Title: Omi
By: Isabella Kraft
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SDA...
He had fallen asleep on my lap before the show was over.
It was funny because honestly, I never noticed his head slowly side into my lap to begin with. And funny because he seemed to find nothing wrong with nestling his head against my thigh and falling sleep. It was cute.
He was cute. Sometimes I find it hard to believe that Omi’s seventeen, other times I find it hard to believe that he’s only seventeen...but for completely different reasons. Then again, I suppose it isn’t that strange ... I was seventeen once, young idealistic, proud, a new recruit for the J-League. I had my whole life going the way I wanted it.
I find myself idolly stroking his hair as I think about this, a cold, bitter, but determined look masking whatever pain interferes.
I was so different from him when I was seventeen, I dropped out of highschool to play soccer and thought that caution was nonsense in that regard. I was never any good at school, I was good at soccer, what is the use of training in something you can’t excel at?
Omi moaned a little, and I froze thinking that he had been awaked by my soft tending, but no he snuggles closer and falls deeper into his sleep. I smile, his hair is so soft, as is his skin, and his lips. My fingers amble down these features and I am fascinated by him.
It’s at the base of his neck that things begin to change. The skin is still baby soft, but lying under it is the hard landscape of crafted muscle.
He’s so...... happy, about his life, and I don’t understand it. I can be happy, but not like Omi is happy. He doesn’t seem to realize that our lives are miserable, but then why should he....he has a future.
It horrifies me that one so young should be thrown into the same deadend, meaningless life as the rest of us. There’s so much he can still do....
I do not notice his eyes softly flutter open at first, I continued stroking the side of his face gently without any concern for what he might be thinking about my action. That was until he said, voice laden with sleep, “Ken-kun?”
It was soft like a yawn, but it startled me so much my hand jerked away from him like I had been burned. “Hai...hai... did I wake you?”
Those soft lids half closed and he smiled, not a toothy grin, just firm pressing of his lips. Still I felt warm when I saw it.
He said ‘no’ even though we both know that I had. For a moment he snuggled back down into my lap and I thought he was going back to sleep. “O.....Omi?”
I kicked myself when he sat up, I was beginning to enjoy his presence. Surely he had interpreted that trace of discomfort in my voice.
“Gomen,” he yawned. “You should have woken me up when I fell asleep...”
“No...it’s ok,” I said. “I actually didn’t notice at first...and then I couldn’t bear to wake you..”
I trailed off, suddenly feeling as if I was beginning to sound really stupid.
He blinked and stared at me. God only knows what he was thinking now. I fumbled with the words racing through my mind. Should I elaborate? Take it back? Apologize? “You look cute when your asleep....”
He smiled again and I knew it was the right thing to tell him. “So how did the movie end?”
Crap, I didn’t know...I had been watching him sleep through the last thirty minutes. “Ahhh...I was half asleep myself” I lied.
He laughed, “maybe we should call it a night then.”
“No!” I said impulsively. Damnit, why the hell was I so forceful? Now he was sure to know something was up. “Ahhhh...I don’t think I could sleep, Yohji’s probably won’t be back until morning, and Aya won’t come out of his room...so...I’m sort of bored...”
That was a lie, while we would be alone for the rest of the night, I just didn’t want him to leave. “How about.....” I began. “We play a game?”
I’ve always loved the way his eyes sparkled when he got excited. “Okay,” he agreed easily. “What kind of game”
“Ohhhh...” I moaned. “This isn’t fair.....”
He snickered and took another shot, “it was your idea....”
“Yeah....Line this up with the stupidest things I’ve ever suggested...there’s no way I can win this is there?”
He laughed again, “probably not...”
I was playing darts with Omi. At the time it seemed like a pretty good idea. I was an okay shot, and there was nothing strange or suspicious about two guys playing darts. But somehow the fact that Omi killed people with these things on a daily basis was never factered into my plan’s conception.
That proved to be its fatal flaw...
Omi threw his last shot....another bullseye.
“You lose,” he teased. “That makes the score what? Omi: 3 Ken: 0...”
“Yeah....well...one more time!”
Omi laughed, “why? You’re not bad Ken, but I’m not going to let you win.”
“We’ll see...” I said as I pulled out our darts from the board, and handed his share. “Don’t you ever miss?”
“Never with a stationary target......” He pulled his arm back to take his first shot, one eyes squinting closed to refine his aim. Then with a quick jerk at his elbow...
I pushed him.
He fell forward only a little, but the damage was done, his dart curved downward and bounced off the wall below the target.
Omi scowled at me. “Well....” I said, “first time for everything...”
I threw my first dart while he was trying to say something, happy when it landed in the third ring. “And Ken takes the lead!!”
Omi’s frown deepened. “You cheat,”
“Who me?....Not my fault you tripped..” I was purposely beginning as smug as possible, just to tick him off. I don’t know why I was taking such pleasure from annoying him but....it was fun and surprisingly satisfying.
He took a few steps away from me, and kept one eye alert for my movements just in case. He pulled back and threw his second dart.
Bullseye....again.
“Nice shot,” I commented, but he said nothing in response. A kissed my second dart, “don’t fail me now...”
I pulled back to throw it, my right arm momentarily blocking out my side vision, which was all that Omi needed to tackle me in midthrow.
“ACKK!!!” I yipped as he suddenly had me pinned to the ground. “Pervert! Get off me!!”
“Not until you admit to being a no good cheat!!”
“NEVER!!! You’ll have to torture it out of me!!” We struggled, and although I was a good twenty pounds heavier then Omi, he had remarkable upperbody strength and was successful in pining me to the floor. I grinned, savoring the feeling of Omi’s well crafted muscles working against mine as we wrestled and wondering if I had planned this from the very beginning.
“RAPE!!!! RAPE!!!!!” I screamed out, and was rewarded by Omi’s laughter.
“Admit it!!!”
“Neh,” I grinned. “I think you planned this....”
“Oh yeah right!”
“What the matter Omi? Ouka not giving you enough?”
I couldn’t help laugh when he suddenly stop wrestling and turned thirty different shades of red. “Shutup...” he mumbled.
Then he seemed to snap and before I knew it he was pulling my shirt out from my pants.
“OMI?!!?!” My eyes grew wide. “You know I was just kidding about the rape thin--hehehehehe....hehe stop that!!!”
He was tickling me....We had gone from a platonic game of darts, to wrestling on the floor, to tickle torture. Somehow my plan to spend time with Omi without making things uncomfortable had failed miserably.
“Admit it!” he demanded. My body was twisting under his as I tried to free myself
“hehehehehehe...okay...*choke*hehehehe*gag*...I’M A CHEAT!!!”
“Good,” he said, his hands stopped moving, but to my surprise he didn’t withdraw them. They were still resting gently on my chest as it rose and fell with each hurried breath. I looked up to find him watching me curiously, but it was an image that I only just caught as he blushed and looked away.
He seemed ashamed of what we were doing, but yet he kept his hands where they were, as if he was afraid to move them. The back of my hand stroked the side of his face again, ”Omi?”
I tried it sit up a little, my leg moving up to keep it from numbing and with it a sudden discovery. The surprise must have registered on my face, because he blushed again, deeper this time. “Oh,” I said quietly, not knowing how to move from here on. What did he want me to do? Was he serious? Or had the closeness and exertion of our little match caused his body to betray him?
“Gomen.....” he whispered softly, then slowly began to move away.
I may not have known what he wanted, but I sure as hell knew what I wanted right then. Two fingers pushed his chin up to look at me. Once our eyes met he froze again, waiting for me to judge him I suppose. Instead I brushed my lips over his.
I can hear the air quickly being sucked into his lungs as he gasped. He was surprised, but not enough to pull away. I couldn’t tell whether he liked our kiss or not, just that he did not stop it, and did not protest when I wrapped one arm around his waist.
There was no point in making it a big romantic kiss, so after a few moments, when the magic of the event itself had began to stagnate I released him slowly. I was satisfied, even if he would rejected me right now and hate me for the rest of his life the taste of him on my lips was enough to carry me through it.
“Ken-kun...” he said softly.
“I kissed you,” I finished for him.
“I noticed.....”
“You want to know why.”
He nodded.
“For the same reason you didn’t push me away.”
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