Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Hope everyone had a good Christmas, and or other holiday you celebrate! Hope you all got presents you wanted and filled up on good food! Alas...I am still stuck at 29 reviews. Its killing me you guys! One away from 30! C\'mon! Please? Has it gotten that bad? Review and let me know!
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How he made it back to his room or into his bed was a mystery to him, but he awoke there the next morning wrapped around a pillow, clinging to it in much the same way he had seen Omi clutching Ken. Disgusted with himself, he flung it away. He still felt rather drained, but as it was his turn to open the shop, he dutifully stood unsteadily, and grabbing a towel, headed for the shower, refusing to think on the events of the previous night.


Yohji heard the redhead’s alarm go off and the shower turn on, namely because sleep was something that had eluded him for most of the night. His huge bed was cold with only him under the covers, and the memory of the climax he had achieved in the shower the night before, thinking of Aya’s dancing and the lust written in every facet of the crimson-haired man’s face, body, and eyes, haunted him. Periodically he had fallen asleep and woken up to find himself holding a pillow to his chest, and had wished fervently for it to be Aya.

‘This isn’t healthy,’ he sighed dramatically. He was rapidly becoming obsessed with his teammate. The pain he had seen in Aya’s eyes as the music became violent had disturbed his halting dreams, as well as troubling his waking moments. He wanted to make sure he never saw that pain polluting Aya’s amethyst eyes again. It hurt him to see the one he loved in so much pain. Love. Yohji sighed again. That was a conclusion he had finally decided on last night as well, during his sleepless meanderings through his own consciousness. He loved Aya deeply, maybe even more than he’d loved Asuka. Or maybe he’d only thought he loved Asuka, because that paled in comparison to what he felt for the porcelain swordsman. He was awoken from his pondering by the shower noise turning off, and groaning, he decided to get up. The prospect of seeing Aya made him happy, if nervous, and the look of astonishment he ought to receive from the stoic redhead outweighed the prospect of lying in bed unable to sleep for another few hours.


Aya was nowhere to be seen when he exited his room, dressed in a green tee and jeans. Finger-combing his hair, he concluded the younger assassin had gone upstairs to change. Entering the kitchen, he was surprised to find Omi there, eating a bowl of cereal and flipping through TV channels, looking for Saturday morning cartoons.

“What are you doing up, Omittchi? Its barely eight o’clock on a Saturday.” He passed the table, going over to the counter to brew coffee. Without thinking, he filled up the teakettle with water and set it on the stove to boil. Aya always drank tea in the morning, preferring it to coffee.

“Couldn’t sleep anymore.” The younger blonde muttered. “Ken and I passed out at around ten last night.” He shifted in his chair, a little noise of discomfort mewing in his throat. Yohji looked over at him sympathetically. Catching the green eyes watching him, Omi gave him something akin to a smirk. “Oh believe me, Yohji-kun. It was worth it.” His gaze turned somewhat dreamy. “Ken’s incredible.”

Yohji raised an eyebrow. “Just ‘Ken’ now?” Omi started from his daydreaming, blushed slightly, and nodded shyly. Yohji grinned and sat down across from the youngest assassin, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “Congratulations then, Chibi. I have to admit, you two looked absolutely perfect together last night.” Omi’s frown at the nickname switched to a tender smile.

“Hai…Oh Yohji-kun!! Aya-kun DID leave with you last night! Did you two have fun?” The taller blonde looked at the TV screen where a rather stupid imported American cartoon was playing.

“Aa.” He responded, rather noncommittally. Omi peered at him.

“Yohji-kun…Ken and I know…how you feel about him. You really care for him.” Out of some impulse that the older man couldn’t track, he stopped and corrected the younger blonde.

“I love him, Omi.” It was said in all seriousness, and blue eyes widened in surprise. “I couldn’t sleep last night because I realized it. I don’t know what to do.” Omi looked slyly at him.

“Did you realize this before or after you cried his name in the shower?” Yohji started, staring at the grinning boy. Omi gave him a very insincerely sympathetic look and patted his arm. “You didn’t think you were being quiet, did you?” Yohji looked frightened.

“Omi…you don’t think Aya heard, do you?” The younger assassin shook his head. “Iie, Yohji-kun. It wasn’t that loud. Besides, Aya-kun—“he abruptly shut his mouth as the object of their conversation entered the kitchen. “Konnichi-wa, Aya-kun!” The redhead sent a rather chilly look at the two seated at the table.

“Hn.” Aya went about making himself breakfast. He had decided that the best method for keeping his mind off of Yohji and everything that happened yesterday and last night, was to acknowledge Yohji as little as possible today. Yesterday had been strange, a fluke in the cosmos, during which Aya had let himself believe that he actually had feelings for the lazy blonde and that said blonde might have feelings for him. Not today. Today Aya was back. The teakettle went off, thoughtfully set there by someone, Aya’s money was on Omi. Yohji looked rather bleary-eyed. Why was Yohji up anyway? He didn’t even have to open today.

“Why are you up, Yohji?” He asked blankly. “Its not noon yet.” He immediately narrowed his eyes, upset at himself for already breaking away from his plan to ignore the playboy. He took the kettle from the stove and poured a cup, reaching into a cabinet for a green teabag.

Yohji frowned. Aya was mad for some reason. Well, maybe not mad, but he was acting as if the day had already annoyed him. His words were clipped, his eyes narrowed. “I couldn’t sleep.” The green-eyed assassin returned carefully. Maybe Omi was wrong, and Aya had heard him in the shower last night. That idea turned Yohji’s blood to ice. He expected a biting remark about how he’d sleep better if he spent less time in the shower, or something, but that wasn’t the response he got.

“Hn.” Aya sliced open a grapefruit, an American breakfast Manx had told him about, and he had become rather partial to. Crossing to the table with it and his tea, he sat, picking up the newspaper from where Omi had dropped it on the table. He spread it open and began to read.

Omi and Yohji looked at him curiously, then at each other. Omi shrugged and went back to his sugary cereal, looking for good cartoons on the TV. Sighing in defeat, Yohji grabbed a watering can and headed into the back room. As soon as he was gone, Omi turned and looked at Aya.

‘Round two.’ He peered at the top of the scarlet head as Aya bent over the paper. Being a trained assassin, it didn’t take the pale man long to realize he was being watched. He looked up at Omi, one brow raised. The blonde took in a deep breath. “What’s wrong, Aya-kun?” The slender swordsman looked at him blankly. Omi frowned in concern. “Your eyes last night…looked so sad.”

Last night. Last night was on the forbidden topics of discussion list. “You must have been dreaming, Omi, or imagining things. I’m fine.” He went back to reading his paper, but the youngest assassin spoke up again.

“No, Aya-kun. I saw. You were looking at Yohji, and your eyes were sad. Did something happen last night, Aya-kun? Did you tell him how you felt, how you want him to love you, and he rejected you?” The blue eyes took on a fierce light. “If he dared…I’ll kill him.”

Aya sighed. “No Omi. Nothing happened last night. And I’d prefer if you forgot what I told you yesterday. I wasn’t thinking clearly at the time, and you bringing it up will only cause trouble.” He looked straight into Omi’s eyes then, Amethyst ones glittering and hard. “There is nothing between Yohji and I, Omi.” He felt a dull pain at the admission, and squelched it. “As…happy…as I am that you and Ken have found each other, do not get the idea that Yohji and I can be..paired up just as easily. There is no love lost between Balinese and I.” His façade shook with a surprisingly deep pain, and he blinked to hide what he knew would flash in his eyes. His thrice-damned eyes gave away more than…Omi was looking at him smugly.

“No love lost, ne Aya-kun?” Omi smirked. The redhead had successfully “pulled an Aya” and gotten out of his first attempt. The second would not be so forgiving. “What about lust then? Is that why you got off last night, listening to him thinking of you while he was in the sh—“ Omi’s eyes grew wide as he abruptly found himself pinned to the wall by a hand at his throat. Aya had moved fast, the kind of fast he only usually used on missions, and his eyes were cold and hard. “Aya—“he croaked out as the hand tightened.

“You hear too much for one supposedly asleep, Omi.” The older assassin growled. “I’d suggest you keep your mouth shut about what you heard this time, as its none of your business. Don’t get any ideas from it.” He was embarrassed and alarmed at having been caught. Otherwise he never would have raised a hand to harm Omi. The younger boy had uncovered the one crack in Aya’s self-assurances that all of yesterday had been a fluke. Aya couldn’t stand to have that weakness known. His eyes glittered. “Give me your word.” Omi’s mouth opened to speak when the older blonde was back in the room.

“OMI! Aya, let him go!” Yohji flew to the boy’s aid, ripping Aya’s hand from his throat and whirling to throw a hard punch at the violet-eyed man’s jaw. It hit its target and Aya stumbled backwards as Omi yelled out for the two to stop. Aya looked at him incredulously, hurt, and even betrayal, flashing in his eyes. Even as Yohji’s brain registered the emotion, his eyes widening, his lips formed the words he now didn’t want to say.

“I always knew you were a cold bastard, Aya, but what the hell possessed you to attack a team member, especially Omi? What did he do, ask for the comics?” Aya jerked back as if he had been hit again. Turning on his heel, he swept from the room, ascending the stairs in a rage, and disappeared into his room, the door slamming shut with finality behind him. Yohji watched him, glaring, then turned to Omi to make sure the boy was alright. To his utmost surprise, the younger blonde was staring at him sadly.

“Yohji-kun…what have you done?”

TBC......

Let\'s go for 30! Woohoo!!

~tareacel