Sorry for the confusion on the first attempt. ^^; I hope doing this will clear things up a bit… As in cleaning before I re post it like an intelligent person. I don't own either of these here mentioned in the following… So please don't sue me and deprive me of the money for my anime fix… o.o;

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It was a lovely day. The wind was blowing cool fingers through the goggle-wearing youth's dark hair as he smiled and tugged at the leash he held so firmly in his feminine fingers. "C'mon, Farfie! Let's go for a walk!" and he smiled some more as he led his frothing maniac on a leash out the door.

The beaming Ken-kun hadn't gotten more than a few blocks when (( the cops caught up to him and took him away for doing strange things to the guy on the leash at the soccer practice! The end! )) his best friend, yes, best friend, came strolling along too. It was Yoji, of course!

Ken stopped, beaming all the while, "Ohaiyo, Yoji-kun! ^^- I was just taking Farfie here for a walk to the park; we're going to play games." The grip on the leash never loosened; that would be 'bad' and bloody.

Yoji blinked those green-gold orbs, like apples really, at his friend, those green and purple shorts of his glowing in the morning light, "Can I play too?" he seemed to be bouncing, and we all know he was, on the inside.

Ken nodded, "Sure! Farfie, you don't mind if Yoji plays with us, do you?" he leaned into the Frothing One's view, looking as if the Irish madman was about to give the secret to life.

Farfie slurped and chewed on the leash, "Mrow."

Ken resurrected his smile, "Good! Come on Yoji! ^^- Maybe we'll see Aya and he'll have a picnic and we can eat!"

The lithe Yoji-kun nodded, smiling like he has no insight to the world around him, and the two seiteki, shirtless men strolled off with the Farfie-kins in tow.

At the park! Dananan! Oh… Yeah.

Farfie meows to thirty as Yoji and Ken run around in circles and behind trees, looking for a good place to hide. The last er, mrow is 'shouted' and Farfie opens that eye of his, peering around his little circle. Ken and Yoji giggled, crouched behind a large… boulder like creature of rock.

Acute of ear, Farfie looks around all horror-movie-esque toward the sound of insane giggling. He's on the verge of going to the noises of the other er, men, but considers just leaving. He knows the two won't notice for hours. But the sheer masculinity of the giggles drew him in, like some kind of sick, twisted, seductive lure to a sick, twisted, equally seductive fishy.

Farfie pokes his head around the boulder and Ken and Yoji mock a scream, saying together, "You found us!" and laughing in a way that makes the Farf sound stable, not that he isn't…

The Irish madman then went on to stare curiously at Yoji, noticing something shiny on the tall blonde. He attached himself to the apparent 'ladies man'. "Mrow."

Ken blinked, Yoji blinked and sweatdropped. "Er, what's he doing, Ken-kun?" The blonde gave the white haired man a perplexed look.

"He just likes you," Ken piped, not thinking that Farfie would ever like someone more, he trusted Farfie, more than he ever trusted Aya-kun or Kase-kun.

The sun was setting when Ken yawned, his eyes shutting and his gloved hands reaching for the crimson clouds hanging precariously over his goggles. "Okay, Farf! We should get going!" He tugged at the leash, got no response, "Farf? We have to leave, we can come back tomorrow."

"Mrow." Farfie glomped Yoji, pouting, and licked the blonde's shoulder. "Mrow."

Yoji snoodled, "Aw, he's so cute! Ken-kun, can he stay the night with me? Just tonight? Please?" His apple-like eyes shimmered and gleamed with hope.

Ken averted his gaze to hide his jealousy, "Well, I don't know…"

"Plllleeeeaaasseeee?" Yoji sniffled and Farfie bit his shoulder.

Ken sighed, "Alright, just make sure you give him enough food, and you don't keep him up too late, and that you bring him home before noon, and that you don't poke him with any sticks – he hates that – and that…"

In front of Yoji's bachelor's pad!!! Or… In front of Yoji's room above Koneko, whichever.

Ken holds out Farfie's bag of Farfie Stuff, "And if he starts to cry, just give him a kitchen knife and he'll be fine, and if he needs to go potty while he's wearing his straight jacket, just unstrap him, he's house broken, and if he starts to get cuddly-"

Yoji rolled his eyes, holding Farfie's leash loosely and opening the door to his room/apartment/super suave chick magnet, "Yea, yea, I think I get it. Ja ne, Ken-kun!"

Ken pouted, feeling jealousy wash over him, but waved, smiled, and left for his own super cool realm of soccer and hidden SnM fetishes. ((Cough… it's obvious! You KNOW you see it too! ))

Inside the Realm of Sex and Cigarettes… Er, I mean Yoji's little apartment thingie! Strange noises can be heard… Let us fade in through a wall to gain insight as to what these corruptions of sound might be…

Farfie's insane cackle can be heard over Yoji's quiet yet urgent moaning as the scene un-darkens. Yoji grunts loudly as Farfie ends his laughter and gasps for air. The two look a little, well, er, flushed…

Yoji pushes back his sweat-damp hair, mouth turned down into a Folken frown, "Kill me next time I suggest baking cookies with you." He picked a piece of cookie dough from those glistening strands.

Farfie blinked, his hands covered in the blood of many gingerbread men, "Okay." He placed two of his fingers in his mouth, "Mmmm, God hurts."

Yoji sweatdropped, hoping that the madman wouldn't really kill him if he ever suggested it again… But before he could be sure Farfie had understood, he was distracted by something warm on his fingers. Yoji twitched, "What are you doing, Farfie?"

The Irishman nibbled lightly on the tip of Yoji's index finger, "Eating your fingers," he stopped, blinked cutely at Yoji (( Aw! )) "It hurts God if you don't have any fingers."

Yoji twitched again, a cigarette magically appearing in his mouth due to the animator's lapse of attention. "I like my fingers though." He smiled deviously, blowing smoke entrancingly around the Farf's form, "Let's play anouther game…"

Farfie let go of the slender fingers and tilted his head at Yoji, "What game? Does it hurt God?" His honey eye (( Honey like Schuu-honey? Maybe… )) gleamed with a barely suppressed glee.

Yoji grabbed The Farf gently by the collar, more smoke drifting lazily about, "Perhaps…" he caught the disinterested look in the Farf's eye, hastily threw in, "Oh, yea! He cries."

Farfie stares, "Really?!" then a skeptical expression drains the glee away, "What game is it? I think you're lying."

Yoji patted Farfie on the head, "I'm not lying, I would never lie to you! It's a surprise though…"

Farfie glomps the oh so very lithe man and snoodles, "Yoshi!"

A maniacal and greedy, evil, diabolically seductive look slips over Yoji's face. Dananan! Scary!

The next day! At Ken-kun's Bubbly Land of Soccer and… baseball mitt thingies…

"I'm ready! I'm ready! … Er, oh my god! It's almost 12! I should make sure Yoji's okay." And as he ran down the street/hallway ((depending on whichever one you see it as… o.O )) he imagined the various things that his pet could have done to his dear friend.

The door to Yoji's pad flung open as Ken reached it, causing the soccer-boy to stop like a dead hamster where he stood, "Yoji-kun?" he whispered.

Two faces, both pale, one flawless and lovely, the other marred and drool-worthy, sprung into Ken's view, both sporting twitch inspiring expressions. Farfie clung to Yoji's arm, his teeth resting on the man's shoulder. Yoji smiled at Ken brightly, "We were just going to see you! You don't mind if we go for some ice cream, do you?"

Ken paled, fighting the tears at the corners of his eyes, "I… I… No… Unless Farfie doesn't want to." He pouted to the Irishman.

Farfie beamed, nodded vigorously, and the two pranced away to the ice cream parlor, leaving little KenKen alone and with no one to trust.

The pair was trotting along the side of the road slurping at ice cream cones when Ken-kun jumped out into their view. Yoji and Farfie stopped, both in, er, mid slurp. "Hi guys!" he beamed at his Farfie, missing him ever so much but not being able to come out and admit it just yet, "Wanna go to the park? Aya-san and Crawford-san are there, and they're-"

Yoji spoke solemnly, the vanilla coating his lips adding to the seriousness of his tone, "We were actually going to go bake cookies…" The blonde blinked at Farfie, who got a blood thirsty glint in his eye.

Ken pouted a little, eyeing Yoji's bandaged fingers with suspicion, "Oh… Can I come too?"

"Iiya, it's too delicate a process," and Yoji and Farfie shared a quiet snicker.

Ken became frantic; they had inside jokes, and he had no one to tie down (( Eek! )). "But me and Farfie have lots of, er, delicate stuff to do too!" The goggle-boy fought a blush.

Yoji set his nose in the air and let go of Farfie's leash, "Let's just let Farfie-kins decide!"

Ken gaped, pet names! Yoji had a pet name for HIS Farfie and he still had no one to tie down! It would be a long, lonely, uneventful week, ne? "Fine!"

They sat Farfie in between them and each took a step back. Farfie blinked at Ken-kun, feeling a bit like he was missing the goggle-wearing baka face, the one that had so many times helped him hurt God. But Yoji had something shiny… It… shone and gleamed in the light and looked lovely and sharp and pointy!

Ken patted his thighs violently, a desperate smile hanging on those bishounen lips, "Come on, Farfie! Come on! Come on, baby-Farfie-kins! Come here, little-wittle-Farfie-poosie! I'll let you eat the soccer ball! I'll let you be on top!"

Yoji was screaming along with Ken, "No, over here, Farfie-honey! You know you like me more! Come on, come on! I'll be the soccer ball! Don't listen to him! He lies!!! Subete wa uso!" Farfie twitched, turned a little toward Yoji.

He crawled towards Yoji some more; the blonde had something shiny! He could always go back to Ken-kun after he got what he wanted. Ken's pleas became more desperate, and finally, as Farfie clung to Yoji's leg and licked his knee, the goggle-headed one broke down into tears.

"Doushite! Doushite! Light, flaky, buttery, why?" He sobbed still even as Yoji plucked Farfie up and set him on his shoulders.

The blonde snorted at Ken, "It's settled then, come along, Farfie."

The very nextly day…

Farfie and Yoji were running around in circles outside in the front of Koneko - scaring away quite a few fangirls and attracting many more - Farfie chasing a chortling Yoji, that is. KenKen appears, holding a bright green leash. He stops in clear view of the running ones and pet-pets his new, er, pet. "Such a good boy, Schuu-baby!" he grinned maniacally, eyeing Farfie as he spoke to the distracted Schuldig, "Who's a good boy? You are! You're the BEST PET a boy could ask for!"

Farfie kept running, Yoji kept running, Ken scowled, "And tonight!" he screeched, hoping to gain the attention of the ill trained runners, "Tonight we'll have so much fun! I'll-"

Yoji pouted, stopped, "Ken-kun, can you keep your plans to yourself? I don't need Farfie to get any ideas, you know."

Ken scowled and stamped off, Schuu following boredly after.

That night… "Oh, Schuu-Schuu! You win AGAIN!" Ken beamed and glomped his new Bishie pet, screaming so the Yoji-kun would hear. Schuldig winced under Ken's embrace. 'Life' pieces flew from the board with Ken's movement.

Yoji leaned out the window next door (( or out the door in the hall way… )) and scowled, "Ken, keep it down over there, we're trying to concentrate!"

The window/door slammed closed and Ken cried into Schuu's shoulder. Schuu rolled his eyes, "Can I go yet?"

Ken sobbed and attached himself firmly to the Schuu-bear, "Iie! Farfie left me and I'm alone! Alone!"

Schuldig blinked, de-attached himself and sighed heavily, "Maybe you should get a pet that will make him more jealous then, I'm just bored." -.- He bolted out the door of the pineapple, er, apartment, before Ken could glomp the redhead again.

The cackle of an overly happy Farfie-kins sounded from next door, Ken keened a long, high note of sorrow and remorse. ((Poor KenKen!))

The next day… Yoji and Farfie are slurping at ice cream and playing a harmless (( sniggle)) game of Star Wars Monopoly on the lawn/in the hallway. Ken beamed to his new… newer, pet. "Hey you guys, I want you to meet… Nagi…" he patted the bishounen on the head, "Say hello, Nagi!"

Nagi glared, twitched, and hissed at Ken. Yoji and Farfarello both gave a look of mild interest to the new pet and Ken, but then dove right back into the ever-so exciting game – Yoji was losing and if Yoji did loose… Farfie got to maim/kill/destroy something in the vicinity. But if Yoji won, well… If Yoji won… I think you can guess what he'll get the Farf to do.

Ken stroked the Nagi's hair, gaining only a bite on his lovely fingers, "Come on, Nagi, we have better things to do than hang around here." And the two strutted into the pineapple/bachelor pad/apartment.

Yoji blinked at Farfie as he landed on the free parking space, "Hah! Looks like I'm winning now!" he grinned in quite the scary manner as he scooped the play money up into his own diminishing pile. Farfie scowled.

Nagi hissed and growled as Ken unhooked him from the leash. "Hey, Nagi! I have an idea!" Ken started, pulling out a little shiny ball that both he and Farfarello enjoyed playing with, "We can play with this! Me and some… unmentionable pet used to play but that's over now." Ken snorted as he rolled the ball to Nagi.

Nagi glared at the ball, hissed as it rolled by, then tore it into tiny shiny little pieces with his magical spiffy power. Ken twitched, "I guess you don't like the ball…" Goggle-boy revived his smile with a flourish, "That's okay! We can play Red Cow Blue Cow! It was someone whose name shall go unmentioned in this house's favourite game!"

The bishounen pet hissed again and sat on the only chair in the room. When Ken made a move to sit next to Nagi, he snarled and bit at the goggle-boy's fingers.

Ken pouted and wandered into the kitchen. Around dinner time, a little before actually… Nagi came slinking into the kitchen where Ken had been… cooking. Cooking a lot. He wasn't good at it, but he thought he was getting better – at least he wasn't burning the Jell-O ((Omi gets Bombay Cat Flu reference ^^; )) anymore.

Nagi blinked up at Ken, his eyes just demanding food. Demanding… Ken had to obey those demanding bishie eyes! Goggle-boy opened up a can of Farfie's "favourite" food, Speggeti-O's, and dumped it into Nagi's bowl, which was actually only Farfie's bowl that had 'NAGI' spelt out on it. After the proper bit of heating, the bowl was set in front of Nagi, "Bon appetite!"

The bishounen hissed loudly and hopped into Ken's place where his own dinner had been spread out. Ken blinked at the bowl and poked at it, "I guess… You can have that too if you want." As Ken started to try and eat some of the food in Nagi's bowl, Nagi growled like a fiend and threw a spork, a rusty spork, at the KenKen.

That evening Ken was having no fun… He sat on the edge of his bed and pointed to Farfie's little padded dome-bed thingie, "That's where you can sleep, Nagi!"

Nagi spat and crawled into Ken's bed instead, falling quickly and soundly asleep. Ken poked Nagi only to have teeth clamped down on his fingers.

With a keening, mournful, terribly poignant sigh, Ken crawled into Farfie's dome bed, "That's okay… I guess this isn't so bad, just a little cold… but at least I'll get good posture!"

The next day, with Nagi playing something on his laptop, Ken sat watching the laundry spin round and round… Then he heard an intensely familiar 'mrow'.

"Farfie! You've come b-… Oh, it's you." He glared at Yoji as the pair carried in a bundle of dirty clothes.

"We're here to do some laundry…" Yoji stated, pulling off his shorts to throw in with the rest. Ken twitched, Yoji was awfully exposed @.@ and Farfie was sitting on the blonde's shoulders, as if he loved the seductive sex-tool more than the seductive soccer-freak! Doushite!

Farfie crawled down off of Yoji and after the shorts as Ken and Yo-tan talked angrily… "Yea, Ken, you should really move on, it's really sad to see you trying to make the Farf jealous now that he has me."

Ken huffed and adjusted his goggles, "Who's to say I haven't already moved on? I… Farfie?"

Goggle-boy and chain-smoker both leaned forward to see the Farf slurping on a scalpel. Why did Yoji have a scalpel? Hmmm…

Slowly, deliberately, Farfie climbed out of the washer and promptly glomped Ken's arm, "Mrow," Ken beamed.

Yoji gaped, "So that's the only reason he liked me?" he pouted, "Not for my seductive wit or deducing charm or lovely eyes?" he blinked as Farfie chewed on Ken's hair, "Ah well… Hey there," he turned and slunk, yes, lithely toward Nagi, "How you doin'?"