Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Soda Made Him Do It ❯ The Soda Made Him Do It ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz and all of its characters do not belong to me, they are the property of Takehito Koyasu and Project Weiss. No profit is made from this story.



"Hey, Omi... Have you been up all night?"

Omi glanced quickly over his shoulder at Yohji, not wanting to take his attention from the screen in front of him for too long. He was so close to what they needed, just a little longer and he'd have it.

"Yeah, but its ok. I'm wide awake."

Yohji stepped closer, eyes picking out the empty soda cans littering the floor around Omi's desk. He focused on Omi's hands as they flew over the keys, entering new parameters for the computer to search, opening up one window after another as his mind raced with ideas. He watched as Omi shook his head, muttering to himself and reached for the open soda can on top of the desk, frowning and tossing it in the general direction of the rubbish can when he realized it was empty. Yohji sighed and picked it up, looking it over before tossing it in the bin.

"Hey, chibi, what kind of soda is this?"

"Hmm? Oh, something imported from America. I've been saving it for a mission like this, it's supposed to have extra caffeine and sugar."

"Uh-huh... I'm not an expert in English, but this line here is the sugar content, right?"

Omi looked over at the can, a scowl of annoyance crossing his forehead for a brief moment at the interruption before he went back to work, pausing now on this window or that, cutting and pasting some information into a new window before discarding the rest and moving on.

"Yeah, that's it."

Yohji stared in amazement at the number displayed proudly in white print on the red can. He looked around again, this time counting up the number of cans as he started to pick them up from where they had scattered.

"Omi, you've had twelve of these. How much caffeine is supposed to be in this stuff?"

"Uh, I think it said double the caffeine of normal soda, why?"

Yohji just shook his head. Omi was an expert at pulling all-night hacking sessions; he knew what his limits were. Never mind that it was eight in the morning, and the kid was missing school. He was sure Omi had thought of that. He'd just make sure to come back and check on him later, Yohji thought. Calling out a goodbye, he went up the stairs to the shop to work the morning shift with Ken, since Aya was out checking some information Omi had found the night before.

The morning shift went by quickly, a steady trickle of customers keeping him and Ken busy enough that it was time to close the doors for lunch before Yohji realized he hadn't seen Omi come up from the mission room yet. Once the door was locked, Ken announced he was making ramen, and Yohji waved him off to the kitchen, moving toward the stairs to the basement room to check on Omi.

The computer was still on, the search programs still running and spitting up new information, but Omi lay slumped in front of the screen, his head just missing the keyboard, eyes closed and deeply asleep. Yohji chuckled, shaking his head at finding Omi in a familiar position, even if it was later than usual. Seems even this new soda - Jolt, he thought it was called - couldn't keep Omi going long enough to satisfy his demands on himself. Yohji carefully worked his hands under Omi's shoulders and shifted him back, beginning the awkward maneuvering required to get Omi out of his chair and onto the couch a few feet away.

He sat down on the edge of the cushion, resting for a moment after getting the boy settled. He looked down at Omi, resting quietly for the moment, exhaustion pushing him past any dreams or other disturbances to the rest he needed. Yohji brushed a stray lock of hair out of Omi's face and leaned down, pressing his lips softly to Omi's forehead. He sat back just a bit, letting his eyes roam over the planes of Omi's face. He wished, not for the first time, that Omi were older. Yohji had carefully kept his few dates with men a secret. He wasn't sure how his teammates would take the news that he was bisexual. After all, Ken was straight as a ruler, and Aya and Omi had never given even a hint of being interested in guys. Though, to be fair, Aya hadn't given a hint at being interested in anyone, male or female. At least Omi had shown interest in a girl, even if the situation did wind up a tad bit on the twisted side.

Yohji sighed softly, still close enough that his breath gently ruffled Omi's bangs. If only Omi were older, Yohji might consider taking a chance. He might consider telling Omi how much he admired his strength, how much he wanted to be the one Omi turned to in the night when the nightmares they all had hit him, how much he wanted to help make Omi's nightmares fade away. Omi's face below him looked so sweet, Yohji wanted desperately to take a chance. Ken was upstairs in the kitchen and Aya was out, not expecting to be back before time for the afternoon rush. If he just took a small chance, no one would know, right? He could keep it to himself, hold this one memory to keep him going until he had the courage - until the time was right to talk to Omi.

He took a deep breath, and softly pressed his lips to Omi's, the kiss gentle so as not to wake him. Yohji reveled in the petal-soft texture of Omi's lips, wishing desperately that he could deepen the kiss, taste him, show him fully what he felt, but that would be pressing things too far. He pulled back, sitting up slowly as he did, watching Omi carefully. His breath froze in his chest as Omi stirred, shifting slightly and taking a deep breath before settling back into sleep with a small smile briefly spreading across his face.

Yohji stood and moved across to the stairs before daring to breath again. It had been a risk, and had Yohji pressed the kiss any longer than he did, he might have been caught, but he'd made it. Now he just needed to come up with something to explain the grin he couldn't seem to get under control, and life would be perfect, or nearly so. His grin widened further, and he chuckled as he climbed the stairs out of the mission room. If Ken asked why he was grinning, he'd just say the soda made him do it.