Chain Reaction
A Weiss Kruez fan fiction
By Krysana
Disclaimer: Weiss does not belong to me. They belong to Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. I wish they both belonged to me. *very wishful thoughts*
Summary: The events that happen after Ken gets a stain on his shirt. Supposed to be humorous *hopeful look*
Pairing/s: Ran/Ken, slight Yohji/Omi
Notes: Ken POV. Shounen-ai. Sap/Fluff. Aya-chan has come out of her coma, so Aya is known by his real name Ran now.
This is my first WK fic – Apologies if I've made the boys too ooc! (Is that possible in a sap fic anyway *thinks*) As always, R&R is appreciated by the author.
"Kenken, how long have you had that t-shirt?" Yohji leans over the table and stares at the shirt in question. We are in the Koneko preparing for yet another day of the joys of being a florist assassin.
I look down. I am wearing my favourite Brazil soccer jersey.
"Ummmm….. Can't remember. Why?"
Yohji looks over his sunglasses at me. "Because there are two holes in it." He points at the right sleeve and the bottom of the shirt. "And there's a brown stain there." He points at the mark as well.
Damn! Yohji's right. When did they get there?
I pull up the shirt to look at the brown mark and rub the stain with a finger. It could be mud. I wore this shirt yesterday when I trained the kids in soccer in the afternoon. Else it could be chocolate. I remember eating chocolate last night during the movie that I was watching with Ran. I may have been paying more attention to him than the movie or where my mouth was. Else it could be teriyaki sauce from dinner last night. I shrug. Who knows?
"Ken, what are you doing?" The beautiful deep voice of my lover doesn't sound very happy.
I look up. Ran is glaring at me around the ikebana he is working on.
"What?" I reply. Even I'm not immune to the Fujimiya glare-of-death yet. "I'm just looking at this stain which Yohji was telling me about."
"Hn. I told you to put that shirt in the wash last night. But I wondered if you noticed that you have an avid audience?"
Huh? Damn! There's a group of about 10 girls already gathered outside the Koneko and they are all staring and pointing at me. I can feel the blush beginning on my cheeks and ears as I hastily pull the shirt down.
Yohji sniggers at my action. "Oi Kenken… You didn't notice your fanclub out there?"
"Yohji get off your butt and start watering the plants." Ran snaps.
Yohji smirks at me but walks away to begin his task before Ran can yell at him again.
I sheepishly go over to where Ran is diligently working. I hand him the individual flowers to help him as I know he won't stop working to talk to me and besides there's that crowd watching our every action.
"I'm sorry koi," I whisper. "I forgot where I was."
"You forgot?" This was accompanied by an incredulous look.
Yes, I know I'm not the world's smartest guy, but I'm not an idiot either. But sometimes Ran can make me feel like one. If I didn't know that he loves me as much as I love him, then I would be tempted to deck him sometimes. Oh wait, I have done that on the second time that we met. But that was before we got together. Now I keep him in line by other means.
I pout slightly and look up at Ran through my fringe. He can't resist my sad puppy-dog look.
"Stop it Ken. You're an idiot to excite the fangirls like that. Besides that body belongs to me." Ran finishes his sentence with a growl. His hand intentionally brushes against my chest as his thigh presses against mine as he reaches for another flower.
A shiver tingles up my spine. He's so sexy when he acts possessive.
"Now go get the flowers needed for the next ikebana."
And it's straight back to business for my lover. It's almost like he has a switch for work, and it's turned on at the moment.
And the incident passed by and I thought that was the end of it.
Until the same group of schoolgirls showed up at the Koneko the next afternoon, carrying a brightly wrapped gift.
"Ken-kun, this is for you from all of us!" The girls made a beeline for me and crowd around me.
"Open it now!"
They make a lot of noise and all the attention is on me. Naturally I begin to blush.
"Arigatou minna-san. But what is this gift for? It's not my birthday until December."
"It's a surprise present! Open it!" The girls chirp together in unison.
How the hell did they manage that? Do they think with one brain?
I peel open the paper and pull out the contents. It's a Real Madrid soccer jersey.
"It's great! But why?" I ask the group in front of me.
"Well Ken-kun, we noticed yesterday that the soccer shirt we see you wearing the most is getting old and it had some holes and a big stain on it."
Did somebody say red? That damn blush of mine got even redder after that statement.
"Oh well… Domo arigatou." I thank the well-meaning girls whilst wanting to sink through the floor in embarrassment.
"Please wear it tomorrow Ken-kun!", "I hope we got the right size.", "Go and try it on.", "Do you like the colour?", "My brother said this team was one of the best in the Premier League or some league, I can't remember, so that's why we picked it.", "Do you know any players from this team Ken-kun?"
To each of these comments, I just smile and nod agreeably. But inside, I just want them to leave. What is the world coming to, that schoolgirls have to give me new clothes to replace my old ones? Am I really such a bad dresser? Hey, where's Ran when I need him? I glance over at him, but he's looking down at a piece of paper – could be the list of orders. Ok, I'll try to be like that Schwarz guy and send him a telepathic message 'Rescue me please!'
As expected, Ran didn't respond to my telepathic request. Is that a smirk I see on his lips? Nah, I must be imagining things.
After an indeterminable amount of girlish comments, giggling and gratuitous touching, it was probably about 5 minutes or so, Ran did deign to appear at my side.
"If you aren't buying anything then please leave!."
Personally I was amazed he said please. I guess he saw that they gave me a present so he had to be nice to them. Well, sort of nice, for Ran that is.
He scowls at the shirt in my hand and growls, "The deliveries are ready NOW Ken.", before returning to his position behind the register.
Woah! What's wrong with him? It's a complete reversal of last night's sexy demanding lover. We cuddled up afterwards (Sorry no details – this blush is already bad enough! I don't want Yohji to tease me about thinking about sex during work, like him) and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, just for me.
I love those quiet moments together. Oh don't get me wrong, I love the raw passion of my red-headed lover, but the quiet moments hold some of the best moments we've shared. After all, when you're an assassin, even though we know we're killing for a good reason, in the end we're still taking a human life. It's hard to stop the guilt sometimes and that's why Ran is so good for me. He knows exactly what I'm feeling and he knows exactly what to say or do to make me feel better. Some people say he's a cold bastard, but I know that's just a face he puts on for the world. With me he's the affectionate, caring partner of my dreams. And did I mention sexy and gorgeous?
So what's with the attitude? I'll have to find out later – better do the deliveries before I get yelled at again. He's still just as tough on me as with Yohji and Omi when we're working in the shop – no slacking off even for little ol' me. The Japanese have a formidable work ethic and it's so true for Ran Fujimiya.
I apologise to the fangirls and leave to do the deliveries. I do it as quickly as I can, returning to the Koneko in record time. I enter the store by the front door. Only Omi and Yohji are in the front. Yohji's serving a pretty girl who looks like she's over eighteen so that should take him a while. Omi gestures for me to come over to where he's working.
"What's wrong with Ran-kun? Are you having a fight?"
I shake my head. "No, everything was fine this morning. Where is he?"
"He's working in the storeroom. He went in there after you left and hasn't come out yet. Yohji could hear swearing from inside, so we didn't approach him yet. You better go and see what's wrong." Mother-hen Omi pushes me towards the backroom.
Hmmm... What could be wrong? Did I forget to pick up the wet towel from the floor again? Did I forget to put the cap back on the toothpaste? Did I use all the toilet paper and forget to replace the roll? Was it because I finished the pickles at breakfast this morning? Did I leave my muddy soccer cleats in the hallway again? Did I mess up the list of orders for this afternoon when I was horsing around with Yohji in the shop this morning? Or is it something else?
Okay. There's only one way to find out what's up with the love of my life. I take a deep breath and knock on the door.
"Ran, it's Ken. I'm coming in now."
I open the door, enter and firmly close the door again. Don't want to scare off the customers in case there's some yelling. And don't want to share all the details of our life with the other two either – not that they don't know all my faults anyway.
Ran is still working on an arrangement, not looking at me. I take a moment to admire his side profile. He really is so gorgeous, bright red hair with striking eartails, slim physique and beautiful violet eyes.
Sometimes I wonder what he sees in me – I'm just the boy-next-door type. Nothing special, just brown hair, blue green eyes which can look grey, blue or green depending on the light or what I'm wearing, quite ordinary really. Ran says I'm beautiful and he can make me feel very beautiful. But really look at us and there's no comparison to make, in terms of looks that is.
"So watcha doing?" Gah! What a thing to say? Can't I see he's working? I feel like smacking myself in the head.
He looks up with a slight smile on his lips. It just about melts my heart. Though I can guess what he's thinking. He's thinking exactly what I just thought. See how well we know each other.
"Just finishing this arrangement. Come over here and help me."
He's so sweet pretending to take my words literally. I stand by his side, happy to be in his presence, enjoying the normalcy of being a florist.
Then I remember what I came in here for. I clear my throat.
"Ummm… koi, are you okay? Is there anything wrong? Omi said that you were acting a little… different."
This stops his work. He sighs and turns towards me, reaching out one hand to caress my cheek.
I'm mesmerised by his eyes as he faces me. The full impact of those violet eyes is enough to melt me into a Ken puddle. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I'm not.
Ran speaks softly, "I don't know what came over me before. I was jealous of that pack of girls for having the audacity to buy you clothes! And then I was thinking, why didn't I buy you new clothes? I'm supposed to be your partner and pay attention to your needs. Then I just felt stupid for over-reacting."
What a revelation! Ran's good at beating himself up over things which he perceives as his fault. A good example is, of course, his imouto Aya-chan's accident. Even though she's recovered from her coma, he's always checking on her health and worrying about her school and life in general. She tells me that it sometimes drives her nuts. That's one of the reasons she decided to move to university in Osaka. It's close enough to Tokyo that Ran can't feel abandoned and yet far enough away for her to begin rebuilding her life without her overprotective brother always hovering around.
Anyway back to the moment at hand.
"Oh koi. Don't feel bad. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. You always take the best care of me. You know how much I love that shirt anyway. I probably won't stop wearing it until it falls off my body."
Whilst talking I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head on his shoulder. I feel Ran relax as he returns my hug.
"But feel free to take me shopping anytime!" I continue in a joking tone.
"I don't think so!" The voice of Yohji booms from the door.
What the?! Yohji and Omi are standing at the open doorway. Omi is all smiles. Yohji has a pained look on his face.
"Hey, you guys ever heard of privacy!" I yell to them as Ran drops his arms from around me.
"Well we had to check that you guys were okay and not killing each other. It was a bit too quiet. And hey if you wanted privacy, then you should have locked the door." Yohji logic. You just can't argue with that. He continues, "Now what's this about a shopping excursion?"
"It was just a joke!" I exclaim loudly.
"Some joke," Yohji sniffs, "to let you two out shopping together. You'll just come back with more soccer jerseys and baggy sweats or ugly orange sweaters. Nope, I think it should be a team activity. I'll give you the benefit of the great Kudou fashion advisory service. What say you chibi?"
"Yohji-kun! Don't call me that! Ran-kun, Ken-kun, it could be fun! Can we all go shopping together? There's some stuff I need to get at the computer store, then we can eat at that new teppanyaki place I was telling you guys about." Omi beams at us all. He likes it when we do group activities (apart from the obvious of course). It's hard to resist those big blue eyes. Even Ran is not able to stand firm against those eyes. But Ran isn't paying him any attention at the moment.
"What's wrong with Ken's soccer jerseys and my orange sweater?" Ran glares at Yohji. "At least we're not dressed like wh…"
I slap my hand over his mouth before he can finish that sentence. We have to live and work with the guy after all. In retaliation, Ran pokes out his tongue and licks the fingers covering his mouth. I drop my hand as I feel my ears begin to flush. Damn! He doesn't play fair!
Yohji smirks. "What's wrong with dressing like a slob and a colour blind person? Come on, I know you guys have decent bodies under there, you should flaunt it if you got it." He poses against the doorframe, knowing he looks good. Yohji always looks good. It's a skill he was born with.
"Hey!" I protest. "Just 'cause I like to wear jerseys and sweats doesn't mean I'm a slob. I'm an athlete. I can't wear little crop tops and shiny pants around!" I look pointedly at Yohji's outfit.
"That's a valid point Yohji-kun." Omi says.
Yohji rolls his eyes. "Chibi, don't even get me started on your shorts and long socks."
Uh oh. Bad move Yohji. Omi's eyes widen and is that a tear I see forming?
Yohji tries to avert the coming disaster.
"Not that they don't look good, but you don't have to dress like a schoolkid when you're not at school y'know."
Omi turns to Yohji, a mild expression on his face. That's a dangerous expression! Run Yohji! "That's not what you said last night."
And then Omi gracefully exits to the shopfront, leaving behind one stunned look, one thoughtful look and one slightly shamed look.
Yohji, the slightly shamed look, smirks at us. "I never thought he'd be the one to tell you about us. Seems like it's the day of kissing and making up, isn't it? So I better get to it."
He departs after Omi. I hope the shopfront is empty. Otherwise Yohji would not be adverse to chasing Omi around the store to the surprise and puzzlement of any customers.
I turn my stunned gaze to Ran's thoughtful one.
"You knew?" I think I'm too stunned to be hurt that he hadn't told me. Doesn't Yohji like girls over eighteen???
"Not exactly. But I did have some suspicions. Yohji and I got drunk together one night and he told me he was bi."
"Still… Yohji and Omi???"
Ran nods. "I noticed that the earrings they are both wearing are the same." [1]
I gasp. "Really?"
Ran shakes his head at me. "You don't notice anything which isn't right in front of you, do you?"
And with that sentence, he pulls me in front of him, puts his arms around my waist and raises one eyebrow slightly.
Can I resist that look? I don't even bother trying. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his head down for one of those wonderful Ran kisses.
We're so involved that I don't notice the coughing sound at the door. The open doorway.
"Hey guys! We have customers!" Omi calls after a few seconds of ignored coughing.
Ran pulls away from me reluctantly and does a classic double-take. I look over my shoulder. The Koneko is now full of half stunned, half excited schoolgirls pointing at us. The ones who can't see are getting whispered comments from their friends.
I turn back to Ran and drop my head onto his chest and close my eyes. If I can't see it, then I can pretend it's not happening. Why do these things seem to happen to me?!
"They want you guys to serve them!" Omi calls again. I can hear Yohji chuckling too – bastard.
Well it seems Ran and I have been outed today. And if anything the fangirls are even more rabid than usual. One good thing is that at least we can be open in our relationship now.
Who'd have guessed there are so many yaoi fangirls out there? And wait until they find out about Yohji and Omi!
~ Owari ~
[1] This is just my personal opinion that they look the similar, and so I've made them the same. Useful for my fic anyway!
Seeing as this is my first WK fic, I'd really appreciate it if you'd leave a review! Domo arigatou!
A Weiss Kruez fan fiction
By Krysana
Disclaimer: Weiss does not belong to me. They belong to Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. I wish they both belonged to me. *very wishful thoughts*
Summary: The events that happen after Ken gets a stain on his shirt. Supposed to be humorous *hopeful look*
Pairing/s: Ran/Ken, slight Yohji/Omi
Notes: Ken POV. Shounen-ai. Sap/Fluff. Aya-chan has come out of her coma, so Aya is known by his real name Ran now.
This is my first WK fic – Apologies if I've made the boys too ooc! (Is that possible in a sap fic anyway *thinks*) As always, R&R is appreciated by the author.
"Kenken, how long have you had that t-shirt?" Yohji leans over the table and stares at the shirt in question. We are in the Koneko preparing for yet another day of the joys of being a florist assassin.
I look down. I am wearing my favourite Brazil soccer jersey.
"Ummmm….. Can't remember. Why?"
Yohji looks over his sunglasses at me. "Because there are two holes in it." He points at the right sleeve and the bottom of the shirt. "And there's a brown stain there." He points at the mark as well.
Damn! Yohji's right. When did they get there?
I pull up the shirt to look at the brown mark and rub the stain with a finger. It could be mud. I wore this shirt yesterday when I trained the kids in soccer in the afternoon. Else it could be chocolate. I remember eating chocolate last night during the movie that I was watching with Ran. I may have been paying more attention to him than the movie or where my mouth was. Else it could be teriyaki sauce from dinner last night. I shrug. Who knows?
"Ken, what are you doing?" The beautiful deep voice of my lover doesn't sound very happy.
I look up. Ran is glaring at me around the ikebana he is working on.
"What?" I reply. Even I'm not immune to the Fujimiya glare-of-death yet. "I'm just looking at this stain which Yohji was telling me about."
"Hn. I told you to put that shirt in the wash last night. But I wondered if you noticed that you have an avid audience?"
Huh? Damn! There's a group of about 10 girls already gathered outside the Koneko and they are all staring and pointing at me. I can feel the blush beginning on my cheeks and ears as I hastily pull the shirt down.
Yohji sniggers at my action. "Oi Kenken… You didn't notice your fanclub out there?"
"Yohji get off your butt and start watering the plants." Ran snaps.
Yohji smirks at me but walks away to begin his task before Ran can yell at him again.
I sheepishly go over to where Ran is diligently working. I hand him the individual flowers to help him as I know he won't stop working to talk to me and besides there's that crowd watching our every action.
"I'm sorry koi," I whisper. "I forgot where I was."
"You forgot?" This was accompanied by an incredulous look.
Yes, I know I'm not the world's smartest guy, but I'm not an idiot either. But sometimes Ran can make me feel like one. If I didn't know that he loves me as much as I love him, then I would be tempted to deck him sometimes. Oh wait, I have done that on the second time that we met. But that was before we got together. Now I keep him in line by other means.
I pout slightly and look up at Ran through my fringe. He can't resist my sad puppy-dog look.
"Stop it Ken. You're an idiot to excite the fangirls like that. Besides that body belongs to me." Ran finishes his sentence with a growl. His hand intentionally brushes against my chest as his thigh presses against mine as he reaches for another flower.
A shiver tingles up my spine. He's so sexy when he acts possessive.
"Now go get the flowers needed for the next ikebana."
And it's straight back to business for my lover. It's almost like he has a switch for work, and it's turned on at the moment.
And the incident passed by and I thought that was the end of it.
Until the same group of schoolgirls showed up at the Koneko the next afternoon, carrying a brightly wrapped gift.
"Ken-kun, this is for you from all of us!" The girls made a beeline for me and crowd around me.
"Open it now!"
They make a lot of noise and all the attention is on me. Naturally I begin to blush.
"Arigatou minna-san. But what is this gift for? It's not my birthday until December."
"It's a surprise present! Open it!" The girls chirp together in unison.
How the hell did they manage that? Do they think with one brain?
I peel open the paper and pull out the contents. It's a Real Madrid soccer jersey.
"It's great! But why?" I ask the group in front of me.
"Well Ken-kun, we noticed yesterday that the soccer shirt we see you wearing the most is getting old and it had some holes and a big stain on it."
Did somebody say red? That damn blush of mine got even redder after that statement.
"Oh well… Domo arigatou." I thank the well-meaning girls whilst wanting to sink through the floor in embarrassment.
"Please wear it tomorrow Ken-kun!", "I hope we got the right size.", "Go and try it on.", "Do you like the colour?", "My brother said this team was one of the best in the Premier League or some league, I can't remember, so that's why we picked it.", "Do you know any players from this team Ken-kun?"
To each of these comments, I just smile and nod agreeably. But inside, I just want them to leave. What is the world coming to, that schoolgirls have to give me new clothes to replace my old ones? Am I really such a bad dresser? Hey, where's Ran when I need him? I glance over at him, but he's looking down at a piece of paper – could be the list of orders. Ok, I'll try to be like that Schwarz guy and send him a telepathic message 'Rescue me please!'
As expected, Ran didn't respond to my telepathic request. Is that a smirk I see on his lips? Nah, I must be imagining things.
After an indeterminable amount of girlish comments, giggling and gratuitous touching, it was probably about 5 minutes or so, Ran did deign to appear at my side.
"If you aren't buying anything then please leave!."
Personally I was amazed he said please. I guess he saw that they gave me a present so he had to be nice to them. Well, sort of nice, for Ran that is.
He scowls at the shirt in my hand and growls, "The deliveries are ready NOW Ken.", before returning to his position behind the register.
Woah! What's wrong with him? It's a complete reversal of last night's sexy demanding lover. We cuddled up afterwards (Sorry no details – this blush is already bad enough! I don't want Yohji to tease me about thinking about sex during work, like him) and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat, just for me.
I love those quiet moments together. Oh don't get me wrong, I love the raw passion of my red-headed lover, but the quiet moments hold some of the best moments we've shared. After all, when you're an assassin, even though we know we're killing for a good reason, in the end we're still taking a human life. It's hard to stop the guilt sometimes and that's why Ran is so good for me. He knows exactly what I'm feeling and he knows exactly what to say or do to make me feel better. Some people say he's a cold bastard, but I know that's just a face he puts on for the world. With me he's the affectionate, caring partner of my dreams. And did I mention sexy and gorgeous?
So what's with the attitude? I'll have to find out later – better do the deliveries before I get yelled at again. He's still just as tough on me as with Yohji and Omi when we're working in the shop – no slacking off even for little ol' me. The Japanese have a formidable work ethic and it's so true for Ran Fujimiya.
I apologise to the fangirls and leave to do the deliveries. I do it as quickly as I can, returning to the Koneko in record time. I enter the store by the front door. Only Omi and Yohji are in the front. Yohji's serving a pretty girl who looks like she's over eighteen so that should take him a while. Omi gestures for me to come over to where he's working.
"What's wrong with Ran-kun? Are you having a fight?"
I shake my head. "No, everything was fine this morning. Where is he?"
"He's working in the storeroom. He went in there after you left and hasn't come out yet. Yohji could hear swearing from inside, so we didn't approach him yet. You better go and see what's wrong." Mother-hen Omi pushes me towards the backroom.
Hmmm... What could be wrong? Did I forget to pick up the wet towel from the floor again? Did I forget to put the cap back on the toothpaste? Did I use all the toilet paper and forget to replace the roll? Was it because I finished the pickles at breakfast this morning? Did I leave my muddy soccer cleats in the hallway again? Did I mess up the list of orders for this afternoon when I was horsing around with Yohji in the shop this morning? Or is it something else?
Okay. There's only one way to find out what's up with the love of my life. I take a deep breath and knock on the door.
"Ran, it's Ken. I'm coming in now."
I open the door, enter and firmly close the door again. Don't want to scare off the customers in case there's some yelling. And don't want to share all the details of our life with the other two either – not that they don't know all my faults anyway.
Ran is still working on an arrangement, not looking at me. I take a moment to admire his side profile. He really is so gorgeous, bright red hair with striking eartails, slim physique and beautiful violet eyes.
Sometimes I wonder what he sees in me – I'm just the boy-next-door type. Nothing special, just brown hair, blue green eyes which can look grey, blue or green depending on the light or what I'm wearing, quite ordinary really. Ran says I'm beautiful and he can make me feel very beautiful. But really look at us and there's no comparison to make, in terms of looks that is.
"So watcha doing?" Gah! What a thing to say? Can't I see he's working? I feel like smacking myself in the head.
He looks up with a slight smile on his lips. It just about melts my heart. Though I can guess what he's thinking. He's thinking exactly what I just thought. See how well we know each other.
"Just finishing this arrangement. Come over here and help me."
He's so sweet pretending to take my words literally. I stand by his side, happy to be in his presence, enjoying the normalcy of being a florist.
Then I remember what I came in here for. I clear my throat.
"Ummm… koi, are you okay? Is there anything wrong? Omi said that you were acting a little… different."
This stops his work. He sighs and turns towards me, reaching out one hand to caress my cheek.
I'm mesmerised by his eyes as he faces me. The full impact of those violet eyes is enough to melt me into a Ken puddle. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I'm not.
Ran speaks softly, "I don't know what came over me before. I was jealous of that pack of girls for having the audacity to buy you clothes! And then I was thinking, why didn't I buy you new clothes? I'm supposed to be your partner and pay attention to your needs. Then I just felt stupid for over-reacting."
What a revelation! Ran's good at beating himself up over things which he perceives as his fault. A good example is, of course, his imouto Aya-chan's accident. Even though she's recovered from her coma, he's always checking on her health and worrying about her school and life in general. She tells me that it sometimes drives her nuts. That's one of the reasons she decided to move to university in Osaka. It's close enough to Tokyo that Ran can't feel abandoned and yet far enough away for her to begin rebuilding her life without her overprotective brother always hovering around.
Anyway back to the moment at hand.
"Oh koi. Don't feel bad. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. You always take the best care of me. You know how much I love that shirt anyway. I probably won't stop wearing it until it falls off my body."
Whilst talking I wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head on his shoulder. I feel Ran relax as he returns my hug.
"But feel free to take me shopping anytime!" I continue in a joking tone.
"I don't think so!" The voice of Yohji booms from the door.
What the?! Yohji and Omi are standing at the open doorway. Omi is all smiles. Yohji has a pained look on his face.
"Hey, you guys ever heard of privacy!" I yell to them as Ran drops his arms from around me.
"Well we had to check that you guys were okay and not killing each other. It was a bit too quiet. And hey if you wanted privacy, then you should have locked the door." Yohji logic. You just can't argue with that. He continues, "Now what's this about a shopping excursion?"
"It was just a joke!" I exclaim loudly.
"Some joke," Yohji sniffs, "to let you two out shopping together. You'll just come back with more soccer jerseys and baggy sweats or ugly orange sweaters. Nope, I think it should be a team activity. I'll give you the benefit of the great Kudou fashion advisory service. What say you chibi?"
"Yohji-kun! Don't call me that! Ran-kun, Ken-kun, it could be fun! Can we all go shopping together? There's some stuff I need to get at the computer store, then we can eat at that new teppanyaki place I was telling you guys about." Omi beams at us all. He likes it when we do group activities (apart from the obvious of course). It's hard to resist those big blue eyes. Even Ran is not able to stand firm against those eyes. But Ran isn't paying him any attention at the moment.
"What's wrong with Ken's soccer jerseys and my orange sweater?" Ran glares at Yohji. "At least we're not dressed like wh…"
I slap my hand over his mouth before he can finish that sentence. We have to live and work with the guy after all. In retaliation, Ran pokes out his tongue and licks the fingers covering his mouth. I drop my hand as I feel my ears begin to flush. Damn! He doesn't play fair!
Yohji smirks. "What's wrong with dressing like a slob and a colour blind person? Come on, I know you guys have decent bodies under there, you should flaunt it if you got it." He poses against the doorframe, knowing he looks good. Yohji always looks good. It's a skill he was born with.
"Hey!" I protest. "Just 'cause I like to wear jerseys and sweats doesn't mean I'm a slob. I'm an athlete. I can't wear little crop tops and shiny pants around!" I look pointedly at Yohji's outfit.
"That's a valid point Yohji-kun." Omi says.
Yohji rolls his eyes. "Chibi, don't even get me started on your shorts and long socks."
Uh oh. Bad move Yohji. Omi's eyes widen and is that a tear I see forming?
Yohji tries to avert the coming disaster.
"Not that they don't look good, but you don't have to dress like a schoolkid when you're not at school y'know."
Omi turns to Yohji, a mild expression on his face. That's a dangerous expression! Run Yohji! "That's not what you said last night."
And then Omi gracefully exits to the shopfront, leaving behind one stunned look, one thoughtful look and one slightly shamed look.
Yohji, the slightly shamed look, smirks at us. "I never thought he'd be the one to tell you about us. Seems like it's the day of kissing and making up, isn't it? So I better get to it."
He departs after Omi. I hope the shopfront is empty. Otherwise Yohji would not be adverse to chasing Omi around the store to the surprise and puzzlement of any customers.
I turn my stunned gaze to Ran's thoughtful one.
"You knew?" I think I'm too stunned to be hurt that he hadn't told me. Doesn't Yohji like girls over eighteen???
"Not exactly. But I did have some suspicions. Yohji and I got drunk together one night and he told me he was bi."
"Still… Yohji and Omi???"
Ran nods. "I noticed that the earrings they are both wearing are the same." [1]
I gasp. "Really?"
Ran shakes his head at me. "You don't notice anything which isn't right in front of you, do you?"
And with that sentence, he pulls me in front of him, puts his arms around my waist and raises one eyebrow slightly.
Can I resist that look? I don't even bother trying. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his head down for one of those wonderful Ran kisses.
We're so involved that I don't notice the coughing sound at the door. The open doorway.
"Hey guys! We have customers!" Omi calls after a few seconds of ignored coughing.
Ran pulls away from me reluctantly and does a classic double-take. I look over my shoulder. The Koneko is now full of half stunned, half excited schoolgirls pointing at us. The ones who can't see are getting whispered comments from their friends.
I turn back to Ran and drop my head onto his chest and close my eyes. If I can't see it, then I can pretend it's not happening. Why do these things seem to happen to me?!
"They want you guys to serve them!" Omi calls again. I can hear Yohji chuckling too – bastard.
Well it seems Ran and I have been outed today. And if anything the fangirls are even more rabid than usual. One good thing is that at least we can be open in our relationship now.
Who'd have guessed there are so many yaoi fangirls out there? And wait until they find out about Yohji and Omi!
~ Owari ~
[1] This is just my personal opinion that they look the similar, and so I've made them the same. Useful for my fic anyway!
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