Title: Endless Circle
Epilogue - Requiem for a nightmare
Rated: R ? (it's not really graphic... actually, it's not graphic at all...)
Warnings: Umm Yaoi-ish stuff and lots of implied MxM stuff... and a little bit of Omi trauma stuff.
Legal stuff: Well... I think it's obvious but I'll state it anyway. I don't own Weiss or the song Endless Circle and umm... please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...
Special Thanks to: My editor for all of his hard work and to all of my readers. You guys are what truly make writing worth the effort. Thank you. Oh, and two special thanx go out to Shaeric Draconis and Foxie! You guys are the best! ^_^
IMPORTANT NOTES: Welcome back Kittens! Okay so the alternate title to this epilogue is: A Nightmare on Omi's Street. Why? Because the editor and I decided a bit of Omi trauma is funny at three in the morning with no sleep for us in the last two days. Anyway the ep starts out serious but trust me... it's really not. So to state things clearly, this is a HUMOR epilogue to lighten up a bit of the dismal appeal throughout the entire story known as: Endless Circle.
No this isn't exactly my normal style because I don't often write humor so if it turns out really bad... ummm... blame the Editor. Now with that all said and done, I really do hope you enjoy yourselves and I thank you once more for reading Endless Circle.
~*~
Yohji let out a breath of air as his eyes slid shut and his wandering mind came to a single focus. Biting his bottom lip he clung to the figure just above him and reopened his eyes to spy the red hair damply pressed against ivory pale skin. Strange perhaps but nothing short of perfect.
Omi muttered something softly to himself as he climbed the steps up to Yohji's room. He knew the playboy would probably be fast asleep by now but he needed to get a book that Yohji had borrowed sometime many months ago today, before school. Slipping in and slipping out of Yohji's room would prove to be no problem for Bombay, the little assassin.
Yohji should have known better then to leave his door unlocked but with the strange happenings of the morning, the door was the last thing on his mind. A sharp intake of a breath and he bit down hard against Aya's shoulder to stifle any noise he was about to make. As his vision began to blur against the tears and wild emotions racing through his brain he noticed his door open then be rapidly closed by a short figure of a boy with blond hair and blue eyes. His concerns would have reached out farther towards Omi if all of his coherent thoughts hadn't been shortened by Aya.
"Oh my gawd." Omi squeaked into the hand covering his mouth as he ran downstairs as fast as his legs would carry him.
He somehow managed to stumble into a kitchen chair and resume a state of motionlessness so his mind could work out what he just saw. Walking in on Yohji with a female date was one thing, half of them had done that already, but walking in on Yohji with a guy was another thing entirely. More so when that other guy was a fellow teammate.... and that fellow teammate was AYA of all people!
His thoughts spun around in his head and he continued to sit motionless even when Ken wandered down into the kitchen area to find Omi in a comatose state. Ken tucked a lock of dark brown hair behind one ear and blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Omi was just.... sitting there.
"You okay there Omi?" Ken asked as he moved a little closer.
"I don't know." came forth a murmur from the youngest.
"You want to talk about it?"
"Not if you paid me."
Ken opened his mouth again but was cut off by the sound of the older two teammates making their way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. As if he were shocked and given life, Omi leapt from his seat when his eyes fell upon Aya then Yohji.
"Woah there Chibi, you feeling okay?" Yohji smiled lightly and Omi visibly paled.
"Fine!" The young blond squeaked, "Everything's fine.... fine. I- I'm going into the kitchen... where everything is fine... in the kitchen. I'm fine."
An enormously heavy silence weighted down upon them so thick that someone could dull a knife trying to cut it.
"O-" Yohji started and in that same instant that he started and blinked; Omi was gone. "Kay..." He finished and then blinked twice like the other two who were just about at the same level of confusion as he was.
"Man, what's with him today?" Ken asked softly, barely over the noise of the banging pots and pans in the kitchen area.
Aya and Yohji looked at each other then Yohji made a passive shrug to say that neither of them really knew what was going on. Lie or not, Ken believed it. Ken yawned and shook his head lightly then did a double take at Yohji before averting his eyes to his watch. He checked his wrist band then tapped it before holding it up to his ear to make -sure- it was working properly.
"Well, the watch and other clocks are working just fine... that must mean that hell has finally frozen over," he muttered to himself while turning to get a clear shot at Yohji. "What are you doing up at six am? Did Aya drag you out of bed?"
"And onto the floor."
"Wow, you're mean, Aya..." Ken shook his head at the redhead then glanced at the ex-detective, "Hope he didn't hurt you too bad Yohji..."
"You know, I'm a little sore but I think I'll be alright." A small smile was sent to Aya just as four pans fell from Omi's hands to the floor in a large clatter with an arrangement of colorful words and other loud noises.
The three looked at each other before Ken finally made an effort to do a little more then sit and stare. He clambered to his feet and made his way slowly into the kitchen where he found a rather flustered and red-faced Omi trying to stuff as many tissues up his nose in an mad dash to stop an inevitable nose bleed. Ken couldn't exactly make out what Omi muttered but it sounded like some sort of ritual prayer... or perhaps it was just a stream of hushed profanity, it was really hard to tell.
"Omi?" Ken lifted an eyebrow to watch the young boy turn and look at him right when Yohji had decided to walk in.
Omi practically leaped to a far end of the room while doing his best to become one with the counters. Ken continued to stare blankly while Yohji reached a fruit bowl and pulled out a banana. Omi's eyes enlarged once Yohji started to unpeal it then go on to eat the piece of offending fruit much to Omi's horror.
"Oi!" Yohji said after a minute, allowing his jade green eyes to settle on Omi, "I'm sorry bishounen, did you want some?"
"No!"
"Carrot then?" Yohji offered lifting up a hand with a carrot in it.
"I want a carrot!" Ken bubbled while he merely, and rather obviously, made his way towards Yohji.
"NO!" Omi screamed then dashed out of the kitchen.
Ken took the carrot then looked in the direction Omi had went, "I guess he doesn't like vegetables..."
"No, it's not that," Yohji shook his head, "it's the fruits he doesn't like."
"Oh."
Running out of the frying pan and straight into the fire, Omi smacked into Aya as he bounded a corner towards the stairs. Aya instinctively reached out to brace the smaller one when the boy darted out of his reach.
"No, no, no!" He shook his head in half hysteria, "Don't touch me!" And in a streak of blond hair and colorful clothing Omi had vanished up the stairs leaving Aya a little more then just confused.
About a half an hour passed and the house had once more fallen into a serene state of quiet. Omi had yet to come out of his room and Ken was in the shower which left Aya and Yohji the couches and chairs in the living room to do as they pleased. Though despite what some might think, nothing more harmful then an "accidental" brush of the hand ever transpired there.
Aya shifted a bit as he turned another page in his book and became more increasingly aware of Yohji leaning on the back of the couch while reading over his shoulder. Normally, he would have maimed anyone for this, but today... today Yohji was in his good graces so he would save him a serious maiming and settle for a little roughing up later.
"Can you see okay?" Aya's darker voice swirled through the dimly lit room to Yohji who just grinned.
"I got a great view from here, thanks." Yohji's grin grew like a Cheshire cat's and caused Aya to pause as he glanced at Yohji then simply shook his head and went back to reading. He'd let that slide for now.
Perhaps only five more minutes drifted by when Ken emerged from the steamy bathroom looking faintly worried. He slowly inched towards Omi's room then gave it a gentle knock so as not to startle the one living with in.
"Omi? You better get going or you're going to be late for school..."
"I'm not going."
Ken arched an eyebrow, "Why not?"
"I'm never leaving my room again."
"Why?"
"Because, I'm not coming out until things are normal again."
"What do you mean by normal? Everything is fine out here and everyone is in a good mood. Hell, even Yohji is in a good mood today..."
Ken listened closely as he heard a sharp crash and a muffled frustrated scream which gave him the idea that he had better leave the door area before he was a victim of Omi's unusual attitude. And so the day went on without Omi; lucky for all of them Aya had decided that they would close the shop early that day though he didn't give a reason. He was Aya after all, he never needed a reason even -when- Ken was dying to know. Oh well, such is life.
About dinner time the youngest member of Weiss had deemed it fit to emerge from his room and cautiously make his way down stairs. Ken was sitting at the head of the table reading a news paper that he never had a chance to read while Yohji and Aya sat across from each other eating in silence. Upon sensing Omi enter the room Yohji flickered his eyes over towards the boy and offered him a smile. Omi was stressed out much more then usual and it showed all over his face. Yohji new why but explained to the others that Omi is just in one of those 'burn out' phases and it would quickly pass. The last part was entirely questionable but he, being Kudou Yohji, played it off so beautifully that the other two never bothered to (and probably never will bother to) question it.
"Hey Ominittchi..." Yohji spoke softly and noticed the boy jump a little, "We saved you some dinner."
Omi watched the older blond as he dished out some food onto a plate then held it out as an offering to Omi. One egg roll and two rice balls conspicuously placed onto his plate was enough to make Omi faint and hit the floor with a heavy 'thud'. Aya stared at the body then shot a look in the direction of their recently 'ex-playboy' who merely shrugged.
"Wow!" Ken shouted from behind his paper. "I can't believe this! There is an article about some girl getting together with her boss. Man, that's so stupid, everyone knows that you should never get with someone you work with." He huffed a little and rolled his eyes, "Pssh...I mean, the only stupider thing you could do is date someone that you live with..."
It was about then that the paper was promptly snatched from Ken's hands and crumbled together in Aya's just before the redhead threw the whole thing into the trash.
"Don't be so negative, Ken." Aya frowned then looked towards a window.
There was a brief pause before Ken opened his mouth again, "Ano... what's Omi doing on the floor?"
~*~
Fin.
AN: Want a serious Epilogue? If so, tell me through a review! If not.... write me a review anyway? That'd be terrific. Anyway, take care and have fun out there in the fan fiction kingdom everyone!
Epilogue - Requiem for a nightmare
Rated: R ? (it's not really graphic... actually, it's not graphic at all...)
Warnings: Umm Yaoi-ish stuff and lots of implied MxM stuff... and a little bit of Omi trauma stuff.
Legal stuff: Well... I think it's obvious but I'll state it anyway. I don't own Weiss or the song Endless Circle and umm... please don't sue me? I'm poor... seriously...
Special Thanks to: My editor for all of his hard work and to all of my readers. You guys are what truly make writing worth the effort. Thank you. Oh, and two special thanx go out to Shaeric Draconis and Foxie! You guys are the best! ^_^
IMPORTANT NOTES: Welcome back Kittens! Okay so the alternate title to this epilogue is: A Nightmare on Omi's Street. Why? Because the editor and I decided a bit of Omi trauma is funny at three in the morning with no sleep for us in the last two days. Anyway the ep starts out serious but trust me... it's really not. So to state things clearly, this is a HUMOR epilogue to lighten up a bit of the dismal appeal throughout the entire story known as: Endless Circle.
No this isn't exactly my normal style because I don't often write humor so if it turns out really bad... ummm... blame the Editor. Now with that all said and done, I really do hope you enjoy yourselves and I thank you once more for reading Endless Circle.
~*~
Yohji let out a breath of air as his eyes slid shut and his wandering mind came to a single focus. Biting his bottom lip he clung to the figure just above him and reopened his eyes to spy the red hair damply pressed against ivory pale skin. Strange perhaps but nothing short of perfect.
Omi muttered something softly to himself as he climbed the steps up to Yohji's room. He knew the playboy would probably be fast asleep by now but he needed to get a book that Yohji had borrowed sometime many months ago today, before school. Slipping in and slipping out of Yohji's room would prove to be no problem for Bombay, the little assassin.
Yohji should have known better then to leave his door unlocked but with the strange happenings of the morning, the door was the last thing on his mind. A sharp intake of a breath and he bit down hard against Aya's shoulder to stifle any noise he was about to make. As his vision began to blur against the tears and wild emotions racing through his brain he noticed his door open then be rapidly closed by a short figure of a boy with blond hair and blue eyes. His concerns would have reached out farther towards Omi if all of his coherent thoughts hadn't been shortened by Aya.
"Oh my gawd." Omi squeaked into the hand covering his mouth as he ran downstairs as fast as his legs would carry him.
He somehow managed to stumble into a kitchen chair and resume a state of motionlessness so his mind could work out what he just saw. Walking in on Yohji with a female date was one thing, half of them had done that already, but walking in on Yohji with a guy was another thing entirely. More so when that other guy was a fellow teammate.... and that fellow teammate was AYA of all people!
His thoughts spun around in his head and he continued to sit motionless even when Ken wandered down into the kitchen area to find Omi in a comatose state. Ken tucked a lock of dark brown hair behind one ear and blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Omi was just.... sitting there.
"You okay there Omi?" Ken asked as he moved a little closer.
"I don't know." came forth a murmur from the youngest.
"You want to talk about it?"
"Not if you paid me."
Ken opened his mouth again but was cut off by the sound of the older two teammates making their way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. As if he were shocked and given life, Omi leapt from his seat when his eyes fell upon Aya then Yohji.
"Woah there Chibi, you feeling okay?" Yohji smiled lightly and Omi visibly paled.
"Fine!" The young blond squeaked, "Everything's fine.... fine. I- I'm going into the kitchen... where everything is fine... in the kitchen. I'm fine."
An enormously heavy silence weighted down upon them so thick that someone could dull a knife trying to cut it.
"O-" Yohji started and in that same instant that he started and blinked; Omi was gone. "Kay..." He finished and then blinked twice like the other two who were just about at the same level of confusion as he was.
"Man, what's with him today?" Ken asked softly, barely over the noise of the banging pots and pans in the kitchen area.
Aya and Yohji looked at each other then Yohji made a passive shrug to say that neither of them really knew what was going on. Lie or not, Ken believed it. Ken yawned and shook his head lightly then did a double take at Yohji before averting his eyes to his watch. He checked his wrist band then tapped it before holding it up to his ear to make -sure- it was working properly.
"Well, the watch and other clocks are working just fine... that must mean that hell has finally frozen over," he muttered to himself while turning to get a clear shot at Yohji. "What are you doing up at six am? Did Aya drag you out of bed?"
"And onto the floor."
"Wow, you're mean, Aya..." Ken shook his head at the redhead then glanced at the ex-detective, "Hope he didn't hurt you too bad Yohji..."
"You know, I'm a little sore but I think I'll be alright." A small smile was sent to Aya just as four pans fell from Omi's hands to the floor in a large clatter with an arrangement of colorful words and other loud noises.
The three looked at each other before Ken finally made an effort to do a little more then sit and stare. He clambered to his feet and made his way slowly into the kitchen where he found a rather flustered and red-faced Omi trying to stuff as many tissues up his nose in an mad dash to stop an inevitable nose bleed. Ken couldn't exactly make out what Omi muttered but it sounded like some sort of ritual prayer... or perhaps it was just a stream of hushed profanity, it was really hard to tell.
"Omi?" Ken lifted an eyebrow to watch the young boy turn and look at him right when Yohji had decided to walk in.
Omi practically leaped to a far end of the room while doing his best to become one with the counters. Ken continued to stare blankly while Yohji reached a fruit bowl and pulled out a banana. Omi's eyes enlarged once Yohji started to unpeal it then go on to eat the piece of offending fruit much to Omi's horror.
"Oi!" Yohji said after a minute, allowing his jade green eyes to settle on Omi, "I'm sorry bishounen, did you want some?"
"No!"
"Carrot then?" Yohji offered lifting up a hand with a carrot in it.
"I want a carrot!" Ken bubbled while he merely, and rather obviously, made his way towards Yohji.
"NO!" Omi screamed then dashed out of the kitchen.
Ken took the carrot then looked in the direction Omi had went, "I guess he doesn't like vegetables..."
"No, it's not that," Yohji shook his head, "it's the fruits he doesn't like."
"Oh."
Running out of the frying pan and straight into the fire, Omi smacked into Aya as he bounded a corner towards the stairs. Aya instinctively reached out to brace the smaller one when the boy darted out of his reach.
"No, no, no!" He shook his head in half hysteria, "Don't touch me!" And in a streak of blond hair and colorful clothing Omi had vanished up the stairs leaving Aya a little more then just confused.
About a half an hour passed and the house had once more fallen into a serene state of quiet. Omi had yet to come out of his room and Ken was in the shower which left Aya and Yohji the couches and chairs in the living room to do as they pleased. Though despite what some might think, nothing more harmful then an "accidental" brush of the hand ever transpired there.
Aya shifted a bit as he turned another page in his book and became more increasingly aware of Yohji leaning on the back of the couch while reading over his shoulder. Normally, he would have maimed anyone for this, but today... today Yohji was in his good graces so he would save him a serious maiming and settle for a little roughing up later.
"Can you see okay?" Aya's darker voice swirled through the dimly lit room to Yohji who just grinned.
"I got a great view from here, thanks." Yohji's grin grew like a Cheshire cat's and caused Aya to pause as he glanced at Yohji then simply shook his head and went back to reading. He'd let that slide for now.
Perhaps only five more minutes drifted by when Ken emerged from the steamy bathroom looking faintly worried. He slowly inched towards Omi's room then gave it a gentle knock so as not to startle the one living with in.
"Omi? You better get going or you're going to be late for school..."
"I'm not going."
Ken arched an eyebrow, "Why not?"
"I'm never leaving my room again."
"Why?"
"Because, I'm not coming out until things are normal again."
"What do you mean by normal? Everything is fine out here and everyone is in a good mood. Hell, even Yohji is in a good mood today..."
Ken listened closely as he heard a sharp crash and a muffled frustrated scream which gave him the idea that he had better leave the door area before he was a victim of Omi's unusual attitude. And so the day went on without Omi; lucky for all of them Aya had decided that they would close the shop early that day though he didn't give a reason. He was Aya after all, he never needed a reason even -when- Ken was dying to know. Oh well, such is life.
About dinner time the youngest member of Weiss had deemed it fit to emerge from his room and cautiously make his way down stairs. Ken was sitting at the head of the table reading a news paper that he never had a chance to read while Yohji and Aya sat across from each other eating in silence. Upon sensing Omi enter the room Yohji flickered his eyes over towards the boy and offered him a smile. Omi was stressed out much more then usual and it showed all over his face. Yohji new why but explained to the others that Omi is just in one of those 'burn out' phases and it would quickly pass. The last part was entirely questionable but he, being Kudou Yohji, played it off so beautifully that the other two never bothered to (and probably never will bother to) question it.
"Hey Ominittchi..." Yohji spoke softly and noticed the boy jump a little, "We saved you some dinner."
Omi watched the older blond as he dished out some food onto a plate then held it out as an offering to Omi. One egg roll and two rice balls conspicuously placed onto his plate was enough to make Omi faint and hit the floor with a heavy 'thud'. Aya stared at the body then shot a look in the direction of their recently 'ex-playboy' who merely shrugged.
"Wow!" Ken shouted from behind his paper. "I can't believe this! There is an article about some girl getting together with her boss. Man, that's so stupid, everyone knows that you should never get with someone you work with." He huffed a little and rolled his eyes, "Pssh...I mean, the only stupider thing you could do is date someone that you live with..."
It was about then that the paper was promptly snatched from Ken's hands and crumbled together in Aya's just before the redhead threw the whole thing into the trash.
"Don't be so negative, Ken." Aya frowned then looked towards a window.
There was a brief pause before Ken opened his mouth again, "Ano... what's Omi doing on the floor?"
~*~
Fin.
AN: Want a serious Epilogue? If so, tell me through a review! If not.... write me a review anyway? That'd be terrific. Anyway, take care and have fun out there in the fan fiction kingdom everyone!