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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,293
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
NinjaMouse: Ok just to warn everyone this chapter has massive spoilers in it. And I\'m sorry if I have the spelling of some of the names wrong but I\'ve only seen half of the first Weiss series so I\'m using the spelling from that.
YuukiSan: We have to say thanks to everyone who reviewed especailly Sakura-Kawaii, you hav no idea how much that review meant to me, the fact that you don\'t speak english well. And I have to thank my wonderful Beta DragonBlade for editing this and listening to all my wacked out ideas. Enjoy!
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Chapter 3
Omi was the last one to enter the kitchen for breakfast the next morning. The first place the dartist’s eyes fell were on Ken, who was wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt that seemed to cling in all the right places. Omi swallowed as he tore his eyes away and sat down at the table.
“So Omi, did you have a refreshing shower last night?” Yoji asked over his cup of coffee.
The younger brunette turned a shade of red that matched his school sweater perfectly.
He looks cute when he blushes Ken thought to himself as he looked across the table at the tomato that was Omi. Wait this is Omi, one of my partners, what the hell am I thinking? Ken shook his head to clear the thoughts that were rising.
Yoji walked behind the youngest assassin and draped himself on his shoulders. “Now Omi, there is nothing to be ashamed of here. This is just one of the first steps in becoming a man,” the blonde said as the teen buried his face in his hands.
“Leave him alone Yoji,” Ken snapped.
“You can’t tell me that you didn’t hear what happened last night,” Yoji asked Ken as Omi’s head snapped up and he stared, his blue eyes wide, at the soccer star.
“Of course I heard him,” Omi’s face turned a very nice shade of purple. “But at least I have enough decency not to bug him about it,” Ken bit back.
“I’ve gotta get to school,” the dartist somewhat squeaked as he ran away from the table.
“What about breakfast?” Ken asked looking concerned.
“I’ll buy something there,” yelled the youth as he ran out the kitchen.
As Omi sat in his first period class, he thought over the events of the last couple of days. All seemed to point to the same conclusion.
But he couldn’t…could he?
Bombay contemplated this question all day. He still hadn’t figured anything out when he got home from school. Omi walked upstairs and changed into his work clothes, then joined his co-workers.
Throughout his shift in the flower shop, Omi’s eyes occasionally wondered in Ken’s direction. The clawed assassin would shortly look over and usually catch the younger’s eye, causing Omi to look away blushing.
As the shop was about to close a final customer entered. Omi felt the air stand still; he looked up and found Persia standing before him.
“Can I talk to you Omi?” Persia asked quietly.
“H-hai,” Omi stammered the led his boss up to the apartment.
Ken and Yoji looked at each other then ran up the stairs. Sighing, Aya closed the shop then followed his companions. Once at the top of the stairs he found Ken and Yoji standing with their ears against the door listening. Aya leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest looking bored.
“I understand that you had a bit of a relationship with Oka?” Persia asked as he sat down on the couch next to Omi. The brunette simply nodded looking at his hands.
“I’d like for you to come to her funeral tomorrow. I also think that you should say a few words about Oka.”
Omi’s head shot up and he stared wide-eyed at his uncle, “but my father-“
“I’ll make sure your father or anyone from his team won’t be able to do anything to you. I saved you once and I’d do it again, you always were my favourite nephew.”
“NEPHEW?!” Ken screamed as he threw the door open.
Omi and Persia both jumped and looked to find Ken standing with his hand still on the doorknob, Yoji was sprawled on the floor and Aya was standing in the back.
“He’s your nephew?!” Ken asked Persia.
“Yes, I saved Omi after he was kidnapped. I re-named him then raised him until he started working for Weiss.” [1]
“Kidnapped?” Ken asked gently looking over at Omi who was hugging his knees as he sat in the corner of the couch.
“So that would make you?“ Aya asked his boss coldly.
“Shuichi Takatori.”
Aya simply stared at his boss; his face an emotionless mask, except for the hate that burned in his eyes.
Omi sat there crying silently, completely unable to move. He could hear Yoji asking Persia questions like an over-protective older brother. He could also hear his uncles answers, why he didn’t tell Weiss who he was, and why he didn’t tell Omi about his family. For some reason the dartist couldn’t move or say anything to stop it. He was only slightly aware that someone was watching him, but he didn’t care.
Ken watched Omi intensely, feeling helpless. He saw the tears that were silently streaming down the youths cheeks. Before he realized it, Ken was sitting on the coffee table in front of Omi. The older brunette reached up and wiped away a tear from the younger males face with his thumb. The teen’s eyes widened and Ken couldn’t help but notice how his partner looked far younger then his seventeen years.
Without warning Omi launched himself, throwing his arms around Ken’s torso. The soccer star placed one arm around the younger males shaking shoulder and the other removed his hat and started stroking Omi’s hair in attempts to soothe him. Only then did he start listening to what was being said.
“Will you two just shut the hell up?” Ken asked Yoji and Persia coldly. Both froze and stared at Ken in surprise. “Can’t you see how this is effecting him? You two are letting out all of his skeletons and he has no say. Omi’s past is for Omi to tell us when or if he wants us to know.”
There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. Trying to change to subject, Persia turned to Omi who was still crying into Ken’s shoulder.
“Omi, about Oka’s funeral. I really think that you should go. It’s what Oka would want.”
Ken placed his hands on the youth’s shoulders and pushed him up so that he could look into Omi’s eyes. “We’ll go with you, all of us. We won’t make you do this alone. What do you say?”
Bombay was silent but nodded his head in agreement.
“Alright, I’ll see everyone tomorrow then,” Persia said as he stood and left the apartment.
Ken looked back to Omi, “you going to be ok?”
“Yeah. I have homework to do,” with that Omi stood and walked up the stairs.
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[1] I havn’t seen the end of the series so this is just what I think happened. I’m completely aware that this theory could be wrong.
NinjaMouse: Oh God that was sappy. Don\'t blame me for that one *points to YuukiSan* she wrote it.
YuuKiSan: It\'s not sappy, it\'s cute. Plus it gets the ball rolling for the whole Ken/Omi thing. Things really get started next chapter...Oka\'s funeral...things get interesting.
NinjaMouse: Don\'t forget to review damnit! Or you\'ll run the risk of not getting anymore chapters, so if you like the story review!
YuukiSan: *Bops NinjaMouse on the head* Would you be nice for once! Sorry about that she gets a little edgey if she gets no feed back. But please review anyways. Bye for now!
YuukiSan: We have to say thanks to everyone who reviewed especailly Sakura-Kawaii, you hav no idea how much that review meant to me, the fact that you don\'t speak english well. And I have to thank my wonderful Beta DragonBlade for editing this and listening to all my wacked out ideas. Enjoy!
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Chapter 3
Omi was the last one to enter the kitchen for breakfast the next morning. The first place the dartist’s eyes fell were on Ken, who was wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt that seemed to cling in all the right places. Omi swallowed as he tore his eyes away and sat down at the table.
“So Omi, did you have a refreshing shower last night?” Yoji asked over his cup of coffee.
The younger brunette turned a shade of red that matched his school sweater perfectly.
He looks cute when he blushes Ken thought to himself as he looked across the table at the tomato that was Omi. Wait this is Omi, one of my partners, what the hell am I thinking? Ken shook his head to clear the thoughts that were rising.
Yoji walked behind the youngest assassin and draped himself on his shoulders. “Now Omi, there is nothing to be ashamed of here. This is just one of the first steps in becoming a man,” the blonde said as the teen buried his face in his hands.
“Leave him alone Yoji,” Ken snapped.
“You can’t tell me that you didn’t hear what happened last night,” Yoji asked Ken as Omi’s head snapped up and he stared, his blue eyes wide, at the soccer star.
“Of course I heard him,” Omi’s face turned a very nice shade of purple. “But at least I have enough decency not to bug him about it,” Ken bit back.
“I’ve gotta get to school,” the dartist somewhat squeaked as he ran away from the table.
“What about breakfast?” Ken asked looking concerned.
“I’ll buy something there,” yelled the youth as he ran out the kitchen.
As Omi sat in his first period class, he thought over the events of the last couple of days. All seemed to point to the same conclusion.
But he couldn’t…could he?
Bombay contemplated this question all day. He still hadn’t figured anything out when he got home from school. Omi walked upstairs and changed into his work clothes, then joined his co-workers.
Throughout his shift in the flower shop, Omi’s eyes occasionally wondered in Ken’s direction. The clawed assassin would shortly look over and usually catch the younger’s eye, causing Omi to look away blushing.
As the shop was about to close a final customer entered. Omi felt the air stand still; he looked up and found Persia standing before him.
“Can I talk to you Omi?” Persia asked quietly.
“H-hai,” Omi stammered the led his boss up to the apartment.
Ken and Yoji looked at each other then ran up the stairs. Sighing, Aya closed the shop then followed his companions. Once at the top of the stairs he found Ken and Yoji standing with their ears against the door listening. Aya leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest looking bored.
“I understand that you had a bit of a relationship with Oka?” Persia asked as he sat down on the couch next to Omi. The brunette simply nodded looking at his hands.
“I’d like for you to come to her funeral tomorrow. I also think that you should say a few words about Oka.”
Omi’s head shot up and he stared wide-eyed at his uncle, “but my father-“
“I’ll make sure your father or anyone from his team won’t be able to do anything to you. I saved you once and I’d do it again, you always were my favourite nephew.”
“NEPHEW?!” Ken screamed as he threw the door open.
Omi and Persia both jumped and looked to find Ken standing with his hand still on the doorknob, Yoji was sprawled on the floor and Aya was standing in the back.
“He’s your nephew?!” Ken asked Persia.
“Yes, I saved Omi after he was kidnapped. I re-named him then raised him until he started working for Weiss.” [1]
“Kidnapped?” Ken asked gently looking over at Omi who was hugging his knees as he sat in the corner of the couch.
“So that would make you?“ Aya asked his boss coldly.
“Shuichi Takatori.”
Aya simply stared at his boss; his face an emotionless mask, except for the hate that burned in his eyes.
Omi sat there crying silently, completely unable to move. He could hear Yoji asking Persia questions like an over-protective older brother. He could also hear his uncles answers, why he didn’t tell Weiss who he was, and why he didn’t tell Omi about his family. For some reason the dartist couldn’t move or say anything to stop it. He was only slightly aware that someone was watching him, but he didn’t care.
Ken watched Omi intensely, feeling helpless. He saw the tears that were silently streaming down the youths cheeks. Before he realized it, Ken was sitting on the coffee table in front of Omi. The older brunette reached up and wiped away a tear from the younger males face with his thumb. The teen’s eyes widened and Ken couldn’t help but notice how his partner looked far younger then his seventeen years.
Without warning Omi launched himself, throwing his arms around Ken’s torso. The soccer star placed one arm around the younger males shaking shoulder and the other removed his hat and started stroking Omi’s hair in attempts to soothe him. Only then did he start listening to what was being said.
“Will you two just shut the hell up?” Ken asked Yoji and Persia coldly. Both froze and stared at Ken in surprise. “Can’t you see how this is effecting him? You two are letting out all of his skeletons and he has no say. Omi’s past is for Omi to tell us when or if he wants us to know.”
There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. Trying to change to subject, Persia turned to Omi who was still crying into Ken’s shoulder.
“Omi, about Oka’s funeral. I really think that you should go. It’s what Oka would want.”
Ken placed his hands on the youth’s shoulders and pushed him up so that he could look into Omi’s eyes. “We’ll go with you, all of us. We won’t make you do this alone. What do you say?”
Bombay was silent but nodded his head in agreement.
“Alright, I’ll see everyone tomorrow then,” Persia said as he stood and left the apartment.
Ken looked back to Omi, “you going to be ok?”
“Yeah. I have homework to do,” with that Omi stood and walked up the stairs.
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[1] I havn’t seen the end of the series so this is just what I think happened. I’m completely aware that this theory could be wrong.
NinjaMouse: Oh God that was sappy. Don\'t blame me for that one *points to YuukiSan* she wrote it.
YuuKiSan: It\'s not sappy, it\'s cute. Plus it gets the ball rolling for the whole Ken/Omi thing. Things really get started next chapter...Oka\'s funeral...things get interesting.
NinjaMouse: Don\'t forget to review damnit! Or you\'ll run the risk of not getting anymore chapters, so if you like the story review!
YuukiSan: *Bops NinjaMouse on the head* Would you be nice for once! Sorry about that she gets a little edgey if she gets no feed back. But please review anyways. Bye for now!