Catch of the Day

“Omitchi? Are you alright, koi?”

He turned his head back towards Aya’s, “Hai, I’m fine… I’m sorry…” He tried to dodga’s a’s eyes for a moment, “I just… feel a little strange today, I’m so sorry.”

Aya slid his arms around Omi’s waist, “That doesn’t matter to me,” He kissed Omi’s neck tenderly, “I still love you.”

Omi turned to face Aya and rubbed the tip of his nose on Aya’s. “I love you so much.”

“Oh really, how much?” Aya joked.

The blond let out a small broody face, “About equal to Tsu.”

Aya’s eyes shrank, “You don’t love me more than your computer?” He carefully pulled Omom tom the seat in a play-wrestle to land him on the floor, pinning him, “Your computer isn’t nearly as interactive as me.”

“But she IS more user-friendly…”

Red bangs covered violet eyes, “I think Tsu needs a magnet to personalize her, then.”

Omi bit Aya’s shoulder, “Don’t you dare!” Aya winked.

“Ah ha! Got you!” He proceeded to rake his fingers down Omi’s sides causing him to tense up and laugh violently. “And now I’m not letting you go.”

Five minutes of tickling and Aya paused to let Omi catch his breath, pulling his hands to Omi’s face to keep him still as he pushed softly into Omi, connecting their lips in a long kiss, slipping his tongue inside Omi’s mouth for half a minute. Nimble fingers raked through red hair, clawing at the scalp, letting out soft murring sound into the kiss. Again, after a long minute they parted for air. Taking the opportunity, Omi slid to a seated position.

“Are you still in the mood?”

Aya glanced up and down Omi, “I can get in the mood easily enough, more importantly, are you?”

Omi blushed slightly, “Yeah…” He had to fight himself from giggling, the whole concept made his stomach fluttery. He leaned close to Aya to hold him in his arms, “Your bedroom or mine?”

Kissing Omi’s eyelids he whispered, “I thought those terms were interchangeable.” He breathed softly into Omi’s ear, “Mine, it needs your scent again.”


Stretching back, Omi sat on Aya’s bed, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Meanwhile, the redhead burrowed through his dresser drawers.

“Where the hell did it go?” Aya muttered to himself as he scowered to find his lubricant.

“Did you leave it in the bathroom…?”

“Iie, I brought the Vaseline in there, you know how hard that stuff is to come off, I’m trying to find the KY brand.”

“Why don’t I just run to the store then? I mean, they’d have it…”

“No way are you going to the store to pick that up, you know what they’d think.”

“So? They’re right aren’t they?”

“But I don’t want anyone beside me thinking about you having sex, you throwing your hair back… God damn it!”

“What, Ayan?”

“…”

“Aya-kun?”

“I’m aroused is all.” He rubbed his eye with his right hand. “Come on, we’ll pick up something for dinner while we’re there-- *I’ll* ring out.”

Omi nodded, “Alright.” Smiling lightly he stood behind Aya and wrapped his smaller arms around Aya’s lithe waist, leaning his cheek onto Aya’s shoulder. He bit lightly into his koi’s shoulder. “Daisuki desu.”

Aya maneuvered his arm behind his back to lace around Omi and keep him close. “Hai, hai, watashi mo.”

He turned around to face Omi and planted another kiss. “So what do you want for dinner?” Winking he gave Omi a dirty, measuring glance, “Because I am going to leave you so damn tired you won’t have enough energy to even think about chewing let alone cooking.”

That caused Omi to giggle with anticipation, “Oh well if you’re taking orders… how about udon, unadon, itako, tako, anou… black-dragon, rainbow and green dragon rolls?” He kissed Aya’s chin, “You know ramen is good enough…”

“No, no you want a large sushi meal, we’ll do that. We’ll just have to stop at the fishery…”

“But Ayan…”

“No buts, except yours moving to get in my car…” He let go of Omi with a tap on his shoulder, “now.” Omi gave Aya a dirty look.

“You know, I can think of a few things that don’t require lube, that we could… oh… say do, before we go?”

“Iie, you know how I feel aboot fot finishing what you start.”

Omi pouted, “I’m sorry about earlier… just let me make it up…”

“There’s NOTHING to make up, except me to you. Now you mention that one more time and I’ll pick up a roll of duct tape while we’re out too!”

Omi gulped at the threat, “You wouldn’t dare…”

Aya gave Omi a stern look, though in actuality it was strictly a false one there just to make Omi squirm. “I wouldn’t dare what? Is that a challenge? Hn?”

“Iie… no, gomen Aya-kun.”

“Get in the car, ima!”


Omi leaned into Aya’s shoulder, his arms loosely holding Aya’s arm as he shifted the Porsche to raise its speed. Omi squeezed tighter as Aya made a sharp right turn. Debating the deliberateness of that hard of a turn Omi sent a mildly annoyed, but more thankful, pout.

“Mou! You did that on pur~pose!”

Aya winked, “You found me out so easily?” He smirked, “then I guess I have to be a little more creative in ways to seduce you closer to me, now won’t I?” He halted his car at the red light to give Omi’s knee a squeeze. Omi gave a quick, guilty look-around before planting a deep kiss over Aya’s lips. He slid his tongue around the entry to Aya’s closed mouth and pulled back with the change of the light.

Aya glowered, “Now who’s the dick-tease, huh?” Omi cocked his head and smiled victoriously.

“Well we’ll just have to hurry in the store, now won’t we?” Omi smiled maliciously, okay, so helplessly cute and genki. Aya, in an act of vengeance, massaged Omi’s high thigh.

“If *I’m* going down, I’m taking you with me.” Aya threatened.

“You BETTER be!” Omi snipped until realizing the reference then blushed uncontrollably causing Aya to smile lightly.

“Okay, I’m going into the store, I’ll be back in a few minutes. Wait here.” He gave Omi a stern look, “Or you won’t get dessert.”

“Dessert?” Omi blinked.

“A dessert with whipped cream… chocolate syrup… and cherries and sprinkles.”

“Now I don’t know if you mean a sundae or a food-fetish!”

“The difference being?”

Omi smiled, “How many dishes we have to clean.”


Aya leaned into the wall next to the sushi chef.

“Important day today?”

Aya nodded.

“Impressing a lover?”

Aya smirked and nodded.

“Going to ask him inside?”

Aya glared. The chef realized he overstepped his boundaries and apologized, “Gomen ne, Fujiyama-san. Onegai, forgive me.”

Aya looked back towards the car, “Am I that transparent?”

“Iie, Fujiyama-san, but your shopping bag is.”

Aya glared, “What are you doing looking through my bag!”

He smirked, “Your order is finished, that will be ¥4400.”

Aya glared handing him ¥5000, “Keep the change.” He left huffily with his bags.

Upon reaching the car he noticed the empty seat with a groan. “I *told* him to just stay there… now where did he go?” Aya looked around the street, maybe a computer store caught his eye, it wouldn’t be the first time. If not there, maybe a sporting goods store with the promises of archery supplies did it.

Glancing up and down the street nothing caught his eye that might have caused Omi to move, ‘Maybe someone he knew…?’

The same instance the thought hit him several loud screams filled the air as well as squealing tires, one of those screams coming from someone that sounded remarkably like Omi. His eyes shrank into the whites as he raced around the corner to see a crowd growing around two familiar looking girls. The girls were sitting on the ground screaming frantically.

Finally working his way through he caught eyes with Omi’s classmate Miku. “…Omi… where is he!?”

Just the mentioning of his name sent her into more tears, her friend through a rack of sobs explained. “Someone… took him… said they knew him… and would finish what the started ten years ago, that they… finally found him…”

Miku regained herself enough to add, “He tried to fight back, telling us to run for help, one of them pulled out a knife, that’s when we screamed… they stabbed him and pushed him into the car… and sped off!”

“Quickly, what was the license plate number?!”

“I… I don’t remember… it was a green four-door… maybe a Kia… I don’t know…”

Aya’s eyes flashed back to the TV in Yoji’s room, the interview with the serial kidnappers, outside his house was a green four-door. ‘Maybe… they were the ones… who kidnapped him, ten years ago?’ His eyes grew fierce as he raced for his Porsche. ‘Where were they being interviewed? Have to contact Manx…’


More blood spilled out of his side, soaking into his olive green t-shirt, some reaching his black board shorts sending the quickly cooling liquid down his thighs in trickles.

Omi tried to force his eyes from closing, squinting as his face snarled up in pain, vision blurring. “Whe… where are you… taking… me?”

“I thought I told it to shut UP!” The front passenger turned back with a glass bottle, some liquid from his drink still lingering inside, and struck Omi’s neck. Omi fell onto his injured side.

He let out a garbled scream as his hand unwillingly dug into his wound. The passenger beside Omi smiled happily.

“It didn’t seem to take your warning to heart, I say we punish it for being so ill-mannered.” He wrapped his long, muscular fingers around Omi’s pharynx, his palm digging into the larynx as he squeezed.

As Omi tried to wheeze in breaths he couldn’t hiss out a sound as he saw a flash of white in the rearviewror.ror.

‘Onegai… onegai… be Ran-kun, kami-sama onegai!’

The edges of his already blurred vision began to fade to black until all that was left to see from were two pinpricks, his pupils mimicking in size. As his eyes started to glaze over he continued to beg in his thoughts, ‘Kami-sama… onegai… onegai… Aya… save me…’

“Stop that! We can’t let it die so soon, we have to savor our vengeance.” The driver finally spoke up, “now secure it before it tries to escape again.”


‘Is that the car? It looks like the same place… if they’ve hurt him… no, just taking him was enough, I’ll kill them for this!’ Aya thought angrily, his eyes slanting into a furious glare. Gazing upward he tried to place just where Omi could be in the massive apartment complex.

His eyes fixed on the fourteenth floor, a sharp energy hitting him. ‘He has to be there… now to get in…’

Aya grabbed his cell phone from the glove box and dialed the trailer.

It only rang twice before it was answered, “Hidaka.”

Ken got a chill, “How did you know…? Oh right, Yoji’s too damn lazy TO GET THE PHONE!” Ken more yelled at Yoji then explained Aya’s guess.

“Hidaka shut up! I need you and Yoji to make three large arrangements and meet me at the Sora anou Jimen Puraza, Omi’s there waiting. Don’t ask questions, call Manx for details.”

He hung up the phone hoping Ken would get the hint.

Aya leaned his head into his arms leaning onto the car, “K’so! Chikusou! If anything happens to him…” Aya swiped away a tear threatening to form in his eyes. ‘All I *can* do is wait though… Omitchi, hold on.’


Drip.

Drip.

‘…’ Empty blue eyes fixed onto the noisy faucet.

Drip, drip.

Drip.

‘Why am I so thirsty? Is it because of that sound?’

Drip.

‘…Or maybe that metallic-y smell of the water?’

Drip.

‘Why can’t I talk? Why is everything else so dark? Everything is so heavy…’

Drip.

‘Is that the only sound left? Or am I deafened too?’

Drip.

Drip.

‘So thiiiiiiirrrrrrrrssssssssssttttteeeeeee!’

Omi attempted to sit up only to be struck back down on his back with a pulsating ache in his side. His hands attempted to reach for it, to comfort it but found them immobile for some unknown reason.

He tried to force out a sound, to ask for water, where he was, why everything was so heavy… the only sound emitted was a muffled, mangled, “…kai….butsu… oni…yuugai…!”

“That insolent little bastard!” A man dressed in all black kicked Omi’s side causing him to tense up. “How dare you address us and in such a manner! You should be THANKFUL we didn’t kill you ten years ago, or in the car, we hold YOUR life in OUR hands!”

A slender, slightly more effeminate man smirked, “Our blood thirsty, vengeful hands might I add. But now that it’s awake, why delay ourselves from finishing what we started?”

“Ge… mina sei…”

“Oh, so you think we’re scum? You’re the one discarded by his own PARENTS! You useless piece of shit.”

The effeminate man kicked Omi squarely in the ribs leaving him gagging in attempts to recapture his lost breath. “And then your very friends betrayed you, led you straight to us, really, how vulgar you must be to be thrown away so easily by everyone you encounter or even hold dear.”

‘Betrayed…? Uragiri…?’

“Yarou… ge rei…?”

“That little shit! He’s still taunting us… I say we cut his voice-box out and see him try to taunt us THEN!”

“But that would defeat the purpose, he wouldn’t be able to scream then.” The effeminate man smiled as he leaned in towards Omi, rubbing his hair roughly, “And he WILL be screaming, I promise you all that.”

Omi panted in a breath wondering when his hearing, and the rest of his full senses for that matter, would return.