Gemstone Eyes

A/N- So the computer switch is going well...and I love my new baby. **pets her Dell** Here is the double update that I promised...and guess what? One pair of assassins will get their act together in this one!! Now....who will it be? :) Thanks you you, my darlings, we\'ve broken into double digits for reviews!! You guys have no idea what a happy author this makes me!! Arigatou!!
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“Oi! Ken! Omi! Get back in here and help out, would you?!”

Omi waved as Ken dragged him away. “Gomen nasai, Yohji-kun, I’ll be back!” Ken dragged him into his room and shut the door. Omi looked at him, eyebrow already raised. “Nande kuso?” Ken grinned.

“Sorry Omi, I had to get you away before you acted by yourself and spoiled my plan.” Omi’s other eyebrow rose to match its brother.

“Nani? What plan?” Ken laughed and lightly traced Omi’s eyebrows. Omi had to stop himself from purring and leaning forward into the touch. Ken had to stop himself from continuing the caress down the sides of the younger boy’s face and across his lips. Idly he wondered how soft Omi’s lips were. Omi repeated his question, bringing Ken back to reality.

“Remember what I told you last night?” Omi nodded. “Well today, they were in the shop together. I was out on deliveries. I came back and they were on separate sides of the room, breathless and flushed, and not looking at each other. Of course Aya recovered rather quickly, but I got Yohji to tell me what had happened while I was out.” He snickered and looked into Omi’s blue eyes again.

“They almost kissed, Omi. Yohji said he had been teasing Aya as usual when Aya turned around. All of a sudden Yohji wanted to kiss him instead of be pissed at him. And he said Aya looked like he wanted Yohji to kiss him! He said something changed in Aya, and he looked, oh how did he put it…” Ken thought for a second, “’there was a longing in his eyes’ or something like that. At any rate, they had been about to kiss when I walked in.” Omi stared at him. Ken took him by the shoulders.

“Don’t you see?! Aya let down his guard and Yohji saw an echo of his own feelings in Aya’s eyes. Aya wants Yohji just as much as Yohji wants Aya! Now all we have to do is to make Aya admit it to himself. And in order for that to happen, he can’t be given the opportunity to block out the memory. If we make him talk about it, it’ll make him think about it again.” Omi nodded slowly.

“Hai…and he wouldn’t talk to you?” The blonde grinned. Ken sighed and nodded. Omi smiled wickedly. “So you’re gonna sic the innocent chibi on him?” Ken looked at the boy he still held by the shoulders. Omi’s smile was contagious.

“Yeah…I figured nobody could say no to that face.” He reached up to pinch Omi’s cheek, but his hand was caught fast. Omi took a step closer, his heart pounding. If they were going to help Yohji and Aya get together, than the least he could do was try to help himself as well.

“Nobody?” He breathed as Ken’s eyes widened. Omi was tucked right up against him, and the blonde’s other hand reached up and stroked his hair. Omi swallowed nervously and continued the gentle caress.

“Even you?” He pulled the brunette’s head down to his and softly, but firmly, kissed the older boy. It was short and gentle, but the kiss stole Ken’s breath away as Omi backed off. The blonde boy smiled in relief as Ken’s eyes cracked open to look at him in glazed amazement. Waving cheerfully to the brunette, he scampered out of the room to begin his assault on Aya.

Ken shut the door, then collapsed against it, his fingers brushing his lips. His throat ached as if he was going to cry. But instead of a sob, a laugh escaped. It was a joyous sound, and soon Ken was laughing in ecstatic relief, still able to feel the angel-soft glide of Omi’s lips against his.



Omi padded back into the shop. The first wave of girls had been replaced with a second, and although Yohji was sweating a bit, the brilliant smile was still in place, and his eyes still looked upon every blushing customer with appreciative kindness. Aya was silent as the grave, still working on arrangements for deliveries the next day. Every once in awhile, he glared over at the other man, but would quickly snap his head back around to his work. Omi noticed the slender shoulders and back were ramrod-straight, and Aya’s movements seemed to have taken on a sharp edge.

‘He’s jealous!’ Omi silently gasped. Then he smiled. Ken was right about one thing. If Aya wouldn’t admit to wanting Yohji for himself, he sure wasn’t doing a very good job hiding the fact that he didn’t want anyone else to have the blonde. The youngest florist worked diligently for a while, helping Yohji fill orders. The rush slowly dwindled to nothingness, and Yohji groaned, popping his back. He ruffled Omi’s hair.

“I need a cigarette, Chibi. Mind the phone for me.” Omi nodded pleasantly, waiting for the taller man to leave. The room was companionably quiet for a few minutes as Aya worked and Omi cleaned the counter.

“Aya-kun?” Omi looked down at the counter. Aya didn’t cease in his work.

“Aa?” Omi turned to look at the redhead, curiosity shining in his eyes.

“Ken-kun said he walked in on you and Yohji-kun making out earlier today. I didn’t know you and Yohji-kun were together.” Aya paused.

“We’re not.”

“Then why were you making out?” An almost inaudible sigh escaped the pale man.

“We weren’t.”

“But Ken-kun said—“

“Ken doesn’t know what happened.” Bingo. Omi adopted an expression of reluctant curiosity.

“Oh…well, what did happen?”

“Nothing.” The young blonde inwardly sighed.

“But Ken-kun—“ Aya spun around, a scarlet eyebrow raised. Omi glared back at him and raised one of his own. Aya almost looked surprised for a minute, then sighed heavily and returned to his work

“Ken happened to walk in right when Yohji was about to take his daily attempts to irritate me a step too far.” Aya paused, then looked over his shoulder at Omi. “Yohji should be very grateful to him. Otherwise, he’d have been hurt.” Omi schooled his face into anxious concern.

“Aya-kun, what was he going to do? Do we need to tell Manx?”

“No.” The reply came quickly. “It was nothing like that, Omi. He..he was going to try and..kiss me. That’s all.” At the hesitancy in the tone, Omi walked up beside Aya and ducked around the taller man, trying to get a look at his face. Aya was staring at the flowers in his hands. His eyes were soft, almost wistful. Yohji had said “longing”, and Omi had to agree. Softly he rested a hand on Aya’s arm and looked at the flowers as well.

“Did you want him to?” The blonde timidly asked. The arm beneath his hand tensed, then just as rapidly all the tension drained from the slender body. Aya looked down at Omi warily, then closed his eyes and nodded slowly, just once. When Aya’s eyes opened again, Omi almost gasped at the intense loneliness that shone in them. Aya looked at the door through which Yohji had disappeared, and that wistful look returned. Omi couldn’t stop himself; he wrapped his arms around Aya’s chest and hugged him. Of course he knew better than to expect an embrace in response, but Aya sighed and kind of leaned into it.
Aya had always been more open with him than anyone else. That was a fact Omi had never disclosed. Aya talked to him more, and he saw more of what was perhaps the real Aya than anyone else ever did. It was possibly because that openness went both ways. Aya was the only one, until now, that knew Omi was gay. He had also known about the younger boy’s lust for the team brunette. It was perhaps because he knew Omi trusted him with these things that he trusted Omi so much. After all, he was the only one who really treated the youngest team member as what he had become. Omi had developed into an assassin that, despite his age, was just as deadly as the rest of his older comrades. Aya had always shown him a special deference, if not partiality. He was certainly the only one who didn’t treat him as a child. Their bond was unique in the team.
“Do you love him, Aya?” He felt the chest he was leaned against tremble in a silent laugh. He looked up into the gemstone eyes. They were hard and unyielding again. Aya placed a hand on Omi’s shoulder and placed distance between their bodies.
“A killer can not love.” But still, when he looked back at the door, his eyes were softer.

TBC....
Part 2 on the way! leave me love!...............please? :)

~Tareacel