Omi\'s Terrible Discovery

author\'s notes i dont\' know why, i\'m always doing something to Omi... some OOC-ness *falls on knees crying* i\'m so sorry!!!!!!! Please dont\' kill me.

warnings implied yaoi. pairings: omi/hehehe... you\'ll see... umm... cussing

disclaimer i own farfie! MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *cough-gag-twitch-sneer* okay, okay, I don\'t actually own farfie, but hey, at least i try. Weiß Kreuz belongs to those it belongs to, don\'t make me look the names up people.

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Omi yawned and finally took his fingers off of the keyboard. He raised his hands up and stretched, loosening hired red muscles. It was long past midnight, and though his body was urging him to consider sleep, his mind raged on wide awake. Placing his hand lightly on the mouse, he scanned the page on the screen. A link caught his eye: FanFiction.net. Curios, Omi clicked on it.

After surfing around the site for a minute, he went to the Anime fanfiction and gasped in suprise. \"What the-?\"

Weiss Kreuz

Omi quickly clicked the link and scanned the stories shown on the page. They were all about them! Oh My God! Omi was in utter shock as he glanced through a few....

Two hours later, Omi was still at FanFiction.net and he was getting mad. Finishing up his 30th fic, he let out a frustrated cry. Actually, it was more like a scream. In every story involving him and another member of weiss in a \"romantic scenario\", Omi was always placed as the uke. Omi shuddered. It\'s not that the idea that he was bottom disturbed him, or that people were imagining him this position. It was that every single story had it with him recieving.

\"This isn\'t fair!\" Omi belted out, closing the screen and turning off the computer in anger. He sat there in the dark, overveiwing this new discovery. Am I that much a wussie? Dammit, what is wrong with people! Why do I always have to be the one to take it up the a-er... butt. Omi leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. I have to prove them wrong! I\'ll show them! A happy grin spread across his face as he headed for the bed.

\"Morning Omi!\" Ken greeted as Omi slumped sleepily into a kitchen chair. \"Spend all night on the net again?\"

\"Huh? Oh, yea, something like that.\" Omi muttered, resting his forehead against his arm. Ken reached over and ruffled Omi\'s hair. It was at that moment Omi remembered his resolve from that night. He quickly reached up and shoved Ken\'s hand away. Ken gave him a suprised look. Ken slowly walked away and then headed into the flower shop, glancing back warily. A slow grin crept over Omi\'s face. It\'s the perfect plan. Omi let out an evil cackle, causing Ken to drop a flower pot on his toe.



Ken was scared. Very scared. He was backed into the wall, in the storage closet. Before him was, of all people, Omi. Omi... A very erotic looking Omi- Wait! Stop this, Ken! Look at that look he is giving you! Ken looked... Yes indeed, Omi wanted to screw like bunnies in mid July. That really wasn\'t what Ken was suppose to see, naturally. He was suppose to see innocent little Omi, with his cute little grin. But, no, that wasn\'t there. All he saw was Omi slamming the door shut and pulling the lock closed.



Yohji was highly amused... Not that this was an odd event, he was always amused. But none the less, when he saw Ken come flying out of the storage closet looking like he\'d been fucked more ways than in his life combined, Yohji was amused. Yohji was even amused as Omi tackled him down on his own bed. \"Omi! What the hell?\"

Omi didn\'t respond, he just started ripping clothes off. So, maybe Yohji wasn\'t no longer amused. After all, his favorite tank top was in shreds on the floor right now. Nope, Yohji definitely wasn\'t amused by this. Not that he stopped Omi. Oh no, Yohji might have been shocked, scared, and a little worried, but he was still a horny bitch who enjoyed a nice fling every once in a while.







Aya was glaring as Yohji passed him with a goofy grin on his face. Something odd was going on, Aya just knew it. Ken walked by, bumping into the cash registrar. Yes, indeed, something odd was definitely going on. Aya continued his trade-mark glare, because if he didn\'t, wellen sen something would be even more out of place. And we can\'t have that, can we Aya? No, we can\'t. So, when Omi walked by, with a devilish grin on his face, Aya knew it had something to do with him. The boy looked, well, thoroughly satisfied for some odd reason.

Now, Aya was not an idiot. He could tell when someone had just had sex, having taken part in the act himself. That\'s right people, Aya had done the naughty. But that was besides the point. Aya was determined to get to the bottom of this. Even if he had to glare his way through Ken, Yohji, and finally Omi, he would. He turned to Yohji. \"What is wrong with you?\"

\"Mmm... Let\'s just say, I have so much more respect for the little bishounen.\" Was all he said. Aya watched him walk away, and then turn to Ken with a glare. Ken, over hearing, already knew what to say.

\"Don\'t let Omi get you in the storage closet.\" Ken said. \"Seriously, I don\'t know what\'s up with him. I wasn\'t that horny when I was his age.\"

Aya contemplated his findings. Something diffinetely happened. And if his findings were the truth, Omi had been the person to do it. So, naturally, Aya had to... well... Get in on the action himself.







Omi laid on his bed at the end of the day, smiling to himself. Well, I definitely showed them! The perfect plan. Omi\'s smile widened as he thought back on the events of the day. He was tired, obviously. But, that didn\'t stop him from picking up the phone and quickly dialing a number. He waited as the phone rang. \"Hello, is Nagi there?\"







end notes that\'s it! wee! i know, not really \'dirty\' but, hey, it was just a one shot fic to just pass the time away with. hope ya\'ll enjoyed it! ^.^