Author’s notes: Another Weiss fic! Yay for me, hopefully I don’t do to bad a job, but then you’ll have to tell me in the review. Anyway, basic story outline; Aya is watching a certain young genki assassin, drooling more like it, when said genki assassin catches him, whatever shall his punishment be? Disclaimer: I don’t own Weiss, of course if I did it would be all over the place and fuzzy pink bunny rabbits would be my trade mark *coughs* anyway! You get the picture! Warning: yaoi, Shoun-ai, fluffy citrus evilness, evil author humour, humour, Omi x Aya, mild language. * I was NOT looking! * Aya swung his Katana in a short and quick arch; not so far out that it left his body open for attack, but not so closed in that it left him with a minor blow. It was the perfect distance, but he worried about the speed, was it too slow? Too fast to inflict real damage? The next step of the dance went by without him noticing it, and he nearly dropped the Katana as a result. Dammit! How could anyone practise with so many thoughts! He sighed and stood back, lowering his sword. It was meditate or give in to his growing hunger, as he obviously wasn’t going to get any sword practise in today. Such a decision… what choice did he have? * Aya closed the fridge door and stuffed his armload onto the counter; of course he closed the door with his foot, as he couldn’t exactly use his hands for the task. He managed both and somehow kept his balance. The red haired assassin sorted through his collection and opened the fridge again, putting the celery, tomato’s, chocolate, and pumpkin back in, then closing the door again. He looked around through the cupboard and found the bread. And then he begun his new mission; make sandwich! If unable to succeed shi-ne sandwich. First when he’d pulled out two pieces of bread, done the bread bag thingy back up again, and put it away; he got a knife and spread a thin layer of butter over both pieces. Next came the lettuce, three pieces covering the white bread. Cheese. Ham, or Devin, he wasn’t quite sure. Red oinion. Get celery out again, chop, and add small amount. Various assortment of greens. Mayonnaise. What was most likely chicken, if not, will live. Complete! Sandwich still alive! Aya stood back and admired his handy work. He pulled out a plate and put the sandwich on it, cleaning up the ingreediance he’d used and putting them back away. He took the plate and moved himself into the living room, sitting on the sofa comfortably and beginning on the sandwich while listening to the sound of the computer keyboard clicking, it was all very soothing. It all WAS very soothing. "Oh! Aya-kun! Having dinner? Wow, mind if I join you? Good. I’ll go and make myself something to eat. Then we can talk!" Omi said, having turned around and noticed the red head eating. Aya growled low in his throat. (I swear…) But it didn’t make any difference on the out come. Omi bounded from his chair and went into the kitchen, smiling happily. Aya groaned, whatever he did, it must have been fucking bad to rate on the cosmic scale this badly. The last thing he wanted to do was eat and ‘chat’ with Omi. He considered slinking off to his room but found his own morals getting in his road, Omi was friend, and if he wanted to chat, fine, Aya could leaned an ear. And then later the red head could kill his morals, chew them up and spit them out… not a bad idea. Of course while his mind was talking to itself and arguing Omi had been standing in the doorway waiting for Aya to stop staring at him. The blonde cleared his throat and Aya startled like he’d just appeared from nowhere. Omi giggled a little and came to sit down next to Aya. "Enjoy your staring competition with my stomach?" He asked, still giggling slightly. Aya frowned "I was not looking at you." "Suuure." "I was not looking at you… I was merely thinking!" "Of course Aya-kun." "Why would I be looking at you?" "Hmm… I don’t know…" the words were innocent enough, but the tone of voice and cheekily glinting eyes behind them totally degraded the angelic effect. Omi leaned forward, putting his plate on the table so he could look at Aya properly. A slight blush had spread up the red head’s cheeks. "Hmm? Well?" "Well what? There’s nothing to discuss, now we should eat." Aya coughed and promptly took a bite of his sandwich; he didn’t like the direction the blonde bishounen was going with this. (No I don’t like the direction I’M going with this. Omi is just a kid, he doesn’t know what he’s implying and I’m being sick to think he does.) Aya nodded to himself, almost convincing his own imagination. Omi grinned; he was having entirely too much fun with the red head. "You sure, from the way you were staring at me, I might think you were hungry…" He hid his giggle at the brief flash of shock that showed on the normally emotionless face. "I’m eating a sandwich, I’m not hungry!" was the quick response. (What the hell is the kid working towards? He’s not…Eep! I think he is!) Omi had come over and sat down next to the red head, his thigh brushing against Aya’s, which meant he was sitting WAY too close. "So you admit you were staring at me?" "NO! Of course not, because I was not staring at you!" "Aya-kun, you are a really bad liar." "And what’s that supposed to mean?" "Nothing you don’t want it too." "Eep!" "Was that an ‘eep’ I just heard? Are you worried about something Aya?" "No! I’m fine, and I’m going to my room!" "Oh good, I can come with you." "NO!" Aya coughed. "I mean no, I have things to do and I need to think." "Hmm, well maybe you should do more things instead of thinking…" "Eep!" Aya coughed again. "Have you and Youji been hanging out recently?" Omi, still managing not to show his grin, nodded. "Yup, we went club hopping yesterday night!" Aya cleared his throat. "Maybe you shouldn’t hang around him so much, he seems to be having *cough* effects on you." Omi blinked some of his grin showing through as he moved closer to the red head. "Okay. So do you want to tell me why you were staring at me?" "I was NOT staring- Mph!" He words were cut short by Omi’s lips as they gently pressed against his in a soft lingering kiss. "I’ll be in your room if you need me." The blonde said, then bounced off. Aya blinked and stared dumb struck after him, one thought going through his suddenly dazed mind. "I was NOT staring!" he yelled up the staircase, for some reason having gotten up and run after the blonde. From up inside his room came the reply. "Suuuure. Maybe I should punish you for lying." "Ha! As if!" ~ End. Author’s second notes: short and kinda pointless. Well what did you think? OOC?