Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Babysitter ❯ Telling the Truth ( Chapter 6 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

The following day, Omi’s mother checked out of the hospital. The whole family was practically glowing with delight. At home she was made as comfortable as possible. But, she was a real do-it-yourself-er, so it was hard to stop her from moving all around the house and doing chores.

Omi cringed inwardly when the evening fell and his father told his two siblings that they needed to get ready for bed. Soon it would be just him and his parents awake. Omi tried to stay in his room but his father requested that he come out onto the back patio. He did as he was told and saw his mother waiting out on the porch. She was staring at him again. Omi’s heart fluttered. It was time.

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Yohji was in his kitchen with a bottle of wine at hand. He was using it to cook and sipping on it every once in a while. He’d been in a bad mood ever since his conversation with Omi had ended poorly the previous day. Staying busy helped him to work past it. He kept his house phone unplugged and turned off his cell phone too. He didn’t want to be disturbed with any human contact. So, it was quite irritating when he heard a knock at the door. Yohji didn’t answer, he just kept chopping onions and making sure that the pots didn’t overflow.

Knock, Knock.

Yohji sighed in annoyance. He wasn’t going to answer. Gradually, the knocks became louder. “Fine, fine! I’m coming!” He opened the door with a surprise.

“Are you avoiding me?”

“No, Aya,” Yohji said in a rough voice.

“May I come in?”

“Sure.”

“I’m not intruding, am I? Looks like you’re making something special.” Yohji didn’t respond back. “Why weren’t you picking up your phone? I’ve been calling.”

“I unplugged it. I’m really not in the mood to entertain right now,” Yohji said with a look that implied he wanted the man to leave.

“I saw your friend from work at the bank earlier and when I asked about you she said you’d gone home sick yesterday. I wanted to see if you needed anything but then when I wasn’t able to get a hold of you for the last two days, I got concerned. Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Yohji’s voice was still cold.

“The last time you cut yourself off from the world like this...it was bad news, Yohji.”

“That happened two years ago. Leave it alone.” Aya nodded his head and turned to leave but that’s when Yohji couldn’t hold himself together anymore and he started to cry. Aya moved closer in attempt to comfort him but Yohji pulled away. “Just go!”

“I can’t,” replied the redhead with all sincerity. He wasn’t the type of man who was usually compassionate or warm but Yohji was his very best friend and that was enough to make him tender-hearted if only for a brief moment.

The embrace was strong but gentle. The older man eventually let go so that he could find some tissue for his eyes. His face was red with anger and sadness. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” He took a deep breath and re-composed himself.

“What’s going on?”

“Life...that’s all,” Yohji said quietly.

“That’s not a good enough answer for me. I have to admit that I’m getting scared. Last time–”

“– Don’t talk about last time!”

“I have to. It was a big deal. You could have died.”

Yohji stood with his eyes closed for a moment as he took himself back two years.

***

The trouble really all started at Yohji’s birth. His mother was a naive college girl named Ayame and his father was her charming boyfriend. Ayame fell in love with the man but above all things love is blind. So she didn’t see it coming when their relationship began to unravel. While she went away to University for her final year, he became lonely and found comfort in the arms of his ex-girlfriend. Of course, Ayame found out about the affair but she forgave him. He promised that he was through with the ex-girlfriend and that it had only been a sexual relationship anyhow, that it couldn’t compare to the love he shared for his delightful Ayame. Liar. He went back to his mistress and months later dumped Ayame to the curb for her. He even had the nerve to write her a letter on ratty notebook paper explaining his decision rather than tell her to her face.

The days went on and then, weeks. Soon, it was no longer possible to ignore. Ayame was pregnant. She was afraid to tell the child’s father. She was afraid of rejection. To her surprise, he came running back after learning that Ayame was carrying his baby. They eventually got an apartment together but the problems between them rolled on. Ayame picked up smoking. She also drank sometimes to relax. Yohji was born a month premature and underweight. It was becoming more and more clear that the child was not a priority in their lives and never had been. As an infant, he was an excuse for them to stay together. As a boy, he was someone for them to fight over. As a teenager, he was someone to blame everything on. Yohji was sent to live with his grandparents and for the first time in his life...he knew peace.

At sixteen, Yohji moved back into his parents’ house. They were never home. There was usually food in the fridge and he had a bed to sleep in but for the most part, they had abandoned their son. Life went on like this until he was eighteen.

A young man moved into the house for rent, next to his own. The man always waved hello and his smile was simply beaming. Yohji learned that his new neighbor was German after engaging in small talk with him enough times. It turned out that he was also sort of a nudist. He would water the plants in his backyard naked every afternoon. Yohji looked forward to being able to peek through the back fence after school each day and catch a glimpse of it. That was until the day he got caught. Yohji came away from the fence where he’d been peeping and ran into the house. He was so embarrassed. Soon afterward, he heard knocking at his front door. Steadily, Yohji walked toward it, afraid to look through the peephole. “Who is it?” No one answered. “Who is it?”

“You know who this is, Schuldig.” the German accent couldn’t be ignored. “C’mon, open up.”

“Uh...I’m busy right now.”

“Busy peeking at me through the fence?” The German man joked. His laughter made Yohji tremble with humiliation.

“I’m sorry about that, I really, really am.”

“You’re sorry you got caught.”

“Please accept my apology...I’m sorry I invaded your privacy like that. It was rude.”

“Well, isn’t it rude for you to apologize through the door. I think I deserve more sincerity than that.”

Yohji took a deep breath before unlocking the front door and opening it up to reveal his shame ridden face. “Forgive me.” He did his best not to look down at his feet but it was hard.

The neighbor stepped forward and looked beyond the threshold Yohji was standing in. “You have a nice house.”

“Arigatou.”

“May I?”

“Sure,” Yohji responded, stepping aside to allow his neighbor to walk in. He was glad that the subject had changed but he still felt uneasy inside about the whole situation.

“How’s about a tour?”

“Oh...okay, uhm...Well, this is the living room and –”

“– Where’s your bedroom? That ought to be interesting.” Yohji pointed up the staircase. “Well, go on, show me.” The younger boy nodded and Schuldig followed his lead. They entered Yohji’s room. It was simple with just a bed and a small dresser with a lamp on top. “What? No posters? I must be getting old. I thought all teenage kids loved that stuff.”

“Well, I don’t want to get too comfortable here. I don’t consider this my real home anyway,” Yohji replied shyly.

“Why do you still look so nervous around me?” The German man ran a hand through his long red hair. He stepped forward. Their faces were nearly touching. “Do I scare you?” Yohji shook his head lightly. “So, what were you doing watching me through the fence? Do you do that all the time?” The younger man said nothing. “What do you think about when you’re watching me?”

“I said I was sorry,” said a weak voice.

“I never said that I forgave you.” Yohji shut his eyes tight for a moment to clear his thoughts. “But I’ll tell you what...why don’t you take all your clothes off and let me look at you. Then, maybe we can call it even.” Hesitantly, Yohji began to peel off his clothing. Finally, he stood naked with his hands cupping his privates. Schuldig looked at him oddly. “Take your hands away. Let me see your cock.” Once again, Yohji did as he was told. “Do you want me to touch you?” A slow nod meant yes. Beginning with a wanton kiss and someone else’s hand between his legs, Yohji’s first time with another man developed from these things. It paved the way for thrills and happiness. So, this was what it felt like to be held by a man.

The love affair was addicting. But only one person was in love. Try as he might, Schuldig simply didn’t feel the same way. He knew that Yohji really adored him and that’s why it hurt so much to leave the boy, but he had to. He couldn’t stay just for the sake of staying anymore. Nearly a year had already flown by. What he didn’t realize is that Yohji considered the German man to be his first true love. He was just nineteen and in his eyes, Schuldig was abandoning him just like his parents had done. Yohji fell into a deep depression. He couldn’t understand why no one ever wanted him. Why did they all get bored of him so easily? Schuldig tried to console him and re-assure him that this break-up wasn’t the younger man’s fault but, it didn’t work. Yohji was already so traumatized from rejection and neglect that he couldn’t be reasoned with. His depression turned into madness and finally, Schuldig left for good.

Yohji was all alone now and the loneliness consumed him. After days without contact, some of his friends began to be curious about him so they left messages on the recorder which he promptly erased and deleted all of their e-mails as well. Only one person was alarmed by the fact that Yohji wasn’t responding.
Aya drove by Yohji’s home and saw the man’s car was in it’s stall. Aya knocked at his front door several times but didn’t receive an answer. He went along the side of the house to tap on a window. It was partially open so he called his friend’s name but still got no response. Upon looking inside further, he could see Yohji sitting on the floor and fiddling with something. Then, it appeared, the glimmer of the blade. Aya yelled to him with urgency. Yohji didn’t move a muscle. Without much else choice, Aya ripped the screen from the window and pried the rest of it open. Hoisting himself up, he crawled through it an sped toward his friend. Yohji barely looked upward before the knife he’d been hold was snatched from his hands. Aya hissed, it was very sharp and he accidentally cut a finger with it. Yohji didn’t react much at all, he just seemed to be in a continuous daze. Aya sat with him and held him. “Why do you even bother?” Yohji mumbled.

“Because I’m your friend...I think I may even be your closest friend.”

“Well, the people closest to me are always the first to leave, so I’ll understand when you do too.”

***

Yohji refocused himself back into the present. He sighed with discontent. Aya was right, his behavior was heading down the same road he’d taken the last time he was really depressed about a relationship.

“Yohji, what are you upset about?”

“Nothing.”

“It’s better to talk about it than hold it all inside.”

“It’s stupid.”

“No it’s not. Not if it’s making you act this way.”

“I just hate myself sometimes,” Yohji began quietly. “It’s like I say and do all the wrong things, all the time, especially when I’m just trying to help. It always gets taken the wrong way, no matter how good my intentions may be. I’m always offending someone and then they start to distance themselves from me. Before I know it, they’re gone.”

“Well, I’m still here. Doesn’t that count for anything?” Yohji shrugged his shoulders. “C’mon, sit,” Aya commanded, pulling up a chair. Yohji grabbed his hand.

“Why do you even put up with me?”

“Because I’m attracted to oddities. Why else?” Aya teased. He’d finally brought a smile to his friend’s lips. “There you go.” Aya patted Yohji on the head fondly.

“Trying to seduce me?” Yohji joked.
“Always.”

“Oh, I need to check my pots.” Yohji stood to his feet and went back into the kitchen. He stirred one thing and decreased the heat on another. All the while thinking about how close Aya was presently standing next to him. He slowly turned his head to face the other man, biting his lower lip with questioning sage eyes. The red haired man wasn’t paying much attention, he was just curious as to what Yohji was cooking and kept his eyes on the stove. After thinking about it for a moment, Yohji tilted his head and dove in for a kiss. Then, he pulled away gently. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Aya tried to sound cool about it but his voice was a bit nervous. They each just stood there, looking away from each other.

Suddenly, Yohji leant in for another surprising kiss and put his hands to Aya’s face in the process, making the event more intimate. “I lied,” Yohji began. “I wasn’t really sorry, I just said that for the sake of saying it.”

“Oh,” the redhead managed to utter while recovering from the shock of things. He began to nod his head. “Oh,” he said again, just before Yohji’s lips darted at him for the third time. He quickly put his hand up to the taller man’s mouth. “How many times do you plan on doing this?” Yohji grabbed the hand Aya was using to block with and draped his free arm around the back of the redhead’s shoulders, bringing them closer together for his finally intrusion.

This time, Aya reciprocated. He did it shyly at first to test the waters. Something overcame him and now he was using his tongue just as much as Yohji was. They parted after hearing a sizzling sound. The smaller pot was overboiling onto the stove. “Shit,” Yohji cursed to himself while turning down the burner.

“Hope you made enough for me,” Aya said, trying to change the mood.

“There’s plenty. Set the table, would you?” The dinner was...interesting. It was a seafood dish that Yohji had just thrown together. Cooking was just something to keep him occupied especially, since he didn’t know what he was making. The challenge was fun. The taste was again...interesting. Aya seemed to enjoy it a lot more than it’s own creator. Yohji was pleased to see that someone liked it. So far they had just been drinking soda but Yohji wanted to make the evening more romantic so he broke out a bottle of his finest wine and poured them each a glass. His friend was really being a pig. Aya had been eating and drinking none stop. “Uh, I think wine is meant to be sipped not guzzled.”

“Is that what I’ve been doing? Sorry,” Aya blushed.

“No worries.”

“Finish the bottle. That way I won’t get drunk.”

“To be honest, I’m surprised you aren’t drunk already. I haven’t had nearly as much as you and I’m already buzzed. It’s gonna catch up to you.” As dinner wrapped up, Yohji noticed that his friend was swaying a little. “You’re toasted.”

“I think you could be right.” Aya left the room to sit on Yohji’s bed. The other man joined him after clearing the table. The redhead was watching television. Yohji stared at him and slowly crept his hand toward the other man’s. Aya turned to face him, suddenly. When the red haired man didn’t move, the taller boy scooted closer to him. He nuzzled against the redhead then, slid his face down toward Aya’s lap. “Yohji?” said a whisper.

The older man rose up for a moment. “You are always here for me. No matter what, you’re always a true friend.” A tear began to fall from the corner Yohji’s left eye. “I wanna repay you for that.”

“Whoa,” Aya responded as he felt a hand between his legs.

“C’mon, I just wanna please you. Lie down and let me put it in my mouth.” Yohji felt himself being pushed away. “What’s wrong?”

“This. This is what’s wrong. You’re emotional and you’ve had a bit to drink. Besides, all of the nice things I have done for you are free of charge. I’ve gotten just as much out of it as you have. I’ve gotten your friendship.” Yohji tried to smile a little but Aya could see right through it. “I love you, ya know.”

“Well, I’m in love with you. Do you think...you could ever be in love with me?”

“I know that I am.”

“Then, why don’t you want to be intimate with me?”

“Because I am emotionally in love with you but physically...”

Yohji started to nod, “I understand.” He took a deep breath and concentrated on it alone. This technique stopped him from dwelling too long and crying. He didn’t want to go to puddles in front of Aya.

“Sorry to be a party pooper but I should probably get home.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll be back later this week.”

“Alright. Catch you later.”

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“Sit down,” said Omi’s mother. The boy sat stiffly in a lawn chair. Both his parents were staring at him awkwardly and unblinkingly.

“So, what’d you guys want to talk about,” the blonde asked with a shaky voice.

“About my accident. I don’t even know where to begin.” Omi’s stomach was beginning to turn. He wished Yohji were here. He didn’t know if he could go through this alone. “Tell me what’s going on.” The boy didn’t answer. “Omi.”

“I can’t!” They were torturing him. It was bad enough he’d been caught in the act of indulging himself with Yohji, but now they wanted him to re-tell the event. This was madness.

“Listen, I’m on the same page you are. We’re both a little traumatized by the incident and we need to talk about it. All I really remember is coming to your room and seeing you before something spooked me, it caused me to turn away and I fell backward. I think I accidentally walked in on you doing something. You were...”she tried to recall the memory.

Omi’s heart broke off and died right inside of his chest. She really couldn’t remember what had happened. “I was changing clothes. I was naked,” he said quickly. It was a logical answer and depending on exactly what she could remember, in reality, Omi truly had been nude when she’d found him at home, so she would equate his story with that memory.

“We just need to know that you’re okay,” his father began. “Your mother really began to notice how shook up you were when we first visited her at the hospital. You still sort of look that way.”

“I’ll be fine,” Omi sighed with relief and exhaustion. He hesitated for a moment. “Is it okay if I go now? I have to make a call.”

“Sure,” his mother agreed.

Omi scampered to his room and locked the door. For extra privacy he hid at the far end of his closet. That way no one would be able to hear his conversation to Yohji. No one was picking up. He just kept getting the busy signal which was abnormal. The blonde climbed out of his closet and put on a jacket. His parents saw him from the back patio and talked to him through the screen door. “Where you goin’ kid?” his father asked.

“Yeah, where’s the fire?” asked his mother.

“I’m going to a friend’s house,” the boy answered.

“What friend?” his mother pried.

“Yohji. I’ll be back later.” That said, he took his mother’s car keys and headed downtown. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say to Yohji or how to approach him. He was grateful for the small traffic build up to the man’s house. It gave Omi a little more time to muster up some courage. He was afraid that maybe Yohji wouldn’t be very receptive of him after their last run in. Things were beginning to become more real as he entered the elevator and road his way up Yohji’s apartment building. He knocked at the front door and was almost immediately answered. Yohji’s face went from content to slightly sour and suspicious. “What are you doing here?”

“Hi,” Omi grinned.

“I mean...sorry I really didn’t mean to sound so rude. I just keep getting little surprise guests tonight.”

“I just wanted to talk. And I called earlier but...”

“I had my phone off the hook.”

“Oh, well, that explains the busy signal.”

Yohji nodded. “Well...go ahead and come in. I was just about to put on some tea if you want any.”

“Sure.” After making themselves comfortable at the kitchen table, Omi stared into the mug of hot tea that Yohji had prepared for him. “I’m sorry for the way I acted the other day, like a know-it-all. When really, I don’t know much of anything. To be honest, I’m quite sheltered and it makes me feel dumb. I guess, having sex and doing drugs, not to mention my wanna-be attitude problem is my way of making up for being so inexperienced. It’s sort of a cover up.”

“Go on,” Yohji began to smile with his arms crossed.

“What you said made me feel like some average ignorant teenager, suffering from my own arrogance. And it upset me to know that it was true. But, I understand now that you were only trying to look out for me. I just didn’t realize it at first because no one else has ever tried to do that for me. Instead of being offended I should have appreciated how lucky I am to finally have a friend who cares as much as you do. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is that...I’m sorry.”

“This means a lot to me. Thank you.”

“So then, I’m forgiven?”

“Totally.”

“Absolutely forgiven?”

“Yes.”

“Positively forgiven?”

“Yes.”
“Are you sure about that?”

“Omi!”

“Just checking,” the boy smiled. It was good to be friends again. “So, what smells so good in here?”

“You don’t wanna know. It didn’t turn out the way I’d planned. The only thing I really enjoyed through the entire dinner was the wine I bought but, that’s all gone now.”

“Too bad.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, I feel like celebrating. You and I are in good graces again. You’ve been my righthand man lately and being on bad terms with you was like torture.”

What Omi said brought a warm smile to Yohji’s face. He stood up from his seat. “Hug,” he suggested with outstretched arms. Omi stood as well but hesitated. He looked like he wanted to say something. The older man’s smile began to weaken. Was Omi refusing him?

“Yohji...,” Omi uttered as he tried to put his thoughts together. He had something to say but it just wasn’t coming out.

“C’mon, don’t make me beg. I’ve had my arms open forever.”

Omi sunk into the older man’s embrace. “Kiss me.” Yohji dug his fingers through the golden locks at the back of Omi’s head. He tenderly supplied his young partner’s mouth with his own lips, tongue, saliva and desire. He rose his other hand and began to gently caress the soft skin of the of the blonde’s neck. Yohji circled Omi’s ear with one finger and tugged on the lobe gently. The shorter boy put both his hands to Yohji’s chest momentarily. He looked into the man’s emerald gaze with bedroom eyes. Yohji nodded his head to the silent invitation and began to slowly walk Omi backward until the edge of the bed hit the back of the younger boy’s legs. They nestled into the bed covers affectionately and began to make love.

After sharing their bodies and their emotions yet again, Yohji and Omi lay quietly. They were both a little sleepy and relaxed. The younger man rested his head on his lover’s chest while a strong hand rubbed circle’s over his back. Yohji made a deep sigh then gave Omi a few pats on the back before saying, “You should get going now. I don’t want your parents to worry about you.”

“I know,” Omi responded as he sat up. He looked down at the older man adoringly. “What I was trying to tell you before is that...,” he whispered. “...is that I love you.” Yohji turned his head sharply to meet Omi’s gaze. He hadn’t been expecting to hear this.

“I – love you too,” he answered, not exactly sure if he was telling the truth or not. And in this situation, intimate as it was, he really didn’t want to hurt the younger boy’s feelings. Obviously, Omi felt very connected to his older friend and he was putting his heart out on the line. Yohji knew better than to just crush that. “C’mon hon, get dressed. We can’t stay in bed forever, no matter how much we’d like to.”

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Omi returned home drunk on love. He couldn’t help but smile and glow all through the house. Every little breath he took felt like an orgasm when he thought about Yohji. Hmmm...was Yohji his boyfriend? Maybe. Probably. Yeah! Omi wanted to believe that they were definitely beyond friends with benefits.

It was quite late. He couldn’t believe that he’d been over Yohji’s house for so long, two and a half hours. He’d only expected to be there for maybe twenty minutes just to apologize to the man and make amends between them.

Omi frowned, noticing that a little blood was in his underwear again when getting ready for bed. When the hell was this gonna stop? He couldn’t just throw a pair of undies into the washing machine alone and he didn’t have enough dirty laundry to make a load so he put on a robe and stormed to the bathroom. After filling the sink with water and detergent, he began to hand wash the blood from his underpants. He wrapped them in a towel to get out the excess water then came back to his room and hung them to finish drying on the back of a chair.

Naked as the day he was born, Omi climbed into bed still smiling obnoxiously as he recounted the blessing that had happened to him tonight. Could secret, premarital, underage, gay sex with the babysitter be a blessing? It certainly felt like one at least. “Whatever,” Omi whispered to himself and it was lights out. Yohji had exhausted his entire body. Besides, it was nearly 1:00 o’clock in the morning, this was as good a time as any to finally get some sleep.

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The next morning arose and like clockwork, Omi’s mother got up with the sun. She washed up while her husband slept then proceeded to the kitchen where she prepared him a special breakfast of just oatmeal and a few slices of fruit due to his high cholesterol levels. She was tired of seeing him scarf down bowl after blow of Frosted Sugar Candipuffs. The name alone was enough to make a person diabetic and she was seriously considering whether or not the children should be eating it as well.

The woman began to dread the fact that she wasn’t able to go back to work for a few days and it didn’t look like the trip to her in-laws house was going to happen anymore. This meant that she was going to bored all day. Especially since her husband was probably going to do most of the things around the house that she usually took care of. He was already smothering her the day before. She knew that he was just trying to be kind and take some of the pressure off of her since the accident but the help just didn’t seem necessary. Thinking to herself for a moment, she made a decision. She would show him that she could get along without him by carrying on with housekeeping and other tasks just as long as she didn’t over do things. He’d get the hint.
Slowly, the other members of the house began to emerge from their bedrooms to the kitchen table like zombies. The first one to perk up was Omi of course, still high on the activities of the night before. “You look like you’re in better spirits,” his mother commented. “Did you have fun with your little friend last night?”

“What?!” he asked with wide eyes.

His mother furrowed her brow curious as to why her son sounded so jumpy. “Yeah, I thought you went to visit him or something. You sure didn’t get back until late. D’you guys paint the town red?”

“Uh...”

“I know what they were doing,” his father joined in. “Pickin’ up chicks,” he smiled. His wife gave him a sour yet amused look. “What? It’s a guy thing, right Omi?”

“Of– of course...yeah.” Omi was beginning to heat up with nervousness. He wished they could just get off this subject. “So, dad are you going back to work today?”

“Yeah. Which means you’re in charge.”

“Well, I’m going to be home,” Omi’s mother began. “Everything will be fine.” Her husband gave her a look of concern. “Butt out. Stop treating me like a baby. My head feels a lot better and I want to get on with life.”

“Okay, but if I come home and find you passed out from exhaustion, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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Yohji clocked in at work and began tending to the daily tasks. He worked in an independently owned bookstore near his house that got more business than the chain-bookstore just down the street. He always figured that the shop he worked in just had more character and appeal but the store owner always swore that it was Yohji’s good looks which brought all the flocks of customers. She always praised him for being so charismatic as well.

Yohji was happy here, he had a good boss and he was tired of office jobs. But It was always a little embarrassing whenever a girl would slip him her phone number after strutting up to the register because frankly, he just wasn’t interested. And it was hard to fake that he was flattered. While restocking a shelf he came across a book titled Boy’s First Time with the picture of a guy who looked strikingly similar to Omi. He forced the book onto a shelf. This store didn’t usually carry books of that nature, it must have been ordered on accident or mixed up with the wrong shipment given that there weren’t any other copies of it.

Yohji could feel himself begin to sweat. Was he really up for another intense relationship? He’d avoided them for a long time and as soon casual sex turned into something more with any of his partners he would drop them. He couldn’t afford for things to get serious. But now, maybe it was time to stop running. Maybe Omi was the answer. The door chime brought him out of his daydreams. It was time to get back to work.

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Omi was getting just a little sick and tired of running errands for his mom today. Not that he usually minded but this time his younger brother and sister were in the car with him. He hated whenever they had to tag along.

Meanwhile...

Omi’s mother was at home, feeling quite proud of herself after giving the kitchen a good scrub down. Once Omi got home with the groceries she would start dinner but now she searched for anything else to keep her busy. Most of the laundry was all done but she figured she could take linen off of all the beds and wash that to pass some time. She started with her own bedroom. She balled the sheets up and threw them into a basket in the hall then, she went across to her eldest son’s room.

She was the only one home and it was tempting to start snooping through his belongings. After all, she’d found out some pretty serious things purely by accident the last time she’d been alone in here. What other secrets was Omi keeping. Would she even want to know? It might be hurtful or disappointing. But...she found herself opening a few of his dresser drawers and poking around. She didn’t really know what she was looking for. She hoped that she wouldn’t find anything, especially drugs. [This is crazy,] she thought to herself and got back to business.

While removing the linen from of her son’s bed she thought it was awfully peculiar that his underpants were hanging off the back of a chair but the rest of his clothing was placed elsewhere. Shrugging her shoulders she finished taking the sheets down to the laundry room and started the first load. “Oh my!” she gasped. “Blood?” She put a hand to her mouth thinking back to the underwear hung over Omi’s chair. She realized now that they had been washed and left to dry there. They must have had blood on them as well. She started to worry and wonder if her son had internal damage or cancer or something horrible. Why hadn’t he said anything? Was he going through this all alone? She felt like a bad mother for not noticing the signs earlier. But what were the signs?

Omi came home with the two little brats in tow. Fortunately, they’d been helpful with bringing the groceries into the house. “Start unbagging the stuff, okay?” he commanded his siblings.

“Omi, I need to talk to you.”

“Oh, hi mom. Just let me put this food away first.”

“Yoko and Van know where everything goes by now. They can do it.”

“Uh...okay.” Omi wondered what was going on. His mother spoke to him quietly in the den.
“Are you okay?”

“Yeah mom, we had this conversation the other night.”

“I know, but I found blood on your sheets today. How long has this been happening to you.”

She was too close to finding out his secret. A secret that he wanted to protect more than ever since he and Yohji had confessed their love for each other. “What were you doing in my room?”

“I was changing the linen on your bed. I saw the–,”

“It’s nothing.” Omi’s voice was harsh. He couldn’t believe some of the blood had actually gotten onto his sheets. He shouldn’t have gone to bed naked.

“I want to take you to a doctor.”

“No! No doctors.”

“If you’re scared–,”

“I’m not. I just want you to mind your own business,” he said defensively. “There’s nothing wrong with me, I don’t have colon cancer or anything else like that. I just strained myself while going to the bathroom last night.” It was an embarrassing sort of lie but at least it was explanatory.

“Okay, okay. I believe you. But if this persists...I need to know about it.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he said in a huff. He didn’t want any doctor prodding around in his body and discovering what had really caused the bleeding. He would just have to be more careful after receiving anal from now on.