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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,604
Reviews:
3
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.
Catch of the Day
Catch of the Day
by Vanessa S. Quest
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz and I make no profit from this.
A/N: I was looking through ff.net and I found a shocking lack of Ran x Omi horror. ^_~ So I thought to myself to remedy this, instead of update my other unfinished stories… heh. Needless to say-- ONE SHOT! …that or roughly a 4 parter, but no more than that I swear.
Secondary A/N: This is not the lime or the lemon. ^_^; Nope, that’ll come in the form of Omi no Kiken or Forever? the sequels.
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Prologue:
This is the best part about summer storms. First the night gets hot, the heat from the day before lingering, and then the new day dawns with hopes of retrieval but instead the atmosphere becomes sweltering. When you think it is at the very darkest, the air so moist it buries you in a choking grasp- the ground so hot your feet protest each step and your skin aching from the warmth of the sun- but then, the first of many clouds roll in, slowly at first, the breeze all but dead.
And then there is much more wind. The sky blotted out with dark grays and blues, the very color of water, but even then the heat still refuses to leave, the mugginess starts forming beads of sweat against the glass, yourself too covered in perspiration you couldn’t even tell if it was happening to you… suddenly you feel it.
At first, you think you’re imagining it, it would be too perfect to rain right now, you’d do anything tol ool off…
…Soon you realize it was not just your imagination, but in fact that storm you had a 75% chance of getting. The rain first trickles, teasing you, luring you into it to cool down. It becomes heavier, the drops harder. The water is no longer barely noticeable, but in fact very realized. Yet, for as cool the water is, that heat refuses to lift from the ground, only tapering as the chilled droplets re-evaporate back into the storm. You didn’t even perceive that you were getting cold now. The rainwater sticking in your hair, tightly to your clothes, you let loose a slight shiver, and then the storm stops; just for a moment, a warm breeze comes through. Sounds of thunder fill the air, telling you what is about to roll in.
That’s when the light show begins, this is much more rapid. The clouds roll back out, the day is now cooled, the ground has that smell of rain hitting road, you realize how damp you are and yet couldn’t care. It’s perfect. No longer hot nor cold, the sky covered just enough to keep you from burning yet still bright enough to continue the day. Perfect.
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Eyes flicker open to meet a pair of familiar amethyst staring intently back.
Omi’s lip curled into a smile as he curled into Aya’s arm. “Were you watching me sleep again?” He snuggled into the nook of Aya’s elbow refusing to lose the warmth there.
The corner of Aya’s lip rose leaving the red head with a satisfied smile. “Hn.” He leaned over the honey blond pressing his lips against Omi’s. Aya released it as a chaste kiss knowing Omi would complain if Aya kissed him before he could brush his teeth, as if Omi could have a bad taste or breath to him. The blond slipped from the tangled bed sheets to see the progress of last night.
Black sateen crumpled around Aya’s sides, the folds of cloth still lay loosely underneath him, Aya kissed Omi’s forehead.
“I didn’t want to wake you, so I just laid down.”
Omi nodded, he had already deduced that. Had Aya been wanting to snuggle, or even make love he would have slid under the sheets, as it were Omi had already known Aya came in sometime around 5 AM, he smelled roses around then. Aya probably had tried to preen the roses to meditate but found it unsuccessful or more therapeutic to just sleep here, either way Omi didn’t mind.
He leaned into Aya’s chest and kissed it through the fabric, he took in a deep breath via his nose to capture the scent once more. “You smell so nice.”
Aya laced his left arm around Omi’s waist, his right arm framing Omi’s back so that his hand fell freely into Omi’s trestles, he combed his fingers through the golden strands careful not to pull any knots sleep might have created.
That action caused Omi to produce a soft purr, he rubbed his cheek into Aya’s chest again smelling the roses. Aya drove him insane (in the best of ways imaginable) when he did this sort of thing! It was just so gentle and sweet, a side Aya rarely showed to anyone and here he was in full treatment, the very idea of Aya acting this way solely for Omi made him feel romantic. Omi slid his hand to Aya’s chest and pressed softly.
“The others…?”
Aya smiled lightly, “Out restocking the trailer, and they even agreed to drive the trailer just the two of them for today.”
“…” Omi blinked, “How? …Did you threaten them? …Maim them? …Kill them and hide the bodies so well I won’t find them until the smell finds me?”
Aya gave Omi a mock-pout. “Your words injure me, oh why would you ever think me capable of such travesties?”
“…Past experience and the invoice to our paperboy’s psychiatrist?”
“He was trespassing!”
“He was delivering.”
Aya rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” Omi kissed him, he noted with pleasure how frisky Omi was today.
“Really, how did you do it though? What did it cost?”
Aya’s eyes glossed over as he recalled the incident.
Yoji pressed tightly against the glass casing, held by collcollar screaming something like ‘Not the shirt! Not the shirt it’s velour you bastard!’ Ken crying as his other hand threatened to pop the ex J-Leaguer’s prized soccer ball.
“I said and I quote: ‘You both owe Omi a day off, he does more work than you know,’ that’s when they each nodded, ‘and if I don’t get to sleep in for one day this week because of your bitching and complaining I’ll have an entire day to hide your bodies before he gets suspicious.’ And then they agreed to that too.” Aya smirked evilly, recalling how delicious the fearful looks in each of their eyes were.
He bit his lower lip, “Okay then… if they did it voluntarily… I don’t feel guilty making full use of today.” Omi cooed, “So I’m going to brush my teeth and take a long shower.”
Aya’s shoulders slumped, “A long shower…?”
Omi winked, “You’re invited to join me, you know.” Aya’s smile returned.
Growing slightly wicked he added, “and my handcuffs, are they on this RSVP list too?”
The blond growled, “That’s not my decision and you know it. Tease.” Omi lifted his shirt over his head. “Just give me five minutes to brush my teeth… I mean it. Five.”
Aya’s smirk twisted into an even more wicked look, “That’ll give me plenty of time to get the anal beads and plugs.”
“And Vaseline!” Omi reminded as he made his way to the bathroom sink, a ht qht quiver in his voice. Fear? Hardly, anticipation majorly. He couldn’t wait for Aya to get back and take him. Omi made thorough work of brushing and flossing, gargling, and gargling again. He couldn’t offend Aya with his breath and kill the mood, his erection threatened to kill him if he blew it like that.
The very thought of blowing something made his skin crawl jubilantly. First his mind traced Aya’s breath on his neck and ear… and then his other mind took over on thoughts much lower than his ear and neck.
Disposing of his pajama bottoms and boxers in one glorious step Omi walked into the shower, turning the water on and waiting for Aya’s return.
As Aya passed through the hallway he noticed Yoji’s television still blaring. He glowered, it would be just like Yoji to waste electricity and AYA’S money by leaving his damned TV on.
The news reporter continued to drone on about the ten-year anniversary of the serial kidnappers acquittal with the help of at that time new defense lawyer Kimegawa Rinzou, who died earlier this year due to trauma after a fall.
The reporter continued to lecture on the principles of child safety and informed the public of an interview conducted in the Tokyo home of the alleged kidnappers.
Aya flipped the TV off angrily ignoring Yoji’s TiVo and collection of playboys sitting on top of the TV screen. Gathering his toys back up, Aya started his trek back to the shower and Omi.
From the bathroom door Aya could hear Omi humming to a song in his head. He lightly tapped on the door four times to warn Omi he was there, though he doubted Omi would suddenly object. Omi merely slid the glass door open a crack so Aya could slip in once he was ready. Aya immediately disrobed and placed his equipment on the shelf near the towels.
Entering quickly, he stole away the first of many deep kisses for the morning. While he had Omi’s attention on his tongue he pressed the dripping blond into the tiles parallel to the glass shower door reaching his left hand for the handcuffs skillfully. With one stroke of motion, the handcuffs linked over the metal beam above the sliding glass, the 18-inch chain divided halfway by the bar. Aya then spun Omi into it before he could realize what was happening, his wrists instantly devoured by two metallic hoops six inches above his head.
“…Will it hold?” Omi asked looking around quickly, Aya nodded once.
“Hai. I put my weight on it before.”
“I need you, now…”
“Safe word is daiquiri.”
“Oh darnat wat was going to be the first thing I said, too.” Omi let out a slight giggle.
“Well the word could be ‘Don’t get water logged I’m running to the store’ but I was going to say that too.”
Omi froze and blinked. “Don’t you dare!” Aya smirked wickedly and launched himself into a deep kiss.
He rubbed his tongue over Omi’s palming at his tight abs and slowly massaging downward to Omi’s joy.
Omi moaned and turned his head to the side after a long minute. “Breath… out of… breath…” He gasped in twice then turned back into the tongue grappling. Aya curved his hand around Omi’s ass cheek navigating towards Omi’s crevasses. His other hand began to run circles over Omi’s abs, relaxing him yet tensing him at once, the motions attempting to trick his abs with their gentleness to hypnotize him but that other hand… he knew he was about to be penetrated and excitedly awaited. He knew he also wanted the slight distraction, the pain could be more severe than he’d prefer at times, at other times it was like a small hole was replaced by a gaping hole, being made so deep it hit his soul only to be completely filled by Aya, healing up after Aya retracted. That was probably why he suggested the anal plugs to Aya, for some reason he didn’t mind the pain they could inspire.
Aya slid two fingers in suddenly causing Omi to tense from the base of his spine up to his head, throwing back his neck and letting out a muted moan. Apparently Omi had let him mind wander during that contemplation. Aya slowly swirled his fingers to stretch, this time very aware of Omi’s fragility.
The pained moan soon faded into a very pleased groan as he bucked his hips in time with Aya’s probing fingers, Aya slid hingerngers out.
“I’ll be right back…” Aya whispered erotically into Omi’s earlobe leaving his whole body shivering, feeling electrified. Aya licked the opposite ear as he slid out, “I’m going out to the store, don’t get water logged.”
Omi shrilled. “AYA! Aya no! Don’t leave me in here…” Omi’s voice cracked, he could feel he would hyperventilate. Was the sex really that good?
…No, that wasn’t it, oh it was, don’t take it the wrong way- the sex- amazing. Mind blowing, as well as a few other organs, but something else didn’t like being left behind so vulnerable.
“Aya… please… Aya don’t… don’t…” Omi’s breathinre lre labored, strained, “…Daiquiri… Aya! Daiquiri!”
Aya immediately halted and reentered the room, “Omitchi?”
“Daiquiri…” Aya nodded without further need of explanation, he unchained Omi.
“Koi, what’s wrong?” Omi slid into Aya’s nude chest and pressed his wrists into Aya’s chest. Aya put his hands around Omi’s face, “Koi? You know I wasn’t really going to leave you there… didn’t?”
?”
Omi let out a soft sniffle and shivered. Aya grabbed the towel and slid it around him.
“Oi, Omitchi, come on, get dressed and we’ll talk.” Omi nodded once, his lip pouted.
“I… I don’t know why… I panicked… it just…”
“I’ll get you something to drink, cocoa work?”
Omi nodded, “Arigatou… Aya-kun, I love you… it’s just… I don’t know… something scared me… I don’t know why.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just sorry I upset you…” Aya navigated Omi towards the kitchen, sitting him down at the table and moving away to a cabinet to get the materials needed to make the cocoa.
“Not you… I… that’s the thing. I don’t know why I panicked, it’s almost as if it were a memory of something except it wasn’t even tangible enough to BE a memory, just enough to remember the feeling of it… and it got really scary.”
A warm goldenrod-colored ceramic mug clinked as it sat on the table, the spoon sliding into the lip of the mug as it hit the table for the first time.
“Arigatou…”
“Iie arigatou, drink up.”
“Nai, Aya-kun, thank you for … for being there, for loving me, for everything you mean so much to me…”
“I told you, you don’t need to thank me, we’re even on that account. Now drink up.” Aya stood up, “Want me to put the radio on, you still seem a little jittery.”
Omi nodded once, he smiled from behind the cocoa mug, “You’re too good to me…”
Aya shook his head, “I doubt it.” He clicked the radio over the oven on, as res report filled the air. “Want me to find some pop*?”
“… … ...Today marks the ten year anniversary of the serial kidnappers arrest, though all of the alleged kidnappers were exonerated, local police would like to take this time to remind everyone to practice caution around strangers and to constantly attend to your children in public areas… … …”
Omi’s eyes shrank, “Ten years…?”
“Omitchi?” He clicked the radio off, Omi’s eyes resized to focus on Aya.
“Hai?”
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(*- J-Pop, as it is in Japan. ^_^)
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So, what do you think? Lemon or Lime? I dunno the borders yet. ^_^; Heh, um... more to come, the horror in the next few chapters! XD Thanks for reading and enjoy!
by Vanessa S. Quest
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz and I make no profit from this.
A/N: I was looking through ff.net and I found a shocking lack of Ran x Omi horror. ^_~ So I thought to myself to remedy this, instead of update my other unfinished stories… heh. Needless to say-- ONE SHOT! …that or roughly a 4 parter, but no more than that I swear.
Secondary A/N: This is not the lime or the lemon. ^_^; Nope, that’ll come in the form of Omi no Kiken or Forever? the sequels.
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Prologue:
This is the best part about summer storms. First the night gets hot, the heat from the day before lingering, and then the new day dawns with hopes of retrieval but instead the atmosphere becomes sweltering. When you think it is at the very darkest, the air so moist it buries you in a choking grasp- the ground so hot your feet protest each step and your skin aching from the warmth of the sun- but then, the first of many clouds roll in, slowly at first, the breeze all but dead.
And then there is much more wind. The sky blotted out with dark grays and blues, the very color of water, but even then the heat still refuses to leave, the mugginess starts forming beads of sweat against the glass, yourself too covered in perspiration you couldn’t even tell if it was happening to you… suddenly you feel it.
At first, you think you’re imagining it, it would be too perfect to rain right now, you’d do anything tol ool off…
…Soon you realize it was not just your imagination, but in fact that storm you had a 75% chance of getting. The rain first trickles, teasing you, luring you into it to cool down. It becomes heavier, the drops harder. The water is no longer barely noticeable, but in fact very realized. Yet, for as cool the water is, that heat refuses to lift from the ground, only tapering as the chilled droplets re-evaporate back into the storm. You didn’t even perceive that you were getting cold now. The rainwater sticking in your hair, tightly to your clothes, you let loose a slight shiver, and then the storm stops; just for a moment, a warm breeze comes through. Sounds of thunder fill the air, telling you what is about to roll in.
That’s when the light show begins, this is much more rapid. The clouds roll back out, the day is now cooled, the ground has that smell of rain hitting road, you realize how damp you are and yet couldn’t care. It’s perfect. No longer hot nor cold, the sky covered just enough to keep you from burning yet still bright enough to continue the day. Perfect.
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Eyes flicker open to meet a pair of familiar amethyst staring intently back.
Omi’s lip curled into a smile as he curled into Aya’s arm. “Were you watching me sleep again?” He snuggled into the nook of Aya’s elbow refusing to lose the warmth there.
The corner of Aya’s lip rose leaving the red head with a satisfied smile. “Hn.” He leaned over the honey blond pressing his lips against Omi’s. Aya released it as a chaste kiss knowing Omi would complain if Aya kissed him before he could brush his teeth, as if Omi could have a bad taste or breath to him. The blond slipped from the tangled bed sheets to see the progress of last night.
Black sateen crumpled around Aya’s sides, the folds of cloth still lay loosely underneath him, Aya kissed Omi’s forehead.
“I didn’t want to wake you, so I just laid down.”
Omi nodded, he had already deduced that. Had Aya been wanting to snuggle, or even make love he would have slid under the sheets, as it were Omi had already known Aya came in sometime around 5 AM, he smelled roses around then. Aya probably had tried to preen the roses to meditate but found it unsuccessful or more therapeutic to just sleep here, either way Omi didn’t mind.
He leaned into Aya’s chest and kissed it through the fabric, he took in a deep breath via his nose to capture the scent once more. “You smell so nice.”
Aya laced his left arm around Omi’s waist, his right arm framing Omi’s back so that his hand fell freely into Omi’s trestles, he combed his fingers through the golden strands careful not to pull any knots sleep might have created.
That action caused Omi to produce a soft purr, he rubbed his cheek into Aya’s chest again smelling the roses. Aya drove him insane (in the best of ways imaginable) when he did this sort of thing! It was just so gentle and sweet, a side Aya rarely showed to anyone and here he was in full treatment, the very idea of Aya acting this way solely for Omi made him feel romantic. Omi slid his hand to Aya’s chest and pressed softly.
“The others…?”
Aya smiled lightly, “Out restocking the trailer, and they even agreed to drive the trailer just the two of them for today.”
“…” Omi blinked, “How? …Did you threaten them? …Maim them? …Kill them and hide the bodies so well I won’t find them until the smell finds me?”
Aya gave Omi a mock-pout. “Your words injure me, oh why would you ever think me capable of such travesties?”
“…Past experience and the invoice to our paperboy’s psychiatrist?”
“He was trespassing!”
“He was delivering.”
Aya rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” Omi kissed him, he noted with pleasure how frisky Omi was today.
“Really, how did you do it though? What did it cost?”
Aya’s eyes glossed over as he recalled the incident.
Yoji pressed tightly against the glass casing, held by collcollar screaming something like ‘Not the shirt! Not the shirt it’s velour you bastard!’ Ken crying as his other hand threatened to pop the ex J-Leaguer’s prized soccer ball.
“I said and I quote: ‘You both owe Omi a day off, he does more work than you know,’ that’s when they each nodded, ‘and if I don’t get to sleep in for one day this week because of your bitching and complaining I’ll have an entire day to hide your bodies before he gets suspicious.’ And then they agreed to that too.” Aya smirked evilly, recalling how delicious the fearful looks in each of their eyes were.
He bit his lower lip, “Okay then… if they did it voluntarily… I don’t feel guilty making full use of today.” Omi cooed, “So I’m going to brush my teeth and take a long shower.”
Aya’s shoulders slumped, “A long shower…?”
Omi winked, “You’re invited to join me, you know.” Aya’s smile returned.
Growing slightly wicked he added, “and my handcuffs, are they on this RSVP list too?”
The blond growled, “That’s not my decision and you know it. Tease.” Omi lifted his shirt over his head. “Just give me five minutes to brush my teeth… I mean it. Five.”
Aya’s smirk twisted into an even more wicked look, “That’ll give me plenty of time to get the anal beads and plugs.”
“And Vaseline!” Omi reminded as he made his way to the bathroom sink, a ht qht quiver in his voice. Fear? Hardly, anticipation majorly. He couldn’t wait for Aya to get back and take him. Omi made thorough work of brushing and flossing, gargling, and gargling again. He couldn’t offend Aya with his breath and kill the mood, his erection threatened to kill him if he blew it like that.
The very thought of blowing something made his skin crawl jubilantly. First his mind traced Aya’s breath on his neck and ear… and then his other mind took over on thoughts much lower than his ear and neck.
Disposing of his pajama bottoms and boxers in one glorious step Omi walked into the shower, turning the water on and waiting for Aya’s return.
As Aya passed through the hallway he noticed Yoji’s television still blaring. He glowered, it would be just like Yoji to waste electricity and AYA’S money by leaving his damned TV on.
The news reporter continued to drone on about the ten-year anniversary of the serial kidnappers acquittal with the help of at that time new defense lawyer Kimegawa Rinzou, who died earlier this year due to trauma after a fall.
The reporter continued to lecture on the principles of child safety and informed the public of an interview conducted in the Tokyo home of the alleged kidnappers.
Aya flipped the TV off angrily ignoring Yoji’s TiVo and collection of playboys sitting on top of the TV screen. Gathering his toys back up, Aya started his trek back to the shower and Omi.
From the bathroom door Aya could hear Omi humming to a song in his head. He lightly tapped on the door four times to warn Omi he was there, though he doubted Omi would suddenly object. Omi merely slid the glass door open a crack so Aya could slip in once he was ready. Aya immediately disrobed and placed his equipment on the shelf near the towels.
Entering quickly, he stole away the first of many deep kisses for the morning. While he had Omi’s attention on his tongue he pressed the dripping blond into the tiles parallel to the glass shower door reaching his left hand for the handcuffs skillfully. With one stroke of motion, the handcuffs linked over the metal beam above the sliding glass, the 18-inch chain divided halfway by the bar. Aya then spun Omi into it before he could realize what was happening, his wrists instantly devoured by two metallic hoops six inches above his head.
“…Will it hold?” Omi asked looking around quickly, Aya nodded once.
“Hai. I put my weight on it before.”
“I need you, now…”
“Safe word is daiquiri.”
“Oh darnat wat was going to be the first thing I said, too.” Omi let out a slight giggle.
“Well the word could be ‘Don’t get water logged I’m running to the store’ but I was going to say that too.”
Omi froze and blinked. “Don’t you dare!” Aya smirked wickedly and launched himself into a deep kiss.
He rubbed his tongue over Omi’s palming at his tight abs and slowly massaging downward to Omi’s joy.
Omi moaned and turned his head to the side after a long minute. “Breath… out of… breath…” He gasped in twice then turned back into the tongue grappling. Aya curved his hand around Omi’s ass cheek navigating towards Omi’s crevasses. His other hand began to run circles over Omi’s abs, relaxing him yet tensing him at once, the motions attempting to trick his abs with their gentleness to hypnotize him but that other hand… he knew he was about to be penetrated and excitedly awaited. He knew he also wanted the slight distraction, the pain could be more severe than he’d prefer at times, at other times it was like a small hole was replaced by a gaping hole, being made so deep it hit his soul only to be completely filled by Aya, healing up after Aya retracted. That was probably why he suggested the anal plugs to Aya, for some reason he didn’t mind the pain they could inspire.
Aya slid two fingers in suddenly causing Omi to tense from the base of his spine up to his head, throwing back his neck and letting out a muted moan. Apparently Omi had let him mind wander during that contemplation. Aya slowly swirled his fingers to stretch, this time very aware of Omi’s fragility.
The pained moan soon faded into a very pleased groan as he bucked his hips in time with Aya’s probing fingers, Aya slid hingerngers out.
“I’ll be right back…” Aya whispered erotically into Omi’s earlobe leaving his whole body shivering, feeling electrified. Aya licked the opposite ear as he slid out, “I’m going out to the store, don’t get water logged.”
Omi shrilled. “AYA! Aya no! Don’t leave me in here…” Omi’s voice cracked, he could feel he would hyperventilate. Was the sex really that good?
…No, that wasn’t it, oh it was, don’t take it the wrong way- the sex- amazing. Mind blowing, as well as a few other organs, but something else didn’t like being left behind so vulnerable.
“Aya… please… Aya don’t… don’t…” Omi’s breathinre lre labored, strained, “…Daiquiri… Aya! Daiquiri!”
Aya immediately halted and reentered the room, “Omitchi?”
“Daiquiri…” Aya nodded without further need of explanation, he unchained Omi.
“Koi, what’s wrong?” Omi slid into Aya’s nude chest and pressed his wrists into Aya’s chest. Aya put his hands around Omi’s face, “Koi? You know I wasn’t really going to leave you there… didn’t?”
?”
Omi let out a soft sniffle and shivered. Aya grabbed the towel and slid it around him.
“Oi, Omitchi, come on, get dressed and we’ll talk.” Omi nodded once, his lip pouted.
“I… I don’t know why… I panicked… it just…”
“I’ll get you something to drink, cocoa work?”
Omi nodded, “Arigatou… Aya-kun, I love you… it’s just… I don’t know… something scared me… I don’t know why.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just sorry I upset you…” Aya navigated Omi towards the kitchen, sitting him down at the table and moving away to a cabinet to get the materials needed to make the cocoa.
“Not you… I… that’s the thing. I don’t know why I panicked, it’s almost as if it were a memory of something except it wasn’t even tangible enough to BE a memory, just enough to remember the feeling of it… and it got really scary.”
A warm goldenrod-colored ceramic mug clinked as it sat on the table, the spoon sliding into the lip of the mug as it hit the table for the first time.
“Arigatou…”
“Iie arigatou, drink up.”
“Nai, Aya-kun, thank you for … for being there, for loving me, for everything you mean so much to me…”
“I told you, you don’t need to thank me, we’re even on that account. Now drink up.” Aya stood up, “Want me to put the radio on, you still seem a little jittery.”
Omi nodded once, he smiled from behind the cocoa mug, “You’re too good to me…”
Aya shook his head, “I doubt it.” He clicked the radio over the oven on, as res report filled the air. “Want me to find some pop*?”
“… … ...Today marks the ten year anniversary of the serial kidnappers arrest, though all of the alleged kidnappers were exonerated, local police would like to take this time to remind everyone to practice caution around strangers and to constantly attend to your children in public areas… … …”
Omi’s eyes shrank, “Ten years…?”
“Omitchi?” He clicked the radio off, Omi’s eyes resized to focus on Aya.
“Hai?”
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(*- J-Pop, as it is in Japan. ^_^)
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So, what do you think? Lemon or Lime? I dunno the borders yet. ^_^; Heh, um... more to come, the horror in the next few chapters! XD Thanks for reading and enjoy!