Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Never Goodbye ❯ Such a Simple Thing as Meeting You ( Chapter 2 )

Such a Simple Thing as Meeting You

 

“Omi, for fuck's sake, will you stop with the dusting?” Yohji slapped his own forehead as he came into the mission/television room. The sight before him was enough to make him tear his hair out. Ever since they got the call that the newest member of Weiss was on his way from the airport, the youngest and first member spent his time running around doing last minute cleaning. “It's clean, damn it!”

 

“Please don't swear, Yohji-kun.” The spritely teen frowned as he sprayed furniture polish on the nearest coffee table. “And no, it is not clean. Not after you came in and tossed your magazines on the floor.”

 

“Yeah, Yohji, stop swearing around the impressionable youth.” Ken bounded in from his yard work, apple in hand from the bowl in the kitchen. A smile crossed his face; there was nothing funnier than the blonde playboy being scolded by the blonde high schooler.

 

“And you DIDN'T USE A COASTER AFTER I TOLD YOU…” Yohji paled, backing away from the irate archer who was gripping the aerosol can tightly as he advanced on him.

 

“Easy now, chibi.” Yohji had never seen the kid like this, although he got pretty crazy once when he messed up the kitchen.

 

“Omi, everything's fine, the place is sparkling. Kudo, go count the ice in the cube trays, or something.” This was the best riot control Ken could think of at the moment. Before Yohji could respond, there was a knock at the front door.

 

“You guys go and welcome him. I'm going to get cleaned up.” The two men watched as Omi left, pulling one yellow rubber glove off with his teeth.

 

When the dust-free, slightly lemon scented boy came back to the mission room he had to stifle his laughter. Yohji and Ken were sitting on the small loveseat while the other man sat across from them in a chair with his back to Omi. All was silence. The two assassins were at loss for words and looked uncomfortable, as their unwilling conversation partner did nothing to ease the void in talking. When there was a creak from the doorway, Ken jumped up and walked over to grab him.

 

“Hey Omi! Come meet your new partner.” Ken was way too cheerful sounding to trust. “Tsukiyono Omi, this is Fujimiya Aya - Abyssinian.”

 

Omi had to keep from dropping his mouth to the floor. Aya was imposing. Bombay bowed in greeting and only received a slight nod and a grunt. There was power all around him, the boy could feel it.

 

“It's a pleasure to meet you.” His voice squeaked but he couldn't help it. Omi was just glad they were on the same side. Another grunt and the man brushed passed him, making his way to the staircase spied earlier.

 

Clear, violet eyes set upon the youngest host, “Is my room ready?”

 

A simple question, spoken by a deep, rumbling voice, and that was it for Omi.

 

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Four weeks and he was finally trusted enough to go out onto the field to do his job. He had always been a very quick learner, easily taking in whatever skill was desired, and so it was not a surprise that he finished early with his training. Being dead wasn't as strange as one would think. Although missing loved ones like crazy could have been done without, but one couldn't have everything, could they?

 

Watching mortals walk by, Omi couldn't help but think of beat cops. He had been demoted slightly from his last job. A smile graced pale lips; his beat wasn't so bad. Kyoto was a lovely place. Historical, spiritual, beautiful, it was a city to treasure. Checking his watch again the hands were found to read fifteen past twelve. His partner was late.

 

Nothing much was known about the man he would be working cases with, except he was the best. Once again, Omi himself became known for being smart, dependable, and exceptional at what he did. Death couldn't even stop his geeky reputation. At least he knew he wouldn't be something to slow his partner down. He had just gave in and ordered another drink when a tall form blocked the sun from his view.

 

“Tsukiyono-san?”

 

Omi lifted his gaze, hand shielding the light, and knew immediately this was the one he was waiting for. “That's me.” Omi stood, bowing deeply before taking the slender hand in his. “Tsukiyono Omi.”

 

“Tsuzuki Asato.” A set of perfect teeth flashed into a smile and the older guardian plopped down in a seat opposite him at the outdoor café. “Sorry I'm late, you weren't waiting long were you?” Asato didn't want to have to explain the reason - the opening of the new bakery downtown proved too tempting for him.

 

“No, not that long.” Really he didn't mind the thirty minutes.

 

“Good. Do you think I could order something before we leave?”

 

“Of course.”

 

Wow, he is much more complying than `Soka. Asato thought and couldn't help his heart swell with the name.

 

While Asato ate his slice of apple pie a la mote, Omi took the time to look him over. Tsuzuki-san was a very impressive sight. Although he wasn't sure about the crooked tie. He bit back his smile, not sure if it was appropriate yet. Growing out of his shorts stage, Omi now dressed a lot of the time in jeans and t-shirts. Opting today for a nice blue button-up he still felt underdressed beside his suit-clad partner. His matching trench coat fell around him with an air of drama that sent tingles and tinges of pain throughout the boy's body. Messy brown hair blew in the pleasant breeze and shiny sunglasses reflected his own image back, not letting him get a feel of what the other man was thinking.

 

“Mmm, that really hit the spot!” Asato wiped his mouth and than leaned back in the chipped metal chair beneath him. Finally taking in his new partner, he was surprised to see yet another kid was paired with him. “Forgive me if this sounds forward, but you're awfully young. Exactly how old are you?” Omi blushed and Asato couldn't help but think how adorable he was.

 

“I am eighteen, Tsuzuki-san.” Dark brown eyebrows rose from behind his sunglasses and Omi continued quickly. “But I understand what it is my job calls for, I will not let you down.” His golden head lowered into a bow.

 

Asato, always one to feel uncomfortable with such behavior directed toward him, stood and put some money on the table. “I have no doubt, Tsukiyono-san.” He smiled as Omi rose too, sliding his glasses off. “Now that we've had something to get us through a few hours, the boss will want to brief us on our next case.”

 

“All right then, let's—” Omi flinched, knocking his almost empty glass over. His legs giving out underneath his slight frame, and if it weren't for strong arms suddenly taking hold of him, he would have fallen onto the hot, hard concrete in a boneless heap.

 

“Tsukiyono-san, are you okay?” Asato's voice was quiet with concern.

 

“I'm fine, thank you.” There was a tremble in the boy's voice, but his strength was back. Pushing away from the older man, Omi turned toward an empty alley. “Let's not keep Konoe-san waiting.”

 

“Okay.” Asato made sure to keep his distance as they walked away from civilians to teleport to Meifu, pain heavy in his heart.

 

Everything he had hoped for their first meeting went up in flames. When he came to his new partner's side, the rookie couldn't move quickly enough out of his arms. Omi wasn't looking at him anymore. Tsuzuki Asato swallowed the painful lump in his throat, trying to tell himself he was overreacting.

 

As soon as his glasses were removed, Omi had winced upon seeing his violet eyes.