Disclaimer/warnings: I own everything...mwahahahah! Really, do we have to do this? I own purse lint, and a very cute drawing my son gave me cause he says I’m prettyfull.(Prettyfull is in the all-purpose day-care dictionary, for those who are wondering ) I just borrow these guys for my own little demented purposes, and will give them back relatively unharmed when I’m through. Oh and this is Yaoi, though I only have a vague idea of where this is headed, length and such. Comments are most appreciated. hint hint

A very special thank you to Krysana, who reads through my bad spelling, grammar, and poor use of comma’s grin, and still take her precious time to beta my stuff. hugs I thank you dearly.

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If I Should Fall

Keys jingled just behind the door, followed by a soft curse. Another key was denied and then another, followed by much more vehement swearing. After a few moments, the keys fell to the ground and a deep breath was drawn followed by a string of curse words in two different languages. In his drunken state, Youji figured he would have more luck cursing the door open rather than unlocking it manually.

The figure that had been sitting on the cool tiles of the hallway was startled awake, dropping the book that had been in his lap. Slowly he unfurled himself into a standing stretch, shaking off his slumber. It took a moment to remember where he was and why he was there. Omi snorted at the words coming from the other side of the door as they became more creative. The longer he listened, the more creative Youji got, which amused Omi simply because Youji shouldn’t have been able to stand upright let alone string words together into such a blistering one sided commentary the way he could while stone drunk.

Omi unlatched the door and turned the handle. Youji fell through the opening door, stumbling on Omi who did no more than put his arms out to hold Youji upright. It took a moment for Youji to realize that he had not hit the floor.

“Oi! Omi.” He said merrily.

Omi turned his head slightly to avoid the stench of Youji’s breath.

“Hello Youji-kun.” He replied softly. Omi’s legs started to buckle under the weight, “Let’s get you to bed.”

Youji started to move in the direction of the stairs until he realized that his legs simply were not going to listen to him. Omi somehow managed to keep Youji from pitching forward.

“Together, Youji-kun.”

“Ya ya. I got, I got it.” Youji mumbled.

After a few awkward moments, they managed to get upstairs. Omi propped Youji up against the wall beside Youji’s door and proceeded to pick the lock. Youji started to fall asleep while he waited, jarring back to wakefulness when the door opened. Omi helped him inside, depositing him on the edge of his bed.

“Just a second, Youji.” Omi said, before kneeling to take Youji’s shoes off.

After Omi deposited the man’s shoes at the foot of the bed, he stood to help Youji inside the covers. As Omi stood to help Youji into bed, Youji suddenly stiffened.

“Uh, O Omi...” He hitched.

Omi, recognizing the tone, flew into action. Youji pitched forward as Omi caught him and pulled him into the bathroom. Omi put the toilet seat up while Youji dropped to his knees.

Omi left for a moment and came back, towel in hand. He gently pulled Youji’s hair back and waited.

Youji shivered when he was done. Gasping for a breath of fresh air, he tried to pull himself up, but Omi was quicker and pulled Youji to stand at the sink. Omi waited patiently while Youji cleaned up, handing Youji the towel when he was done.

“Bed.” Youji’s voice was dull and hoarse from exhaustion.

“Yes, Youji-kun.” Omi again took up his place under Youji’s arm and helped him to bed. This time when they got there, Youji just let himself fall into it. Luckily, Omi had already thought to pull down the covers when he had retrieved the towel. Youji looked as if he’d already drifted off so Omi pulled the bed sheets up. Omi turned to let himself out as Youji shifted in the covers.

“Ne, Omi?”

Omi stopped at the threshold, hand on the door. He waited for the strange conversation to play out, as it did every night Omi helped Youji to bed.

“Yes, Youji-kun?”

“You’ll be there to catch me, right Omi? ” Youji mumbled.

“Yes, Youji-kun.” Omi answered in a sigh.

“Thanks...” Youji slurred back, “You’re the best, Omi.”

“G’night, Youji-kun.” Omi said as he quietly shut the door, knowing not to wait for an answer. Youji had already fallen asleep.

Omi stood at the top of the stairs for some time before descending.