Menage a Trois- Part One
An Omi+Nagi+Youji Fanfic
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He watched as the boy before him twirled his pen around his fingers, watched as he placed it between his lips and nibbled at it distractedly. Lost in thought, the boy gnawed at it for a few moments before totally losing interest. He watched as the boy removed it from his mouth, watched as it slid back from parted lips, its saliva-coated end glistening under the glare of the fluorescent lights inside the Koneko no Sumu-Iie.
The boy then sets it down against the paper in front of him and began to doodle. His stool creaked as he leaned forward against the counter, trying to catch a glimpse of the scribbles. The boy didn’t look up, too intent on what he was writing, blond hair falling over clear blue eyes.
He craned his neck and squinted.
O-M-I….K-U-D-O…
The boy looked up as the observer loudly cleared his throat, casting a disapproving glance at the paper.
The boy blushed as he covered the letters with his hand.
"I was just…anou…ah, where were we?"
The other boy gave him his most severe look and pointed at open book before them.
"You were supposed to be answering the exercises at page forty-two."
"Oh, yeah…right." The boy smiled sheepishly and blew at the unruly bangs on his forehead. Then, resting his chin at his palm, he frowned and stared at the book with an intent expression on his face. Then he began jotting down numbers on his paper.
He was at it for no more than a few minutes before he sat back and let out a long-suffering sigh.
"Finished already?" the other boy asked him .
"Nagi, I can’t do it! It’s too hard! Can I just copy it from you?"
"No, you can’t." Nagi looked down at the doodles on his notebook. "If your mind isn’t too busy thinking of _less_ important things, then you’d find that those are actually pretty easy," he tells Omi pointedly.
"It’s not like that!" Omi protested, quickly closing his notebook. "And that’s easy for you to say since you’re so good in math."
"This is not about me being good in math," Nagi tells him impassively, "It’s about you being too caught up with things other than studying." He reached over, grabbed Omi’s notebook, and ignored the other boy’s protests, began flipping through it until I found what he was looking for.
"Omi Kudou?" he read. "Puh-lease…" he scoffed.
"I told you and you said you wouldn’t make fun!" Omi cried in a hurt voice, shooting Nagi that heart-melting puppy-dog expression that instantly made him feel like the lowest scum on earth.
"Gomen," Nagi said grudgingly. "I didn’t mean it that way. I was just trying to say you should focus on the _significant_ things, not on some infatuation with a good-for-nothing sicko playboy who obviously--"
"Nagi!" Omi cried, shocked and horrified at the thought of Nagi calling his beloved a good-for-nothing sicko playboy.
"Sorry, but he’s really--" Nagi paused as the shop door opened. They both turned to look at the newcomer.
"Speak of the devil," Omi heard Nagi mutter under his breath.
"Youji-kun!" Omi called out happily.
"Hey, kids," greeted Youji as he entered. Nagi scowled and harrumphed.
"So, you’re here again, ne?" Youji remarked as he headed for the opposite end of the counter. He turned to Nagi as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"You’re late again," Nagi pointed out coolly, ignoring the older Weiss' remark. Omi shot Nagi a warning look, saw his notebook still in the other boy’s hands, snatched it back, and stuffed it inside his backpack.
Youji glanced at the clock on the wall behind him. "Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. Had me a hot date last night and I got home pretty late so--"
Nagi snorted. "That’s no excuse. Omi’s been _waiting_ for you for over an hour and--" He stopped when he felt Omi give him a nudge with his feet underneath the counter. He turned to the younger blonde and scowled.
"Eh, it’s alright Youji-kun," Omi said hastily. "It’s a Sunday, anyway. We won’t be expecting customers until after lunchtime."
"Why thank you, Omi." Youji winked at Nagi. "See? They love me here." Omi could see Nagi practically bristle.
He sighed. He couldn’t figure out why Nagi dislikes Youji so much. He guessed it was because Youji teases the other boy a bit too much at times.
He reached out, laid a hand over Nagi’s arm and told him in a low voice, "Please, Nagi-kun…"
Nagi looked at him, looked at the hand on his arm, and his expression slowly softened.
"Oh, alright," Nagi muttered. He threw one last frown in Youji’s direction before turning his attention back to his book.
Youji looked over Omi’s shoulder as he passed by, knotting the strings of his apron. "Watcha workin’ on? Math?"
Omi nodded. "Nagi-kun offered to help me with homework since I’ve been having trouble with this particular lesson.""
"Good for you then," Youji said, patting Omi on the head before disappearing into the storeroom at the back of the shop. Omi preened. Nagi frowned and muttered something inaudible under his breath.
"Ohayou!" High pitched voices and girly laughter filled the air as the door opened, letting in a stream of school-girls in their Sunday bests.
"Uh-oh, they’re early," Omi said as he stood up.
"Omi-kun! Omi-kun!" they cried. Two automatically latched on to Omi’s arms.
"Hey!" Nagi cried as he was elbowed aside by a group of giggling girls who flocked to the counter to surround Omi.
He felt his temper rise as he watched the other boy being pinched and not so subtly carressed.
"Hands off, wench!" he growled at the girl nearest him who was hanging on to Omi’s arm.
He felt a hand settle on top of his head, ruffling his hair.
"Hey now, don’t go scaring off our customers," Youji said good-naturedly. They didn’t notice him come back amidst the din created by the girls.
"Youji-kun!" the girls shrieked excitedly and the crowd immediately dispersed from around the younger boys. Like bees to honey, they flocked around the older Weiss.
Nagi heard Omi let out a sigh a he looked on, watching Youji flirt with the girls. "If only he pays me just the smallest amount of attention he pays them…" Omi said wistfully.
Nagi snorted. "Like he’d really go for boys--" He stopped short as Omi suddenly whipped around, a strange glaze coming over his eyes.
"Yes, he will! I’ll have him, just you wait."
Nagi gave Omi a skeptical look. "And how in the world will that happen?"
Omi grabbed him by the arm. "I have a plan. And you’ll help me!"
"Nani?!" Nagi spluttered. "I won’t do such a thing!"
"Nagi, please, say you’ll do it for me," Omi pleaded, his grip on Nagi’s arm tightening, his face moving closer to the brunette’s.
"Eh---" Nagi said. The look in Omi’s eyes was beginning to scare him, not to mention he was getting conscious of the fact that Omi was so near him he could smell the citrusy scent of the shampoo the other boy uses. "Oh, alright," he said resignedly.
Omi beamed. "I knew you’d say yes! Hey--" he stopped, eyes looking out the window, "Isn’t that your brother’s friend?"
"Brother?" Nagi said, confused for a moment until he followed Omi’s gaze and saw Schuldich standing outside the shop, leaning against his red convertible. "Oh, yeah. My brother’s friend…" he said. Crawford will definitely be not happy to know that they’ve suddenly become blood relations. Omi had only seen Brad once when he dropped by to pick Nagi up and Omi must have…oh, well. There’s nothing he could do about it now.
Schuldich saw them looking and waved at them. /Hello, Nagi./
"I’ll be right back," Nagi told Omi as he headed out the door.
"Hey, brat! How come you sneaked off again?" Schuldich said as soon as Nagi stepped out into the pavement. "Having an early rendezvous with that little boyfriend of yours?"
"Shut up! Keep your voice down!" Nagi hissed. "What do you want?"
Schuldich opened the door to the passenger side of his car. "Get in. Brad’s looking for you."
"I’m busy," Nagi gritted out, motioning to the shop.
"If you don’t get in now, Brad’s gonna have your hide. Or maybe you want me to tell your little friend about those nasty dreams of yours, eh?"
"Asshole!" Nagi snapped. He squared his shoulders then said in a haughty tone. "Wait here while I get my things." He stormed back inside, as Schuldich gave a nasty chuckle.
"I have to go. My err—brother’s looking for me," Nagi said when he got back inside. He gathered his books and handed his notes to Nagi. "You can just copy them if you want."
"Hey, thanks," Omi said. "I’ll call you later, ok?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Don’t forget about ‘the plan’, alright? You promised."
"Yeah, yeah," Nagi said miserably.
"Oi, you going already?" Youji called out to him. Nagi didn’t answer but shot daggers in Youji’s direction.
Youji grinned. "Friendly as usual. Hey, Omi, come and help me out here!"
"Coming, Youji-kun!" Omi said. "Talk to you later, Nagi."
"Later," Nagi said watching Omi walk up to Youji before heading out of the shop.