Actually this is a re-written version of another copy, which I won’t move here anytime recent. More or less because I can’t bear the sight of my old writing =(

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The vision of a familiar brunette, in his regular (ugly looking) gray uniform and his cherubic facial features appeared in my mental vision, occupying my thoughts and kicking my musings out of the window. It was only several seconds after I had begun drooling like a tap at the beautiful figure in my head that I realized that it was the exact same person whom I had been (cold) warring at for the past few days.

Shaking my head violently, I attempted to wave off that imaginary figure. Only to have him return immediately after each and every attempt. This was definitely not natural, and the only reason I could pinpoint was…

//Schuldich.// I growled mentally.

Several more images, which happened to be more… explicitly rated in contents, appeared in my ‘visionary’ field, and I could not help but feel the rise in temperature at the region around my head, and the oh-so-subtle tightness of the shorts I was clad in. Shaking my head again to calm myself, I reached for a glass of iced water, which happened to be conveniently placed on the table just beside my computer, and demanded, //What is the meaning of this?//

//Nothing really, Katzchen. But Nagi’s so busy moping nowadays, there’s nothing else I can do to entertain myself.// the german’s nasal voice resounded familiarly in my head. Judging by the faint chortling at his end of the conversation, I could tell that he had long since recognized my discomfit.

//Then find something else to do.// I replied gruffly, forcing my eyes to return to the luminous computer screen that I had been staring at for the past few hours. I was supposed to hack into the main computer of a major company today, however the screen seemed to be stuck only at the floor plans, as my mind was being invaded by a certain telepath who claimed boredom, and managed to snatch my attention for the past five minutes.

//So harsh, Katzchen.// Schuldich murmured, amusement lacing the edges of his mental voice.

//If you’re really that bored, go play with Ran-kun.// I grumbled, //I’m sure he will appreciate your company more than I would.//

//At this time of the night? However much I may love the man, I wouldn’t want to be at the receiving end of Ayan’s favourite phrase.// the german pointed out.

Speaking of the time, I jerked my head to my right where my clock rested. Three red numerical digits stared back at me, illuminated through the dark and almost impossible to miss. Four am. In the morning.

‘Kuso.’ I swore mentally, before turning to the redhead at the other end of the mental convesation. //Schuldich, I’m going to have to get back to work, or else—//

//Or else Ayan might just end up a mangled corpse on my doorsteps the next day. Is that it?// the telepath ended my sentence for me. Even though his words seemed laidback and half-hearted, his tone was fully serious, which easily informed me how important our redheaded teammate was to him.

//Yes.// I replied haltingly as I slowly focused my attention back onto information displayed before me on the screen of my computer.

As I slowly submerged myself into the numerous digits, codes and commands of the computer, I could vaguely hear Schuldich heave a sigh before bidding me goodnight.

~*~

As I rushed up the stairs to the relative safety of my room where I may work in peace, a white envelope suddenly appeared out of thin air and dangled right in my face. Raising a hand to brush away the offending object, which I had narrowly missed running right smack into, I attempted to resume my retreat to my room, only to be blocked by a solid arm this time.

“Omi, this is the Nth letter we’ve received in your stead, courtesy of Nagi Naoe.” The owner of the aforementioned arm began.

“And?”

The blonde heaved a sigh, much like the one I had heard the previous night, “How long do you intend to ignore him?”

“As long as I can?” I replied, disgruntled. I had been attacked with the same question thrice since this morning and, frankly speaking, I was ready to tear my hair and scream my lungs out if I hear another word of it again.

Before the man could reply, I continued, “Youji-kun, if he is unwilling enough to come up with just one sincere apology, why do you think I should forgive him?”

With that said, I dodged pass his form and dashed into the room at the end of the hallway before he could think up any crazy ideas. Such as garrote-ing my ass over to Nagi’s where I would promptly be forced to make peace with him.

Inhaling the familiar scent of my bedroom, I let the wooden door slide shut, my senses calmed by the fact that I was back in my territory where I knew I would be safe from those meddlesome questions. As I threw myself onto the linen mattress I called my bed, I heard faint sound of chuckling echoing in my head.

//So what you want is sincerity… // Schuldich’s nasal voice filled my head again, and soon another wave of chuckling bounced their way in my skull, almost as though my head was hollow.

//Is that too much to ask of him?// I rebuked before I could stop myself, my face scrunching up upon that thought. The fact that the telepath would not be able to see the scowl on my face did not deter me.

//Well, you know, it’s Nagi . If there’s anything he needs, it’s sincerity lessons.// Schuldich managed to gasp before bursting into laughter at kami knows where he is. And yes, I am well aware that it is his mental voice that’s doing the laughing.

When he was finally done laughing his German ass off at our predicament, our residential telepath managed to, somehow, haul his aforementioned behind back into our mental conversation, //So it’s Schu to the rescue eh? Well, Katzchen, I’ll get your Nagi-kun back to you in no time!//

Piku. Oops, I think I might have just popped a vein somewhere. Anyways, with a sharp kick at mental Schu’s bottom, I booted the telepath out of my head.

//Out Schouldich! Out of my head!// I half-roared at him as I focussed on walling up my mind. Forming a nice spherical wall around myself the way Nagi taught me, I managed to ward off the telepath for most of the day.

‘Nagi…’ the thought of having not seen my telekinetic for the past fortnight… wrenches my heart. Not that I was hurting myself deliberately. (I’m not a masochist, mou!) But this really isn’t just some easy matter that can be written off with just an ‘I’m sorry’!

Think about this. If you had this precious item, which in my case is my laptop, that you had spent months, maybe even a year, on its maintenance and functions. Then all of a sudden someone comes along and, manages to destroy the piece of art that you had spent so much time on, simply because he lost control of his telekinetic powers while you were moving towards the… physical aspect of your relationship, and he doesn’t even tell you face-to-face that he is sorry!

‘Perfect.’ I thought sourly, as I catch sight of my poor custom-made laptop, which had been splintered (splintered!) into multiple pieces. The urge to start throwing brittle items at the floor rose in me, and I had to force myself to take deep ragged breaths to calm myself.

‘Well,’ I thought in resignation, ‘this would probably be the worst day I had this week.’

~*~

As I spied the fortune teller across the street the next day while returning to the Koneko, I had a feeling I would be able to work up part of my ‘fortune’ for the day.

‘Today, be wary of everything and everyone.’ Yup, that’s what I would predict for myself.

Why do I say that? Simple. Because since this morning, nobody has pestered me about Nagi. No ‘When are you going to reconcile?’ or dangling letters. By all rights, I should be happy that peace has finally decided to return to my side, however, a certain unnamable unease seemed to creep into my mind. The ‘peace’ that I had experienced this morning seemed more like ‘calm before storm’.

The bells hung on the door announced my entry cheerfully, and the girls alongside Ken-kun who was at the counter looked up, his eyes seemed to sparkle upon identification. Instead of the usual ‘Thank god you’re here, Omi! Youji abandoned shift again, and Ran’s gone out with Schuldich.’, I was quite taken aback when he said, “Okaeri! Now go on and rest yourself!”

This was certainly odd. No, it was way deeper than odd. I could practically feel the hair on my skin stand on ends as I walked pass the door separating our apartment and the shop front. There had to be a conspiracy going on behind my back. Were they really going to kidnap me and force me to make out- oops I mean make up- with Nagi?

Silently, as I paced up the stairs, my hands crept to my side where I had hidden my darts. Slipping one out, I positioned it between my fingers, ready to fly should there be any threat presented. The walk through the hallway seemed to last an eternity as I cautiously sneaked pass the doors, poised to defend myself should they suddenly open without warning.

At last, I reached the doorway to my room. I blinked at the small gap between the wooden door and the door frame. I had a general habit of closing the door whenever I left. So there is something going on!

Extricating two more darts from my pouch with a hand, I carefully pushed at the door with the other, thanking kami that it did not creak as it inched open. Slowly, the once-dark room was illuminated with light that seeped through the doorway, and through squinted eyes, I identified the slender figure that was standing in the middle of the room.

“Nagi-kun?”

That was when I felt my strength slip from me. My body wobbled as my weakening feet slowly fell through under the pressure of my weight, and the darts slipped from my slacked fingers, colliding against the ground with light clinks. My vision blurred, and for a second, I thought that there were two Nagis instead of one.

And then, all became dark.

~*~

A familiar scent wafted into my nose, filling me with a gentle warmth that seemed to cradle me as though I was a baby. To say that it was comfortable was an understatement, and I proceeded to snuggle towards its source. Until a soft moan, which had been elicited from the aforementioned source, reached my ears.

Since when did my pillow learn how to moan? Or was it even able to in the first place?

//Oho, are you sure it is a pillow, Katzchen?// a nasal voice echoed in my head.

Not… a pillow? My sleep fogged mind attempted to link up the three-word-sentence. Chottomatte! Not a pillow?!

My eyes shot open with shock, and I was presented the sight of… a sleeping Nagi. And by kami was he beautiful! Even the rings beneath his eyes could not mar the beauty of my dear telekinetic. So in awe I was, that I simply stared at his face, with every intent to etch every single one of his facial features into my memory where I would be able to remember him for as long as I would live.

Almost as if he had heard my thoughts, midnight blue eyes fluttered open, and stared into my own. For just that moment, time seemed to stop for both of us, and we simply stared at each other, marveling each other’s looks, both unwilling to blink, lest we miss an important feature on the other’s face.

Alas, the moment did not last, and finally I decided to break the silence first. Releasing a lazy yawn, I murmured, “Hey.”

“Hi.” He replied simply, raising one pale, slender hand to rub at his eyes.

Bypassing his hand, I reached for the back of his neck where I pulled him down for a brief brush against his luscious lips.

The dreamy look on his face seemed to flee his face with that tiny kiss, as did my post-sleep stupor. Within a second, all my memories returned to me, and I seriously contemplated getting up from where I laid.

But his lap, which I realized to be the ‘pillow’ I had been lying on, was just so comfortable. Alongside the gentle scent, which was simply Nagi, that emanated from his body, I had a feeling I would not be able to extricate myself from that spot even if I wanted to.

“Omi…” the soft voice that drifted into my ears caught my attention, and I tilted my head in the owner’s direction. “Hm?”

His head was lowered, his eyes shadowing his eyes, but his demeanor easily spoke of his guilt and sorrow. With a soft quivery voice, he whispered, “I’m sorry..”

By then, my anger had already faded, and all that was left were scattered bits and pieces of grudge that easily dissipated when his apology came along. I would never be able to really hold anything against my itoushi, it seemed. Finally, with a sigh, I said, “Apology accepted. Just don’t let it happen again.”

“I… got you a new one though.” Nagi continued slowly, and a black object slowly floated towards me, plopping onto my lap, which thankfully was still on the bed.

Unwillingly, I sat up from Nagi’s comfy little lap and settled my back against the headboard beside him. Carefully, I ran a hand along the sleek lines of the jet black laptop, and slowly lifted the screen from its latch. Details quickly filled the screen of the notebook, and I realised that all my data, except for the custom-made modifications, had been duplicated onto this new one. Of course, in my stupefied state, I did not spare a moment to wonder where he had managed to acquire them, especially the classified ones.

“Oh Nagi…” I gasped, touched. Unshed tears of joy creaked to the crevices of my eyes threatening to roll off the edge any moment.

“I just… hope that you’ll forgive me.” My dear little itoushi mumbled cutely, blushing to the tips of his ears.

“And I do.” I replied gently, and proceeded to press my lips against his, ignoring the amused chortling that echoed in my head.

-Ende-