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The Hazards of Dating	By : katami Category: Weiß Kreuz > General Views: 1801 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: No, this fic is not dead! The muses have been hiding for awhile and Bleach is currently holding my soul and creativity hostage, but I still love Weiss.

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Omi read the screen, happiness and panic filling him in about equal measure. He beat down the panic. He was happy, ecstatic even, he was. Nagi had gotten Crawford to let him out. Apparently, after his last girlfriend the pre-cog had really cracked down on his dating. Not that Omi blamed Crawford, Tot was enough to scare anyone. It still amazed him that someone as smart and together as Nagi had liked such a bubblehead. Then again, he had Ouka in his dating closet so it wasn’t as if he could actually throw stones. Although liking Tot really did deserve a few boulders.

Still, Nagi had gotten Crawford to let him out meaning he and Nagi could go out. On a date. Together.

And now he was back to panicking.

Where could they go? What should he wear? What if Kritiker found out? Or worse, Aya? What if they had nothing to talk about?

He took a deep breath and tried to be rational. Millions of people went on dates, he told himself reasonably, if they did it, he could do it. And he and Nagi always had plenty to talk about when they chatted online. It was what had led to them being friends and now to dating.

He and the telekinetic had met while gaming online. They both shared a passion for Halo and WoW and gotten talking over long hours of gaming. He wasn’t sure exactly when he had figured out that his online friend, theonlysaneone, was Nagi Naoe, but by the time he had it was too late. He was hooked.

He and Nagi had fun together. The two of them had made a formidable gaming duo and trading anecdotes about their teams and lives had become an almost a daily part of their routines even when they weren‘t playing.

Frankly, it was nice to have someone his own age who understood what his life was like. Nagi not only understood, he lived it - with slightly wackier teammates. Omi still wasn’t able to picture Schwarz playing Scrabble, although the pitched battle Nagi claimed it had disintegrated into was easy enough to imagine. Hearing about Schwarz game night made him glad Weiss didn’t have anything like that. Although he had gotten to tell Nagi about the time Ken had managed to dent both Yohji‘s Super Seven and Aya‘s Porsche. Omi still wasn't quite sure how he had kept his teammates from killing the brunette, or how Ken had survived the six weeks of triple shifts in the shop. The chuckle it had received from Nagi had left a warm glow in him though.

“Hey bishonen, Aya wants you downstairs. Check out those over eighteen websites later, we’ve got customers,” called Yohji in that lazy drawl of his from where he was lounging in the doorway.

Omi felt a blush rising on his cheeks and quickly closed the browser. “I was just checking my email, Yohji,” he tried explaining. Yohji’s grin said he wasn’t buying it and Omi felt his cheeks flame even more. Couldn’t the man think of anything else? Then again, it was Yohji.

Yohji…who went on hundreds of dates. Who knew all the best places to take dates and what to wear and what to say. Granted, most of Yohji’s dates were women but there had to be some overlap in skills, right? Yohji would be able to help him get ready for his date with Nagi!

All he had to do was survive the teasing the other man would do. He loved Yohji but the other man had a wicked sense of humor. How the hell was he going to enlist Yohji’s help and avoid years of teasing? Not to mention the other man snooping into who he was going out with? While he didn’t think Yohji would object too much to associating with Schwarz, he knew Ken would pitch a fit, and Aya…well, he was fond of his head where it was, thank you very much. Clearly, planning was required.

He followed Yohji down to the shop, accepting a glare from Aya for being late for his shift, and quickly got to work on an order that needed to go out that afternoon. The work was easy and left him with ample time to think. This date had to be perfect. He would have to take the telekinetic somewhere nice and they would have to do something fun. He felt the panic returning. There was so much to plan and he had to get a car. There was no way he was dragging Nagi around on the back of the scooter. He was fairly sure Crawford would not approve. And according to Nagi, acts of Schuldig, and Omi didn’t even want to guess at what those were, had been required to get Crawford to agree to one date. There was no way he was endangering his chances of a second date by transporting Nagi in anything other than a car.

Once again making Yohji his best bet. Of course, getting Yohji to give up his car would likely require an act of God or Aya. Neither of which were going to be inclined to help him, noted Omi sourly. Which left him with slightly less ethical and more traditional means of securing Yohji’s cooperation for the date.

Pleading. And failing that, a little blackmail.

“Yohji-kun, could I talk to you for a second?” he asked, catching Yohji as they finished clearing the shop later that afternoon. He turned big blue eyes on the older assassin. He had learned early on that very few people could say no when he played cute and he wasn’t above exploiting that fact. Especially when a date with Nagi was riding on it.

“Sure thing, Omittchi,” murmured Yohji, snagging a bottle of water and leading the way up the stairs to his room. Yohji tossed himself into the bay window seat in his room, somehow managing to sprawl in the too small space. One day Omi was going to figure out how he did it. The younger assassin settled himself on the blonde’s bed, wondering how to start. Honesty seemed the best option…well, limited honesty. What Yohji didn’t know, Aya couldn’t kill him for.

“I need your help, Yohji-kun,” he stammered, hating that he did so, but unable to help it. “I have a date.” The grin that spread over Yohji’s face really should have been illegal. “And I sorta need to know where to take them and everything.” The grin had, if anything, grown wider and Omi wondered that his face didn’t catch fire.

“You must really like this girl,” murmured Yohji. “Is she pretty?”

He thought about correcting the older assassin but decided that if Yohji thought he was going out with a girl there would be less chance of him figuring out the truth. As for Nagi being pretty? Well, he was; but Omi was also fairly sure the telekinetic would break every bone in his body if he ever said so. “Uh…sort of. Yohji-kun, I just need somewhere really nice to take this person. This date has got to be perfect. It‘s really important.”

Yohji’s smile softened to something sweet and he said more softly, “Of course I’ll help, Omi. Hm…perfect. Let’s see… There’s a place up the coast, a little pricy and you’ll have to make a reservation for dinner, but the view at sunset is incredible and the food is great. That should work, shouldn’t it?” He nodded eagerly. “Hm…a movie is traditional for first dates but those make it hard to talk to the other person, maybe dancing or an art show or something,” murmured Yohji, thinking aloud. “I know! There’s this great little coffee house, live music and everything. Any girl will love it.”

“That sound’s perfect. Thanks so much, Yohji! Listen, just one more thing…”

“Not a problem. Here you go,” laughed Yohji, getting up an tossing him a box. Omi caught the box on reflex, and then dropped it as he realized what it was.

A box of condoms.

His face flamed even brighter and he tried to stammer a reply. He really didn’t want to have the whole birds and bees talk with Yohji, health class had been more than enough. “They…uh…Health class…that is…um, I really don’t need any of that, Yohji-kun. I was sort of hoping I could borrow your car?"

Yohji frowned, clearly not thrilled with the idea. "I'd like to help Omi, but no one drives my baby but me," murmured Yohji with a shrug. Clearly, big guns were required, or in this case, a little blackmail.

"I understand." Omi smiled and got up, retrieving a small manila envelope from his room and tossing it to Yohji. "You really shouldn't keep things like that on your hard drive, Yohji-kun. It would be a real shame if Aya-kun saw those," he murmured, as Yohji opened the enveloped and paled. Omi wasn't sure how he had convinced the redhead to wear the dress, but he did know that if Aya knew Yohji had taken pictures then Yohji's life expectancy would drop to mere minutes.

"When do you need the car?" asked Yohji.
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