WR: I don't own Weiss as much as I wished I did….unfortuently I don't wails…but that doesn't mean I can't glomp Aya-kun

Aya: glares…don't even think about it.

WR: (GLOMPS!)You're so cute when you're pissed off!

Youji: Isn't he? .

WR: HAI! HAI! .

The Can

It had been another busy day at the Kitty in the House, flower shop. However, now that the rush was over, the shop closed up nice and tight and the best part was that there was no one else in sight. It was quiet and peaceful and Ken was ecstatic. He had been feeling slightly under the weather, either from the work load of being an assassin or floweriest…wait a minute it was a combination of the two. He sighed as he settled finally in front of the large screen TV in their cellar, his game was finally going to start in approximately 20 minutes. He really couldn't wait to see who the playing off team would be this year. He was even more ecstatic about the fact the others were out, so that meant he could be as loud as he wanted. A maniac soccer grin spread like wildfire across his face at the thought.

Then his stomach grumbled, echoing down the street. He looked down at his rumbling stomach, ok maybe it had been a bad idea to go straight from work to more work only to forget dinner. He sighed and headed back up stairs into the kitchen. Upon opening the fridge he only found a lot of condiments, a few vegetables and not much else. Then he headed to the cabinets only able to round up a can of StarKist solid white tuna. "At least this should be fine for now," he muttered while setting it down on the counter. Taking the last pieces of bread, he headed back to the frig grabbing the mayo. He smirked remembering he was keeping his promise not to burn down the house. Omi would be pleased.

A vague memory of a growling Aya with knives in hands as he ran away as quickly as possible, the fire was out of control. Omi was running around in a panic as he quickly tried to soothe the screaming fire alarm, the sprinklers were going off. Youji at the time had been too drunk to do something useful and was shouting, "Let's have a soap party! Come on sprinklers! Show me your stuff!" In the process, he was stripping rather quickly and squirting soap all over the kitchen and apartment. Some had landed on Aya who forgot about Ken and started yelling at Youji. Within moments, the suds consumed everything and one in sight. Aya looked like he was about to start killing everything in sight. Needless to say, Ken was in deep shit when everything was finally calmed down, and the fire department left. He was officially banded from using the stove for the rest of his existence in Wiess…which basically meant for the rest of his days.

Ken sighed as he sliced up the tomato then looked down at the can of tuna. "Where had Omi put that can opener?" another sigh escaped from his lips. He searched for a good five minutes, at least. Still the object was no where to be seen. Ken glanced at the clock, "Oh well, I guess I should just find something use that would work. I mean it's a can. They are meant to open."

Then magically a light bulb went off in his head as he rushed to his room. When he returned he smirked pulling out an old cheat pocket knife, after all, who didn't own a practical tool like a pocket knife. He was very proud and easily punched a hole along the side. The fishy smell crept out of the can and onto his hands. Then he tried to work the knife into the slot, however he found that the trick wasn't working like it did on TV. So he made another hole, only this time the can made a hic up sound as juice sputtered into his eyes. He stumbled back rubbing his eyes, the smell of tuna was not only on his hands but now his face as well. Another dark growl as he rivaled Aya's darkest I'm-going-to-kill-you-so-slowly-you-won't-even-know-your-dieing, glare of doom. Then he tried to punch a line along the diameter of the can. This only resulted in more tuna juice splashing over his soccer jersey and onto the ceiling. He gasped in horror, slamming the can on the counter as he stormed off to find something else. "Just give me the god damn tuna." He muttered as he returned with a screwdriver. It was the only thing a dull enough blade. He tried prying apart the two side of aluminum apart. He growled as he drained the remaining juice down the drain and continued to fight for the meat. "I… almost…have… it! ….Give… me... the… damn… tuna!" He shouted, hammering the heck out of the piece of metal.

But the smiling fish on the side would not relent, especially after such violent behavior. So Ken continued to fight as his stomach cursed his stupidity and the other housemates. "Come on! You stupid piece of crap!" The can stopped all movement for a moment, "God damn you!" When the hole was finally large enough to see the pink colored meat, quickly he turned the can over and hit it with the handle of the screwdriver. Some meat sprinkled out into the small bowl. Some landed on the counter and on the floor. "God damn you! I just want the damn tuna! Give me the tuna!" he shouted as he rentless began prying the insides of the can out. "MWHAHAHA! You thought you could win! MWHAHAHA! You are nothing! Nothing! You hear me!" He chuckled in triumph as he continued to make his tuna sandwich, adding the mayo and tuna, while trying to get the concentration just right. He finally finished the sandwich and hopped downstairs and landed in the middle of the big black couch.

A half hour into the game, Ken heard the slam of the door and cursed, so much for a night of shouting at the top of lungs for his team to get the damn ball. "Ken! Ken! I'm home!" Omi shouted happily while heading down the stairs. "Ah, did your game just start?" Ken shook his head while keeping his eyes glued to the TV. In his hand fingered an empty aluminum can with a smiling fish on the side.

The chibi looked quizzically at Ken then eyed the distorted empty can of tuna, resting near bye. "Anno…Ken-kun…what did you do to the can?"

"It was asking for it," Ken muttered as he put the finishing touches on his sandwich. "I just wanted the damn tuna."

"But we have a can opener," Omi protested.

"No we don't," he stated firmly, glaring at the can. "I looked for five minutes. Whose turn was it for groceries? Next time we're getting the easy open tuna."

"It was Youji-kun," Omi stated, holding his hand to his chin in thought, "But that just meant it was Aya's turn." Ken sighed knowing the reason; Youji would only bring home booze…babes…and more booze…with occasional boxes of chocolate…though for whom he never really figured out. Maybe that was why Aya always seemed to be a good mood on those days, must be that damn sugar high. Ken shivered, he never ever wanted to walk on Aya on a sugar high, EVER again.

"Well, someone needs to go otherwise we are going to starve," Ken replied, "Honestly, I don't understand the point in packaging something so no one can eat. It took me forever just to get some meat out of this thing."

"But Ken-kun, we DO have a can opener," Omi protested, then headed out to the kitchen. Ken shrugged and settled down, as his team got the ball.

Then a thud caused Ken to jump out of his skin. He raced up into the kitchen, only to stop while staring at Omi, he was breathing hard. "What is it Omi?"

"Well, first off the kitchen smells like tuna," the chibi stated, then threw the taller young man a full pout while saying, "Second, there's tuna juice all over the place and I'm not cleaning it up, Ken-ken. Thirdly, I'm hungry and…I can't find the damn can opener."

Ken sweat dropped with a nervous smile asking, "What do you want?"

"Tuna," Omi smiled innocently, "It's a crazy craving cause its all over the apartment!" Ken's face just paled as the chibi smiled and held out an aluminum can with the smiling fish on the side. The chocolate hair boy sighed and pulled out his trusty screwdriver. "Ken-kun! You used a screwdriver! That's so dangerous."

"Hey, do you want to eat or not," the other boy snapped, snatching the can, "besides, I'm a pro, got that."

"Sure thing, Ken-kun," Omi gave a nervous smile only to watch the horror unfold first hand.

Twenty minutes into half time, Aya twitched on the other end of the phoneline as Omi explained what had happened."And that's why Ken-kun is now in the hospital." There was a pause, "I know…I know…" the shorter boy sighed eyeing the door down the hall. "Hai, Hai, I'll bring him home as soon as I can," he stated, "Oh don't worry Aya-kun, he's cleaning it all up, by himself."

End

WR: DONE! YAY! Just in time for bed…now I have to finish a take home quiz.

Aya: You should have done that before hand. Instead, you had to try out your story frist hand.

WR: Actually, it my first hand experience that caused this fic . I had been craving tuna.

Ken: But you didn't get hurt doing it.

WR: I know 'cause I got mad skills! . Bye bye take care all! (GLOMPS Aya)

Aya: GET OFF!

WR: HELL NO! .