Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Untouchable ❯ Kotchi Wo Muite ( Chapter 1 )

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

Untouchable
A Weiss Kreuz slash story
One-Shot
Chapter One: Kotchi Wo Muite
By: Echan2
Warnings: ... ^___^
Pairings: Omi/Aya
Disclaimer: "Weiss Kreuz" doesn't belong to me- belongs to Takehito Koyasu-sama. *drools insanely, blinks, and wipes mouth sheepishly* WAAAIII!!! Not fair; I WANT A OMITTCHI! And a Aya-kun. *smiles disecretly to herself* Anyway, I wanted to take a quick break from Kingdom Hearts fanfic, "My Immortal"- that has 27 reviews and 1777 visits(^^)-, and make a Weiss Kreuz story about Omi and Aya because there aren't enough fics about these two. Review everything nicely and warmly because I'll throw your flames right back at ya'll and burn your flesh. ^__^ I'm THAT nice. Oh, and Aya might be OOC some, but some. But I thought to myself- "It's my fan-fic and anything's possible in a fanfic; I'll make him run around in a tutu if I have to." Which I won't. :):):) Enjoy minna-san!
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He had been watching him for the remainder of the day. There was the object of his affection, standing poise and straight, making a large arrangement of bright pink sakura blossoms and dark, flurid purple lilacs that worked together beautifully with long, white skilled hands that were nimble and light. The person wore a dark green turtleneck and black slacks with gardening shoes. The color of the shirt contrasted prettily against the violent shade of ruby on his head and the deep depths of his amethyst eyes. A thin, long golden earring glimmered in the late sunlight behind a eartail of red that curled against pale, porcelain skin. It was too much like a watercolor dream...


Tsukiyono Omi sighed within and turned his attention to watering his freesias and daffodils, his large, dark blue eyes clouded over with unspoken thoughts. Here he was, a mere seventeen year old with a crush on his superior that killed mercilessly and showed no emotion whilst he did so, ice in his eyes and in his heart. The Koneko was silent without the hectic cries and arguing of Hidaka Ken and Kudo Youji bickering over women and soccer. Ah, the passion of Youji's constant love for sultry females and Ken's admiration of the game that revolved around his life... Omi could handle so much. So, he sent them out for the rest of the evening, totally unlike him. Youji and Ken studied their young friend quizzically, both turning down their volume and questioning if their Omittchi was okay. Nodding hurriedly and blowing air with impatience, he shoved them out of the door and closed it behind him, breathing in and out slowly, composing himself.


Omi was NEVER worked up over anything that wasn't too drastic, but those two worked their way into his skin like nails on a chalkboard. He was upset due for the fact that with a sick realization, Omi knew deep down, Fujimiya Aya would've never accepted his feeling's at all, being the cold-hearted bastard he was. Omi liking him probably was a sin in Aya's case. The young assassin had awoken up in the early morning from a startling, frightening dream about him and tip-toed to Aya's room. Drawing in a deep breath, the boy turned the cool, bronze doorknob and peeked in, seeing the sleeping form of the second-oldest member of Weiss. Sighing with relief, Omi paused to stare at the man and walked closer, being quiet as possible. He was sleeping soundly, a hand underneath his face and the other one wrapped around his thin waist, his forehead cleared of a frown including his lips. Omi stared with fascination at Aya's lips. They were a pale rose, with a medium upper lip and a well-rounded full bottom one. They were slightly parted, drawing in breath and releasing it smoothly. There was an incredible feeling growing in the pit of Omi's chest-


he wanted to touch those lips.


Reaching out a trembling hand, he curled his fingers and left his index sticking out, trying to glide it across the velvety surface. Close... so close... almost there...


but, shaking, he withdrew his hand immediately, staring wide-eyed at it. "What was I about to do?," he whispered to himself. The little baby of the Weiss group turned and fled, tears swimming in front of him. He was about to touch- of all people- Aya!!! His leader, his comrade, his friend! Running downstairs, he caught a glance at the kitchen clock and saw 6:03 A.M. Sighing, he sat at the table and placed his head upon the wooden surface. "This is going to be a long day," he moaned.


And it was.


Thus, this was were Omi was, trapped in his own guilt and far-away fantasy of the certain redhead, over-watering his orchids. A warm hand was placed over his, turning off the hose. "You want them to drown?," came a cool, low voice. Omi jumped at the sudden sound and whirled around to find Aya behind him, an eyebrow raised. "Oh, g-gomen nasai, Aya-kun. I was just... thinking," he mumbled, running a hand through his short, shaggy sandy hair. Aya walked past him to the hydrenias and inspected their petals. "Don't think too hard. Do you want to go out for supper or eat here?," he asked lightly, taking a pair of scissors out of his apron pocket and snipping stray leaves away. Omi then felt his heart drop to his stomach. Aya wanted to eat with him-


by himself?!!


The little chibi was frantic now, trying to weigh his options. "Here would be nice... I could make something-" Aya cut him off by waving his hand. "You've been making supper for the past three nights, Omi-san. I'll cook something." With that, the ruby-haired male walked off into the kitchen, silently and fluidly. Omi stared after him, gaping. Aya was also making supper for them... he rarely did this. It was usually him or Ken attempting too. Youji + kitchen = bad news. Omi shuddered at the memory of him trying to make an American dinner of steak, mashed potatoes, asparagus, and some rolls, only to have the entire kitchen smoking and everything burned black INCLUDING the asparagus! Checking the orchids to if they were okay, the little one ran upstairs for a quick shower and a change of clothes. He was glad it was the weekend and he only had one class tomorrow. After his shower, he ran out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his tapered hips into his room and slammed the door. He dove into his closet, picking up khaki shorts and a midnight-blue button up shirt that brought out the color more in his large eyes. Putting on a fresh pair of black boxers [Oh la la!], Omi put on his outfit and brushed out his hair, studying himself quizzically in the mirror. He had normal, golden-colored skin and his face was most definitely child-like and babyish. His eyes were too large and innocent and his...


The Omittchi blushed and decided not to go there.


"Omi-san. Dinner's ready," came Aya's voice from downstairs. Omi shivered as he relished the rich baritone of his leader's voice. Taking a deep breath, the youngest member of Weiss made his way downstairs, the smell of Japanese cuisine filling his nostrils. 'Heavenly' was all he could think of. Thumping down the staircase, Omi said loudly, "Oi, that smells REALLY great, Aya-kun!" The kitchen table was laid out and Aya sat at the head, nodding at Omi's approval. "Arigatou. Ready?"


"Hmm!"


"Ittadakimasu!," came from the two boys as they began to eat, bit and pieces of conversation floating around them. Omi was getting uneasy and started fidgeting some, keeping his eyes on his uneaten rice balls. Somehow, the images of those poor, innocent things made him blush crimson. Aya peered at him over his tea glass. "... daijoubu ka, Omi-san?," he asked lightly, though somewhat worried. The boy yelped some and his head came up fast, shaking his head. "Eh-hm! Daijoubu dayo! I'm just a bit tired, that's all... I'm not all there tonight," he mumbled, mentally slapping himself.


'BAKA, BAKA, BAKA, BAKA!!!,' he screamed at himself silently.


Aya placed down his glass and stared at Omi curiously. The bishounen glanced at Aya, both quiet. "You're sure?" Omi nodded, smiling positive. "Hai!" And with that, Omi picked up a rice ball and hastily stuffed a rice ball in his mouth, chewing around it tenderly, savoring the spices Aya sprinkled on them earlier. Tears once more smarted his eyes again tonight as another memory floated into his mind. It was after a mission Manx assigned to Aya, Ken, and Youji to undergo a undercover mission and Omi had to be the distraction. The mission was a tricky one- they had to be Omi's watchful eyes in a heavy popular bar that included everything; drinking, illegal drugs, forbidden sex acts, and also numerous secret deaths occurred there behind the scenes. The young boy decided to be a dancer there to get to the boss, a man named Einjii Mastumoto who held a fist of iron and always got what he wanted. Omi was successful, but was almost raped in the process. Youji came in just in time to wrap his wire around the man's beefy neck and blocked him of oxygen whiled Ken continuously stabbed and slashed at bodyguards of Mastumoto. Aya, however, stepped into the room, took one look at the trembling, tear-streaked face of Omi's on the bed, stared hard at Mastumoto, and unsheathed his katana, bringing down upon his head, screaming, "SHIINE!" Blood splattered everywhere and Youji was blinking stupidly, stunned. Usually, Aya would've said something to the victim before killing them. Apparently, seeing Omi in the state he was in pissed Aya off. Wiping the blood off of his katana, he sheathed it, approached the bed silently, and picked up the small boy, holding him close to his chest, amethyst eyes hard and unreadable.


"Let's go home."


And that was that. Omi was sent to bed by Youji while Ken shouted and yelled himself hoarse to Aya about not taking him to the hospital or at least having Krikter take a look at their young friend. The red-head did nothing off the sort and stated quietly, "He'll be fine. He'll get over it." But that was the problem: Omi never DID get over it. No one was allowed to touch Omi and he buried a piece of himself that night before falling into a tear-filled sleep that no one would see again; actual, pure love for someone.


"Omi-san? ... Omi?," came a voice. Blinking out of his reverie, the sandy-haired boy looked up slowly at Aya and made no noise. "Hai?" Aya placed down his fork, studying him. "Something's wrong with you tonight. You've been acting funny ever since our last mission." Bitterness swept in Omi's heart. Oh, how he wished he could lash out at the beautiful man for hurting him so! He didn't, though. "Sou, I have been, haven't I?," he stated coolly, staring down at his napkin. Aya was still now, staring. "I've been acting weird because I was hurt that night. No one helped me go through what I went through. No consulting, no help, no one to even be sympathetic to me," Omi spat out with venom laced in his words. The red-haired assassin jumped back some, startled at Omi's outburst. The boy lifted his eyes, now shinning with tears in his large, baby eyes and his face slightly pink, bottom lip trembling like a leaf.


"Especially you!!! It was you to tell everyone it was all right and that I didn't NEED any help!," he screamed, flashes of that night racing in his mind now, making his stomach roll uncomfortably at the sickening images. Now the mighty leader of Weiss was upset, however, guilt seeping in the back of his mind. Here was the former son of Tatakori, nearly in tears, pink, and looking absolutely pure as a gift from God. It made his heart ache, but he did not show it on his face nor his narrowed eyes. "Of course I had to tell everyone that because it would've interfered with our concentration and up-coming missions. Not to mention work and such things," Aya stated lowly, keeping eye contact with Omi. How chilling those word were when they hit Omi in the chest. How dare he...?!! Aya didn't know how he felt or anything!!! Anger was flowing hotly in his veins and Omi was extremely pissed. Standing up and knocking over his chair, the boy fled from the room in a flash to his upstairs, feet pounding on the steps. He heard a pair follow him and soon, he was tackled to the wooden floor on the upstairs level, pinned by a furious-looking Aya. They wrestled for a bit, Omi panting heavily, hot tears streaming down his cherub face, mouth now cherry red. Aya leaned down until he was nose to nose on Omi, breathing deeply. "The reason I didn't tell them to worry is because you need to grow up knowing your mistakes and to perfect them in the future. However, that didn't stop me for worrying about you. That was the most horrible night of my life, seeing you there crying like you are now, clothes ripped, and laying spread eagle on that dirty bastard's fuck bed. Do you think that I would've let anything thing happen to you?," Aya finished in a hushed tone, face softening into a sad gaze. The boy beneath him trembled slightly, gazing at Aya with disbelief.


Aya... cared about... him?


What had happened to the cold, frigid ice king that everyone feared? Where did he go to? Omi relaxed some, but kept his guard up. "Why though?," he whispered, the tears now streaming fastly, come clinging to his long eyelashes that glittered in the late evening sunlight. Aya sat up, pushing himself off of the chibi and stood, offering his hand. "Because it was a chance I had. I couldn't save my sister in time for her, so, I saw you two the same. I'll never let something bad happen to you, Omittchi," he mumbled, looking a bit embarrassed, picking Omi up. The boy stared at him in wonder. "You said my nickname. You never had before. Why the change?," he asked gently, not trying to probe in Aya's business. His leader shrugged. "Sometimes change is a good thing, Omi-san." The shadows on his face made him seem ethereal, almost untouchable, the gold mixing with his ruby hair and making his usually pale skin a rich gold color. Omi felt his breath catch in his throat. "Kirei...," he whispered lowly, staring at Aya with longing in his tear-sodden eyes and reached up, touching a eartail, stroking the fine texture of Aya's hair. Omi watched Weiss's leader close his eyes half-way, watching the boy touch him. No one had ever touched Aya before ever since he joined Weiss. Now, Omi's hand traveled hesitantly to Aya's lips like this morning.


The index finger traced the upper lip delicately like the tip of a feather, and slowly, touched its brother, excitement bubbling in Omi's groin and heart. Aya grabbed hold of Omi's wrist and held it kindly, taking the hand to his cheek, both partners and servers of the peace gazing at each other as they never did before. The feel of his smooth skin underneath his slightly calloused palm sent shivers down Omi's spine. Slowly, Bombay walked to Aya and could breathe in his scent- it was sort of musky and light, like a rose mixed with dark spices. Standing on tip-toe, the young boy inclined his head up towards Aya's and briefly touched his lips with his own, slow and almost uncertain. That's when Aya took his free arm and brought Omi closer to him, bodies touching fully, both feeling the heat radiating off of each other. Aya gave Omi a small smile and captured his lips fully, tasting sweet confections and innocence that he knew the boy possessed. Omi groaned some and his mouth opened, allowing access for the red-haired assassin. A wet tounge dancing in the moist cavern of his mouth, entwining with his eagerly, trying to muster as much passion Aya was feeling right now. Omi clutched at Aya's neck, desperately trying to get closer to him, but the clothes were getting in the way...!


"TADAIMA, AYA-KUN, OMITTCHI!!!"


The young assassin yelped and jumped back from Aya, face crimson red and a hand clamped over his mouth, eyes wide with shock. Aya was panting slightly, cheeks flushed lightly and eyes dark with lust, lips parted. Omi simply bowed to his superior and dashed into his bedroom, locking it. The icy killer simply chuckled to himself, straightened his clothes, and walked gracefully downstairs, looking composed as ever. [SNEAKY BASTARD!]
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Youji was lounging on the couch, smoking a cigarette and leafing through a flower catalouge when Aya appeared. "Nee, what took you so long, Aya?," questioned Balinese, lazy green eyes following him. The man glanced at the smoking man and frowned. "There's no smoking in the living room, Kudo." Ken looked up from his new Nike soccer shoes and smirked at the lazy, blonde-haired man. "Serves you right, playboy," he sneered, chocolate eyes sparkling. Youji flipped him off and stretched, looking around. "Where's our Omittchi?," he asked aloud. Aya shrugged, making hmiself a cup of coffee. The remains of their dinner still laid on the table. "He wasn't feeling well, so I went to check-up on him. He has the door locked, though," he said quietly as always, stirring his spoon in the black liquid. Ken's eyebrows furrowed some. "That's not like Omi-chan. He's always in better shape than any of us." Youji coughed. "I beg to differ-"


"I meant health-wise, not body-wise, you stupid ass," growled Ken.


Aya mused to himself while Youji continued to stare at his leader while Ken badgered on and on about how conceited he was and such. Something was going on and it was suspicious. VERY suspicious... and Kudo Youji was going to find out one way or another. He always did.
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Upstairs, Omi paced in his bedroom, fingering his lips and cheeks, still blushing from his ordeal with Abyssian. Why did he do it?!!! He promised himself not to show physical or mental emotion towards someone he loved! But, Aya... oh, he was so beautiful and inticing like a rare wine or rare treasure... Omi sighed and sat on the edge of his bed, biting his fingernails when a knock on his door made him jump. "H-hai?"


"It's Youji. May I come in, Omittchi?"













Ai-ya!!! What do ya'll think so far? More? ^__^ I'm planning on so. Isn't Omi just precious? I wrote this listening to "Piece of Heaven", "Velvet Underworld", and my personal favorite, "Beautiful Alone." It makes me want to cry so badly, but I can't. Dunno why... God, I want to rape those men!!! *clamps hand over mouth, looking around nervously* I hope they didn't hear me... especially Takehito-sama. He's the main one I want. :):):) DON'T TELL HIM, PLEASE?!?!! Review nicely!
- Echan2 ^_~