Title: Tenshi no Uta (Angel's song)
Author: Cali-chan! Self-proclaimed Queen of Misspelled
Words! ^.~
E-mail: silver_elf@edsamail.com.ph
Rating: Are... I think it's PG13... I _think_ mind
you.
Pairing: Ahahaha! I have decided! AyaxOmi, NagixOmi,
FarfelloxNagi, BradxShulderich, YoujixKen, BotanxManx
<--- OMG! A straight couple! O_o
Keywords: Omi, Aya, Nagi, castrati, composers, Rome,
17th century

Third chapter minna-san, and the wait for the next one
will be long I'm afraid. ^^* I've got exams this week
than articles for school to write... *Sighs* Blah. Me
hate school >.<-Doh!

Mucho's gracias to Wiggle-san who went through all the
trouble of pre-reading this and showing what a big
hunk of bad meat the unedited one was. With her help I
added the necessary seasoning... it's edible now. :3
She also showed me all sorts of new stuff. I've
learned comma's are not to be taken too lightly or
they'll jump up and bit your-

Nagi: Quite delaying and get on with it.

Hai hai! Thanks to the ml for all the musical
knowledge! The information on castrati helped... but I
will _not_ make Omi big, long legged and with arms
that reach to his knee's... nonononono. He's.. uhhh...
a special breed of castrati. I'm sure not all of them
were like that. O_O<-- in denial.

Ummm... On to the fic! :3 Next chapter which I just
finished will be out by this October. ^_^

Tenshi no Uta
Chapter 3: ~A Song of Infant Emotions~

"No.", Aya whispered, slowly walking onto the stage
and leisurely crossing his arms, "This song is to be
sung softly and with emotion. You are not dedicating
it drunkards who cannot tell one note from another!"

Watching the redhead berate his lover with lazy green
eyes, Youji silently pondered on how an ode to
drunkards would sound perchance. The deadly gaze
directed at Ken obviously made it hard for the boy to
summon up his usual spirit.

Youji's lips turned up at one corner. His lover was
irresistible when he wore that guilty expression on
his face. The urge to reach out and take the boy in
his arms for a quick kiss was strong, but it
outweighed the consequences he would have to face
under Aya. The cold cretin would probably order him to
remain after practices and work as he had done before.
[1]

Ken lowered his eyes. "So-sorry!"

"I have no use for words Ken. Actions are what I will
have. Practice that in your spare time. Aphrodite,
start act three.", Aya also refused to call them
anything but their stage names while they were
practicing.

Omi nodded, gazing adoringly at his maestro. The boy
had been wearing feminine clothing more frequently.
Youji noted it had started when Aya had commented that
he should try to delve more into his role as a woman.
Aya's pleasure obviously came first in the boy's mind.

Youji's thoughts were on the boy as his hauntingly
tender song filled the room, blue eyes half-mast as
sheer music ran from parted lips. His little white
hands clutched the front of his dress as if singing
the very music brought pain. Reaching a particularly
high note, he tilted his head and took full control of
it, stretching the sound until is slowly faded. Then
moving to the front of the stage he launched into
another composition, his voice filled with so much
longing Youji's heart ached.

How could Aya not claim such beauty when it was
offered to him? Omi would do anything to his pleasure.

Youji didn't discourage the cross dressing though. Omi
looked simply edible. With a slice of Ken pie [2],
what a feast he would have the honor of-

"Ares. You missed your cue."

Youji blinked down at the glowering composer before
muttering an apology. He set his expression into a
mask of anger and began to sing, low alto voice
echoing strongly through the room. "Dearest angel of
white winged hue! Wilst thou give me your whole heart
or none? The other half I must have, a cripple will
never be my rival!"

Omi glided forward, eyes narrow and filled with
cruelty, expression seductive. His pink roughed lips
were tilted up into a half-smile as he slowly rotated
inwards in a circular orbit, nearing the tall singer.
Youji thanked whatever god there was he wore lose
pants, "Be happy with the gifts I allow you to take.
This or nothing is what I offer. Mechaus is my husband
and so he must own a part of my love. Lover, harbinger
of death, take me now or to him I return." [3]

Youji allowed himself his own cruel smile. "I will not
allow it." Swiftly he breached the distance and
grabbed Omi's wrists, drawing him closer.

Almost immediately Omi pulled away, anger filling his
features. "Let me go." The boy swiftly glided towards
the haven of the exit, but Youji's body moved in front
of it.

Youji gathered the small boy up in his strong arms and
kissed the moist parted lips, drawing the sweet breath
from the boys mouth. Omi sighed, reluctantly giving
himself up. He pressed himself against the older man's
chest, hands clutching at the front of Youji's shirt.
Then Youji sank to the floor, small boy beneath him.
He was suspended in time, nothing mattered but the
warm plaint body beneath him. Omi lay limp under his
weight, head turned to the side exposing that long
elegant neck. His eyes were pools of seduction; Youji
would gladly drown in such beauty.

"Curtains down!"

Damn. Youji was extremely reluctant to stand and free
the youth beneath him. Omi smiled innocently as he
caught Youji's eye, unfazed by the fact that the older
man's weight was pinning him to the floor. Who could
stop here?! And judging from the way he kissed, Omi
was obviously not innocent in certain areas. It was
often that way with Key Castrati. Being extremely
solitary Youji knew they would take whatever attention
their keepers gave them. 

Ken stalked forward, a faint blush decorating his
glowering face, "You could look a little less
enthusiastic about it!"

"You shouldn't talk dear." Youji helped Omi up. "You
certainly looked like you were enjoying it in your
scene."

"Yet-", before he could finish Youji walked forward
and kissed him roughly, parting Ken's lips as his long
fingered hands cupped his lover's cheeks. Ken's breath
rushed into Youji's as he sighed, melting in his
beloved's arms.

From the corner of his eye he saw Omi blush and look
away, longing upon his face as his eyes discreetly
fell on Aya who had turned away to pick up his script.
Youji broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against
Ken's.

Damn cold redhead _cretin_.

As if hearing Youji's thoughts, Aya turned and focused
his iris glare on him. What?! What had he done wrong
now?!, "I'm giving you three hours' rest period.
Practice resumes at 3:00.", Aya turned to Omi, "The
carriage is waiting to take you to our home if you
wish."

"Thank you.", Youji noted the 'our home'. He
reluctantly realized if there was anyone more intent
on keeping Omi well cared for and safe it was Aya.
Maybe the composer wasn't as terrible as he surmised.

But he was so blind!

Omi's voice was hopeful as he nervously took his
belongings into his thin frail arms, "Will you be
coming with me?"

Aya's gaze met Omi's, "I have more important things to
do.", he turned away, "Be sure to be back on time."

Sadness filling his features, Omi merely left with a
wave and a smile for them, not bothering to change his
clothing. Still dressed in his hugging white dress, a
blue sash tied around his waist, it was no surprise
that many thought he was female. Especially deceiving
was the tightness of the clothing around the chest
which gave a hint of a small cleavage. Manx's talent
was unbelievable, Youji thought, as he watched the
willowy boy disappear.

Ken suddenly grabbed his arm and gazed up with pitiful
eyes, "I'm hungry, Yo-tan."

Youji smiled, all attention once more focused on the
man he loved, "Time to try once again to fill up that
bottomless pit of yours hmm?"

Ken sighed dejectedly and shook his head, "You're
cruel, have I told you that?"

Youji laughed and took Ken into his arms.
~*~*~*~*~*

This was the place.

Nagi stood nervously before the large house, tightly
clutching the white roses Shuldrich had insisted he
take. Brad had made it clear that Takatori allowed him
to come and go as he pleased, the old bastard knew he
wasn't going anywhere.

His memories of Omi were what helped him go through
the ordeal of slowly getting accustomed to his new
life as a castrati. For an unfathomable reason he
couldn't grasp, he could not forget her.

Getting accustomed to his new lifestyle meant getting
accustomed to the two men who now played the part of
family. Shuldrich. The German utterly frustrated him!
He constantly demanded Nagi listen to the perverse
details of how Brad pleasured him the night before,
insisting teasingly he should take notes. [4] Yet with
his combined charm and wit, none could deny him what
he wanted. He constantly used this to get his lover
and Nagi to do what he wanted. Brad. Cold as he was,
the man showed concerned for his well being. He
constantly asked Nagi if he was well or had a need for
anything, forever keeping in mind his safety. But Nagi
guessed it was due to the fact he was his assigned
guardian.

He hadn't seen Takatori since the night they castrated
him.

Nagi painfully missed his mother, his little brother
Makoto. Perhaps even Farfello, the strange Irishman
his mother had hired to protect him. But Farfello
hadn't been there... on that night. He had ordered the
one-eyed man to punish another young man for
slandering his mother. 

That's when Takatori had taken his chance.

A voice rang out behind him, interrupting his reverie.
"Excuse me? May I help his lordship?" It was a young
lady in the attire of the Fujimiya household, arms
filled with her purchases from the market.

Nagi's courage suddenly failed him. What was he doing
here? He knew her name but nothing else, a chance
meeting that had somehow gave way to an obsession. She
was a noble. As a castrati what could he offer her?
His past life as a Naoe had to be forgotten as his new
position in society meant changes. He could no longer
seduce young ladies at whim, due now to his lack of
status. 

"It is nothing. I apologize." He turned to leave but a
familiar musical voice rang out and caused him to
stop.

"Nagi?", Omi glided out of the carriage which just
rolled up. Nagi's chocolate eyes instantly focused on
her.

She was dressed in a billowy white silk dress, tight
at the waist and shoulders to accentuate her hips and
tiny bosom. The skirt flared perfectly, seeming to
pour in waves to the dusty ground. Beneath the hem,
tiny white slippers peeked daintily out. A sash tied
at her waist, the same color as her eyes was the only
splash of color.

"Nagi! You visited!" Nagi's heart leapt as Omi's
entire demeanor brightened, her eyes only on him. Her
face was alight as she moved gracefully towards him,
coming to a stop by his side.

"I-I got this for you!", Nervously Nagi handed her the
roses. Their fingers brushed as she took it, his heart
jumping at the slight contact.

"I thank you.." She held them close to her face,
sighing softly at their fragrance. She tilted her
head, her lips slowly curving into a pleased smile, "I
love white roses." Suddenly the silence was broken as
Omi's hunger made itself known.

"I suggest they not be eaten.", Nagi stated dryly.

Her laugh reminded Nagi of tiny bells, light and soft,
"Come in and join me? I'm afraid I can't stay out in
the sun long, my skin is easily burnt." It was then
Nagi took notice of her unnatural whiteness. It was as
if she hadn't touched the sun's rays in years.

Her hand suddenly clasping firmly on his sleeve gave
him no choice. Atleast that was what the reason the
young man found.
~*~*~*~*

Omi was beside himself with happiness. It was the
first time anyone had paid him a visit. This was not
surprising since he was unusually shy around others,
keeping silent and only speaking is addressed to. So
far the only close acquaintances he had were Youji,
Botan, Ken and Manx, and this was due to the close
proximity needed between themselves.

He kept his distance from everyone else. One reason
being he was content with the friends that he had,
another being Aya had warned him that most of the
people would likely take advantage of his inexperience
in social matters. He was so shy, only leaving his
home if Aya needed him, that Youji had cheerfully
dubbed him Aya's shadow.

His thoughts turned to his guest.

He had only met Nagi once before, but the boy wasn't
very easy to forget. He was beautiful in Omi's eyes,
his youth giving him an air of innocence but his
manner being of a man. He was the first person ever to
approach him in an attempt at friendship. Omi would
never forget him for that.

The other boy walked half a step behind him, dark eyes
brooding as he was led through the large house. The
long unkept chocolate bangs tumbled about, framing
dark eyes and high cheekbones. A small frown was on
his lips. His being dressed entirely in a suit of
black seemed to heighten the somber attitude he had
picked up upon entering Aya's home.

Unnerved by Nagi's sudden change of mood, Omi timidly
reached out and affectionately brushed wayward hair
out of the boy's eyes before flashing a smile. He
turned and led the way into his suites. Behind him
Nagi fingered the spot where Omi's hand had touched,
eyes wistful.

Nagi's eyes widened at the lavish surroundings. The
room was filled with symbols of wealth, a wide
canopied bed, a tiny sitting room, soft Persian
carpets. Something soft rubbed against his leg making
him jump slightly.

"Tot!", Omi called. It was a snow white Persian, it's
bright green eyes half mast as Omi lovingly ran his
hands through her soft fur.

Nagi reached down to stroke her head as well. "She's
beautiful."

Omi was pleased, "She is most precious to me."[5]

Once Nagi had taken a seat, Tot having once more
falling asleep upon one of the carpets, Omi leaned
down so that they were nearly eye level, "Would you
like something to drink?"

Nagi gaze roamed down to Omi's chest, a slight flush
gracing his cheeks, "I-I've already eaten..."

"A-alright.", Omi smiled nervously. He was at a loss.
He had never entertained guests in the past. He sat
down on the chair beside Nagi's, head lowered.

Uncomfortable silence ensued.

"You can talk, you know.", Nagi murmured in amusement.

"A-alright.", Omi's hands clutched at his chair's
armrests . Suddenly one of Nagi's own covered his
right. 

The warmth was pleasing. Familiar. Omi didn't pull
away.

Nagi leaned close smiling, "So, it seems you are a
princess. Such rich surroundings her highness has!"

Omi's eyes widened as he shook his head, sending
golden locks tumbling about his face, "Not at all! I'm
just staying over for Maestro Aya's play.", he was
taken aback by the sudden happiness that filled the
other boys face. The hand on his own tightened
considerably.

"I see.", Nagi moved his chair closer, "So, is Aya
your lover?"

Omi blushed, the mention of being his Maestro's lover
and Nagi's thumb proceeding to rub the back of his
hand unnerving him, "No-not at all."

"So. Who _is_ your lover?", Nagi moved their entwined
hands to Omi's thigh. 

The older boys head lowered, recognizing the familiar
dance of soft touches and words. His former masters
had done it often enough. 

Yet Omi couldn't find the heart to push the boy away.
There was something in the boy's eyes, an emotion that
begged to be allowed to make itself known. The very
emotion Omi had caught in his own eyes when gazing at
the mirror, Aya watching him as he paraded Manx's
dresses.

"I have none.", his voice came out as a whisper.

He knew what Nagi wanted.

The very thing Aya refused him.
~*~*~*~*
Nagi proceeded with great caution, yet uncertain of
the allowance she gave him. He stood and pulled her
up, drawing her warmth close to himself. She fit so
perfectly, his arms wrapping around her slim waist.
His heart tightened at their close proximity.

The scent of roses that drifted from her washed over
him. Nagi pressed his lips down on her shoulder,
tongue flicking out to taste her skin. Tenderly he
moved his mouth to the slim elegant neck, nibbling
slightly. She tasted of sweetness, innocence.

"Na-Nagi...", He silenced her by covering her lips
with his. They were soft, a hint of strawberries on
them [6]. Hands moving from her waist to her neck, he
tilted her head to gain better access. Slowly he
coaxed her mouth open, tasting every part of her warm
mouth, taking her breath into himself and returning
it. 

This, Nagi decided, was heaven itself.

Omi was pliant in his arms as he crushed her against
him, hand reaching for the ribbon on her breast. She
pulled away at the touch but Nagi reached out and
caught her, pressing her down on the nearby bed. When
she started to whimper he rained soothing kisses on
her face, running his hands through her hair.

"Shhhh... it's all right.", she quieted in his arms,
her little white hands reaching to clutch the front of
his shirt, "Just trust me."

Nagi pressed warm lips against her ear, "I think I
love you..."

Omi's eyes were filled with indecision, which Nagi
quickly brushed away with his lips.

He would have her. He had countless lovers in the
past, yet he had never felt such craving. Completion
was fulfilled when he was in her presence.

This was love. 

He finally ran his hand under her skirt, searching for
the small mouth. What he encountered instead, made him
pull them away as if they had been burned. He cupped
her, no. _His_ face and tilted it up to meet his
stunned eyes, "Yo-you're not a woman.."

Omi blinked up at him, confusion clouded his features,
"You... you had no knowledge of it?"

Nagi shook his head,his expression dumbfounded.

Omi laughed bitterly as he slipped away from him,
standing up to slowly brush the creases from his
skirt.

"I...", Nagi reached for him, taking his hand, "Who
are you?"

Omi's voice was so soft Nagi had to strain to hear it,
a whisper of words hesitantly given, "I... I am Aya's
Key castrati...."

Nagi's mind was a haze of indecision. The beautiful
young girl was a boy, a fellow castrati. It was not
that he had never slept with another man in the past.
He often allowed other young lords to seduce him,
enjoying the dominance grown men exerted over him and
equally enjoyed gaining control over them in return.
Infact, gender never really mattered. But Omi had
utterly fooled him in this illusion of a woman. 

Yet somehow, the new revelation seemed not to dull any
of his emotions towards the boy. It was exactly the
opposite. The lust, urge and love he felt towards Omi
grew as he saw him in this new light.

They were the same, perfectly the same. Men adored for
their voices. Loved for their songs they sung and the
pleasure they gave through that act. Nothing else
would make them amount to anything but the music they
created. Just as any man or woman would not trully be
able to understand them. Half-men...

But they could understand each other.

Omi moved to glide away but Nagi's grip on his hand
refused to lighten. He looked down at it, a hint of
panic rising "Na-nagi?"

"Don't go... Omi."

Omi looked away, "Why?"

The younger of the pair suddenly fell silent. What
could he say to compensate for this mistake? Foolishly
he had though he was a woman. Omi must think now that
he had discovered otherwise, Nagi would have lost
interest in himself. What could he say? Words that
would make what he truly felt known...

Omi stood waiting, eyes slightly cold and impatient.
Nagi's voice came out hoarse, frustrated with his own
ineloquence, "I meant everything I said a moment ago.
I love you." he kissed Omi's fingers. "Please...
stay."

A subtle tilting of lips, the smile he had nearly lost
reappearing. Its beauty took his breath away. He
reached out and stroked Nagi's hair, "Alright."

Nagi closed the distance between them, his fingers
nervously pulling at the strings on Omi's dress. Omi
aided him, leading Nagi's hands towards the clasps and
various complications in a woman's clothing. When it
finally slipped to the floor, chocolate eyes roamed
over the little body, marveling at perfection. Not a
single blemish or mark marred Omi's cream colored
skin.

Nagi lay him on the bed and settled atop of the older
castrati, their eyes meeting. Lowering his head, their
gazes never breaking contact, his lips once more moved
down to taste him. His skin was sweet and cool to his
tongue.

Breath catching, Omi buried his hands into Nagi's dark
hair, pulling them both closer. His soft sighs urged
Nagi forward.

Never. Never had Nagi felt such happiness. Such tender
emotions wrenched from his heart. The boy in his arms
suddenly was the only that mattered. Omi was
everything.

Nagi knew he loved him. [7]
~*~*~*~*

Aya walked briskly up the stairs to his home, iris
eyes alight. Clutched in his hands was a small
package, carefully and lovingly wrapped in brown paper
and pink ribbons. A present, for the boy who had been
working the hardest of all to make sure their play
came out as no less than perfect.

He had felt terrible to have to refuse Omi his company
during the rehearsal, but he had wanted to have this
done with by today.

Or he would never again be able to make himself summon
the courage.

Guilt had ridden Aya's conscience during the last few
weeks. He had blatantly refused the Omi, denying the
castrati the affection and love he himself wanted to
give. His walls would crack at the sadness on the
little one's face. But he had done nothing.

Aya didn't want to be hurt. He had learned loving led
to pain. But not loving brought it's own pain, and
none of the momentary happiness.

Aya had finally accepted the growing feelings he had
for the castrati. Omi clearly reminded him of his
sister. The sheer innocence, the beauty. They were
both always filled with wonder and love. 

And they had both touched his heart as none else
could.

He would take Omi's love and give his own in return.
Aya decided would be able to better protect this
innocence if he loved him.

As he climbed the steps to Omi's room, the melody of
young voices floated to Aya's ears, enfolding him.

The music was utterly exquisite, young voices in such
perfect union they seemed but one. Listening closely
he could make out Omi's sweet light soprano, but
another voice, stronger but less in skill, joined with
his.

Aya moved quickly. Who was with Omi? Who owned this
beautiful voice? He must rewrite the play to include
this one. He had never heard such perfection. Never in
his life-

Upon slamming the door to Omi's quarters open, the
music broke. 

As did the happiness that had filled him.

Omi was sitting up in his bed, his blanket to his
waist, but Aya could tell he was in a state of
undress. Beside his castrati, gently stroking the
golden brown locks was another boy. He was beautiful,
slim and light skinned, long lashed almond eyes
lovingly gazing down on the castrati. Omi's head was
on his shoulder and around them was an air of
contentment.

The fury rose within upon seeing the other's boys
similar state of undress. Lovers?!

Aya's voice came out cold and scathing, barely
contained anger seeping into his words, "May I ask
_what_ has occurred here?"

Glancing up in surprise, Aya watched dispassionately
as Omi's face paled, "Maestro! I-"

The fiery haired man stalked towards them, his deadly
gaze falling on the strange boy, "Get out."

Omi tightened his hold on the other youth's waist, the
other boy's arms pulling him close. This only fueled
the composer's anger, "Maestro! Nagi-"

"Nagi is it?", he ignored the sullen glare the boy
flashed, "I never want to see you again near this
household, or near Omi for that matter."

"Maestro!", Omi's expression was one of desperate
sadness. Why? Why was this the only emotion he could
give the boy?!

"Do you forget?", Aya's tone caused Omi to fall
silent, "Do you forget who owns you here?!", his eyes
moved once more to Nagi, "Leave."

The boy reluctantly pulled away from Omi's hold and
quickly slipped on his clothing. When finished and
nearing the door he caught Omi's eye, his own filled
with pregnant meaning. Then slowly he slipped outside.

The look of happiness on Omi's face brought Aya pain,
"You disappoint me."

"Maestro...", Omi's voice was pleading.

"Here I strive to keep your innocence safe, to protect
you. Yet you throw yourself around!", Aya heart
clenched. Omi had betrayed him. The innocence he had
so cherished, given away so freely...

Omi looked broken as he reached out to touch Aya's
sleeve, "That is not true! You know I never slept with
anyone else but him while I was here! I _never_ threw
myself at him! He asked for my affection... he said he
loved me!"

Aya pulled away in disgust, "You are a slut."[8]

Omi's face paled, then suddenly Aya watched in morbid
fascination as a strange change undertook within the
small boy. Innocence and desperation shifted to fury
and hate, Omi stood and wrapped the blanket tightly
around himself.

Then moving so swiftly Aya froze at his disappearance,
the castrati grabbed a nearby vase and hurled at the
space between Aya's feet. As the redhead watched in
stunned silence, Omi pressed himself against one of
the room's corners, eyes narrowing.

"You want to save my innocence?! Then where were you
nine years ago?! Where were you when my first maestro
took me in my own bed, my wounds barely healed?! Where
were you when they locked me up?!"

Tears started to stream down the boys cheeks that were
flushed red in anger, "Where were you when they beat
me to let me do what they would?! Protect me? You're
too late!", Omi buried his face in his hands, "You
condemn me for Nagi, the comfort I find in his love!
The comfort you would never give me... You wish
protect me?!", Omi's broken eyes met his, voice fading
into a whisper, "You can't even bear to touch me...",
the castrati hurriedly put on his clothes and moved to
rush out the door, tears spilling freely.

Aya's emotions took hold, breaking from within their
cage. He knew he was losing the boy. He had been _so_
foolish! Already a wall was forming between them,
slowly growing thicker each second that passed in
Omi's growing fury and his own waning anger.

He was losing him as he had lost his sister.

Reaching out swiftly he snatched the boy into his arms
and held him close, pressing Omi's face to his chest.

"Let me go!", Omi began to struggle but Aya held his
small warm bundle fast, his face buried in the soft
downy hair. Omi smelled so sweet...

"I hate you! Let me go! Maestro please! Let me-"

"No.", Omi's struggles ceased at the strength and
devotion weighed upon that single word, "Never.", he
slowly pulled away to meet Omi's stunned expression,
his voice breaking, "I will never let you go..."

A single tear fell.

Omi stared at it in wonder, small delicate fingers
reaching out to wipe it from his face. Then slowly,
almost timidly, he placed his head beneath Aya's chin
and listened to the strong beat of his maestro's
heart.

Aya wondered if he could hear it breaking. [9]
~*~*~*~*
[1] Work? hihi... what sort of work? >:3 fufufufufu...
Youji: Shut up. -.-
[2] mmmmm... Ken pie. *Drool*
Mom: Not on the carpet! >:[
[3]Frankly I can't imagine Yo-tan singing _that_. But
Wiggle-san said opera's were sung then. ^.^
[4]I wish Shu would let _me_ take notes. ;p
[5]Cali-chan _loves_ neko's. Hell, she is one!
^_-_^<-Cali neko's-> :3
[6]Cali likes strawberries. And so Omi must taste
delicious because- *mindless rambling cut off for your
sanity*
[7] Cali promises Lemon. As soon as she learns to
write them. ^.^*
[8] 'Aya the Prick' strikes again. ;p
[9] Awwww... 'Aya the Prick' redeems himself. Now he's
a semi-prick.
Aya: Hnn. *Pokes her with his sheathed Katana*
Oww! Fine. Kinda Pr-
Aya: *draws sword*
O.o ... Aya is wonderful! ^__^;;;;
Omi: -.-