Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ That Is Bombay ❯ Warped Image ( Chapter 1 )

Note: Hey this is my first Weiss fanfic ever so I hope it's good! It's not to short a fic, about 150 pages, but I really think if you read it you'll like it. I am gonna post about a chapter a week and there are two versions ~ I dunno what sight your reading this on but since FF.net doesn't like nc-17 fics I had to edit the version there. (In chapters where I had to edit, I will include a link to my unedited version if you prefer to read that-don't worry it's nothing freaky, is relevant to the story to, so if you want the full effect you need to read it) If your anywhere else, enjoy. Yes, this is a nc-17 yaoi fic. My first ever so be nice ok~never done anything like this before, if it's good I'll thank my girlfriend for talking me into writing it. N E way, it is a OmixKen fic, so if your not that big a fan of that couple, I hope I pulled it off so you still like it. Schwarz is here to, so you get just about a bit of everything~this story does have rape scene in it though. So if your weird-ed-out by yaoi or rape, take cautions. I didn't put a warning in my story when the rape happens because when you get to that part, you pretty much feel the dread and know its coming. Hope you like it! PLEASE review~what you say may determine if I run from writing Weiss ever again, or make more stories. Thanks! DivineAngel

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That Is Bombay

Chapter 1: Warped Image

DivineAngel

"Hold Still." The tongue was playing lightly with his ear again. He jerked away with a grimace. Jumping slightly with the strong clamping grip that grabbed his chin and neck. Jerking his body slightly with irritation he wasn't listening. "Incompetent…….undependable."

"I carried out my order." The tongue tracing wet warm circles against his neck disappeared with his harsh sneer.

"Hardly." Crawford stood up glaring down with a smug, disgusted expression. "Your worthless Schuldip, learn to fallow orders better."

He smirked. "Hmm…Such a different tune plays amongst your head when I drop between your legs." Brad's face stiffened. The disgusted, violent, glare squinting in the dark abyss that fashioned itself so respectively behind the thin rimmed glasses. "Surprise, Surprise. Never miss an order then do I." His voice was sour with distaste for every time he did drop to his knees like a dog. His sneer and smirk caught up in the dirty hateful glare he sent over his wrist which was cuffed to the Crawford's desk.

"Get out slut."

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His thin figure shivered. He had been feeling their play for the last two hours. The sickening tension in his stomach just now relaxing its grip on him. The footsteps were coming closer immediately. He knew they would come to him. Knew he would be the first place that heavy trudged walk would direct itself. His hands already clamy with the distant feeling of a tongue on his ear and fingers on his nipples. Alone in his room, lonely, expressionless stare on his face he didn't look up as the door opened. He didn't look to the strong smirking grin and wild orange hair that stood, suited well. All the calm, smooth, class and stealthy eyes like a ravenous fox. Schuldip had come to be a fox in his mind now. "What are you doing Nagi?"

Deep green eyes that pitted on you, fixed on you and wiggled fingers into your mind like a sly animal waited in his doorway. Displaying itself as though it half believed its innocence was doing nothing more than standing there. No one could see the invisible fingers they all shared. "What is it you want." His statement was monotone. Schuldip was already in his room. Strong footsteps coming up behind him, ignoring the laptop in front of him and the prospect he might be doing something as the warm hand dropped to his shoulder. The conversation on his screen ending.

"Lonely are we."

"No."

"Ah…but a bad liar we are." The warm grin and breath dropped behind his shoulder, leaning closer to his ear "Leicht Nagi. What ales my dark child?" Strong hands are sliding around his crisp school uniform, rubbing over the thin deprived chest underneath. "*My* dark child."

Lifeless, murky eyes that shroud all light and touch, drop their gaze to the floor with the contact. Two orb silent eyes that swirl about inside with all the depth and beauty of an oil slick. Warm hands rubbing down the crisp scrawny back to the emaciated hips and bones easily felt even though the cloth. "Nothing ales me."

Schuldip was grinning behind him. A sudden "Hmp" grunt, huffed with humor to his monotone response. "Liar, Liar…Pants…on…fire." Humming mocking words whispering into young neglected ears before the sudden yank rips the small lengthy form of Nagi Naoe from the simple wooden chair to the heat and strength on Schuldip's lap. "….What ales you dark child?"

"Happiness." Schuldip smiles with the honesty, the strong ravishing hands wanted. Small frame worming into the older man with a desire to be there. A desire to be held, and stocked, and cared for. Schuldip was the only one who had ever held him like this. So close like this…but it was a dirty warmth. A tight hold for it's own purposes and nothing more. Nothing to make him feel better. Maybe, nothing more. "Happiness ales me."

"Hmm." There is a small hummed response as the hands slide back up to the thin boney shoulders. Every inch of cloth and skin underneath their fox paws slack and relaxed. Not even the jerk from the chair has raised a single goose bump. "Nani, Dark Child. What ales you?"

"Life." The small shoulder bones leaning into the firm chest of a dark green suit top push back harder. Deep pools of reflecting oil sliding closed to bask in the touch. The roaming hands constantly massaging, now hungering over the two stubby knobs which are the boys hipbones. Never once do they cause too much pain, or too hard a rub. Never once do they slip between the thin legs, or touch what they are not supposed to.

"Life and Happiness Ales you Dark Child?"

"Weiss allies me." The soothed expression the boy wears disappears. Deep sunken eyes encased in porcelain milky skin snap open immediately with the words. Immediately with the irritation and frustration. Such adjectives are associated with Weiss.

"Mmm Weiss" Schuldip grin is growing. The hands slowing down. They are really there for their own comfort. Lonely abused hands that seek comfort in another body. In another presence, and the boy frowns slightly as the movement stops. Questioning blackened abyss of quiet eyes slowly tilting back to look up at the fox on who's lap the boy sits.

"What allies you Schuldip?" There is no grinning response this time. A quick pained expression darts away to the side with no answer as the aching precipice within the boys face continues to stare. "Will you touch me Shu." The fox does not look at the boy with the request. A thin innocent hand slowly running onto the strong one which still lingers on the thin chest. "Shu?" The porcelain face is frowning slightly with the silence now. Will it feel like, the tickle in the back of his mind when Farfello starts to get excited? Like the uneasy shaky numbness that washes over his limbs when Crawford is angered? Like the betrayed sensation of wet lips and forced contact that ravages his mind when Crawford does the things he does to the fox when no one is looking? "Shu?" The boys hand tugs softly, gently on the older palm that has not moved.

"No." The boys eyes do not look away with the answer.

"Nani?-"

"-No." With the harsher firmer tone the small waist and thin bony legs inside the older mans lap jump. Hesitantly removing their grasp from the palm on its chest to sit still.

"Can I…ask Crawford to?"

"No." The sly fox's eyes snap down with a angered look. The boy has asked only for the reaction. "Not unless you want me to disappear Dark Child."

"No. I don't want that Shu." Soft strands of brown hair, the color of fading chocolate brush against the cheek bone of the wild fox as they shake no. "I don't want that Shu."

Strong arms rapping around the thin chest again and hugging. Holding the lonely thin form to itself for comfort and reassurance. Oil disappearing behind eyelids with the only warmth of another body it ever knew. "Arigato Dark Child."

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"Oi Omi. You should learn better to pick up your toys." The thin pages of a magazine slide across the small oak kitchen table as Yohji Kudou walked by it with a half grin.

"YOHJI-KUN!" A mortified exclamation quickly covering the dirty cover with a sheet of homework. "N-nani!? That's not mine Yohji!" Blushing scarlet cheeks pushing the magazine far away from under the tousled brown hair and wide blue eyes of Omi Tsukiyono.

"Not yours?" The blonde man could only chuckle in his game. Pulling his navy blue apron from the pin on the wall and throwing a wink at Ken's frown. The shop would open in ten minutes, but, according to Yohji there was still time for games.

"Yohji lay off." He half glanced at Ken's frown/smile as the brunette stole a glance over to the still rigid and highly embarrassed youngest member.

"…..Get that off the table."

"Relax Aya." Yohji sighed strolling back to strong oak. Blonde hair now half pulled back, apron in place and currently prepared to bless as many over-eighteen local females as possible for the day. He cocked a grin "Omi will put it away."

"YoJI-KUN!" Omi shot up, hands on the table, head spinning.

"Hahahah Omi."

"YOHJI-KUN! I-Ken-kun-"

"-I got it Omi." Ken pulled the magazine off the table, and slid it under his arm with a grin. "Yohji you should know better. How do you think the girls would feel knowing you had things like that laying around."

"Omi can do what he wants with his toys Ken." The blonde threw him a teasing grin as it laid a hand on Omi's shoulder. Wide blue eyes staring with a facial slump and glowing cheeks. "At least I pick mine up."

"I am eating." Aya's voice was firm and cold as usual. The only non-exaggerated expression in the room as the red head sat calmly over his plate of eggs with the newspaper. All the while accost the table from a very embarrassed young teen, the smirking goof of the bunch and only closest to the getting annoyed soccer player who used a dirty magazine to take a swing at Yohji. Aya's glare strengthened into the small section of newspaper he held, chewing slowly with the -…stepped on your shirts in the hall-I wasn't the one that put them there- At least Omi never uses all the hot water-What does that mean?-You know what it means-Touchy KenKen- "Enough." He snapped, watching most of the movement stop as his gaze lifted. Two sets of eyes turning to him, one in a head lock, the other ready to spit another sly comment before stopping.

"Geez, this early Aya. You waste no time ruining any fun this way." Yohji sunk into a chair after Ken was deterred with the glaring. Cheerful whistling heading up the stairs to either stash or burn the magazine as a light smile played of Yohji's thin lips. "Omittchi." Nothing but a mad frown turned to him. Omi's cheerful expression dampened with his games, but even the frown looked amused as it tried to be angry. "Ken's upstairs putting that under your mattress with your other things." A widened blue eyes twitched ever so slightly with the end of his sentence as the raving scarlet blush roared back into the thin cheeks. "I wouldn't let Ken roam around under there with your personable if I were you either. That-"

"-Yohji." Aya had apparently had enough and the newspaper was dropped to the table with the return of a glare. "Omi." The blushing expression turned on a dime to his hard voice.

"Ha-"

"-Your not needed this mourning. Yohji can manage the shop with Ken and I."

Omi's mouth hung for a second "H-hai Aya-Kun." before hoping the quick get-up-and-go from the table looked a little less anxious then it felt. A heavy sigh hanging from his lips as he made his way up the stairs to their rooms above the Koneko. God help him if Ken really was putting that god awful thing under *his* mattress. Stupid Yohji. "What are you doing Ken-Kun?" He smiled at the brunette who went rigid as he walked into his room obviously disturbing something. Ken had his back to him, standing in front of his bed. "Ken-kun." he hissed lightly, an accusing pout appearing immediately. "You weren't putting that magazine under my bed like Yohji said were…" He trailed as Ken turned around. An awkward half smile playing on the young man's face as he offered the computer book in his hands.

"No Omi….Here."

"Ken-Kun!" Omi snatched the book in a second. Flipping it open with a eager hunger to see what was inside. "Ken-Kun how did you manage this? Where did you get it?"

He felt himself grin as Omi sank to his bed with the book. Blue eyes still feeding into the pages too starved to make eye contact through the questions.

"I managed."

"I'll say!" Omi's eyes snapped up at him with the exclamation. Nothing but a wide smile and sincere look of appreciation. "Ar-arigato Ken-kun. This-well this means-thank you Ken I don't know how you managed to afford-"

"-Nevermind that Omi." He grinned slouching into bed as well and shoving the brown head of hair. "You like it right? I didn't know what I was really trying to get so I guessed? I got the right book."

"Mm." Omi nodded immediately. "Ken-kun, does Aya-kun know you got this for me?"

He almost choked a laugh. Tell Aya. Yeah right. "No don't tell him Omi" He broke down laughing slightly as Omi's grin widened. Ken had smuggled an illegal book on hacking into their house for him. "I can just see Aya now, sword out, shi-ne all over his face ne?"

"Hai Ken-kun." Ken didn't move away as the smaller frame leaned into his. Omi was like his brother. They had seen each other up and down with nothing to hide more then once and had only come to be closer because of it. "Arigato"

"Yeah I know." He shrugged, all this gratitude was making him feel guilty and Omi threw him another smile sensing it. "Just don't….let Aya see that."

"Oh I won't, I'll keep it under my mattress so no one has any idea what…." He watched the sure expression start to slide. "Never mind Ken-kun." He grinned, Yohji was really outdoing himself lately. "Maybe I'll just keep it in the closet." He sighed at the almost saddened expression sitting next to him.

"Don't let Yohji get to you Omi. You know he's only teasing."

"I know."

He shrugged. "Too much energy. Yohji has too much of that for his own good, if I hadn't seen him perform on missions I would assume his head never looked high enough to see over his belt."

"Ken-Kun!" Omi turned away to hide the laughter and faint blush as he laughed. "Don't let him hear you say that baka, Yohji-kun might not find that so funny."

He grinned at Omi's warning. "He knows it's true." He sighed leaning back and flopping into Omi's soft sheets as Omi stayed where he was sitting on the edge of the bed looking into the book. "Are you going to be able to do that stuff?"

"This?" He nodded as paragraphs were pointed to. "With some practice, hai. I-I am really not so bad."

"Who are you kidding. Your very good." Omi turned away, such praise caused guilty feelings to. "You are Omi." He sighed heavily, sitting back up again. He *was* supposed to be downstairs helping. "Don't be so modest of your talents." He grinned standing up to the shy -hai- that answered him as he started strolling downstairs. Aya was going to glare at him for sure.

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The door flung open without a knock. Without a sound, and if it wasn't for the powers that sat quietly inside their minds, they would never have known someone was coming. "What are you doing." the tone was harsh, impatient and disgusted. Staring ahead at the two pairs of eyes that hadn't even turned to acknowledge him. Schuldip quietly sitting on the floor leaning into the small desk placed inside the gray room. Thin delicate figure quietly resting in its lap, head tilted back into the strong neck.

"I am molesting him." There was a silent pause as no one made a move. {I would never touch you Nagi} The fox murmured inside his mind, and made the boy sigh with disappointment. It wanted so bad for someone to touch and love it. Wrong way, right way, didn't matter. It wanted the touch.

{I know.} "What is it you need Crawford." The silence continued until the boy turned to the doorway. The lights inside their living room were obviously on, spilling a whitened glow into his gray room that had its blinds down and lights off. He stared lazily at the tall, furious intruder and his limbs began to feel numb and drugged as Crawford started getting worse. "Shut the door behind you." He sighed turning back around and leaning into the warm neck he missed. Maybe with Crawford there something different would happen if he-he slowly let his tongue run past his lips and gently licked the warm stealth of the fox. {I am sorry}

Schuldip shoved him off in a second, quickly standing up and storming towards Brad. "I was waiting for him to make his move." Brad's mug face grinning at the wild green eyes that were coming towards it. Suppressing its body's response {What I feel for you is not hate Nagi} "It was worth the wait."

"Get out of my way." He growled shoving past the taller form and into the bright living room. A quiet {Do you forgive me?} whispering into his mind with the painful emotions he left sitting on the floor in the dark room. The child was wrong.

{You know not of what you ask of me, Dark Child} His expression tightened with the growl from his throat letting the door slam behind him to the -slut- Crawford mumbled while heading back to the office. But the voice inside which he spoke to Nagi was soft and sighing its words heavily troubled.

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Most harboring electronics can be manipulated with the same type of genuine…wait…Most types?…Most types. I have ever seen any…

Omi frowned, squinting down into the black and white text of the book. "Exceptions" Softly mumbling from his lips as he continued reading. Lost to the outdoor sunshine and warm weather that was seething around him in the park as he read. A soft smile once again running over him with how mad Aya-kun would be if he found him reading this, but he would feel proud explaining he didn't hack into something to get it. *The book* was a present. {Gone astray? I am feeling playful.} He jumped, his blue eyes widening as they snapped up from the book looking around. {….Can you see me kitten?} His teeth grit with annoyance and he felt his systems pick up. Soft trickle of adrenaline seeping into his mind and soul. {Well, I can seeee you}

"Come out." He growled, standing up and shutting the book quickly. Whirling around as though Schwarz might be behind him before just standing still.

{What are you reading? What type of terminal is your brain trying to master kitten?} Omi spotted him now, sly fox immerging from the brush with a smirk and a stare. {Don't want to tell me?….Did a friend give you that book Kitten?}

"Schwarz." He smirked again. That's right, like he could have forgotten who he was. {Why do you Weiss always find it necessary to hiss our names back at us. Do you think it confuses us?} He watched the glaring expression stifle back a few steps as he came forward. His strong stare looking down at the widened, but frowning blue eyes fixed on him. {Kitten, what is a gig-a-bite} The blue eyes jumped at his mouth as he snapped his teeth to the word bite, before fixing back on his face. {That must be what you taste like, ne? Why do you look so hard in books to find answers you already have.} The small mind was swirling under him. Examining everything that was him a mile a minute. Unknown to his enemy it was easiest to just stand there and not move while the younger mind flailed around in its own ignorance and intelligence --Damnt, I should have told Yohji-kun where I was going. Why do I always let him make me so mad. Ken-kun's right, but not much better. He gets more mad then I do when Yohji-kun gets on his case. Still, its my own fault, I should have considered running into Schwarz too. Baka! Why didn't I bring a weapon! I should have brought one. I should have thought! Baka! Why didn't I tell Ken-Kun where I was going! Oh, I hope he doesn't touch my book. Aya-kun is going to be so pissed if I get into a fight. Why does he only stare at me? BAKA! I hope he's not listening to me right now, he probably is…isn't he….he looks like he is…baka baka!--

"Hahahaha" Omi jumped back a foot as he burst out laughing. The voice echoing in its ears and mind at the same time. A kind hearty laugh that was genuinely amused by him and his stupid rambling. "You sound like a menstruating girl Kitten." He started chuckling again as the the younger face only flustered to a -What!?- panicked and confused expression. "Rambling like a woman." -uh- his laughter faded slightly as he felt the sudden self conscious rush and embarrassment sweep his way. So the kitten was a delicate inside. Already aching like Nagi. "Now now. Don't take my words to heart Bombay. You wouldn't be so foolish as to listen to your own enemy would you?" That's it. He couldn't speak anymore. Forming words was getting tricky listening to the mile-a-minute gibberish that was again invading his brain. He grinned as he started forwarding the mind numbing drool back to Nagi. Dark lonely eyes no doubt sitting up abruptly where they were with a irritated look of confusion. "Haha" He chuckled again, feeling the annoyed rush from Nagi. The thoughts must have caught the child off guard and he grinned at the -I am going to kill you in your sleep- Nagi was reflecting.

His eyes jumped up as the small Weiss kitten backed up immediately, thin hand snapping behind its back. Trying to fool him that it was armed as the panicked, terrified expression swept over the soft boy. {Did you just hear that kitten?} He grinned as he gently shut Nagi up and closed the widened blue eyes from his mind. "Oi, your mind altering dribble can really make me loose my touch" he grinned taking a step back as he raised his hands slowly into the air as a sign of peace, but the blue eyes did not deviate from him or relax in the slightest. {I will not hurt you Kitten, I only wanted to play with you}

"Leave me alone please." He frowned as the request was hissed at him. The blue eyes had no doubt caught the three jogging women from the corner of its eyes and were slightly warning him it *would* make a scene if *he* made a move. {clever clever} "Go away. Leave me alone." He grinned as he took a side glance at the joggers. All three plugged into walkmans and by the looks on their faces happily enjoying some type of tune. He smirked a small breath as he immediately stepped forward, but only because the little kitten thought it could threaten him. "Help! HELp Me I-" {Shhhh!} He grinned as the trembling arms he yanked over to him shut up. No doubt his thought projection was loud just then but…he smiled at the obedient little kitten. {I said I would not hurt you} He ignored the untrusting, worried vibes as he licked his lips, holding the young boy by the side of each shoulder in front of him. {Wait while I look and see} He grinned at the confusion he received from the wide blue eyes as he sent his mind back home. -What now- Nagi demanded immediately and he smiled. His sudden grin causing the shoulders he held to jerk immediately before he disconnected his mind and left the sudden swearing back at home. "Listen closely now Kitten" He smile almost fumbled as he leaned down an inch from the pale face.

"I am not armed. Don't Just let me go please." Worried expression snapping away, turning to the side to avoid him, but all he wanted was the ear. "I did not start anything please."

"Hush kitten." He stalled slightly as he tried to sort through what he just dug from Brad's mind. The faint power of his older team mate still lingering slightly even though he closed his mind to home as to not hear the verbal attacks. Underneath the warm dinner and surprise movie Bombay would see tonight-and the fun excited feelings he was receiving in advance knowing Siberian had indeed done something nice. There was a flicker of a looming shadow-very close- which he ignored. Bombay's problems were not his, even if this particular black piece was appealing in its shade and evil. A curious nature and nose of a fox almost willing to poke in a little deeper and find out just what was causing that, before a small whisper came from home -Shu?- and his sly grin returned dismissing all he felt. "Kitten, Abyssinian will find that book if you put it in your closet"

"N-Nani?!" The shoulders jerked again, frightened expression still turned to the side and this time he let go. Watching Bombay stumble back and turn to face him.

"Hahaha." he chuckled turning around, leaving the dumbfounded expression. Bombay was far to fun to play with. "That's right. Better take care Bombay, your mind screams like a woman in birth."

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"Omi where have you been?" Ken was frowning the moment he stepped foot inside.

"Gomen." he mustered a lop sided smile. "I didn't mean to worry you Ken-kun I forgot to call. I know I should have remembered, sorry, I'll remember next time." He smiled brighter now, his book tucked away into his bag out of sight and soon to be never-ever entering the closet.

"Omi!" Yohji grinned quickly coming downstairs to the sound of his voice. "Ken cooked dinner tonight, so if you feel like eating poison there is some left in the fridge." They both ignored the -Yohji!- Ken snapped whirling around from the sink annoyed. "Yeah, but I thought I should make up for all the bantering I have been enjoying lately ne?"

He frowned. "No thanks Yohji-Kun" He gave the smiling blonde a look and started towards the fridge just to spite the poison remark.

"Nani? You can't be serious Omi." Yohji groaned slumping into the oak table as Ken sent him a huffed -see?- expression. "Don't eat that Omi." He shook his head, watching Omi ignore him, but he still had more tricks up his sleeve. "Fine. Since you are still mad at me bishounen it seems I'll just go to the movies with Aya." Omi looked up immediately, catching his sly smile. "Even though I bought these tickets to show you how sorry I am."

"They're for me Yohji-kun?"

"No." He sighed a smile. "They are for the other chibi named Omi Tsukiyono. "I-" The tickets were yanked from his hand.

"Arigato Yohji-kun." He grinned at Omi's forgiving expression. About ready to open his mouth and say he'd go get his coat when Omi turned back to the kitchen.

"Will you go with me Ken-Kun?"

"Me?"

"Ken!?"

"Yeah." Omi smiled at him turning back around. "These *are* mine. Right Yohji-kun?" Yohji's mouth dropped open slightly. "You never wanted to go with me before Yohji-kun don't you have a date?"

"Ehh" He almost choked now. 1. He bought those tickets because he wanted to see the movie, got the second for free and figured why not Omi, Vanessa had canceled out. 2. If he said no, they might question how lucky he was. 3 Ken!? (over him?) 4. KEN!? "I…I….I almost forgot." He sighed heavily, sinking back into his chair as Omi's smile returned. All seemed right with this sanario..

"Will you go then Ken-kun? I don't think…well it's late.." He trailed trying to think of an excuse, but he didn't want to go alone after running into Schuldip. Even now he could still feel the slight tickle in the back of his mind from talking with the man. As if every once an a while something would shift its weight, another presence was still lingering with him. And why had the guy been so nice as to warn him about the book?

"Sure Omi. Yohji will you close up? I actually really wanted to see the flick but, I haven't found any time or, I didn't want to go by myself." Ken sent him a shy smile.

"Hai. Me too." He admitted now, it was easier since Ken was so honest.

"Oh so your just using my company." Ken smiled starting for the door.

"Hai"

"Nani?" He chuckled at Ken's sudden expression change.

"I am just joking Ken-kun. Hurry or we'll miss the movie ne?"

"Kuso" Yohji sighed slumping into the table as the front door closed to the soft sound of a bell. His lazy green eyes staring down at the table bored, and considering what else he could do as Aya walked in. Firm steady walk stopping dead as it caught him just sitting there doing nothing. "Hi Aya."

"Yohji." The man retorted walking to the kitchen and slowly pouring a drink as it looked over him suspiciously. "What are you doing Kudou?"

"Omi took my tickets and went to the movies with Ken." he could have sworn he saw a slight smile bite at Aya's lips, but he ignored it.

"Soca."

"Hai" He sighed harder slumping further into the table and cupping his chin in his hands for support. His mouth opening to ask Aya if he had any plans before frowning as the tall, quiet red head walked out without another word.

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"Come on Omi, you want to live here?"

"Gomen Ken-kun." He felt Omi rush to his side as he started down the sidewalk outside the theater. The wind was getting chilly in the spring night. Open sky displaying the stars easily visible at 1AM "Yohji-kun didn't say the movie was so long."

"Probably didn't notice." He sighed thinking how it would be like Yohji to not pay attention, of course he could have been using it as an excuse to just take that girl home with him. "Cold Omi."

"Hai." Omi started nodding before stiffing as he moved slightly closer. "Gomen Ken-kun I wasn't listening I am ok." A bright smile coming at him as Omi moved a slight inch away separating their arms and sides.

"Hn" He shrugged, looking up slightly as they walked. "Did you put the book in the closet?"

"No, I put it under my computer."

"The computer?" He dropped his gaze from the stars to frown at Omi who was shivering slightly.

"Hai."

"You got it to squeeze under there?"

"Hai. I wasn't really a problem Ken. It's ok, not to bad a fit."

"Why?" He stopped walking, and Omi stopped with him. "Why not the closet, it's so much easier?" He started a slow smile. How absurd to put it under the computer.

Omi was quiet for a moment before shrugging. "I changed my mind." He shrugged and they started walking again. A few minutes passing in silence as he took back to the sky. All fluffy cotton gone and he could see ever single twinkle. "Do you think I shouldn't have?"

"Have?…"

"Put it under the computer." Omi stopped now, a look of slight distress over the light features. "Gomen Ken-kun I don't want to get you in trouble. If Aya-kun finds it, ahh gomen, gomen. I wasn't thinking I-"

"Omi relax." He grinned watching the features relax slightly as he laid a hand on his friends shoulders. Omi licked his lips immediately, staring back at him as he smiled, another small shrug just falling off him. "If Aya finds it so what. What's he really going to do." He watched Omi frown slightly, thinking about that. There wasn't really that much Aya could do, but what he could do was intense. Plus, Aya was…

"It's different when Aya-kun is mad at me Ken-kun." He pulled on Omi's arm slightly as he started walking again, and Omi started as well. "The way he looks at me is…."

"So what." He frowned annoyed. Stupid Aya, who did he think he was going around giving looks like that. "Ahh gomen Omi." He sighed heavily and stopped walking again. Omi had shut up and shied away with his fast snap. "I was only getting annoyed thinking about Aya, what were you saying."

"Nothing. I-"

"-No, no I want to hear it." He sighed heavily, giving a light smile as Omi hesitantly looked back at him. A weird tickle still plaguing Omi's stomach. What was this he was feeling? And, was it right for him to feel it for Ken? "Go ahead Omi." He nodded slightly now, Omi still hadn't said a thing and he shifted his weight in front of the shorter boy giving another smile. "I am listening."

"It was stupid. Gomen Ken-kun, arigato but I wasn't really. Well I was just saying that he, looks at me…it's hard when." He nodded slightly try to coax this out of Omi like you coax ketchup from its jar. "When he looks at me like I betrayed him, like I should have known better I hate how it makes me feel. It makes me feel-Gomen Gomen!" It was as if Omi realized he was talking out loud, a sudden wide eyed look snapping before a bright smile. "Haha you don't' want to listen to me ramble Ken-kun, gomen it's nothing. I can't believe I let Aya-kun get to me like I do. I have to get better at that, same for Yohji-kun."

"Definitly for Yohji." He smiled, walking as Omi started again at a faster pace this time tugging him along.

"Hai, hai definitely Yohji." Omi sent him another smile waiting for him to catch up as his arm was dropped. "We're almost back."

"Yeah good thing too." He sighed heavily, pulling his loose jacket closer. "It's wicked out here, hope we don't have to do a mission outside to soon."

"Hai…good movie ne? I'll have to thank Yohji-kun for the tickets tomorrow. That was nice of him."

"Yeah I'll say. Little strange but ok." Omi smiled at his comment, waiting as he pulled out his keys and started to unlock the back door. {Kitten?} "Omi!" He jumped as Omi suddenly plowed into him whirling around as if there was something behind them. "Doushio Omi!?"

"Ken-kun." He felt Omi grab part of his coat and he grabbed Omi back. His eyes scanning around for whatever could have scared Omi so. "I want to go in." He felt Omi shove him, forcing him to push the door open or get smashed against it.

"Ok Omi. Ok!" He reassured fast as he stumbled in watching Omi practically slam the door and lock it fast. Hands flat against it as though trying to keep something out. "What is it Omi? Doushio? Omi." He frowned grabbing his partners shoulder and shaking slightly but Omi's face was hidden from him. Ducked down and to the side slightly as though hiding. "Omi your scaring me. Omi? Omi!?"

"Ken-kun." He silenced at the small whisper, his head straining to see Omi's face as the blue eyes slowly turned to him and looked up. "Gomen I-I don't know what came over me." There was the slightest trace of a blush and, fear?

"It's ok." He nodded relaxing his grip as Omi's hands slid off the door. His eyes still studying the boy as Omi turned around and started to the stairs slightly before stopping as he didn't move.

"Ken-kun?"

"Yeah." He nodded, fallowing with a heavy sigh. Whatever that was it seemed to be over. "Jumpy at night?" He could practically feel Omi's blush this time, shying with his comment. "I mean, you know since it's so dark in the alley?"

"H-hai." Omi gave him a soft shrug as he reached the top of the stairs. "Ken-kun in the alley did you…you didn't hear anything ne? Nothing strange?"

He frowned, his eyes studying Omi as he spoke. The boy had paled and he desperately wanted to see if he had a fever, just to know he'd be ok. "No. Why? Did you hear anything?" Omi's eyes snapped away immediately and he frowned. "Omi what did you hear?"

"Nani? I-I didn't hear anything." He frowned at the blue eyes that came back at him with his firm demanding tone. "Ken-kun, I, just got a little…"

"You heard something strange?" He frowned harder as Omi shook his head immediately. "Omi, you wouldn't lie to me ne?" He could see the torment in the light expression that was saying no to him. Thin mouth open slightly, eyes full of worry. He wasn't lying if he wasn't sure of what he heard right? Was that a lie? But he was sure, he knew what he heard. Maybe this could be a white lie instead. "You don't look so good Omi." He was starting to frown harder as Omi got slightly paler. "I know Yohji makes fun of my cooking but-"

"Ken-kun." Omi smiled out his name immediately grabbing his arm slightly. Humored with the idea Ken was worried about him, and with the idea he was worried because of his own food. "Arigato but I feel fine. I think. I just have this weird feeling I can't shake right now."

"A feeling?"

"Don't laugh at me Ken-kun." He felt Omi stiffen slightly under the touch.

"Hai Omi, I am not going to laugh." he smiled and more doubt washed into Omi's face. He straightened his expression immediately. "Gomen."

"I saw…this afternoon I saw Schwarz and-"

"-Schwarz?!" Ken hissed out the name just like Schuldip always said they did and Omi almost smiled. Jumping slightly as Ken grabbed his shoulders the same way the man did earlier. "Are you ok Omi? Why didn't you say anything earlier?" He frowned remembering how Schuldip liked to play with Omi's head. Purposely screwing things around so the boy would feel like a fool. Shaking parts of his mind so for a day Omi would count starting at twenty as number one and mess up dozens of orders. Or implanting temporary memories that it was someone's birthday or some unknown holiday. Schuldip constantly gave his younger partner small gags the boy would carry out un-intentionally and suffer the indignity and humiliation of.

"Hai. He didn't do anything I think. All he said was that…Aya-kun would find my book if I put it in the closet?"

"Nani?"

"Hai that's why I hid it somewhere else. He…he warned me and then said he would…kill me in my sleep."

"NANI!?" He didn't mean to yell as loudly as he did and his raised voice almost made Omi jump at him like he had outside. His hands snapping back at the boys shoulders with the words before jumping as Aya's door swung open. "Aya"

"Omi. Ken." He felt Omi duck slightly to his side to stay out of direct sight. "It's late. Past midnight."

"Hai hai, the movie Yohji sent us to ran late. Gomen Aya." He shrugged, almost smiling at Aya's irritated expression.

"Hai! Gomen Aya-kun we'll go to bed right away." Aya looked less annoyed with Omi's reassurances, but the expression hardly changed with the small nod and -hn- that shut the door and went back to bed.

"Omi. You should have said something sooner." He grabbed Omi's shoulders again, shaking slightly so Omi would know how much he meant what he said.

"G-gomen Ken-kun only I thought he was joking because it sounded funny to me. I didn't really think he said it to me but…"

"Ok Omi." He sighed, slinging an arm around the nervous shoulders and opening his bedroom door pulling Omi in. "Shh or Aya will really come out with a shi-ne glare for us."

"Gomen."

"It's fine Omi." He sighed trudging to his bed and pulling some of the covers down. "Why did it sound funny to you?"

"It didn't really sound like his voice Ken-kun and it was…felt like a joke." He stopped, turning to look at Omi with a raised eyebrow.

"You feel him speak to you?"

"Gomen! Ken-kun!" Omi backed up immediately a smile immediately on the tense face. "I didn't mean that I feel things. That's silly but, I'll talk to you tomorrow because I should be going to bed so-"

"-Omi." Omi stopped as he frowned out his friends name. "Quiet or Aya *will* hear you." He sighed walking over and pushing Omi into his room more. Ignoring the small -Ken-kun?- as he left the room with a "Wait here." Quietly walking to Omi's and pulling the blanket and pillow off the twin bed before pulling pj's out of the dresser. "Here." He sighed as he came back in. Shoving the pj's into Omi's arms as he started fixing a bed on his floor. "You will sleep in here tonight. Kill you in your sleep." he frowned. "That doesn't sound like a joke to me."

"Hai, demo, why would Schuldip kill me in my sleep? Schwarz is not so distasteful."

"Haha." He chuckled at the comment. Schwatz not so distasteful, what a way to say it. The villains had class, it was dirty to shoot someone in the back.

"Hai chotto." He trailed thinking, a sheet motionless in his hand before he shook his head. "Anyway this way I know for sure just in case." He glanced at Omi who said nothing. Blue eyes watching him as they stood there with their pajamas. They must have been unsure as well or else they would have protested. "Why are you so nervous." He sighed heavily at the immediate -gomen- that came at him. "You don't have to apologize to me Omi." He sighed heavily pulling his shirt off over his head as he finished fixing the beds. His heavy sigh strolling to the closet and pulling stuff out before glancing at Omi. His look was enough to make the younger man drop his pj's to the fixed bed and pull the shirt over the head of honey blonde hair. "Do you mind sleeping here." He said it with a casual tone but to be honest, having Omi sleep there was a nice thought. He kind of liked it.

"No." He stayed where he was, watching Omi pull on a new shirt and step out of the loose cargo shorts before pulling some blue plaid pj pants over the blue boxers. "Arigato." Omi stopped immediately looking up at him.

"Nani? Ken-kun?"

He smiled, changing his pants as well before walking back over to his bed and flopping down. "Makes me feel better." Omi smiled.

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