Candy or Hunny?-Part 2

By Namida

Part 2: A secret revealed

A tall man with honey-blonde hair flashed his ID at the door and was allowed into the rave, he walked in smiling and checking out the raver-chicks. He noticed most of the girls were in a mob around someone. `Wonder who the womanizer is?' He thought and began to walk over to them. He flashed his patented playboy smile at the first girl he passed and she just laughed and looked back to the center of the crowd. He pouted for a second wondering why she was laughing, he checked his fly, it was zipped. He was a little confused by the reaction, he looked like sex with his black midriff shirt, black hip hugger pants and leopard print jacket or at least he thought so, his hair was in a perfect ponytail and he had his lucky sunglasses on. `Hmph...' he thought, `maybe she just wasn't interested in guys. 'He tried smirking at another girl, she didn't even laugh just blinked and turned away. One last try, third time always works, he smirked and winked at a beautiful woman with short, spiky, multicolored hair and a Curious George shirt who rolled her eyes, shook her head and walked into the crowd. The playboy sighed, gave up on picking up chicks and walked toward the center of attention. `Damn,' he thought, `this music sounds like some of that shit Omi listens to.' He looked at all the bright colors around him, `What the fuck?' he thought, `It's like somebody's bad acid trip.' He pushed his way through people rudely in his trek to meet the person all the chicks were after. He got to the front on the group and saw someone spinning glowsticks and making intricate shapes with them. "Omi?" he whispered. `No way,' he thought, `Omi couldn't distract girls from me.' He corrected himself; `Omi couldn't distract girls at all!' The playboy watched the small raver as he continuously moved the glowsticks to the pounding music while ignoring his captivated audience.

The small raver was facing the playboy, but looking down at his hands, he spun the sticks and whirled them and toyed with them, he manipulated all the way to the end of the song. As the DJ spoke while switching something on his set up the small raver stopped, and looked up at everyone around him, then discreetly at the playboy. "You-tan!?" he screamed, "What the hell are you doing here?" The raver looked shocked and a little scared. "I mean...I...uh...I was mistaken you can't be who I thought you were."

"No, my name is Youji, but only Omi calls me You-tan and he's to young to get in here." Youji looked at him, "So, who're you?"

The raver stuttered, "I...I...I Aya...Amai. I'm Amai." He clarified

Youji looked almost thoughtful for a moment. A very short moment, but that was ruined the second he opened his mouth to speak, "So, you must know Aya, otherwise you wouldn't have said the name. You know a youji." He paused to grin like a demonic cat; "Do you know a Ken?" Youji watched the statement register in the raver's brain.

"Yea - no. I don't know a Ken." The raver tried to save himself.

Youji laughed, "Why, Omi it is you?!" Youji sighed, "I guess I'll hafta tell Aya and Ken you've been going to illegal, eighteen and over raves."

Youji was conspiring. Omi knew he was gonna get what he wanted one way or another. "What do you want?" Omi asked.

"I want..." Youji smirked, "to know how to get these girls to like me."

Omi looked a little dumbfounded, "Learn to Rave."

"Right." Youji said, "And your gonna teach me." Youji's evil grin crossed his face. "Tomorrow, after school, I'll HELP you with your homework.'

Laughter bursted from Omi's lips, "Yeah and who'll be-ohhhhh pretty color!" Omi ran past Youji to a girl in a lime green, fluorescent orange and lemon yellow shirt with glow in the dark beads glued to it. "That shirt is sweet ass." The girl promptly pulled the shirt up over her head exposing her glow-in-the-dark boyfriend bra; she handed the shirt to him and shrugged. Youji looked over in stunned silence, his jaw dropped.

She smiled, " But if you get my shirt, I get your pants." Omi shrugged and pulled his pants off, revealing his Invader Zim boxers. "Oh, how about I get your boxers instead!?"

" Mmm....they're a little harder to get off." The girl shrugged and walked off while putting Omi's pants over her own. Omi turned back towards Youji and walked up to him, "So where were we? Oh yeah. They won't believe YOU helping ME with homework. We'll tell them to take a break, leave the shop early and we'll take care of the last minute shoppers and everything else. Between costumers I'll teach you some raving styles, techniques, and moves, and you wont tell the guys what I do on my nights off." Omi said, "Deal?" he asked. Youji smiled, nodded his head and shook Omi's hand to close the deal.

"Sounds good to me." Said Youji.

Omi looked Youji up and down; "We'll work on your clothes too." Omi looked at him again, "And your hair, and jewelry...hell your whole style sense needs reconciliation." Omi laughed at Youji who stuck out like a sore thumb. "Hey, Youji?" Omi grinned, "Candy or hunny?"

Youji looked puzzled for a moment, then he remembered, "Candy!" he said then pulled his candy necklace to his mouth and ate a few pieces, "what about you?"

"Hu-h?" Omi caught himself, "Oh, glowstick ninja." He replied.

To Part 3


	Candy or Hunny?-Part 2 By Namida Part 2: A secret revealed A tall man with honey-blonde hair flashed his ID at the door and was allowed into the rave, he walked in smiling and checking out the raver-chicks. He noticed most of the girls were in a mob around someone. `Wonder who the womanizer is?' He thought and began to walk over to them. He flashed his patented playboy smile at the first girl he passed and she just laughed and looked back to the center of the crowd. He pouted for a second wondering why she was laughing, he checked his fly, it was zipped. He was a little confused by the reaction, he looked like sex with his black midriff shirt, black hip hugger pants and leopard print jacket or at least he thought so, his hair was in a perfect ponytail and he had his lucky sunglasses on. `Hmph...' he thought, `maybe she just wasn't interested in guys. 'He tried smirking at another girl, she didn't even laugh just blinked and turned away. One last try, third time always works, he smirked and winked at a beautiful woman with short, spiky, multicolored hair and a Curious George shirt who rolled her eyes, shook her head and walked into the crowd. The playboy sighed, gave up on picking up chicks and walked toward the center of attention. `Damn,' he thought, `this music sounds like some of that shit Omi listens to.' He looked at all the bright colors around him, `What the fuck?' he thought, `It's like somebody's bad acid trip.' He pushed his way through people rudely in his trek to meet the person all the chicks were after. He got to the front on the group and saw someone spinning glowsticks and making intricate shapes with them. "Omi?" he whispered. `No way,' he thought, `Omi couldn't distract girls from me.' He corrected himself; `Omi couldn't distract girls at all!' The playboy watched the small raver as he continuously moved the glowsticks to the pounding music while ignoring his captivated audience. The small raver was facing the playboy, but looking down at his hands, he spun the sticks and whirled them and toyed with them, he manipulated all the way to the end of the song. As the DJ spoke while switching something on his set up the small raver stopped, and looked up at everyone around him, then discreetly at the playboy. "You-tan!?" he screamed, "What the hell are you doing here?" The raver looked shocked and a little scared. "I mean...I...uh...I was mistaken you can't be who I thought you were." "No, my name is Youji, but only Omi calls me You-tan and he's to young to get in here." Youji looked at him, "So, who're you?" The raver stuttered, "I...I...I Aya...Amai. I'm Amai." He clarified Youji looked almost thoughtful for a moment. A very short moment, but that was ruined the second he opened his mouth to speak, "So, you must know Aya, otherwise you wouldn't have said the name. You know a youji." He paused to grin like a demonic cat; "Do you know a Ken?" Youji watched the statement register in the raver's brain. "Yea - no. I don't know a Ken." The raver tried to save himself. Youji laughed, "Why, Omi it is you?!" Youji sighed, "I guess I'll hafta tell Aya and Ken you've been going to illegal, eighteen and over raves." Youji was conspiring. Omi knew he was gonna get what he wanted one way or another. "What do you want?" Omi asked. "I want..." Youji smirked, "to know how to get these girls to like me." Omi looked a little dumbfounded, "Learn to Rave." "Right." Youji said, "And your gonna teach me." Youji's evil grin crossed his face. "Tomorrow, after school, I'll HELP you with your homework.' Laughter bursted from Omi's lips, "Yeah and who'll be-ohhhhh pretty color!" Omi ran past Youji to a girl in a lime green, fluorescent orange and lemon yellow shirt with glow in the dark beads glued to it. "That shirt is sweet ass." The girl promptly pulled the shirt up over her head exposing her glow-in-the-dark boyfriend bra; she handed the shirt to him and shrugged. Youji looked over in stunned silence, his jaw dropped. She smiled, " But if you get my shirt, I get your pants." Omi shrugged and pulled his pants off, revealing his Invader Zim boxers. "Oh, how about I get your boxers instead!?" " Mmm....they're a little harder to get off." The girl shrugged and walked off while putting Omi's pants over her own. Omi turned back towards Youji and walked up to him, "So where were we? Oh yeah. They won't believe YOU helping ME with homework. We'll tell them to take a break, leave the shop early and we'll take care of the last minute shoppers and everything else. Between costumers I'll teach you some raving styles, techniques, and moves, and you wont tell the guys what I do on my nights off." Omi said, "Deal?" he asked. Youji smiled, nodded his head and shook Omi's hand to close the deal. "Sounds good to me." Said Youji. Omi looked Youji up and down; "We'll work on your clothes too." Omi looked at him again, "And your hair, and jewelry...hell your whole style sense needs reconciliation." Omi laughed at Youji who stuck out like a sore thumb. "Hey, Youji?" Omi grinned, "Candy or hunny?" Youji looked puzzled for a moment, then he remembered, "Candy!" he said then pulled his candy necklace to his mouth and ate a few pieces, "what about you?" "Hu-h?" Omi caught himself, "Oh, glowstick ninja." He replied. To Part 3