looked *real* good drunk. Oh shit, he better haul both their asses home before they passed out.

Youji called for a cab. As they got in, Aya looked at Youji. "Youji.." Then he fell unconscious. On the way home, Youji looked at Aya, who had woken up.

The violet-eyed man straddled Youji. "Nani? Aya?" The cab was getting *very* uncomfortable. Youji moaned as Aya licked his ear. They arrived at the flower shop, and not a moment too soon.

Youji decided that he had lost all control. He would blame it on the drinks. Besides. He hadn't gotten laid for two nights.

As they entered through the back door, they ignored Ken and Omi, instead racing towards Youji's room. Hell, they didn't even notice that the table was gone and the floor slightly charred.

Omi looked at Ken, and shrugged. "Guess that went well."

Aya moaned as Youji practically tore the clothes from his body. Dammit, he was drunk. This was wrong. Dammit, it felt good though.

Youji covered Aya's mouth with his own. A desperate kiss, filled with passion. It tasted like liquor. He felt Aya nip and lick his bottom lip, begging for entrance. He complied, tongues sparred for dominance. Youji won, and they came up for air.

Aya felt hands up his shirt and moaned as they pinched at his nipples. Shit, it felt so good. [8]

--

Kaori had been up all night, hacking into the Weiß database and withdrawing all needed information. It was almost too easy.

She looked at her clock, it was 10am. Already? Now that you mentioned it, she *did* feel tired. She fed her cats, and walked over to her bed. She promptly fell asleep.

--

Omi woke up, he was in Ken's bed. They had spent the night cuddling. He yawned. "Ken.." He said, shaking his boyfriend. "Wake up. We have to open at noon, two hours.."

Ken opened his eyes. He looked at Omi, before giving his a sweet gentle kiss on the cheek. "Yeah. I'm up."

--

Aya woke up. Fuck, his head hurt. And he was naked. Where the hell was he anyway? He looked around, before noticing he was in Youji's room.

"Shit."

TBC..

A/N: Hah! I'm done! Finally! I was writing for 6 hours today and like 5 yesterday! Aren't you proud? I'm done! I got kinda lazy towards the end, I might fix that. Until next time. (next chapter should be out next week) ^_^

[1] *blushes red* Blame Youji! He's the one who interrupted it! Hah! Blame him!

[2] Am I evil? Or did you want me to do that because if I write anything remotely NEAR.. intimate relations, then I blush terribly? Or maybe you just hate my scenes, whatever. ^^;

[3] *glare* Do you think I don't research these things? I was looking at this cat website [pathetic me] and I decided that the Russian Blue was an incredibly cute cat. Therefore, there it is. ^_^ And, the other cat [Shadow] is a British shorthair. Why? Because it's my friend's cat and it's just…adorable -.-;

[4] Yes, he's still wearing the damn thing x.x

[5] *Shime drools for him*

[6] Oo; Does anyone know what I mean? You know those gloves? With the finger tip part missing so you can sing the finger tips? Like someone came and cut it off? Like that ^_^

[7] Please don't kill me! I know you people don't like my limes anyway (this was my first one, and it's mild! Whoo hoo! Tiny steps into the world of NC-17!)

[8] Gravitation! Nittle Grasper! ^^;; I couldn't resist. Gomen gomen gomen. *walks away in shame*

[9] I can't write limes. What can I say ><