Author's Notes: OMFG. I'm done. :) This… is my present to you for New Years Day. I feel bad about leaving this story to rot for such a long time. But I'm pretty happy with the ending. Kinda short… more notes at the end. This was re-uploaded when I found a glaring error. Sorry!

Such GreatHeights

By A.S. Annik.

Or Ayanagami, to most of you.

'They will see us waving from such great heights

"Come down, now" They'll say

But everything looks perfect from far away

"Come down, now" But we'll stay'

- Such Great Heights, Chorus, by Postal Service

Nine Months Later

"Oh, god, Omi, wake the fuck up."

Omi, for his part, was inventorying his stock of deadly weapons. The gutted alarm clock didn't count, seeing as how the poor thing, or what was left of it, was smashed against the wall, internal wiring strewn about in a seemingly malicious, cold blooded, and entirely too common alarm clock murder. Omi did not like waking up.

"OMI! WAKE UP! Last day of school, kid! No more waking up after this!"

Omi, for his part, had decided on his computer monitor. It was heavy, and when flung at another person's head, generally hurt like a bitch. It was just right for the owner of the voice that insisted he wake up god knows when just to go to school. A little part, hidden inside Omi and quite awake at the time, was very smug about the fact that his last day was three days earlier than that of lower classmen. That part of Omi was giving the world the finger gleefully. All the rest of him was plotting murder.

"……… Omi. I made coffee."

Omi was down the stairs and sitting at the kitchen table in record time, gesturing groggily for a cup of bitter caffeine water.

He stared blearily into the mug he was given, as if still trying to collect where he was, who he was, and why his stomach was growling. It was almost as if everything was against him… but, then again, everything was against him, like it or not. His 'friends' could say whatever they wanted, but he knew the truth, and he was holding onto it like a dog with a lock jaw holding onto a mailman's left leg.

Dear Body.

You are the worst roommate ever.

And I hate you.

Love, Brain.

"Fucking hate mornings."

-

Omi was growling loudly and cussing under his breath, sending the glare of death to anyone who chanced to look his way as he stood in the hallway.

Ken cast a sideways glance at him, arching a brow.

"Why, if today is the last day, am I being forced to go to Gym?"

Ken smiled blithely. "We get to play soccer today."

Omi blinked. Oh, yeah… Ken's unhealthy obsession with soccer and Omi's secret worst enemy.

For some reason he had the feeling that things weren't going to be happy in Gym land that day.

The blond sighed and shifted his weight to his other foot restlessly, sliding a look to the boy who stood beside him, smiling obliviously. No matter where he ran to hide, no matter what he said, or how desperately he fought, he always found himself in the same situation. He hated it.

"I hate it."

The other boy turned his near-mindless smile on him. "Lighten up, Omi. It's not so bad…."

"Yes. It is. It's bad. It's worse than bad. It's…. EVIL."

Ken frowned slightly.

"You're over-reacting. What's the worst that could happen? It's just soccer."

"Need I remind you that I nearly bashed your brains in during 'just soccer'?"

"… yeah, so what? You gave me a concussion. It won't happen this time… you're not deathly afraid of me any more."

"I was NEVER deathly afraid of you!"

"Okay." Ken shrugged, then smirked. "You just thought I was an alien bent on world domination and practically ran screaming ever time my name was mentioned."

Omi hmphed and crossed his arms over his chest, but gave up.

Just soccer, you say. It's never just soccer….

-

There was a pause and a collective hush.

"Holy fuck, he beamed the Coach!"

It was never just soccer.

The warm bodies that made up fifth period Gym gathered around said coach, who was flat on his back, making guttural noises whilst his hands groped around dumbly for something to hold on to – something only drunk people did. Or people who've been knocked unconscious by the ball of death.

Omi looked around nervously, blue eyes wide as he shuffled his feet and fiddled with the hem of his gym shirt that was sizes too large for him.

Fuck. Why did these things always happen to him? Although it had felt pretty good to knock the coach to the ground with a flying ball of doom… That'd teach the man to bark out orders to Omi.

Still.

Why him?

Panting, Ken trotted to his side, loose gym uniform slightly damp from sweat, placing his hand on the Goth's shoulder before actually seeing the scene set out before him.

It seemed that Omi had struck again.

For a moment, both boys just looked at each other.

As one, they turned and took off across the field, their main goal being to get as much distance between them and the incapacitated coach.

-

Out on the front steps of school, the two sat side by side – Omi had curled his arm around his back pack by his side while Ken just dropped it a few steps below them. They hadn't spoken a word to each other since they took their places, instead watching the occasional car make its way past.

"So…." Ken titled his head slightly to Omi, not quite looking at him. He was smiling. "You did it again."

"…" Omi was silent for a moment. "You shut up."

Ken just smiled. "At least it wasn't me this time."

"…"

I hate today.

There was a beat as Omi glared death at the steps beneath him.

"… Is that Sara Lee?" Ken pointed to the side to a girl in a yuppie cheerleader's uniform as she rounded the corner of the building.

Omi glanced up, then groaned and hung his head between his knees. "Unfortunately, yes, it is."

It was clear the Goth wasn't going to avoid an encounter with the cheerleader as she caught sight of him and moved closer, ready to verbally assault him. As she stepped into a position just out from under the awning, and was about to open her mouth, there was a shout and a verifiable waterfall of questionable water fell upon her, drenching her uniform and uncurling her hair. Her makeup ran down her face, making it look like a garish mask meant to inspire fear in the hearts of the little ones.

Omi tentatively poked his head out from under the awning and glanced up, blinking as Nagi's face greeted him from the roof.

"Oops. Sorry, Sara, didn't check to see if anyone was down there." The dark eyes boy gave a smile that looked suspiciously like a blank smirk as the blond girl gaped at him like an indignant fish out of water.

All three boys watched silently as she stiffly brushed past the two on the steps and through the double doors into the school.

There was a pause as Omi moved out from under the awning to stare up at Nagi. "Did God send you?"

"… Sure." Nagi replied deadpan, then cocked an eyebrow down at his best friend. "I'd better get back to class, though. I was just supposed to get rid of the used water from the aquarium."

With a wave, Nagi swept the bucket up and left the two boys to their own devices.

Ken was the first to speak up. "… Nagi poured fish water on Sara?"

Omi sniggered, then sniffed the air and grinned. "Seems like it."

"… What was he doing on the roof?"

"What do you think? Looking for someone to pour it on, obviously."

They were interrupted by a long, drawn out shriek echoing vaguely through the school halls and passing, albeit a bit muffled, through the double doors. "THERE'S A DEAD FISH ON ME!!!"

The two boys stared at each other. After a moment, Ken smirked and Omi cracked a malicious grin. "Remind me to get Nagi something really great for his birthday."

"Heh, sure. So. What do we do now?"

Omi rolled his eyes and went to take his place again, arm immediately recurling around his bag. "We should just ditch. Go somewhere. I'm not going to go back to class." He paused before adding, "Besides, hanging out with you is better, anyway."

Ken grinned out at the passing cars, then stood up. "Or…"

Omi groaned loudly and tried to stick his head in his backpack

"Young man! There's no need to feel down, I said, young man! Pick yourself off the ground! I said young man, cause you're in a new town! There no need – to – feel – un – happy!"

A few students with free period, or were just skipping like themselves, passed by, eyes wide as Ken smiled and waved at them, not even pausing in his rendition of the YMCA. One of them laughed and waved back.

As for Omi, he was wondering why he even got out of bed – after all, there wasn't much to look forward to. His boyfriend was psychotic, there was nothing to do in any of his classes and he generally just didn't like getting up in the first place, anyway. The muffled sound of Ken's singing paused and, hesitantly, the Goth peered out from inside his backpack.

"It's fun to stay at the Y – M – C – A!"

Who would have thought Ken Hidaka liked disco?

"They have ev-er-y thing for young men to enjoy! You can hang out with all the boys!"

"Okay! Okay, enough! I was wrong… you're not an alien… You're a fucking Disco Nazi!" Ken smiled brightly.

"Disco Nazi? Why does that remind me of Oreos?"

"Don't ask me…. Let's get out of here…" Omi made a face and scooped up his backpack, flinging it over his shoulder as they walked away from the front of the school, not even bothering to give it one last look.

"Want to know what else it reminds me of?"

"What?"

"The YMCA."

-

"Fire in the disco!"

"SHUT UP."

"… Make me."

Omi glared at the singing jock as they rounded the corner, ending up a block away from his house. "Was that a challenge?"

"Yes, I think it was." Ken smiled indulgently down at the Goth, who took a few moments to mull over said challenge in his mind. In the meantime, he continued to sing. "Don't you wanna know how we keep starting fires? It's my desire! Danger, danger! High voltage! When we touch! When we-"

Growling, Omi stopped and dropped his backpack onto the sidewalk beside him, reaching up to quickly pull Ken down by his shirt and effectively silencing him with his mouth. It was blessedly silent for a few moments as the two occupied one another, but it ended once they pulled away.

"-kiss." Ken adopted a lopsided grin as he stared down at the smaller boy. "I love how that seems to be your answer to everything."

Omi glared. "Not true."

"Oh, it's true. Remember that one time in the assembly I kept asking questions and talking?"

Omi glared again. "Okay, that's one. And it was a viable action. I kept telling you to shut up, but you wouldn't listen."

"But we got detention for sucking face while the principle was talking."

"Wouldn't have happened if you had STOPPED. TALKING."

Ken shrugged, then continued. "And what about that time during lunch when you had a head ache and I kept humming?"

He rolled his eyes. "I had a HEAD ACHE. You were HUMMING. Nagi obviously wasn't going to do anything."

"Mm-hm. Well, there was also the time I kept stealing your mint candies."

"YOU WERE STEALING MY FUCKING CANDY!!!!"

"Yes, but did you have to use your mouth to retrieve them?"

"… Yes."

It was Ken's turn to roll his eyes, but he smiled as he did so. "Did you ever wonder why I did all those things?"

"… you're insane?"

"No." He smirked and leaned down closer to murmur into the blonde's ear. "It was the only way to get you to kiss me."

Omi blinked, his eyes wide as he stared at the groove of Ken's collar bone through his grey shirt. Without warning, he began to laugh. Unseen, Ken smiled again, watching the Goth's blond hair ruffle as he shook his head.

Still chuckling, Omi glanced up to the Jock's neck, gaze sliding up to his jaw, then let his lips follow, pressing small kisses against the taller boy's skin. Ken tilted his head in and caught the last kiss on his lips, smiling into it. Pulling back, Omi smiled as well. "You're clever for a jock."

"Mm-hm. I try."

Omi kissed him again.

It was then, though, that someone cleared their throat.

Separating hastily, the two boys looked guiltily to the side at the person who had intruded.

Then Omi realized that they had stopped in front of his own house.

"You two done yet?" Yohji sniggered, leaning against the door frame and watching the younger boys with an amused expression. Omi glowered and Ken smiled.

"Shut up, Yohji. You prick."

"Hey, Yohji. What's up?"

The tall blonde merely laughed and turned to retreat back into the house.

For a moment the two said nothing and neither moved. Then Ken leaned in and placed a small kiss above Omi's left eyebrow and reached down to sweep the blonde's backpack up as he went to follow Yohji into the house.

Sighing, Omi was about to follow when he paused, something catching his eye.

Narrowing his eyes, he looked closer at the hedges near the side of the house, swearing there had been a flash of red somewhere amongst them. He waited for a moment, then decided it had been nothing.

"I… like today." He shook his head and entered the house.

A tall red head pushed his way out of the hedges and glowered at the front door, amethyst eyes flashing in annoyance.

"Goddamn kids."

The End

Everything looks perfect from far away

End Notes: So. There it is. The end. And since I've never liked endings, because they make me feel lonely, I left it rather open. Like AWM's ending. And, look. Ken likes disco. And he's smart?

Music Notes: I happen to love those songs mentioned. And I'd like to note that I do not own the YMCA, but I have a friend who claims to be one of the Village People. Electric Six owns Danger! (High Voltage). And, of course, The Postal Service owns Such Great Heights. If anyone likes that song, check out others by them. I recommend Brand New Colony, Natural Anthem, and District Sleeps Alone Tonight. Also, check out Death Cab for Cutie. They're the indie band The Postal Service comes from. Not many people know that….

Reviews:

Grasshopper: I barely have any brain cells left, either. Let's start a club. Ps, you're the reason I updated. You reminded me this story needed to be written and finished.

Left Sock: Somehow, Ken's taste in music had a big part to play. I didn't mean it to. Yes, look, there's Aya. And the egg I cooked did exactly what Omi's did. I think it's because the microwave door sucked ass. Somehow I got the microwave to spark while I was boiling water. I loved your review. And I love your name. One day, you will find the other sock.

Anna-chan2: Oh, but getting drunk IS fun! Swear.

Ravensta692003: Don't we all?

Neechi:

Yuranda: Yeah…. Thanks. Omi was a little insane… And he's still a little insane. But Ken caught up. And it was pretty sweet. And Nagi did something funny. Go Nagi.

Neko-Ice-Queen: Hey, faces to you, too!

Harmonie Des Anges: I nearly danced when I got a review from you. I think I did, actually. And yeah, Nagi is just cool like that. Much love and happiness for you.

Rini-sama: Omi is stark raving mad? No, I think he had a mental break –BOOT TO THE GUT TO THE MIND- I don't think you'll be accusing Omi or Ken or Nagi of anything any time soon… .

SeventeenthAngelOfTheSixthHour: You sound like my mother.

bombay229: .. email you? Sure. Glad you like. I like, too. And I'm done! I like even more!

Raiyenchan: I agree. Omi had one weird dream… And I also agree about the screaming out the door thing… I was laughing when I wrote that.

Thirteen Black Roses: The Collective Mind is a whore.

Violettegal345: Nagi. Yup, Nagi. He rocks, don't he?

Autum: Thank YOU. I love that song.

All bow to Volpa, who suggested disco in the first place! I don't think the disco I picked out was what they had in mind…

Also thanks to….

Little Fox Kit, Craw/Brad, balletanimerose, vampyreice, Yumi-Takekawa, kat, Lady DeathAngel, mimi-chan, White-Winged-Sihde, BlueIce, aionwatha, Minerva Teller of tales, Earwen Tiwele, Shannan, Kenzan, Ambika-san, Kay B. Toyas, Bisexual Pygmy, Felflowne, Fei, OMIKENKUN!!, Maxwell-chan, Eclipse, Hana no Ceres, chickens must die..., mishgurl, littlefreeze, Sky Rat, esaure, Leanie, Riisha, The-Great-Poptart, Sparda (Demon who is far too lazy.), LilPurplFlwr, Cathy Barton, Ryuuen Chou, Involuntary-black-sheep, Tainted Halo, Diamondeye, AquaianGoddess, LingLKS, AND I GIVE UP ON THE REST. FUCK.

Thanks for sticking with me, abandoning me, suddenly coming across this story, etc.

It was fun. Happy New Year!