Monday 1.12 - Insert witty thread title here BLEH

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Omi went straight to his room and closed himself off behind its door, cheeks still burning with embarrassment. Now what? He hadn't at all forgotten that he'd made a rather blatant promise to Ken for their evening's activities, and he hadn't forgotten the reasons for it. Ken needed it. He thought it would help. He needed Omi to control him, to be socially confident and commanding and honest and direct. In short, everything that flew right in the face of who he actually was.

He lightly thunked his head back against the door and stared mournfully at the ceiling. Think, Tsukiyono. What was the best strategy here? Ken was not going to need those things any less just because Yohji had managed to say something stupid and Omi had managed to overhear it. But there had to be some way to...

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"You in the mood for company?" Ken called quietly through the door.

It had taken Ken a few minutes to make his way up to Omi's door. He hadn't waffled so much as mulled things over in his mind. He came to the conclusion that whether it was Ran who upset him or (please please please no) overhearing what was said, Ken would let him decide if he wanted to be around anyone.

Ken could be patient when he had to be. Hell, hadn't he waited this long? Barely? He stuck his hands in his pockets and rocked on his heels a little, waiting for a response.

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Ken's voice cut through Omi's thoughts, demanding his full attention. There was that familiar, unassuming, ever-welcoming voice of the person Omi had always been able to turn to when he wanted just that: company.

For a moment, Omi forgot about the discomfort of Yohji's remark.

He smiled resignedly at the same spot at the ceiling that had held his stare for the last few minutes, and after a slight pause, turned and cracked the door open, an appreciative eye and a bashful smile peeking out from the sliver.

Another pause, and without a word, Omi hid behind the door and opened it wider to let Ken inside.

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Ken watched the door open and let out a breath he didn't even realize he'd held. He still couldn't really gauge Omi's mood very well, but if he was being let inside...it couldn't be all that bad.

He stepped over the threshold, his hands still in his pockets so he wouldn't fidgit too much. He turned to Omi once he was inside.

"Hi." Warmly neutral, a little uncertain, but present.

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Omi still carried traces of a blush on his cheeks. He softly closed the door once Ken was inside again, and discreetly turned the lock. Deep down, he knew where this meeting was going to go. Though anxiety embroidered the fibers of his skin and left a faint tingle in his nerves, he didn't feel afraid or suffer any doubt in his mind it was the right choice.

"Hi." Just as warm, just as uncertain. Omi had no idea what to say next, though his mouth was making valiant attempts to croak out something else.

He finally gave up, sighed, and stepped closer, hiding his face in Ken's chest as he put his arms around him.

Some things simply couldn't be said with words.

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{{Continuation of this thread can be found on my journal, just click the little person. WARNING: This is an NC-17 thread!}}

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Ran exited Aya-chan's room feeling as unsettled as when he'd entered, despite feeling more secure that his sister still wanted to be around him. Caring for someone who had as many problems as he did, who could make her own choices and was never garaunteed to decide to stay with him, was not the same as watching over someone asleep. He would never prefer her more manageable. But this was not the first time he felt incompetent as a brother.

He wished his parents were still alive.

Ran stopped outside of Omi's door, and the force of his anger at the thought caused him to knock harder on the door than he'd intended. Don't be a foolish idiot, Fujimiya. That's a useless thought. You can't afford those.

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Had Omi's mind not been so distracted and distant as it tumbled through everything that had just happened and not happened in every possible direction-- including inside out and backwards-- Ran's knock probably would not have been quite as startling as it was.

Unfortunately, Omi's mind was in such a tumble when the knock came. And Omi jumped, and Omi cried out as though he'd cut himself-- smooth, Tsukiyono. Was it Ken again? Maybe he forgot something. Or wanted to try talking now oh but Omi didn't even know what to say anymore! And it had all seemed so much clearer before Ken had pulled him to the bed and--

Omi looked at the door and turned off the faucet water... how long had he had his hands under there anyway? The warm water was so soothing and mesmerizing, and he'd just drifted off. He shook the extra water from his fingers and wiped them on his shorts as though it were sweat.

Swallowing once, Omi opened the door and double-took.

"Aya-kun...!"

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Omi looked...guilty, Ran decided. There were finger-shaped wet streaks on his shirt. He made a second decision that he probably didn't want to know.

Ran nodded at him. The use of his Weiss name registered, but he let it go. That was why he needed some time to himself. "I'm going out for a bit. Will you be here for Aya-chan?"

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Trying to transition a brain from hiding a sexual encounter from Ran to Aya-chan, who Omi couldn't deny to be cute, was something Omi hoped he never had to do again, because connecting those two concepts in thought alone made him feel ten times more nervous, and he hadn't even done anything with--!

Omi's cheeks flushed furiously. "H-h-hai! I'll be here! Have fun! I mean..." Okay. That was definitely not an 'Aya' reason to go out. "Good luck? I..."

Just stop now, Tsukiyono. You're better off not. saying. another. word.

He smiled as widely as he could through the strain of trying to hold it and waved goodbye and please for the love of god don't ask Aya-kun I swear I didn't mean to think of her that way don't kill me.

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Ran gave Omi a look despite himself but nodded. "Thank you." He trusted the team's young leader, even as shifty as he was being, to watch his sister if he agreed to. Irresponsible was something Omi was not.

If he didn't have an opportunity for precious time, he might have stayed to question Omi. As it was, he stored his behavior away to look into later.

A thought gave him pause on the stairway.

He hadn't been able to look very far into Omi's room. Omi nearly always invited them in or at least opened his door wide.

Ran shook his head. There was no way it was what he'd almost thought. None. Who with, besides?

He'd spent too much time with his teammates. Which is also why he needed to walk.

He continued on his way.

[Ran leaves for Sunday1.13]

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[Correction: Ran leaves for Sunday1.11]