Sunday 1.16: Math Assignment

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Omi closed his door behind him. He wondered what Ran had said to Aya that had helped so much. His stomach hurt.

Ran had explained it. Why did he just feel weird about that? Maybe he just couldn't picture Ran giving the kind of detailed explanation that would be necessary for this situation. But it was different. He wasn't Ran for them. He was, and probably always would be, Aya-kun to Omi.

I don't like it... I know I should respect the name change... and I of all people owe it to him after... But he shouldn't be Ran anymore. He's Weiß. Ran belongs with Aya-chan. And yet...

How could he deny the man the chance to have and love his sister? But what if it made him forget about Weiß? They needed him. He needed him. Omi couldn't think of the team still being strong without their swordsman.

Omi flopped down on his bed with a clipboard, a pencil, and a stapled packet of paper. As always, there was work to do. Homework. And again he thought of Yohji. What was the point.

In the first chart, predict the outcome of 50 consecutive coin tosses. Determine, record and justify the probability of being 100% accurate, 75% accurate, and 50% accurate. Test and record the results. In the second chart...

Omi let his head drop against the mattress. Yeah, he really had nothing better to do than flip a coin fifty times. He'd be faking this, he was sure.

I wonder if Aya-chan's assignment is this tedious.

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Having completely muddled through her math homework, Aya-Chan decided it was time for a break. Sticking her head into the hall, she listened for a moment for any hint of the other four inhabitants. Yohji's words were still ringing in her ears: You should have Ken or Omi take you out to the movies or something. It didn't sound at all like a bad idea, especially since the alternative was locking herself in her room and rechecking her homework. And that was definitely a lost cause.

Aya-Chan first peered towards Ran's room, but saw no sign of her brother. Perhaps he was still isolating himself. She crossed the hall towards Omi's room and raised a hand to knock on the door. But maybe he's working on his homework? the thought made her shrink back. It didn't seem right to disturb him just because she wasn't going to bother doing her homework correctly.

[Bleh... I'm so out of it right now.]

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Omi felt his eyes starting to droop as he stared at the pages before him. Almost done. Well, enough to get a C anyway. He didn't have it in him to play overachiever today.

Stomach growled. Oh yeah. You forgot to eat lunch, stupid. Omi sighed quietly and got up, walked to the door half in a daze of swirling numbers. A nap sounded so good.

He opened the door with his eyes on the lightswitch, flipping it off as he started for the kitchen. Just enough out of it that peripheral vision's handy message of "Watch out-- not a clear path ahead." suffered a critical delay.

Right into Aya he bumped, and boy did that jar him awake. What was she doing here? And just standing there! "Aya-chan!... What's going on? I wasn't expecting you here." Not that that wasn't obvious.

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"Oh!" Aya-Chan held onto the doorframe to steady herself, turning a little pink ; to think, being caught standing stupidly outside of Omi's room like this. "I... was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie with me." He wouldn't be walking out of his room if he were busy working on his homework... right?

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Omi's brain would have liked to take a six-week vacation right about then. It had to settle for six seconds.

Movie? Was she seriously...? Omi sputtered and stared in utter incoherence as he tried to wrap his brain around that.

She's asking me on a date. Oh my god... Aya-kun's going to kill me!

"S-seriously?! I-- I um..." Blush. Look all around. Nope. No escape. Crap. When -was- the last time a girl asked him on a date?

Help!

This was different from a trip to the store or eating dinner together at home. An evening movie, just the two of them?

No. Calm down. She couldn't mean it like that. Right? And he'd like to go. He enjoyed spending time with her. Omi took a breath and smiled, perhaps too broadly.

"Sure, that sounds like a lot of fun! I'll go get a bite to eat and we can leave."

Made a dash for the kitchen and ground to a halt. Looked over his shoulder with a great degree of worry. "Don't tell Yohji-kun."

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It wasn't as though she'd been planning to blab to Yohji, but Omi's last comment took Aya-Chan by surprise. "Why?"

She bit her lip as she glanced back towards Ran's room; the door was still open from where she left it before, and she couldn't hear anything from downstairs - not that Ran was one to make noises in the first place - but she felt weird leaving without at least apologizing.

... But at the same time, it hadn't looked like he wanted company last time she checked.

Aya-Chan turned her attention back on Omi, deciding that she'd have a nice long talk with him once she got back; the guy couldn't spend all night up on that rooftop as well, could he? "What would Yohji-Kun say?" Or do?

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It wasn't obvious? Omi thought at that moment that Aya clearly did not know Yohji as well as the rest of them. Perfectly natural given how much longer they'd been around him. All the same. Omi didn't think it took that long to get a general feel for the man's personality.

Saw the look at Ran's door. That just made Omi nervous all over again. Not a date. Casual outing. Nothing to worry about, right? But what if Ran didn't take it that way?

But on the other hand... not telling Ran would be stupid on a number of levels. It was like sneaking out. It was insensitive to his feelings. It left him uninformed of his sister's whereabouts, and what if he looked for her while they were gone and didn't know she'd left? Not telling Yohji was just to avoid being teased to death. It was strategic to let Ran know in advance.

Particularly if it was presented in the right way.

"He'd never let me hear the end of it. We should probably make sure your brother knows, though. I don't want him to worry where you are."

Having seemingly changed his mind about eating for the moment, Omi walked instead to Ran's open door and peeked in. Well, that explained why he hadn't come running out at Aya's request to see a movie together. Omi made a quiet noise of disappointment.

"I guess he's not in his room. I wonder where he is..."

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But Yohji had been the one who suggested the movie. Albeit, he'd suggested Omi and Ken, but from the looks of it, Ken wasn't in his room either, and one less person couldn't possibly change the situation that much... unless...?

"I guess he's not in his room. I wonder where he is..."

"Last time I saw him, he was on the roof."

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Omi blinked at Aya. "Oh. I see... Thanks." The roof? What was he doing on the roof?

"I'll meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes."

[Omi leaves for 1.15]

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Perhaps it had been a bad idea to have left Ran alone on the roof? But it was too late now to have the talk, especially with Omi hurrying up to talk to him. Instead, she took the time to scrawl a quick letter. Written explanation is better than no explanation.

Ran-niisan,

I was going to talk to you earlier, but I was afraid I'd be disturbing you up on the roof.

I just wanted to apologize for today's events. I know you must have been very upset about it, and my questions must not have made it any easier. I respect that there are things in your life that you don't want to tell me right now, but I hope that one day you'll feel comfortable enough to let me know. I want to be part of your life.

Perhaps we could sit down for a long conversation some time? Sometimes it feels as though I don't know you. And I'd like to know you. I want to know you.

Your loving sister,
Aya-Chan

It wasn't the world's greatest letter, but at least he'd know now that she was there for him. Even if it was killing her not knowing what was going on.

Quietly, she crept into his room and left the letter on his desk.