-Part 2-

Omi Strikes Back

 

"Asakusa, here we come!" Omi shouted, as Yohji sped off in his car, the little blond holding his hands up into the air, letting the wind beat against his fingers.

 

"Maranouchi, here I come!" Ken shouted, and sped off on his motorcycle in the opposite direction, letting the wind beat through his long chocolate locks.

 

Aya stood in the doorway, a dazed and quite confused look on his face as he watched both parties speed of like wild steed. "Bed, here I come." he yawned, and closing the shop door, dropped the blinds and walked back to his bedroom.

 

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Omi ran quickly down the long stretch of sidewalk, where all the market stands stood in Asukusa. "Ne, Yohji, look at this! Oh, and Yohji look at this!" He yelped, running back and forth between stands. It'd been quite some time since they had last visited here, and Omi hadn't changed from his buy-me-everything ways at all.

 

"Oi, Omi. Aren't we supposed to be finding.. fireworks?" Yohji asked, pulling off his sunglasses to gaze at the surrounding stores.

 

"Yeah, but can't we have fun too?" Omi whined, his large blue eyes cascading a sad look.

 

"Ahh.. Okay." He said, and taking the younger's arm to keep him from running again, walked with the crazed blonde, his eyes sharp, looking for anything that resembled fireworks so he could leave. "Honestly. Fireworks. God, what was Ken thinking?" He murmured.

 

"Yohji! Fireworks!" Omi cried, and dragged the startled brunette over to a large stand with a big red, white, and blue sign screaming the word in english. Omi dropped his hands onto the table, looking over every piece of fire-contained energy. "Orange Blossoms.. Sparklers... Rockets.. Bottlecaps..." he whispered, happily.

 

Yohji studied all of the smaller fireworks, giving each consideration. Looking at the man, who was obviously American, he sighed, and pulled out his wallet. "Three... Orange... Blossoms.." he said slowly, trying to hide the heavy Osaka accent that leaked through the english. "Four... boxes... Sparklers.." he continued. His eyes landed on a small black box. He picked up, looking over the contents, and a small smile broke over his face. "And this."

 

The man looked at the box. "Smoke bomb?" he laughed. "Good choice!" Tossing the eight boxes into a bag, he threw in a few books of matches, and calculated it. "1200 yen." he said.

 

Omi turned to Yohji, not understanding at all what Yohji or the man had said. "Yohji, how much?"

 

"1200 Yen. Give me 600, Omi." Yohji said, reaching to pull the money from his wallet.

 

The little blonde reached into his glittery wallet and pulled out the money, and handing it to the brunette, snatched the bag from the overly tall American, and walked to the next stand. "Ooh, Yohji!" He began again.

 

Yohji dropped the money onto the counter, and bowing, turned away and sighed. "Oi.. here we go again. Omi! Omi, wait up!" he shouted, and ran after the youngest who was already turning into the next rows of stands.

 

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Ken parked his bike in an alleyway, and looking both ways as he exited, turned onto the sidewalk and began to walk down the street. Pulling a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket, he turned it, trying to read the address. "Now, where is that place..." he said, glancing back and forth from the paper to the shops. "Ah! Got it!" Ken exclaimed, stopping in front of a large brown building. Glancing at his watch, he nodded. "I need to hurry. Aya's going to be expecting me home soon!"

 

[To Be Continued]