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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1673839/36/

Omi no Kiken part 37 is now up on fanfiction.net for anyone still keeping tabs, this chapter is a bit longer than the previous ones since my hiatus, please R & R. (Chapter 35 is up on aff.net for those curious and of age.)

Pairing is Aya x Omi. Rated M.

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Mon, 24 Mar 2008 02:39:15 GMT

R U L E S:
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Weiss Kreuz → 34
Star Wars → 13

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...O_o' I updated Omi no Kiken. WAH?!

Thu, 28 Feb 2008 05:08:18 GMT

I've updated Omi no Kiken with a citrus-y twist and additives.

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I hope this formats correctly.

Aya x Omi pairings. For the rest of the story please check out fanfiction.net, the lemon on aff.net

Omi watched as Ken and Yoji left, hearing the first then second clicks of the door and lock before looking at Ran with a gleam in his eyes Ran had thought he saw maybe twice before.

The redhead felt he should push the issue. “So, we have no need for these?”

Omi bit his lip. “Absolutely not, I mean, you’re clean aren’t you?”

Ran’s eyes widened at the implication, as Omi continued on, stuttering like a nervous virgin, oh wait. It wasn’t like one at all, he just was one. “I mean, I heard that without it… and I thought that… and you and I and…”

Ran’s mouth covered Omi’s, stopping the sputter of his tongue, putting it to a much more productive task. His long fingers slipped up through Omi’s shirt before undoing any contraptions needing to be undone, and then mimicked the same removal of buttons and zippers to Omi’s shorts. He extradited the shorts from Omi’s legs very carefully, not daring to jar that knee and blow his evening.

No, he was concerned with a different sort of blowing, so caution needed to be had! Ran slipped his own shirt off, giving Omi a bit of a flesh show.

“I love you.” He mentioned to the tawny-blond laying over him. He wiggled free from his pants and carefully positioned himself to leaving him hovering over Omi, both still in their boxers. As Ran’s body pressed vertically to Omi’s, he felt the attentions running into his more and more confining boxers, though he knew his erection had company.

“I love you, too, Ran. Now make sure I can at least hobble tomorrow.” Omi smiled, challenge issued for the night, he slid his arms across Ran’s shoulders, pulling him in close for another make-out session as the two rubbed and pressed against each other, only tightening their cloth imprisonments. He could feel the size difference even through the thin fabrics, Ran was definitely wider, which when he thought about it did make sense.

As far as length went, Omi wasn’t quite that good at figuring out through the simple contact. Ran elicited a gasp from Omi when one hand curved downward, catching a bit of him by… surprise.

He smiled, an eyebrow rose, it was a pleasant surprise, he had concurred. He opened his own mouth to gasp as the feelings and tinglings were frankly driving him mad in ecstasy. Ran slipped the fabric of Omi’s boxers skyward and Omi soon noticed the change in temperature.

Sure, one would rationally think it would feel cooler, now that the fabric that had been holding his body heat in was removed, but really, it was umpteen degrees hotter, so much that he felt he was truly going insane, after all, how could a mouth do that, rationally?

Ran took gentle care of Omi as he finished him off, tongue flicking and slurping in all the appropriate places with timing that made Omi truly wonder about Ran’s past sex life. He blushed, he shouldn’t think about that right now! He would just enjoy the expertise as he received such a treatment. His voice was gruff as he called out to his lover in between his legs, “Ran… Ran… oh gods… how can this be real… how can anything feel…” Omi’s eyes were lolling as he lost his own train of what was he going on about? “So good… oh gods this is so good!”

Ran smirked, fiddling with Omi in such a way to exploit and enhance each sound and response. It amazed him just how sensitive of a body Omi had, it made him feel even stronger urges to protect the blond.

“…What… do you need… me to do…” Omi panted out, knowing he’d be spent in a few more of those tongue-lashings. Omi’s voice hitched in his throat. “Gh!” He leaned back into the arm of the couch, needing the moments to recover from orgasm.

“Just keep using that sexy voice.” Ran mentioned as he slipped Omi from his mouth, swallowing what had landed there. He brought his two fingers to the tip of his extended tongue, letting what remained of Omi’s fluids as well as his own saliva slip down it. “I’ll be careful, but you’re not really hobbling as of now, so I can’t see you improving after this.” He slipped the first wet finger in, Omi yelped then moaned.

As the finger slid Omi’s hips bucked, rocking and gyrating which only made Ran all the more hard. Finger number two joined it’s comrade, then did the same exercises of forward thrusts before deciding to practice scissor kicks, Omi’s back stiffened, arched, and for a fleeting moment his eyes cast into the ceiling in pain.

Then that scissor-kick landed into the spongy prostate, and Omi hit climax two. He knew his voice was getting hoarse just from say the words, “Ran, Ran I love you, Ran…” about ninety-eight times, so long as his count was accurate.

He slipped a third finger in, moving it about for three or so minutes before he pulled them out, “Omi, wrap your legs around me when I say, alright?”

Omi nodded. Ran leaned down close to Omi so the blond could clutch his arms about Ran’s shoulders, he then thrust in once. Fully seated, he said, “Now, Omi.”

Obediently, Omi wrapped his legs about, only for Ran to maneuver himself into a seated position, Omi’s bum knee contorted to a position that kicked over the arm of the couch before Ran manually manipulated Omi’s body drawing him up and down by his waist with his powerful arms. Hell, he figured if he could make use slicing a sword through a body, using his arms to pump Omi’s lithe body was hardly much more effort, but gods was the pay-off all the sweeter.

He rocked and bucked with Omi, hitting that spot and his own ‘spot’ for a good seven minutes before starting a rapid pace, flesh smacking into each other. As sweat poured from his brow, and Omi’s body, his tongue had to get a taste of Omi’s cheek, his chest, and nipple. Sucking at places in between each of those points, he thrust upward hard a succession of twelve more times before he spilt his load. “I love you, Omitchi. You’re so beautiful.”

Omi’s head slumped forward, onto Ran’s shoulder, his body spent from this form of exercise that was far more strenuous than he had ever thought. The cardio this could do… Omi mused trading this for morning power-walks could be something to seriously consider.

Ran leaned Omi back onto the couch, pulling out. Like a gentleman, he went to get a cloth to wipe Omi down clean with. He’d move Omi to his bedroom before cleaning up, that would be the best method…

…He couldn’t help but think Omi was so sexy right now, he smiled inwardly. Finally, after all that time, he finally had gotten to consummate with his koi, he hoped the next time wouldn’t be so far between.

Omi no Kiken, part 34: Omi wa Koibito.

Omi no Kiken: Part 34 Omi wa Koibito

A/N: If you choose to go to adult fan fiction dot net, you might just so happen to scroll upon part 34 of Omi no Kiken, the long awaited lemon (well, it’s not that great) but, for the record… The HIATUS is over.

Omi no Kiken, Part 35 Warum ist mein blut hier?

The blond was in a particularly glowing state as his dreams took him, though where they chose to take him left him with some serious questions as to whether he was a masochist.

After the best couch-sex Omi could have ever imagined, not as if he imagined those sorts of things, Omi was so spent he couldn’t help but sleep it off. Why, however, his dreams kept reflecting upon some strange amphitheatre with satanic statues and three elderly people, or Aya-chan, he had no idea. He had no clue why he’d have any notion of Sakura, either, but all of this was becoming, quite quickly, nightmarish.

He could hear Schuldig’s nasal voice rasping a snide set of, “Well, gut morgen katzchen! Du gluhst!” Which in his dream actually made sense to him; why Schuldig was saying good morning or that he was glowing… No, why Schuldig was even there was perturbing.

He was sweating, tossing his head in a fit from side to side as he could see and hear things without any real sense to them. He saw a world fold over on itself, he saw someone who could have been Schuldig’s gay(er) cousin with blue-green hair and wearing enough leather to shake a stick at. He felt like he had fallen into an S&M gay-bar, or Yoji’s leather wardrobe in all earnest.

Omi’s eyes shot open, his head pulsing. He reached for the corners and as he wiped the sweat off his face, examining his palms, he saw a trace of crimson making his eyes widened. He touched his lip, no, no over-passionate kisses doing it, below his nose… He had a nose-bleed. He didn’t really think it was from the sexual image of anyone in that horrible of an outfit.

Ran entered the room, looking at him. “Omi… you’re bleeding!”

“Ah, I wonder why.” Omi asked genuinely curious, himself. Ran pressed a cloth to his nose and tilted Omi’s head up, helping him pinch where he was supposed to, to control the bleed.

Concern laced the violet eyes as he observed Omi, “Well, did you want anything to drink or eat?”

Through plugging his nose, Omi’s voice came out congested, “I doughnut think sew. I loaf you.”

“…I… love you too.” Ran smiled, Omi was precious looking.

Omi bent over, head pulsing, his eyes fogged over as he felt a pulse rake over him.

He fell back into the bed, his blank expression startling Ran. “Omi… Omi are you okay?!”

“Essett wolle mir habe für sein neu Welt. Sagt deinen Abscheide jetzt.”

Omi’s eyes shot back to focused blue in time to hear a clamor at the shop’s glass showcase.

“What the hell was that!” Ran asked, and not about the smashed glass.

“I… I don’t know… I heard something downstairs, we should check it out…”

“Like hell, wait here.” Ran handed Omi his handgun. “Keep that with you and shoot anyone who tries to walk through that door without identifying themselves. Understand?”

Omi nodded once.

With that, Ran grabbed his sword and went to investigate.

To be Continued.

*Essett will have me for their new world. Say your farewells now.

And I know, uber short, but hell, it’s something. I’m hoping if I hit the next arc I’ll actually start writing more again, I’m so sorry I’ve lagged! And myes, aff dot net would be the place to look for Part 34 if you are over 18. Also, anyone correct my bastardized Japanese and I expect to see you sign in to every OTHER story with poorly used Japanese too, I don’t like it when people play favorites. As for the German, if that’s crap, I do apologize, I should know better… but it’s been a few years since my last class so it may be a bit rusty but I think my verb-order is correct.

Omi here!

Sat, 28 Oct 2006 20:10:34 GMT

Hey there,

I just discovered this community and decided to join...I've found a few other Weiss communities as well and thought I'd say hello.

I'm the American dub voice for Omi in Weiss Kreuz. Drop me a line and say hello!

Love, Jamie

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Thu, 08 Jun 2006 14:08:45 GMT

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Fanfic: Impure (3/3)

Mon, 02 Jan 2006 04:34:56 GMT

Title: Impure
Author: kurama-sama
Rating: M
Warnings: Lemon, graphic, yaoi.
Pairing: NagixOmi
Status: Incomplete
Disclaimer: I don't own WK.

Mod Post: Rules update

Sun, 04 Dec 2005 00:37:43 GMT

As there was some confusion earlier, the rules for this community have been amended and updated. I urge you all to read over them yet again as they can probably answer any questions you might have without having to worry about spamming your fellow members. Also, when in doubt, please feel free to prod any of the moderators with a question.

Thank you. ^^

--Sephy

Fic - Breathing Room

Sun, 20 Nov 2005 09:43:11 GMT

TITLE: Breathing Room
AUTHOR: Amet
FANDOM: Weiss Kreuz Gluhen
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Persia's not expecting the call when it comes.
PAIRINGS: Aya/Omi, half-baked allusions to Nagi/Tot
WARNINGS: Yaoi, small spoilers for Gluhen canon, talk of Crashers canon because Knight is funny, light swearing and lime-y fun.
ARCHIVED: Rose & Freesia, & Fallen Icons.
THANKS: To thetwotrees, because she beta read yet again and put up with me asking her to wait up for me to finish it this early in the morning. ♥

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is likely the last prequel fic to Whispers, which bridges the gap between it and One More Murder. Essentially it explains how Aya and Omi's relationship ended up 'on again' by the time Ryou meets up with them.

( Breathing Room ) <--fake cut

Fanfic - One More Murder

Wed, 16 Nov 2005 07:08:24 GMT

TITLE: One More Murder 3/3
AUTHOR: Amet
FANDOM: Weiss Kreuz Gluhen
RATING: Rish
SUMMARY: Ken is never prepared for the way the world changes.
PAIRINGS: Ken/Sena, Aya/Omi
WARNINGS: Character death of the canon kind, spoilers for the final confrontation in Gluhen, swearing, depression, a general anger-management theme. Oh yes, and yaoi. (Raise your hand if you weren't expecting that one.)
ARCHIVED: This Time Imperfect, Rose & Freesia, & Fallen Icons.
THANKS: To thetwotrees, for the look see when this scene was finished.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a prequel fic to Whispers, which was left about 2/3 finished until I took a crack at it tonight. I posted the first two parts of this a long while ago, but since it's been over a year I'm just going to post the whole thing again. The new bits are scene 3, in case anyone actually remembers this. ^.~

( One More Murder ) <--yay fake cut

Fanfic - Whispers

Tue, 15 Nov 2005 10:17:27 GMT

TITLE: Whispers
AUTHOR: Amet
FANDOM: Weiss Kreuz Gluhen
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Itou Ryou loves his wife. It's the only thing he's certain of, anymore.
PAIRINGS: Yohji/nurse!Asuka, Aya/Omi, a hinting of Ken/Sena
WARNINGS: Angst, Spoilers for most of Gluhen and bits of the drama CDs
ARCHIVED: http://fallenicons.winter-born.net

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Just to be clear, this is a Yohji-centric fic with a smattering of the other boys moving throughout. 'Itou Ryou' is just the name Yohji takes after he wakes up in the hospital following the events of Gluhen (as per Side B canon). That's about the only thing this takes from Side B, as I'm still bitter that Omi and Yohji aren't making any appearances beyond brief flashbacks and more importantly, I can't read Japanese and therefore don't feel comfortable writing the characters. Consider this an AU beginning the moment we fade to black on Aya and his friend the NYC mailbox.

This fic was started as an intro to a timeline that popped into my head after I watched Gluhen a second time about two years ago. I wrote a paragraph, set it down, and somehow ended up picking it back up yesterday and the damn thing just sort of wrote itself. It takes place on the same timeline as One More Murder, which is still *ehem* missing its final scene, but this one can stand pretty much on its own so I feel it's all good.

Last but not least, this is for thetwotrees, who put up with me angsting over what the hell I thought I was doing writing Weiss fic again, encouraged me to get the hell on with it already and spot checked when I was done. You win at life, hon. ♥

( Whispers ) <--so very fake cut to ye olde fic journal

fanart

Sun, 13 Nov 2005 06:12:03 GMT

Bit of fanart by me... heh.

Find it here.

FIC: Collide (1/1)

Tue, 11 Oct 2005 01:33:15 GMT

Title: Collide (1/1)
Series: Weiss Kreuz
Author: Sephy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst; hints at Crashers
Archive: http://fallenicons.winter-born.net
Summary:

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Weiss boys and am only borrowing them for the purposes of writing something for my honey. ^~ No infringement is intended.

Crossposted: ayaxomi and _tsukiyono_omi_

Thanks: To Amet for betaing and encouraging this.

Author's Notes: I haven't written Weiss Kreuz (Kapital and not Gluhen for once) in a few months but sandinmyshoes requested something Aya and Omi oriented with a bit thrown in about Aya's Crasher's coat for a ficlet meme I put up and I couldn't not write it for her. So this is for Amet whom I dearly love and adore in the hopes it might brighten her day a little.

Collide
A Weiss Kreuz story
Sephy

The rag sailed across the room, fueled by frustration, Hidaka Ken sensing something coming his way and ducking but not before the dirty white cloth nailed him in the back of the head. They all watched it bounce, falling in silence at Siberian’s feet.

It really was possible to feel the tension in the room tighten, Omi thought idly, turning the bottle cap in hand without looking at it, listening to it thump-thump against the table top, too loud but anything was better than the silence. Things had been silent for far too long already.

“Yohji,” Ken grimaced, lips curving as if he wanted to grin, the name tearing itself through his clenched teeth as his hands found his hips, nudging the cloth on the floor with his toe, “What the hell was that?”

Crossing his arms, Yohji rummaged around in his apron, finding first his lighter and then his cigarettes, a sure sign that something was up given how much Momoe hated him smoking around the flowers. There was an almost angry clicking of his lighter, his thumb striking it in quick jerks before lowering his face, cigarette already between his lips, into the flame, waiting until the tip was glowing before he took a drag, tipping his head, “Off-hand?” He murmured around the white stick, reaching up to take it between his fingers flicking the ash, “I’d say a nine-pointer. I was going for ten but your hard head got in the way.”

“Awesome, Yohji. Really, awesome. And is there any particular reason you’re being a prick right now or did I just get lucky?”

There was a soft, contemptuous snort, “Please. You wouldn’t know what to do if you did get lucky, Ken. Not unless it was black and white and round. What’s it like being soccer ball-sexual?”

Ken bent down, picking up the discarded cloth, rolling and balling it in his hands, hard gaze fixed on Yohji though he was smiling now, or rather attempting to. It looked painful to Omi. “Keep this up, Yohji and we’re going to do a little experiment. It’s called how far can I kick a soccer ball up your –“

Omi sat up out of his hunch, turning his bottle cap one more time, murmuring, “I’ll do it.”

Both men fell silent, Ken staring at his shoes, cloth caught between his hands, tugging hard enough that Omi was surprised it didn’t tear while Yohji’s eyes narrowed, free hand lifting to rake through messy blond locks, taking another puff of his cigarette, the minute lines around his mouth tightening. Then he shook his head, flicking his cigarette again. “No. Not you. I’ll do it.”

Omi almost said why not me but was beaten to the punch by Ken who lifted his head, chin thrust out, looking as if he were still scrapping for a fight and daring Yohji to try him. “I don’t see why we have to. There’s no need. It’s just what he does. He—he goes out sometimes and we don’t see him for days. This is nothing new.”

“He’s not a damn cat,” Yohji drawled, stubbing out his cigarette in an empty planter, “We didn’t let him out and he’s not just going to pop back up, not after this long. It’s been over a week – almost two. We have orders from Birman. While I like to be as constant and true as the next guy –“

“You? Constant and true, Yohji? Give me a break.”

“Oh very nice, Ken,” Yohji replied after another interminable staring match, “My point is that he didn’t just wander out. We lost him. In the middle of a mission. There’s been no contact made, no sign of his bitchy red head. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. So far? We’re batting zero in the Fujimiya Aya department.”

“There’s no body either. That means something,” Ken insisted.

Yohji shook his head, crossing his arms, “That means shit, Ken. Sometimes bodies don’t get recovered.”

“Ours do.”

“Oh wake up. This is not some goddamn movie. There isn’t going to be a happy ending with tears and chicks for all. We’re not bringing our buddy home on his shield. Kritiker doesn’t work that way.”

“Well, maybe it should.”

Omi watched the two of them, then pushed his chair back, reaching around behind to unlace his apron, lifting it with quick, deft movements over his head and tossing it on the table.

“Omi, I said that –“

“I know what you said, Yohji-kun.

“Omi, we can wait, you know. Yohji’s being an ass about all of this because he hasn’t gotten laid in the last couple of nights. You don’t have to do this and certainly not now,” Ken shook his head, sympathetic.

Omi paused, looking at the both of them, almost helplessly, “Yes, Ken-kun, I do. Everything has to be catalogued and put away so it can be… “He shrugged, turning away. “It has to be me, Ken-kun.”

It probably said more than a little that Ken backed off, Yohji turning away to stare moodily out the window at the row of girls already outside. It was just as well that Omi had other things to do; he wasn’t ready to face the question of where Aya was yet again.

***

He’d never been sure what had started things between them, when he had started to look at Aya as something more than just his partner, another member of the team. Or when Aya had started seeing him as more than a resource, Omi sometimes waking up to find a trench coat draped over his shoulders, keeping him warm in the cold damp of the basement. When sure touches, simple brushes of their fingers while reaching for potting soil had become something more, something that burned, that kept him awake at night. There was so much he didn’t know about Aya, so much he might never know about Aya, and it had intrigued him, that sense of mystery, a deepening well that confused him, making him wonder if part of the attraction was that he didn’t really know Aya at all.

It certainly didn’t help that Aya could be damn near unreadable, scowling when puzzled and about as welcoming as a sore-toothed bear at times. There were just some places you didn’t go with him, lines that he could only cross in secret, half-afraid Aya really would kill him if he knew about those times he shadowed Abyssinian’s hospital visits.

Hospital visits. He wondered about those now. About the girl lying in that hospital bed, in a place that reeked of cold death and empty machinery, with little more life than a waxen mannequin. Presumably, it would be taken care of; Aya had to have made arrangements, he was too careful with her, too punctual in his visits, too predictable for him not to have.

What if she woke up? Omi shuddered at the thought.

He couldn’t think on that, on the possible expressions that might flicker across that pale, thin face if she learned Aya was dead. Not now, not when he was boxing up Aya’s room, box by box slowing only when he had to construct a new casket of cardboard, laying inside what few personal effects Aya kept with him. There wasn’t much, a few books, some journals, and the occasional oddity, like a small doll he’d found buried in one of the drawers, singed and dirty around the face and dress, dark eyes a little too knowing as he’d examined it, spooking him until he’d packed it away, swathed in paper, shielded from that gaze but feeling it still just the same. Almost everything else seemed of little consequence, a comb here or there, a loose buckle under the bed, and Aya’s work clothes draped over the arm chair in the corner, ready for him to come in and put them on.

Something in Omi closed up, just shriveled to think he never would again.

There was something wrong with him. That he felt so cold, so empty and just drained. He’d thought if any of them had … well, if they’d lost anyone, he’d be in tears, inconsolable or maybe raging. Instead, he just was, moving, mechanical, still not entirely believing because this was Aya, Aya who’d always seemed so much more than mortal, more like a force of nature, a force of vengeance and justice. That Aya could die seemed impossible. No, Aya could not die. Not like this, not on some simple mission, regular as clockwork.

Except, it seemed, he had.

There was nothing left now but the closet, Omi opening the doors and staring blindly at the clothes hanging. There wasn’t really that much left, just a few hangers of jeans and a couple of coats and a rather large, plastic bag towards the back. It drew his eye, the neat white bag obscuring its contents, revealing nothing more than black and he reached for it, shoving those other hangers out of the way, leaning and wiggling until it came free, surprisingly heavy for a garment bag. He held it, the bag folding on itself near the bottom, lifting it as far as his arm could reach above his head, feeling the weight of it, looking around until he found the door hook and hanging it there. Omi took a step back, rubbing his upper arms then crossing them, tilting his head, moving closer then away as if to take it all in.

It was normal plastic that met his touch when he overcame his hesitation, coming easily undone when he reached for the zipper, the scent of worn leather and a familiar aftershave that he easily identified as Aya reaching his nose. There was a plastic squeal, a rumbly rustle of material as he peeled back the semi-transparent flap, watching the way the light played off the silver buckle of the collar hanging loosely around the lip of the hanger, still polished and free of any hint of rust or tarnish. He reached with careful fingertips, hesitating then brushing the edges of the leather strap, pushing away first one corner of the bag then the other, another swish of sound following as it fell away, pooling near his feet.

He could not have been more startled. It looked like something that belonged in Yohji’s closet, not Aya’s. It wasn’t so much the fact it was another long coat, what should have been a trench coat, rather it was what had been done to the coat, the strategic cuts and zippers in places no Aya coat should ever have -- zippers and buckles and straps, more than he’d seen anywhere outside of the red light district. It seemed alive, more so than anything else he’d packed away, flowing around and off the hanger, the nearly detached sleeves hanging lower, almost expectantly. Waiting to be put on again, he supposed and he reached out without thinking, almost flinching at the butter-soft leather, worn in the right places, no longer new and tight with uncomfortable bunchings. There were leather pants on a lower attachment just behind it, with yet more buckles and straps though there were more tears in the fabric than modesty warranted.

There was something wrong with this, something wild and feral and not fitting at all with what he knew of Aya. Which admittedly wasn’t a lot. It was uncomfortable, almost painful, just as finding out about the girl in the hospital had been, having to see Aya in another light, in another life and knowing, knowing …

That he was never mine..

“Look at you,” he murmured, feeling the need to speak, to break the oppressive stillness. “I wonder where you came from.”

“Kyoto.”

Omi didn’t start, he didn’t jump or screech or do any of those things he might have done had someone been writing his story. Instead he went still, eyes darting for the split second it took him to identify that harsh, smoky whisper, turning his face to glance over his shoulder, finding familiar violet eyes staring back, wide and …was that a cut in the corner of the left one, nearly hidden under a dried splash of blood? He pivoted around in a slow circuit, feeling the world tilt as he did so, impressed that he wasn’t doing anything more than just blinking at Aya, at the way he was half-in, half out of his bedroom window, one torn, bloody leg resting unsteadily on the floor, the other bent on the sill. His coat had definitely seen better days, torn and not in strategic, alluring rips like the coat behind him, but ones that spoke of nails and explosions, the blood splattered all of Abyssinian, his face and hands, even gumming in his hair making Omi wonder how the hell he’d managed to get this far without drawing attention.

But then Aya had his little ways.

“Kyoto?” Omi repeated, voice low, almost hushed, taking one step, then halting, almost afraid, afraid to draw near and find out –

Aya was watching him, eyes dark beneath drawn brows, sweat beading there. He looked tired, dead on his feet really but he wasn’t moving, not towards the bed, not away from the window, instead that piercing violet gaze was almost probing, boring into Omi’s, neither frowning nor scowling. Omi took another tentative step forward, followed by another and another, pausing only when they were near enough to touch, his hands rubbing against his shorts nervously.

“What were you doing in Kyoto?”

That other foot came down, heavy and thumping against the carpeted floor, as if there was no strength behind it and Omi winced, particularly at the odd angle it was being held. But Aya’s eyes were fixed on the coat, distant and almost unfocused before they found Omi again, “Finding myself.”

Omi drew in a breath, “And did you?”

“No,” Aya admitted, the words slow, followed up with a half shrug, “But I was pointed in the right direction.”

“And the coat?”

Aya shifted, his katana resting against his thigh, gaze drifting over it, “Trophy of war. Skin of a leopard, if you want.”

“Are you going to imply you changed your spots?”

Aya tilted his head, looking wearier than he’d ever seen him, “That would imply I’d changed.”

“And you haven’t?”

“Do any of us really change? Really?”

“I’d like to think so. Though,’ Omi found himself smiling, the expression feeling strange, unreal, “given how you’re just sitting and bleeding all over the floor – maybe not. I should have known not even an explosion would knock some sense into you.”

Aya winced, shifting again and glancing at the coat, “If they couldn’t do it, then something like that certainly isn’t going to.”

Omi chuckled or meant to, the sound catching in his throat and chest, startling them both, what might pass for concern for Aya flitting across his bloodied features as Omi shook his head, “You’re not going to tell me who they are, are you?”

“It’s –“

“Classified?”

“I was going to say, complicated.”

“Oh.”

Swallowing, Omi let himself reach out then, with just as much ginger care as he had with that coat, setting aside those questions and brushing eager fingers against Aya’s forearm, looking up at him then over him, fingers tightening, needing to know that he was there, that he was really there, and not another ghost, not like the leather and buckle one behind them, that dead feeling inside giving way to something more frantic, smoothing his hands over his chest and arms aware of the liberties he was taking but unable to stop himself. Not even when Aya pressed a hand against his face, lifting it and he was blinking again for an entirely different reason now, Aya’s face closer than he remembered and then he couldn’t see anything at all, aware of nothing more than the taste of blood and smoke, of warm lips and surprisingly steady hands gripping his cheek and arm, of being pulled close and held as he never had been and had always wanted. The way they never had before, all those furtive touches and glances paling in this one moment, feeling as if they’d belonged to someone else’s life, the world seeming to tilt yet again and he wondered if he was that faint or if it was just the feel of everything changing, that seeming click before something new could begin.

“Omi, I – “ Aya managed somehow to murmur, the words finding their way past the press of hungry lips and stolen breath, his heart beating faster as he shook his head.

It could wait. All those little questions and mysteries and maybes, they could wait. What he wanted was right here and now and he wasn’t going let it pass by, one more shade added to the balance of all his regrets. Not when everything was colliding together in one perfect moment, one that he knew wouldn’t last forever.

It didn’t have to. Right now was enough.

***End

for all those who may be interested

Fri, 16 Sep 2005 23:09:50 GMT

(nothing in the rules against, delete if inappropriate)

Are you interested in a challenge?

HopeForlorn.net, a Weiss Kreuz Fan Site is running three contests during the winter months, and we need you to accept the challenge to participate.

The Fan Fiction contests:

The “Take My Picture” Fan Fiction Contest – The premise is to take a picture that has been provided and write a story about it in 1000 words or less. When you look at the image, where does your imagination take you? What are the characters in the picture doing? How do they feel? What do they say? Is it the beginning of a fiction or the end...maybe it is the middle? Weiss ruled the last contest and now the picture has turned to Schwarz! Are you up for the challenge? Can you write a good story in 1000 words or less about our picture? More details (and the picture) can be found here.

The Side B Fan Fiction contest – Because we firmly believe that there are not enough Side B fics out there, we have created a contest to help spark interest in the new Weiss. ^_^ All you have to do is read the rules and submit a one-shot for judging. All the details are here.

And finally a fan art contest!

The Winter Holiday Fan Art contest is now underway. In this contest, you artwork entry must be based on one of the following holidays: Christmas, Halloween, Thanksgiving, New Year (can be the Chinese New Year, if you wish). Show Weiss or KB at Christmas, Schwarz during Halloween, Schreient boozing it up during the New Year. Any team and/or any character is acceptable as long as they appear in Weiss Kreuz. (Chibi’s and framed “comic” panels accepted!) Let your creativity play!! More details are found here.

Winners will receive nifty banners for their websites and avatars for their LJ. So come on, challenge yourself and make these contests a success!

Thank you!

Omi-kun

Cross posted in: 30_angsts , 30_cracks , 30_lemons , _a_m_randomness , _benimaru_ , _tsukiyono_omi_</span>

Omi Fanart

Sun, 22 May 2005 01:40:51 GMT

Konnichiwa minna-san =^-^= I just finished a quick CG of Omi-kun, here's the link:

Omi <--(click on thumbnail for full sized pic)

please feel free to comment/make suggestions, i'm open to any critique anyone might have ^^

Thu, 14 Apr 2005 00:23:42 GMT

Hey all, new community added: koneko_no_weiss

Feel free to check it out (still under construction)

Looking to RP? Want to join?

Sun, 27 Mar 2005 03:20:28 GMT

Hi all!

There is currently a running community looking for some members--

rose_thorn_wkrp

We are looking for:

Hidaka Ken
Brad Crawford
Schuldig
any female character from the series you'd like to add in or any villain characters you'd like to volunteer/create.

We're a pretty open community, very small, but yeah... our one hitch is that we are Aya-Omi paired, no other pairing is locked and one-sideds or even multi-pairing is fine, so far we're hinting to Schu/Yoji... but, all things are up in the air. If you want to join just let me know!

Admin: Aya/Omi fanlisting announcement

Tue, 01 Feb 2005 01:23:29 GMT

Hey guys, I thought you all might be interested in this. The old Aya/Omi fanlisting has apparently imploded and amet and I were lucky enough to be given the chance to run it as part of Rose and Freesia. For those of you who were on the old fanlisting and wish to still be listed as Aya/Omi fans, we're going to need you to reapply. We apologize for the inconvenience but in gaining the fanlisting, we had to start from scratch.

Anyway the fanlisting can be found here: http://ayaomi.winter-born.net/fanlisting.html

Sat, 01 Jan 2005 02:10:14 GMT

Rating: PG though I think it could pass G even.
Warnings: No real spoilers, just enough fluff to kill a horse.
Author: Vanessa S. Quest
Pairings: Aya and Omi (with my name attached are we surprised?)
Fandom: Strictly Weiss
Disclaimer: Don't own Weiss, shock.
Title: Of all the horrible luck, Aya swore inwardly. They just had to have Weiss go on mission today, the most bustling time, with the most people out and about, AND IN THE BUSIEST AREA in Tokyo on New Years Eve, Shinjuku.

Was it bad enough that they had to kill some dynamite expert? That he already blew up one building to coioncide with fireworks? That the whole business area was set up to do just the same? NO! The cronies of this psycho also found a way to seperate the brawn from the brains... well, at least technical support. Omi was somewhere in the middle of this crowd, hurt, being hunted down, and trying to hide any of this from outsiders who'd try to help him then turn him in, most likely.

Aya raced through the siege of corpses trying to do anything to find a way to spot Omi. Going from site to site trying to spot the explosives and their personal little chibi bomb-squad... he managed to find Omi at long last, but apparently his fickle wind of good fortune decided to change direction and help their prey find Omi. Aya sprinted as he never would have believed possible towards Omi. The boy's arm was bloodied to no end, he seemed scared witless but with that he still went from task to task hunting down the bombs. As Aya reached him he yelped out-- "OMI! How many more!"

Omi replied in a sheepish, dead-tired tone, "Three more..." Aya grabbed him by his good arm and flew off in run near dragging the exhausted form behind him like a streamer.

Aya reached the next one, "Omi can you do this?"

The blond nodded and added a weak "Hai, Aya-kun..." Aya turned his katana to those foolish enough to follow too closely. After Omi clipped the wire sending the bomb into a dead paperweight Aya lifted Omi with a fast pull then rushed to the next bomb. By the time he got to the third bomb Omi was near bled to death, His hands shook as he cut the last and final wire and the cronies seemed to times five to their prior numbers. Aya lifted Omi and dove from the building in a sprint to the thickest of the crowd. Omi's eyes spun around, probably matching his head, and Aya made note, trying to comfort him held him close. While he did this he stripped off Omi's jacket to wrap it around Aya's waist, his coat draping Omi. As Omi looked pale and was breathing out fog like everyone else it almost seemed like a romantic notion. Aya continued to pull Omi further into the crowd to cross a stormy street, people like drops of rain in a monsoon- everywhere. And he meant it. EVERYwhere.

Finally as the goons were far enough but soon to be in eye range, the count down began. 10- 9- 8- the targets stepping closer and closer, Aya saw a familiar gleam of silver claws in a street-wear Hidaka, 7- 6- 5- closer still as Kudou's wires linched up another set, the remaining were almost on top of them yet still seemed not to have seen them-- Aya covered Omi's face with his chest, back facing the targets. If this was how it would end-- at least he'd die with some facade of saving a loved one. All he could think of doing to hide their faces and celebrate this death of honor- 4- 3- 2- Aya's lips dove tightly onto Omi's... 1...

As the ball dropped the bodies of four very unlucky henchmen fell, four of Omi's darts now wedged into two of their jugulars and two square in their eyes.

Shame, really. How every year at New Years a few people die, trampled to death-- so it always seems. Shame. Aya glanced at the newspaper print, satisfied that it was covered. Omi had managed to not bleed to death but that fevered blushing was starting to do something to Aya, and he wasn't sure it was a bad thing... or a good thing.

Maybe working on holidays isn't so bad, after all he got to stay close to his friends. As Aya watched his tea dreamily, Omi slipped into the room weak-kneed, the blood loss still having him strained. Yoji came into the room as well, first helping Omi hobble towards the chairs then just to irritate the hell out of Aya, he was certain.

"Hey Chibi, did you know that whoever you kiss on New Years Eve is said to be your lover for that year? And if you kiss that same person the next-- your lover forever?"

Omi blushed weakly and turned to face the glass, his eyes briefly catching Aya's.

Aya glared. "Kudou-- shi..."

Ken wobbled in, more tired than due to injury, "Hey that's funny Yotan-- don't you remember how last year Aya got so drunk he frenched Omi and Omi went mute for a week?"

"Yeah, about the same time Aya was down with a hang-over if I recall..." Omi blushed. Aya's eyes flared violently.

"SHI NE!" He swore, hitting Kudou in the head with the ceramic mug. Ken dodged and left the room immediately, Omi gasped slightly.

"Aya-kun..." Omi managed before Aya could catch Ken. "Is that true? Does that mean we'll be together forever?"

Aya's eye twitched, how naive was Omi? Was he disgusted by that? His voice... seemed more curious than disgusted.

"No, it's just some stupid supersticion, Omi."

Omi looked down and pouted, "That's too bad... I mean... it wouldn't be so bad? Would it?" Omi's blush was growing though it had yet to fade since the night before. Aya blinked. Was this what he thought it was?

"I don't believe in supersticions Omi. But that doesn't mean we can't try to prove one right."

Omi looked up at Aya, full genki eyes and a warm smile that made his fever seem chilled. "Promise Aya-kun?"

Aya approached Omi and kissed his eyelids. "Isn't that your line to me? I know I have a forever I can hold on to."

Fin.

If anything else is missing, sorry... but I'll just delete it then (or if you want to save yourself the time of commenting feel free Sephy, I know I'm a pain in the arse so why waste more time, ne?)

Happy New Years all... it's a holiday piece and it is, as per holiday fics, a one shot wonder. Enjoy or don't, you know where to comment.

[Admin}: Reminder on Posting

Sat, 01 Jan 2005 00:33:31 GMT

Hey, this is your friendly neighborhood mod sticking her head in to remind everyone whenever posting fanart or fan fiction to please check out the community rules. There need to be certain labels attached to such posts and if anything is posted without these labels, you'll receive a warning to fix it and then it will be deleted in 24 hours. I'm sorry if this seems unduly harsh but I'm trying to cut down on any possible complaints and/or make sure those people looking at the comm at work don't unknowingly open something that could get them in trouble. So please, please read comm rules?

Thank you :)
Sephy

Mod Post

Wed, 29 Dec 2004 18:37:41 GMT

You can make a difference.
Just by spreading the call for help.

Oi- part one to a new story. Maybe.

Wed, 08 Dec 2004 07:05:58 GMT

Okay, first I'll list the pairings and warnings:
Mixed pairings, Aya-Omi is the background, but there is a het pairing or three referenced. ^_^;; I know, I'm ashamed too. ^_~ R for theme, and yes it's a weird one.

Challenging

by Vanessa S. Quest

Fandom: Weiss, but of course!

Genre: Ideally Horror.

Glancing upward for a long moment eyes locked into endless darkness before illumination of stars could melt away the dark and change it into a blazing rose-gray haze in the midnight hour. What brought him here? Trench coat racked with the blood of weaker devils, separated from fellow Weiss? Fearful of what may come by nights’ end?

Loup-Garou.

That’s right, you heard it, werewolf. Now, true strange things have been known to happen here in Tokyo, particularly Mt. Fuji, but usually when carcasses get up and walk around its time to move out and on. Of course, that would be the case if you were A. Normal, and B. the corpse wasn’t one of your targets.

Against Aya’s better judgment the team had split up to search for the reanimated target. He knew it was a mistake, from the beginning he knew it was a very bad idea to let Omi go off on his own to hunt down some chimera zombie Takatori. How did that happen? How did they decide to separate if it was a bad idea from the very beginning? A simple three-word phrase provided all the pieces to that- Schreient and Schwartz. It hadn’t started as a tactic they initially wanted, by any means. Manx came in and told them about this… problem, Omi turned stark white at that, his blood must have froze from that. A dead man- beast- how many times was his body defiled by sciences just for it to be revived by magic? Pseudo-science? How the HELL would you explain what that was? Early on, though, Schon had made a move to pick off Ken in some fight, luring him from the back to cover them as the remaining Weiss moved forward towards the supposed place of rebirth.

Soon after Farfarello had come forward, Nagi and Crawford nearby, with Yoji forced to take on the Irish madman, Aya realized the predicament that they were in with both Schwartz and Schreient. Worse still was that Prodigy seemed to be enraged, his attacks on Omi were relentless and Crawford was keeping Aya too engaged to assist, that was when heavy complications came up.

Hell and Crawford came after Aya, tag teaming, while some twisted form of Tot came up to fight both Farfarello and Yoji. How that made sense, he had no idea. The girl did not seem to be herself, the only features she kept was speech and physical appearances, for the most part. She seemed to have acquired a special little trick during her absence from Weiss’s happy life. Somehow the girl had gained the ability to form second flesh much like the tentacles Masafumi had once yielded- and with the same amount of control, the only difference was it was more of a mass of flesh than any developed feature.

When her presence was brought forth, Nagi’s anger seemed to rise. Was this some devil’s trade the remaining female assassins had made to regain their dear Takatori? Either way it made his stomach turn. Something bothered Aya though, during all of this, something wasn’t adding up.

He glanced back to keep his eye on Omi when he saw it, Schuldig. His blood felt halted when he realized Omi was now against both Nagi and Schuldig, Hell and Crawford- at least the communication barrier was there, Farfarello and Tot were battling equally among themselves as Yoji- but Schuldig and Nagi have demonstrated time and again an ability to communicate without any falter or indication, Aya near-missed a blow from Hell, he was forced to turn back.

Omi put a hand to his head, in his other hand a dart he held with desperate attempts to get a chance for Nagi. His vision was blurring as suddenly he heard something snap and wasn’t quite certain he wanted to know just what had made the noise. Omi let out a scream as the pressure from a kinetic blast of Nagi’s removed itself from Omi’s chest, his ribs.

Nagi made another strong blast sending Omi hurdling back fifteen feet and into another room.

When that happened Aya knew this was a diversion to divide them in particular Omi.

Finally he had made his way out of Hell and Crawford’s attack, the two opposing assassins disappearing for somewhere he had no idea led to. Either way his condition was poor. Ken had contacted him as had Yoji, apparently Farfarello and Tot were still at it and Yoji just walked away. Lucky bastard.

Omi on the other hand had no radio contact. That made Aya very nervous, Omi was the most likely of them to radio first- he never turned his communicator off unless it were critical and always contacted them within an hour after separations, like clockwork would keep in touch.

All of this, and they still had no idea where the fuck the werewolf Takatori was. He glared up into the night’s air, he was boiling mad and wanted to kill something. That something started with a T and ended with a scream- erm, -akatori. He, “hn’ed” at that.

Smoke rose from his lips and he knew very well that by tonight’s end he needed to have a little visit with Mr. Daniel’s and Jose, and quite possibly old Cap’n? He rubbed his arm and then took his sunglasses off. His now broken sunglasses, might he add. Oh Kritiker was footing the fucking bill for those! They had sentimental value, he fucked seventeen women in a seven-hour binge the day he got those, a Yotan record that lasted four weeks, as did the dehydration.

This mission reeked of a set up to him. Everything about it, each grain was leading him into a rather sour mood. Apricot Sour was most likely in all honesty. Since when was Tot alive, and when did she pick up that little trick with her muscle control?

That innuendo made, why was Nagi so pissy, Schreient divided as ally and enemy of Schwartz and where the hell was Ken, Aya and Omi? He needed to snap at someone for his glasses, granted maybe the chibi wouldn’t be the best audience with the whole your older-brother-is-back-from-the-dead thing, seriously- how does that compare to his losses? THOSE WERE RECORD-SETTING GLASSES!

He took another long drag and took out his radio to complain loudly at Aya.

“Ayannnnnnnnnn! My glasses!”

He waited a moment for the inevitably ‘wordy’ retort his fearless leader would give. “Shizuka nai baka! Omi’s missing.” Hmm, strange, that sounded more like Ken, “or did your keen skills as a detective miss that?”

Yoji rolled his eyes, “Wrong channel.” He disconnected with Ken making the man fume, he then repeated the message, “Ayannnnnnnnn! My glasses!”

Aya swore under his breath, making it come off as static.

He stood there, staring past, smiling. The pain was gone now, all sensation really. All that remained was the blinding light before him and his quarry in front of it. Behind him stood more enemies, battling for his mind and his control, he continued to smile.

That light was so blinding all he could do was to focus on what was before him.

“Oto-chan, oto-chan?”

Blue spheres opened hesitantly, driven only by the constant nagging of a German voice behind his eyes. They opened blank and all he saw was blinding light in a medly of burning pain. Yes, he could actually see the pain he felt as the flashing lights in his head made themselves larger with each and every breath, decreasing with the size of his chest.

“Mamoru…”

Omi’s eyes became less foggy. As he realized he was restrained he knew he had to find out by what and release himself. When he realized it was by tentacles, well let’s just stick with the PG version- very very very bad touch.

His throat tightened as the extent of awareness informed him that he was in the grip matching anything anacondas eat. His eyes rose to meet the monster before him, his face was gone now but instead replaced with something more devilish, a wolf’s head, he looked almost exactly like all those ancient portrayals of Beelzebub.

“Mamoru…”

“Ts’ki…yono!” Omi hissed out. “Watashi nai Mamoru! I am NOT A TAKATORI!” Omi spat out angrily.

Raising the whiskers that mocked eyebrows, Masafumi tightened his grasp, “Mamoru it is you!” The tightening of the fleshy vines was coincidentally, surprise, inconvenient for breathing.

“It isn’t your fault, they made you do it. They filled me in, I understand completely. They won’t do it again.”

Omi blinked in confusion until that nasal, grating voice played in his head, ‘Katzchen, we’re here to help you kill off Weiss. Whether you’d like to or not.’ Omi screamed as the vice-like grasp on his mind was flexed in time with the squeezing of the tentacles. He screamed until he fell limply over into Masafumi’s grasp.

Hell walked in at the doorway to this scene, Omi collapsed over the man she loved. Tot volunteered for this, she reminded herself, she volunteered to exchange parts of herself for Hell to finish up the research and recreate Masafumi’s thoughts and DNA, to reanimate his decayed form and enhance it, control it just enough with the help of Mastermind and Oracle. The cost, regrettably, was Tot’s mind.

The girl was always off, but this exchange, which had proven impossibly painful, and the metamorphosis, those powers she gained took her over as well. She was no longer human, she was a beast with human form, running on pure instinct it was beautiful though time and again problematic, as seen tonight with her competition with Berserk.

It is documented that sometimes during an animal’s hunt when other predators come in they turn on each other for the rights of hunting ground.

She swore, why the hell did she choose to go with wolf DNA? And snakes? Well, that was a given, regeneration. Accelerated regeneration actually, that was the only way to return Masafumi to any form. Enhance Tot’s DNA with wolf and snake, then insert some of Masafumi’s until it recreated a stem-cell spinal chord, inserting that left his body time to regenerate after forcing the carcass into some state of life-support if you can even call it that.

The benefits of the wolf part- the proof is in the pudding he was wild in bed.

He was still hung up on the boy though, she debated the validity of leaving him alive, after all he could draw question to her ranks and she was well aware that she would be the only one at Masafumi’s side, with Schon and Tot beside her. And, if all went well, soon enough Neu would also return, as soon as Masafumi’s senses returned enough to tell them how to revive her, again.

TBC. Maybe.