Untitled (Youji/Omi Angst)
Prologue
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"You're still up?"
Omi swiveled around on his chair to
look at the tall, slim figure leaning against the doorway. He gave the oldest
member of Weiss a sheepish smile.
"I lost track of time," he
said, looking back at the terminal to glance at the time. It read 4:59 am.
Youji shook his head. "That's
it. No more of that," he said briskly, striding into the room and
switching off the PC.
Omi stared at the suddenly black terminal
with a look of horror. "Youji-kun! You can't do that!" he cried.
"I haven't even said goodnight--"
"Off to bed!" Youji
interrupted, "You've done enough
chatting for now. Don't worry about your girlfriend. You can chat with her some
other time." Then with a wolfish leer, he added, "I
didn't...uh...*interrupt* you guys, did I?" He winked and gave Omi a small
jab on the ribs.
"I told you I don't have a
girlfriend!" Omi protested, turning a deep shade of red, as his chair was
forcefully pulled back
"Sure, kid. Whatever you
say," Youji said dismissively.
"How come you get to stay up
late and I can't" Omi demanded, pouting as he gave Youji's clubby get-up a
narrow look.
"Because unlike some people I
know, I don't have to wake up early in the morning to get ready for
school."
"Hmph! Lucky you, you have an
excuse," Omi muttered as he allowed himself to be marched out of the room
and up the stairs, into the second floor of the house he shared with his three
fellow assasins.
They walked quietly across the
corridor as they passed Ken and Aya's rooms.
"One of these days, Omi, that
won't be enough for you. You'll need a real woman," Youji told him in a
low voice.
"Youji-kun!"
"Shhh...you'll wake them up.
Now go," Youji said, steering Omi in the direction of his room. "And
don't forget to brush your teeth," he called after the younger boy,
yawning, as they separated in the corridor to head off to their respective
bedrooms.
"Hai, hai..." Omi replied
as he closed his bedroom door behind him. He headed straight for the bathroom,
quickly brushed his teeth, pulled of his clothes and left them on the
floor--being too tired to put them in the hamper--and marched back to bed, flopping
face-down with a loud sigh. The soft mattress felt good under him. He had
hardly been able to keep his eyes open before Youji came.
Youji had come to check up on him
again.
A small smile formed in Omi's lips.
It would have been easy for Youji to
miss him, typing away at the basement at the wee hours of the morning, unless
he had intentionally went down there to check. He rolled over, a slow, giddy,
grin spreading across his face. It was a thought worth struggling through
school tomorrow, half-awake. He yawned, burrowing deeper in his blanket.
He needed to get a shut eye.
It was pretty late. He glanced at
the luminous dials of his alarm clock.
5:07 am.
Omi's grin quickly vanished,
replaced by the furrowing of his brows.
Youji never comes in this late. Not
unless...unless...
/Of course, Youji-kun would
naturally be.../
Omi buried his face in his pillow,
willing away the unwanted thoughts that suddenly plagued him.
/Why else would he go out, if not
for that?/ a voice inside him insisted. Omi felt his chest grow tight.
/Why play these stupid games anyway,
Omi? What are these 'tests' for? Always waiting up whenever he goes out...so
what if he checks up on you? He'll never.../
"Shut up!" he hissed at no
one in particular.
/You're such a sicko. Why don't you
just stick to girls?/
"Shut up," Omi said more
softly this time, clutching at his pillow.
/What would they say if they knew
you think that way? What would Youji say? Shame on you.../
"Yamete...onegai..." he
whispered. "Yamete..."
/Pervert./
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