By: Lynn Metallium
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them as much as I would love to. I'm only going to borrow them! I promise to return then in perfect condition and maybe a bit happier then when they left? XD But anyway, please don't sue me! I'm a poor lowly teen whom has no money at all.
Authors Notes: For my own Weiss posse here at home, Psycho Chic, Sammy-Chann, and especially Manx16, don't worry, hopefully Ken is a bit smarter now? But what can I say, he's too cute being silly and not so bright ^^;; You asked for it, so here it is, my sequel to Switched- Enjoy ^^
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Saturday Morning
The morning had dawned, once again, ever so peaceful over the florist shop. The birds sang their happy little songs, and Ken, was on his knees.
"Please Aya! Please oh pretty pretty please!"
"No," Aya attempted his very hardest to ignore the soccer loving bishounen who was crawling around after him, clinging to his apron strings like a child. He just knew he should have cut those strings a long time ago.
"But Ayaaaaa!" Ken drew his name out for a very long time, much to Aya's annoyance. He hated it when people did that. It made him want to drop his watering can and stomp his foot like a child and whine that his name was not, 'Ayaaaaa' it was 'Raaaan'. Just like that, yes.
"Go bother Omi, I am busy!" Ayaaaa..er...Aya..snapped in annoyance as he continued to water the same plant he had been watering since this little fiasco had started. The poor thing was about to pull out the life boats and start rowing away to safety with as much water as it had received so far.
"It'll only be for a week Aya, how can you say no?" Ken begged harder, latching himself around Aya's leg. Aya was not a religious assassin, no, but just this once, he prayed that something would fall from heaven and knock poor cute Ken unconscious so he could crawl away and hide from the soccer players begging. "Misu-chan needs a place to stay while her parents are out of town, how could you turn her down! She's on my soccer team, I can't say no, so how can you?"
"Easily...n-o-...No!" Aya almost smiled demonically, but by some unknown force, he held it back. Thank goodness, because who knows what would have happened if people had seen him with such a smile on his face. Surely it could have not been good.
"Ayaaaa! Please! Please!-Even if you say no, Yohji will say yes!"
"Hey! What is all this noise?!" Yohji appeared in the doorway, sunglasses perched on his nose, a cup of coffee in one hand, a cigarette in the other, dressed in something skin tight and sperm killing. "I am trying to find my happy place, since someone- *cough* Ayaaaa *cough* made me get up so damn early to open shop! And if you both keep squabbling like children, I am going to have to put you over my knee and spank you both-" Yohji winked at Aya playfully, much to the red head's horror. Ken could only stare at them both for several seconds before jumping up off his knees and rushing to Yohji's side.
"Yohji-kuuuun, do you love me?" Ken smiled sweetly. Yohji raised an eyebrow at him very slowly.
"In a manor of speaking...But you wouldn't make it five seconds in my bed, so you might as well stop now-" Yohji smiled at him sweetly. Ken flushed furiously and glared.
"You know that's not what I meant!" Ken sulked slightly. "One of my kids, Misu-chan, she needs a place to stay while her parents go out of town for a week, would it be ok if she came over here and stayed?"
"I don't see why not?" Yohji shrugged slightly. "Although if I was her parents, I would really have something to say about leaving my little girl with a bunch of horny men-"
"No one is horny around here but you-" Aya sneered over his shoulder as the plant he was watering jumped overboard and promptly drowned. Poor little bugger, what did it ever do to Aya?
"So it's ok if Misu-chan comes then?" Ken batted his eyelashes sweetly, and Yohji just gave him a weird look. Where had he learned to bat his eyelashes like a damn girl?
"Um...of course..." Yohji took a sip of his coffee and a drag of his cigarette. "I don't see any problem with it."
"Yaaay!" Ken bounced off past him into the house like a kid with springs on his feet. "I told you Yohji would say it was ok Ayaaaa!"
"My name is not Ayaaaa! It's Raaaan!" Aya snarled after him. Yohji just stood there blankly, the cigarette hanging from his fingers before Aya snatched it away and crushed it beneath his foot in annoyance.
"Riiiiiight....." Yohji shook his head and decided it really was...too early.
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Saturday Night
"Wheee! Ken-Niisan! I'm so happy, I get to stay with you aaaaall week! And we can stay up late and watch movies and eat ice cream!"
"Of course-" Ken couldn't help but chuckle at the little girl as she clutched to his hand.
"What....is that?" Aya suddenly appeared in the living room as they entered, pulling off their shoes. He looked suspiciously like he had been cooking something, seeing as how he was dressed in an apron covered in unknown substances. He stared at the little girl who beamed back at him cutely, not at all daunted by his dirty 'shi-ne' look of death.
"That, is Misu-chan, " Ken beamed at the red head proudly. "Misu-chan, this is Aya."
"Hello Mr.Aya, are you making cookies?" Misu-chan stared up at him cutely. Aya's eyebrows twitched as he stared down at the child. "Because it sure smells like cookies in here."
"Yes, yes I am-" He replied finally, much to Ken's surprise. It was a wonder the soccer player didn't faint from surprise. "But we do not eat cookies before dinner."
"We don't?..." Ken looked at Aya with a very blank, confused look. Aya turned his glare onto Ken, which made the poor brunette cringe and almost whimper.
"No, we do not. It spoils dinner."
"Ken-kun? Is that you?" Omi suddenly rounded the corner and suddenly beamed when he saw he was indeed correct. "Waah! You're home!"
"Omittichi!" Ken suddenly beamed back, happy to leave that confusing cookie business behind. "Omi, this is Misu-chan, the girl from my soccer team remember?"
"Yay! Its Omi-kun!" Misu suddenly squealed, attacking the blonde bishounen, much to Omi's horror. The two went tumbling, and you would have never known that Omi was a big bad assass-er....florist..the way he was rolling around on the floor with the girl.
"Oi oi! Well? How do I look?" Yohji smiled sweetly as he suddenly came parading down the stairs in a pair of very form fitting leather bondage pants. Everyone paused, Aya in his house wife apron, Ken in his dirty sweats, and Omi and Mizu on the floor, and simply stared.
"Ken-Niisan! He's naked!" Misu suddenly squealed. Ken blinked very slowly, before it dawned on him what Misu was talking about.
"Yohji, for heaven sakes! Put a shirt on!" Ken wailed. "You're going to traumatize Misu-chan!" He quickly slapped his hands over Misu's eyes, much to the little girls annoyance. Yohji pouted and posed anyway.
"I'm too sexy for my shirt Ken-kun, how can you say to put one on, after all, Aya likes me better shirtless- Don't you Aya?"
"I don't like you at all-" Aya rolled his eyes. "Shirt or no shirt."
Yohji pouted slightly as he attempted to pose in front of the red head some more.
"But Ayaaaa!" Yohji suddenly paused. "Hey,...does it smell like cookies in here?"
Aya's eyebrows twitched slightly when he heard the dreaded name of Ayaaaa as Yohji skirted past him still only half dressed, while every eye but Misu's covered ones, followed his ass.
"My name is Raaaan, not Ayaaaa-" Aya snarled after him, suddenly breaking out of his trance to rush after the blonde into the kitchen, followed by the others.
"Aww, Aya! You made me cookies!" Yohji beamed at the other teasingly as he picked up a cookie fresh off the cooling rack. Aya snarled and smacked a wooden spoon that had some how materialized in his hand over the back of Yohji's head. Yohji let out a yelp and dropped the cookie, which was saved from the floor by Aya.
"That is not for you right now-" He growled, setting the cookie back on the rack with the others while Yohji sulked over in the corner of the kitchen, rubbing the growing bump on the back of his head.
"What?! What do you mean they're not for me? Who else could they be for? Don't tell me Ken harassed you into making cookies for his whole soccer team again? That was really mean, you didn't even save me one then!" Yohji sulked harder. "And now I have a lump on my beautiful head, how can I go out like this! Aya, kiss it better!"
Aya turned very slowly and stared at him for several seconds with a rather blank stare, his eyebrow twitched ever so slightly at the thought of kissing the blonde playboy.
"No," He spat out finally, quickly whirling around to busy himself with pulling more cookies from the oven, that way no one could figure out if he was blushing or if his face was just red from the heat coming out of the oven. "You deserved it anyway-"
"What?! No I didn't! How did I deserve it Aya?" Yohji glared now. "It was only one cookie!"
There was nothing but silence for several seconds as everyone looked back and forth slowly from Aya to Yohji. Finally Misu pulled calmly on Yohji's pant leg. The blonde playboy slowly raised an eyebrow and stared down at the little girl.
"We do not eat cookies here before dinner Mr.Yohji-"
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To be Continued....