Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Hey everyone!! Thanks for reviewing again! You all make me feel so good when I think this story is crap, I love you all!! Just to let you know, updating may start happening a little slower soon, because I am reaching the end of what I had already written. But deal with me, dear readers, even though the situation has become dire...I promise I shall die before I let this story do so. :) That being said....enjoy this chapter!!
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“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?”




The shop was finally opened, and business for the day began with Omi running the register, Ken making deliveries on his motorcycle, and Aya and Yohji working on arrangements. Ken had groused about being separated from his lover for any amount of time, but Omi had kissed him fiercely and bluntly told him that he was no good at doing arrangements and making change. Yohji had watched, affectionately smug, as Omi had proceeded to kiss his put-out lover senseless against the wall of the shop. Ken pulled away, gasping for air, and grabbed for his bike keys and the list of arrangements that needed to be delivered. After the brunette left, Yohji snorted.

“Well, Chibi, that was nicely executed. Who would have guessed you’d turn out so manipulative?” Grinning evilly, Omi had replied he learned from the best, looking pointedly at Yohji. Then their first customer arrived, and the younger blonde was busy.

The atmosphere was tension-filled again, so that even Omi once in awhile would cough or drop something just in order to break up the silence. There seemed to be invisible walls around the Weiss leader, preventing speech or any other form of interaction. He had returned from upstairs shortly after the shop opened, and hadn’t said a word since. His gaze burned on Yohji’s back when the blonde was turned away, and Yohji struggled to ignore it. Aya wanted a fight, he knew that, but he didn’t want to fight the slender man. As much as seeing Aya’s hand around Omi’s throat had evoked the pissed-off older brother in him, he still loved Aya. Only after the incident was over had Yohji remembered the betrayal in the violet eyes. Every once in awhile he would glance over at Aya, apology evident on his face, there for the recognizing if Aya would only look at him, which the redhead never did.


As the days wore on, the negatively charged air in the shop began to affect all of them. Ken and Omi fled to the brunette’s room at every chance to gain a brief respite from the volatile storm brewing in the Koneko.


“Ken, its all my fault.” The golden-haired boy was curled in the dark-eyed boy’s arms. “I pushed Aya too far. Said something I shouldn’t have, and he only retaliated the way I should have known he would…then Yohji saw and hit him.” Ken sighed.

“I’m still amazed Aya didn’t shi-ne him.” Omi frowned, snuggling deeper into the warm arms.

“No. Aya didn’t even try to hit him back. He just looked at him like Yohji had been the one that put his sister in that coma. Like Yohji had betrayed him.” The younger boy sighed again. “If I hadn’t pushed Aya…if I hadn’t told him that I heard him…” Ken placed a finger over Omi’s lips. The younger boy had already related this part of the story to him the day it happened, along with telling him how Aya had pinned him. Ken had been hell-bent on strapping on his claws and giving Aya some new scars to cover the old, but Omi had held him back, begged him not to start anything.

“Omi, there’s nothing to be gained from worrying over it now. If they truly deserve each other, and if they love each other as you say Yohji does, and Aya wants to…then they’ll get over this.” The bell signifying a customer rang out in the shop as the door opened. Omi made to get up but found himself caught fast. Ken grinned at him and kissed him deeply, sweet and penetrating. The kiss warmed Omi’s soul and he pressed himself closer to his lover. Ken pulled away and turned the blonde, slapping him fondly on the ass. “Get back out there. I’ll fix sandwiches for everyone, ok?” Omi nodded and scooted out to the shop. Ken licked his lips, tasting Omi on them, and sighed happily as he headed toward the kitchen.


Upon reaching the shop, Omi immediately wanted to turn back around and run. The friction was palpable. Aya and Yohji were working as far away from each other as they could get. The taller man’s eyebrows were knitted, and his face held a rare expression; a scowl. Aya’s back and shoulders were rigid again, and Omi sighed as he went to help their customer. It was only one o’clock. Maybe a week off wasn’t a good idea after all.


When the woman had bought her fill and left, Ken entered with a plate of sandwiches. Omi switched the sign to “Out for Lunch” and gave his lover a tender kiss on the cheek. Omi and Ken were about to hop on the counter and eat, when Aya came through the shop, trench and keys in hand.

“Aya-kun…don’t you want to eat?” Omi queried nervously.

“Iie, Omi. My shift is done, I’m going to visit Aya-chan.” The redhead was gone. Not two seconds later, Yohji came through and out the door without saying a word.

“Oi Yohji-kun! Your shift is ne—“ Omi stopped as the door slammed. “Shimatta! Now I have to work a double!” Ken cleared his throat and Omi looked up at him. “Nani?” The brunette smirked and stripped off his T-shirt, leaning casually against the wall.

“They’ve both gone, koi. Nobody will know if we open the shop late…if we even reopen at all today.” Omi’s eyes widened at the pet name, then again as the meaning behind his lover’s actions and words came through. A brilliant, slightly evil smile lit up his normally angelic face.



They didn’t even make it to Ken’s room. Omi had deftly finished stripping his boyfriend while Ken had almost savagely torn the clothes off the younger boy’s body. Omi currently found himself pinned to the wall of the hallway with his dark lover leaving a trail of love bites down his neck and across his collarbone. As the brunette began to kiss and nibble his way down Omi’s chest, the golden-haired boy stopped him.

“Ken, wait!” The chocolate-eyed boy stopped. Omi leaned in and up to kiss him gently, before sensually sliding down his body until he rested on his knees. Ken’s eyes were slitted and cloudy as he looked down at his beloved. Omi was staring at the raging erection before him. He was confident in his own ability, sure, and he’d had others tell him he was good, but Ken was thicker than any boy he’d ever sucked off before. Tentatively, his tongue flicked out and over the angry head of his lover’s arousal.

A gasp from above him made him smile, and he repeated the action, his tongue moving to caress down the underside of Ken’s hot flesh, and then back up. Ken shifted above him, planting his forearms on the wall to save his wrists. Omi fastened his lips over the tip of the older boy’s erection and, saying a silent prayer, began to slowly slide his mouth down the length.

Spots danced before Ken’s eyes as a moan dropped from his lips. “Omi…” The blonde was working slowly and carefully, but more and more of his shaft was disappearing into the warm mouth. Ken clenched his jaw against the urge to just thrust, waiting for Omi to set the pace. The younger boy’s lips were less than three inches from the base of his shaft when he felt himself hit the back of Omi’s throat. He idly wondered if Omi could deep throat, but then all conscious thought was ripped from him as Omi’s tongue, previously calm, began to writhe against the underside of his erection. Slender fingers wrapped around what Omi couldn’t fit in his mouth, squeezing and massaging as Omi began to draw back again. As more and more hot skin became uncovered, his hand began to move up and down, pumping until all that was left in his mouth was the tip.

“Omi…please…” The blonde sucked at it lightly, tongue dancing, then dropped his head fast back onto Ken’s length. The brunette threw back his head and howled, hips pushing lightly forward. Omi’s head was bobbing furiously now, his hand rapidly stroking what would not fit into his talented mouth. His cheeks dented in as he sucked, his tongue lathing against all in its reach. Ken felt warmth and pleasure pool in his belly, the warmth increasing the closer he got. But Omi’s mouth, no matter how wet and warm, was not where he wanted to finish. “Stop! Omiiii…..”



Yohji was having a remarkably easy time tailing Aya. After arriving at the hospital at practically the same time by different routes, Yohji had hidden, watching the redhead enter the tall building. Using all the stealth and intelligence being a private eye, then an assassin, had given him, he followed Aya directly to his sister’s room. Many a nurse had greeted the younger assassin warmly as he passed by, not staying to chat. When Aya entered the sterile white room, shutting the door, Yohji waited for a few minutes before carefully cracking the door slightly open. He sat outside with a magazine as if he was simply waiting for Aya to be finished with his business, but in reality he was eavesdropping on the conversation through the crack in the door.


“Hello, Aya-chan. It’s me, Ran.” Ran. The name all of Weiss knew was the slender redhead’s real one, but that he apparently only used when talking to his comatose sister. Ran, the boy he had been before Takatori had set out to make his life hell, Yohji reflected. The blonde wondered if Aya would ever let anyone else call him Ran.


Aya had taken a seat by the bed, as usual. He held his sister’s limp hand in his and simply talked. That’s what he really came here for, after all. His sister was the only one he could confide in, let down the icy walls of “Aya” and be “Ran” for, because she was asleep and couldn’t endanger him with the knowledge he gave her.

“Aya,” he said softly, “I know I said I’d have better news the next time I came to talk to you, but I don’t. Things are…weird…at the Koneko right now. I know I told you about…him…Yohji..” he breathed the name, “and the feelings I thought I had for him. Well, a few days ago, he tried to kiss me in the shop. The oddest thing was….I wanted him to. I wanted him to kiss me, nee-san, and of course that made me stop and think. I realized that…that he means a lot to me, Aya. More than I..the person I’ve become, that is…cares to admit. Aya-nee-san, I think…I’m not sure if I can love him…but I want him to love me.”

Ran paused in his essentially internal monologue, stroking his sister’s hand. “I want him to love me…and I want him to teach me how to love him back, because I want to learn. I don’t want my feelings to lie half-dead in a coma, as you are now. I don’t want you to be the last person to love me…and for you to have been the last person I loved…if you don’t make it through this and wake up.” He blinked back tears. “You will wake up, Aya. I know you will.” Ran fell silent again for a bit, watching his pale fingers softly caress the even paler skin of Aya’s hand.
“He hit me, nee-san. One of our…friends…said something about me he shouldn’t have known, and I got angry. You know how I used to be when I got angry? Well I’m ten times worse now, because I know my friends can handle it and not be scared. Well, I scared Yohji. He was worried I’d hurt the other person, and so he hit me. Hard. You can’t hit someone you love, right? So obviously, I don’t mean as much to him as I was beginning to hope I did. He took me out one night…he was really nice, and not an idiot for once.” Ran couldn’t help but snort at his last comment. “He wasn’t the idiot I was expecting him to be, and I found my shell, the person that has your name, cracking, and more of my old self showing through. I learned that he’s not straight and unattainable, like I thought he was. He sleeps with men, too. So I hoped I had a chance.” Ran sighed, folding limp fingers tight through his own. “But then he hit me, and now….now I hate him. I hate him for building up my hopes like that. I hate him for making me think maybe someone could see me, Ran, through the bastard that carries your name, nee-san. And I hate him for making me want to love him. I still want to love him…….” He trailed off, dropping his head to the side of the bed.

TBC.......

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