Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Undistinguished UnderScore ❯ Chapter 25

Ken pushed himself through the door after Yohji, closing the door after him and leaning against the cool, smooth painted wood, mildly tapping his head in a rhythmic pattern against it. Yohji rotated himself around to eye his distraught friend.

"Hey, Ken. Don't worry about it."

Ken lifted his head from the door and strained out "How can I not?"

"Well..some really smart person once said that you learn something new everyday..and you learned that Zeva is a stripper!"

"I also learned that the smart person who said that phrase..was obviously not you, Yo-Tan."

"Hey, We can't all have beauty AND brains. By the way.." Yohji glanced around "Have you seen Omi at all?"

Ken glared "I've been with you, how could I have seen him?"

"Well I mean before we left.."

"I thought he was taking care of Nagi.." Ken's eyes rotated around to the dark staircase. "He's probably asleep by now."

"Yeah, probably." Yohij scratched the back of his head before letting out a mild yawn attached to a stretch. "Speaking of sleep, I'm bushed. I'll catch you in the morning Ken-Ken." Yohji slugged up the stairs leaving behind a confused and depressed Ken.

"Yeah, night Yo-Tan.." Ken spoke in a weary, soft voice.

Omi stood frozen, he didn't understand what he was doing but at the same time he didn't care. His heart pounded against his chest as he lay pressed to Nagi's clothed body, a warm sensation flowing from Nagi's mouth to his as he felt Nagi's tongue slowly creep into his own. Omi felt warm chills run down his spine as he felt Nagi's finger lace into his hair on the back of his neck and kiss him deeper in the process. They stayed like that for a decent five minutes, misgauging each others mouths until they tenderly broke apart from each other, lightly panting.

"Na-gi?" Omi said through short breaths.

"Hai?" Nagi smiled up at the blushing Chibi as he raised a pale hand to brush the shaggy blonde hair out of Omi's face.

"What just happened? I-I thought you were.."

"Gay? Close, I'm Bi and I should be asking you what happened, You kissed me after all."

"What about Kym?" Omi shifted his weight to sit next to Nagi on the bed, as to supporting himself over Nagi.

Nagi sighed "I am attracted to Kym, but it's apparent she is in love with Aya." Omi tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"But, you've been up here for three days..how is it you know that Kym is in love with Aya when you've been in bed the whole time?"

"I'm just a good observer, that's all." Nagi smiled meekly up at the tender blue child-like eyes that shimmered down at him. Omi embraced Nagi's stare, but looked away, a hard flush flowing over his peachy skin.

"Na..Nagi, I'm scared.." Omi tensed as he felt the sheets shift and acknowledge the sudden warmth of Nagi's hand around his.

"I am to.." Nagi's voice trembled as if he was on the verge of tears. Omi craned his neck around to hesitantly stare into those swimming eyes.

"Why, are you afraid?" Omi felt Nagi's grip tighten before he spoke.

"The same reason you are.." Omi's eyes widened in shock, Nagi didn't need to say anything else, everything he was feeling was engraved in his eyes and Omi felt a tear followed with a smile roll over his face.

"Nagi!" Omi latched back onto Nagi's mouth, positioning his hands by Nagi's head, pushing himself up as to not fall on top of Nagi's small body. They changed positions on the bed through out the night, never doing anything but kissing and mild groping until they finally fell asleep together, both shirtless, holding each other in there tender slumber.

Ken had made his way to the couch after Yohji trailed up the stairs, and sat in darkness as he thought. It was 1:00am, and he finally decided it was time to put his troubles aside and go to sleep. He groggily made his way up the accursed steps that never seemed to end and passed by Omi's room.

"Just as I thought, the lights are off. Omi's asleep.." Ken kept moving until he got to his room only to find the door partially cracked. "That's a little odd, I guess Aya or Omi came in to get something." Ken shrugged it off and nudged open the door, moving his way inside the bedroom and closing the door, flipping on a light switch in the process only to have the light reveal the fairly scantily cladded body of Yuriko, asleep on his bed. He stood frozen in shock, and watched as Yuriko stirred in her sleep and slowly woke up, shielding her eyes from the light until the focused.

"Eh? Oh!" Yuriko stretched, letting some of the sheets that covered her fall. "Hi Ken. I was wondering when you were getting home." Ken finally got to he senses, and turned his attention from her mildly exposed body. He had had enough "sex" for one night.

"Shouldn't I be asking what you're doing in my bed?" Ken went to set the keys for his motorcycle on his dresser, trying to avoid any and all eye contact with the red head who was currently occupying his sheets.

"Keeping it warm.." Ken froze in the position he was currently in and shook his head side to side.

"Yuriko..I-"

"I'm sorry Ken! The friend that I'm staying with is out of town, and I don't have a place to stay without her..Can't I just stay here for tonight? It'll be like old times."

"I won't sleep in the bed with you.." Ken announced as his answer.

"Why..? You don't trust me, or yourself?"

"Both.." Ken's voice was fairly deep with his answer in a firm tone. He closed his eyes and firmly planted his hands on the top of his dresser, the sounds of the shifting of sheets missing his ears. He felt the embrace of feminine arms around his waist, and he lifted his head to eye the reflection of him and Yuriko, together, in the mirror.

"Ken, I'll leave the bed. It is you're room after all and it's only for tonight." He felt her nuzzle her face in his shirt and flinched. He wanted so badly to hold her, but it didn't feel right. He had only known Zeva for almost two months now, longer than he had known Yuriko, but it wasn't just that. It was true, he looked at Yurkio and felt a sensation of emotions he couldn't explain, some of love, some desire others a mixture of both and some a category all there own. But for the sake of his own sanity, he dare not hold her, not right now.

"Ok Yuriko, I'll get a sleeping bag for you.." He walked away from her embrace and entered the dark hallway to find the hall closet that possessed the sleeping bag, he found it successfully and walked back to his room, closing the door and locking it. "Here you go.." Ken handed the bag to Yuriko who got busy sprawling it out on the floor, snatching a pillow from Ken's bed to rest her head on while Ken stripped down to a white wife beater and long shorts to sleep in before curling under the covers that were warmed by Yuriko's body. Ken laid his head down his pillow that was coated by her scent and he felt like crying, before he gripped the pillow and turned it over on its other side that still smelt like the rest of his bed, and sighed in relief.

"Good night Ken!" Came a sweet melodic voice from the ground.

"Good night, Yuriko.." Ken said quietly, almost to himself before he forced his eyes to close and lost himself in darkness until he found sleep.

Zeva creaked open the door of her apartment and awaited Neese's arrival as she changed out of her clothes, washed off the make-up and flopped down the bed, rolling over to stare at the ceiling until she heard the door push open and see Neese standing there with duffle bag similar to hers. Neese dropped her bag in-between the living room and entry way and walked back to the bedroom and eyed Zeva who peered at her sister upside down from the bed her hair falling in rhythm patterns off the creamy feathered comfier.

"What's up?" A grin escaping her lips.

"Obviously not you.."

"Besides that.." Zeva rolled over and propped her chin up on her hands and supported it with her elbows. "So, I suppose you're wondering what I was doing working a strip club? But I'm curious to know what you were doing there as well, you seemed just as surprised." Neese had moved herself to the bed to sit next to her sister.

"Well..I guess there's only one way to explain it.."

"What? You're broke?" Zeva snickered to herself, only to feel the smack of Neese's hand hit her arm, leaving a stinging red imprint of her hand. "Geeze Neese, don't be so sensitive. We obviously both have our reasons for being there."

"Yeah..we do.." Neese scooted herself off the bed and went to shuffle through her duffle bag, and came back with a CD wrapped around her finger. "Here.." She tossed it on the bed in front of Zeva. "Take a look." Zeva picked up the disk and held it between her thumb and index finger and raised an eyebrow.

"That means I have to move…doesn't it?"

Neese shifted her eyes to a glare "Just look at it.."

Zeva sighed and rolled off the bed to recover her lop top she had brought a few months ago. She pushed open the CD drive and plopped the silver circle inside the compartment, pushing it shut. The CD opened up on her desktop and she eyed the information on it, her eye's slowly getting bigger with each paragraph. "Holy Shit Neese!" She spun herself around in her computer chair to look up at her sister's fiery amber orbs. "You Work for Kritiker?!"