Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Scarlet Letters ❯ Omi Love ( Chapter 5 )

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Scarlet Letters 5

 

“Ken-kun, I told you already - Yohji-kun knows I'm not interested! He thinks he's helping me make you jealous!” explained the young archer.

 

“Well he's doing a great job!” Pouted the soccer player.

 

Omi sighed, tired of assuring the insecure idiot that he had no romantic interests in Yohji. He was like an older brother - just not evil and crazy like his last ones had been.

 

“Look, I don't know about you, but Yohji being depressed makes everyone else depressed! He's usually the one that makes us all laugh, but now he stays in his room- ”

 

“Writing those love letters” snickered Ken. He had to agree with Omi's reasoning - Yohji being unhappy usually made everyone else unhappy…except for Aya.

 

Omi watched as Ken's shoulders slumped in defeat…it wasn't really like he had a choice…there was still 5 days left of his servitude.

They were sitting on the couch in the mission room, where their evil plans - well, Omi's evil plans - could not be overheard.

 

And they could have some privacy…

 

Well that's what Omi had planned anyway, but Ken seemed set on trying to dissuade him from his machinations.

 

“Omiiiii…this isn't gonna work!” Ken was still whining even when he had agreed to help, “ Aya probably hates Yohji! We don't know anything yet! Except that Yohji likes chocolates…” he muttered darkly as Omi gave him a playful - yet exasperated - whack on the arm.

 

“We can't stop trying, we ha-” Omi stopped mid-sentence, as the door to the spiral metal stairs opened, sending slivers of light across the room.

 

Both me light across the room.Both meited for the intruder's identity to become known.

 

A black leather booted foot descended, followed by its twin, and attached to a pair of long legs in comfortable black jeans.

 

Yohji's jeans were always tighter, so it must be Aya-kun.

 

His assumption was confirmed when a pale hand grasped the metal rail, and the redhead's face appeared, expressionless as ever.

 

“Bombay” Omi knew it must be serious if Aya was using his codename, and he heard Abyssinian's cold mission voice - not Aya's. “I have a matter I wish to discuss with you”

 

Abyssinian's eyes flicked to where Ken sat beside Omi, the message clear: Get out.

Ken might be a little bit slow sometimes, but he didn't mistake the look, and stood up to comply with the silent command.

 

Omi watched, unafraid, as Abyssinian moved to the side to let the soccer player through the door, before closing it behind him.

 

The young blonde heard the lock click into place, and he began to get a bit nervous.

 

Obviously this was a conversation that Aya - or Abyssinian rather - did not want to be intruded upon.

 

He forced himself to be calm, as he watched Abyssinian move to stand over him, a hard look in his amethyst eyes.

 

“What is it Aya-kun?' Omi asked, his voice thankfully level, and not playing hopscotch through the high notes.

 

“I cannot allow what is going on between you and Balinese to continue,” stated the redhead in low and deadly voice.

 

Omi raised his eyebrows, finally understanding why the man did not want this conversation to be overheard.

 

Ah…so we have hope after all…

 

Inside, his now frequent evil snicker sounded, as he altered the plans - not having expected for this type of encounter so early in the scheme.

But fully delighted, because it meant that Aya was noticing and didn't like what he saw.

 

Full steam ahead evil chibi!

 

Time to play the innocent.

 

“What's going on?” He looked up with wide eyes, giving himself ten points for a convincing performance.

 

Violet eyes narrowed a fraction - Omi knew that Aya was suspicious of his confused and innocent demeanor, “ Your infatuation with your teammate, Bombay, is detrimental to the team's delicate structure” Though the redhead's voice was still deadpan, Omi saw the spark of anger in those eyes…

Omi decided to move up it a notch…

 

“ I wouldn't call it an infatuation…Yohji just makes me laugh” The young blonde had long perfected the art of observing people through his messy hair, when it looked as if he was looking down, He was watching their every move.

 

He didn't miss the way a small amount of tension slipped from the taut man standing in front of him when he - in an indirect manner - admitted that Yohji was just a really good friend, whom he wanted to make happy.

 

Sure, Omi enjoyed planning and plotting like this, but lying to his friends made him feel guilty - even if it was for their own good!

Now a fraction of that guilt slid from his conscience because of his masked words, and now all Aya had to do was read the meaning correctly.

 

“You understand that Manx will not stand for that type of occurrence in one of their best teams?” Still intoned in that emotionless voice, though Omi knew he was relieved - the question was - why?

 

Why was he relieved? Omi quickly scanned the options to explain this…

He - as leader of Weiss - would not be held responsible if one of them were to die after a lover's spat left them unfocused for a mission

No one would be stealing the chibi's innocence away anytime soon…well, at least not Yohji…

Aya was harbouring secret feelings for the willowy assassin, but not admitting them to himself.

 

He preferred option (c), but (a) was also a very likely possibility. He made eye contact and tried a small smile, “ What type of occurrence Ayan?”

 

Violet eyes narrowed even further, until they were in danger of closing of their own accord, “ Do not insult my intelligence, Bombay”

This in the coldest tone yet - maybe Aya had anticipated his innocent behaviour, or he could see right through it.

 

Fine, Aya wanted to play hardball?

 

Bring it on…

 

“Your intelligence is blind, Abyssinian, if you don't know what's going on with Yohji” He retorted, knowing that wounding Aya's pride as a leader - and proving that his team is in a less than perfect state - would be one of the best ways to get a reaction.

 

And a reaction it was…by Aya's standards anyway.

 

His nostrils flared in disbelief - the arrogance of a team member to talk back to their leader - and his eyes widened before narrowing again to cold slits of near black irises.

Throughout the conversation he had leaned forward, now he snapped back to his full height as though trying to intimidate him, but Omi was not giving in.

 

He just raised his eyebrows, and then asked the million-dollar question, “Are you jealous Aya-kun?”

 

Unfortunately this was also the are-you-looking-for-death suicide question.

 

Aya slammed his hand onto the couch, right beside Omi's face, and leaned in, his eyes promising a slow death.

 

He had expected the little display of violence - and therefore didn't flinch - and had expected Aya to maybe threaten him, or yell at him even, but what happened next shocked him as much as finding Yohji's letters had.

 

Aya was silent.

 

Not the impending-death-silence either.

 

Confused silence…

 

He was blinking rapidly, a frown marring his features almost as though he hadn't considered the possibility that maybe he was jealous.

 

Considering the fact that he had just reacted like a jealous bitch.

 

Suddenly the hand was recoiled, and the owner was fleeing from the question - or more likely, what the answer was.

 

Aya

 

What did I just do?!

 

I almost hit the Chibi!

 

No…no, no, no, no…

 

Aya threw open the mission room door, promptly knocking Ken over with the force of it.

 

He didn't even stop to snap at the sprawled soccer player for attempting to eavesdrop on a private discussion - no matter that the room was soundproof.

 

He ran all the way to his room, where no one could bother him with silly questions…Jealous!?

 

He leant back against the closed door, trying to regain several things - his breath, his temper and his dignity.

 

He couldn't like Yohji could he?

 

Yes, he had noticed the man was…godlike…well you had to be blind not to notice that, but he was supposed to like women right?

 

He had never really dated before Takatori tore is life apart, but he was pretty sure he liked women…

 

What was he thinking about those things for!?

 

He slid down the wooden door to the floor, trying to suppress his other half - Ran, whom he thought didn't exist anymore - had come back with a vengeance, debating fiercely with Aya about what his reactions meant.

 

Inside was war…

 

You know you wanted him the first time you saw him

 

I'm just his teammate…

 

You want more

 

I…don't know what I want…just not him…

 

You liar!

 

I don't know!

 

You get angry at every girl who stares at him…you don't do the same to Ken

 

I don't…do I?

 

And now you almost hit Omi - you know why…admit it!

 

I…do…

 

*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*& ;*

 

Sorry it took a while…

 

But I know you still love me!!

Aww Ayan's having internal debates! Poor kid.

* Imitates newsreader voice * “Stay tuned for more scarlet letters on channel 69…”