Menage a Trois- Part Two
An Omi+Nagi+Youji Fanfic
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"No way, no sir, uhuh, I'm not doing it!"
"But Nagi-kun--"
There was an excessive shaking of the head. "No, I'm not doing it!" Nagi declared along with a resolute stamping of his foot.
Clear blue eyes widened, shining with the threat of unshed tears.
"But you said you'd help me," Omi said softly, voice cracking. The package he held was clutched to his chest and his expression was heartmelting. It made a rather endearing picture, really.
Nagi's breath came out in an exasperated whoosh. "Yes, I did say I'd help you BUT I didn't say I'd do everything for you!"
"But...but..." Omi paused to shift the package in his hands and raised an arm to press his eyes against the sleeve of his V-necked shirt. Nagi thought he heard the Weiss boy sniffle.
"K'so..." Nagi muttered under his breath then threw up his hands. "Alright, alright, I'll do it, okay? Happy now?" he gritted out.
"Hontou ni?" Omi asked, blinking up at him. "Yatta! You're the best, Nagi!" he cried happily. "Here," he said, handing over the package he was holding to Nagi. "You'll need that."
Nagi snuck a peek inside and caught the smell of scented paper.
"What? I'm using this?! This is--"
Omi pouted and Nagi quickly shut his mouth.
There was a sound of door opening at the hall.
"Damn, they're here already?" Nagi said.
Omi quickly scrambled up from his seated position on the carpeted floor of Nagi's posh living room. "Then I guess I'll be going," he said, grabbing his backpack and shooting a nervous glance at the hall.
"Yeah, I guess," Nagi said, scowling. Talk about bad timing! He had anticipated at least three more hours alone in the house with Omi. A perfectly good opportunity wasted! And he even had all his moves planned out already. He muttered silent curses as he followed Omi out into the hall.
"Leaving so soon, little boy?"
Omi froze as he came face to face with Farfello at the door. He backed away slowly as the Irishman grinned down at him, tongue flicking out to lick at the sharp end of the pocket knife he held in his hand.
"Stop scaring him!" Nagi snapped as he came up behind them.
Farfello's good eye flicked over to Nagi in surprise. Then he began to chuckle softly--a smooth, throaty sound that sent chills down Omi's spine.
"So, my little Nagi is in a bad mood, ne?" Farfello observed as he slid past Omi to stand beside Nagi. Omi watched in utter surprise as Farfello lifted a hand to caress Nagi's cheek. Then he bend down slightly and in a not so quiet whisper, said in Nagi's ear, "Don't worry, chibi. I'll make you feel better later." And with that, Farfello's tongue flicked out, tracing a quick curve against the delicate shape of Nagi's ear.
Frightened out of his wits, Omi was quick to bolt out the door--and plowed right into Nagi's brother (*cough*Brad).
"Well, hello there, pretty boy." Omi looked up at the owner of the voice who had an arm around the shoulder of the bespectacled man he had just ran into.
"It's Omi, isn't it? Nagi's friend?" Schuldich asked him pleasantly, leaning his body comfortably against Brad as he flashed Omi his most disarming smile.
Omi nodded stiffly, his tongue at the moment, stuck to the roof of his mouth. He swallowed nervously as Brad peered down at him from behind his glasses, eyes cool and expressionless.
"He's leaving now," cut in a very pissed-off Nagi who had just stepped through the door. Farfello who was inside was doubled up on the floor behind him, laughing his guts out at his little joke.
Nagi stopped short when he saw Schuldich draped all over Brad. Then his eyes narrowed and he grabbed Omi by the arm and hauled him off to the elevator at the end of the corridor.
"Jerks! They're all jerks!" Nagi hissed furiously as he walked beside Omi.
"Ne, Nagi-kun--" Omi started to say but Nagi cut him off as he punched open the button of the elevator door and guided Omi inside.
"I'll see you tomorrow at school," Nagi said as the doors closed between them.
Then, he turned on his heels and stormed back to their apartment.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?!" he bellowed as soon as he was back inside.
"What?" asked Schuldich innocently as he sprawled down on the sofa, obviously trying his best to keep from bursting out into laughter. Even Brad who was now at the mini bar at the side of the room seemed to be keeping back a smile.
"And YOU!" Nagi said jabbing a finger at Farfello who was now beside the coffeetable, knife poised over the package Omi had given him.
He marched over to where Farfello was and snatched the packet from his hands. "Don't touch that!"
He positioned himself so that he faced all three Schwarz member and glared at them with his hands placed on his hips.
"Damn it! You guys set me up! You knew he'd be here! Farfie, you ass! What the hell was that for? And what's the deal with you?" he shot daggers in Schuldich and Brad's direction. "I sure as hell know, Brad's NOT gay!"
Schuldich arched an eyebrow. "Oh, is that so?" He looked behind him to exchange glances with Brad.
Nagi's face grew bright red with anger. A sounds of cracking glass could be heard and the floor began to shake.
"Uhoh..." breathed Farfello. "Nagi's mad now.I told you we shouldn't have done it, Schu."
"Shut up!" Schuldich hissed. He turned back to Crawford. "Brad, calm him down! You're part of this too!"
Not pleased at Schuldich having the nerve to actually order him around, he merely shrugged his shoulders and said, "It was your idea. You deal with it." Then he walked out of the room, unruffled.
"Shit!" Schuldich said, raking his hands through his hair. He flinched as the glass window behind Nagi shattered into a thousand pieces. Kuso. Brad is definitely gonna take that off his paycheck.
"Hey, Nagi," he said, standing up, raising his hands in surrender. "Look I'm sorry ok. Let me make it up to you." He kicked Farfello as he walked towards the boy whose eyes were glazed over with anger.
"Yeah," piped in Farfello. "Schuldich could be your slave. He'll do anything you tell him."
Schuldich glared at Farfello.
Then the floor stopped shaking.
"Really? Anything?" Nagi smiled sweetly at them.
Schu and Farfie sweatdropped.
"Here," Nagi said, tossing the package he held into Schu's hands. "You guys make me a love letter. Addressed to Youji Kudou. And I need it tomorrow, understand."
Schuldich and Farfello could only stare at him.
"Well, it's understood then," Nagi said briskly as if he hadn't been in the middle of a rampage moments ago. He started for his room. "Just leave it at the kitchen table when you're done, I'll get it tomorrow before I go to school," he said before he disappeared from the room.
Schuldich and Farfello were left to give each other bewildered looks. Then after a minute, Schuldich settled down beside the Irishman by the coffeetable and said, "Got a pen?"