As Requested 

"I'm glad to see someone hasn't put you six feet in your grave Ominae, or have they?' his lips curled in a cheshire like grin,

His laughter left the rest inaudible as his feet giddy lifted before heels clanked against the medal of the open jeep. He sat upon the box in the back of the storage area, both you and Ominae taking the two chairs in the khaki jeep with him sitting in the drivers side dazing in an out of reality and a far away daydream.

You guessed by the lack of response from Ominae and the slap Jean gave his thigh he was beginning to tick. Though they would gladly team up together with a few demands they were still rivals and getting one up on each other was all a game to them.

'Jean,' you grumbled,

The heat of summertime in Japan pissed everyone off, and it didn't help sitting in the middle of nowhere in a long grazing field that seemed to go on and on like no tomorrow. You leant back in the seat staring up at your head officer before your attention was snapped as you became a flustered mess.

His hand grazed against your upper arm, a soft gentle squeeze your eyes snapped towards him; towards Ominae. His eyes sparkled as if a gorgeous diamond chandelier taking center stage, eyes began to dazzle and the brown color almost intoxicating you couldn't get enough of.

'Y/n,' he paused, 'Do you know that type of bird flying up there?'

Your eyebrows furrowed, lips puckered as you idled him confused before staring up at the sky. Skies of blues went on forever and a small speckle of a large dainty bird of white and black swirled around above the air. You turned to him and shook your head, which made him smile.

It's a crane. Beautiful rig-' 'Why did you ask her if you already knew dumbass.'

You rolled your eyes at Jean, his bickering continued on. Your hand slipped behind you and snatched Jean's transmitter and threw it as far and as hard as you could. You heard his grumble as he reluctantly went to go up and get it. You shuffled back down into the seat, your feet against the dashboard slumping down so the sun wasn't so blinding.

You closed your eyes as your hands laid at rest in your lap. The soft sound of shuffling made you confused until you felt the soft hair brush against your side of your pants his head laid between your raised legs and stomach, your eyes squinted open seeing his eyes were shut and softly relaxed.

Your hand softly moved one pressed against the boy's chest, the other softly rolling strands of his hair in your finger tips trying not to be as flustered as you were. Your cheeks still riddled pink and your eyes darted away before you closed them trying not to think to much.

'Yu!' His voice snapped, you felt his weight disappear and the crack of the voice as he screamed made your eyes snap open.

'Ominae?'

Your feet snagged against the driver's seat, your fingers bent over the door as you stared at Ominae, his body contorted against the floor, face covered in dirt and Jean standing above him like an ultimate villain. Jean hoped back in the car sitting behind both chairs arms hung likely in his glump angered mood. You watched Yu stand up, and glare at Jean, his hand balled into fist slowly but surely he wanted to punch Jean. Your arm pulled around him. Pulling his body to stack on top of you. An arm over your shoulder ideally swaying the rest of him displayed and distorted up to your chin where his head laid.

'Stupid french bit-' your fingers laid upon his mouth cutting him off, as silence filled in.

'Can we just stay like this for a little longer.'

His body softly relaxed upon yours, his sweet smell wrapped around you. Your arm brushing up and down the rivets of his armor before Jean got into it.

'le crétin.' Jean grumbled,

You watched Yu shoot up and shout, 'Did he jus call me something rude in french?- why you stupid moron!' you watch him jump towards Jean as the two rolled in the back of the khaki jeep as you slapped your face wondering how long you could feal with the boiling heat and growing tension between Jean and Yu.