Okay, so this idea came to me last night. It was from a conversation I was
having with my friend, who wanted to go out for ice cream too. This is for
you, Manny ^_^
Author: Little Nell
E-mail: pyromanicalpikachu@hotmail.com
Part: 1/? - do people want me to go on?
Summary: Ken stumbles in on Youji's late-night cravings...
Warnings: None. Slight Shonen ai if you're looking for it. I would say slight Youji+Ken.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss. You'll get nothing if you sue. So there.
What are friends for? - PART 1 - Ice cream dreams
It was late. Very late. So late in fact, that it was early in the morning. And Ken was just beginning to get annoyed because for four hours now, he had been trying to sleep, but to no avail. "Stupid missions," he muttered to himself, "always messing up my sleep patterns."
Feeling not in the least bit tired, he decided to make his way downstairs. There was bound to be something on the TV, right? Perhaps something boring enough would help him drift off. What was that channel Aya always watched?
Suddenly, Ken paused in the doorway to the kitchen, hearing a noise. Someone was going through their fridge! Oh, the horror! He was all but ready to pounce on the vile intruder, righteous anger and all, when a blond head popped up from behind the open door.
Ken let out a sigh, adrenaline dissipating. Youji.
"Hey Kenken," he drawled. The fridge light made his smirk seem all the more...freaky. Ken hesitated slightly.
"Hey Youji. What're you doing up?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Youji countered. He was in the mood for teasing, it seemed. Which Ken wasn't. He got enough of it during the day, so why the hell should he have to put up with it at night?! Ken quickly made the decision to make his excuses as quickly as possible. He'd say he came down for a glass of water. That was realistic, right?
"Couldn't sleep."
"Dreaming about me, Kenken?"
Ken rolled his eyes. 'Here we go,' he thought.
"Yeah, I was dreaming about me, too."
Ken snorted. "So I guess that's why you're looking through the fridge, then. Because you couldn't sleep?"
Youji smiled sheepishly, "I was hungry, and - " he then mumbled something under his breath which Ken couldn't quite make out.
"What this? The great eloquent Kudou Youji at a loss for words? I'm shocked." Ken responded dryly. Getting no response, he asked again, "Speak up, I can't hear you."
"I said I wanted some ice cream. Is that some kind of crime?"
Ken blinked, "No," he answered slowly "Not that I can think of." Ice cream? What the hell? It was far more like his blond team mate to be searching for pretty girls or cigarettes or porn, but ice cream? Ken had to admit he was curious.
It was Youji's turn to roll his eyes as he returned to his search through the fridge.
"Anyway, isn't it a little," Ken glanced at the clock, "early in the morning for ice cream?"
Youji ignored the comment, sounding frustrated. "Where is the damn stuff?"
"Uh, I think Aya did the groceries this week. You know what he's like. If you want anything apart from the bare necessities, then you hafta go get it yourself."
Youji looked crestfallen. "You mean there's no ice cream? Figures." he slammed the fridge door and flopped himself down into one of the stools, lighting a cigarette.
"You're not supposed to smoke in here, Youji. You - "
Youji waved a hand, dismissing the comment, "Yeah, yeah. I know damn well 'what Aya's like'. Do I look like I care?" Youji slouched over in his seat, cupping his head in his hands. The cigarette illuminated his face...eerily.
"Uh, no." There was a slight pause between the two, where Ken had the slight feeling he'd missed something. "So, what's the big deal with ice cream, anyways? Can't you find anything else to satisfy yourself?"
Youji leered, "You offering?"
Ken flushed, picking up the innuendo, "No! Uh, I mean - " 'Damn Youji!' he thought. 'Always teasing me and making me look like an idiot!'
Youji stood suddenly, looking determined, "I'm going out for ice cream. You wanna come?"
Ken's embarrassment was forgotten. Youji must be sick, to let an opportunity to tease Ken drop like that. "You're going out for ice cream? At this hour?"
"Yep."
"Where the hell from?" Wow, Youji really had lost it, if he was willing to go out at two in the morning for a little ice cream craving.
"What do you mean 'where from'? There's stores all over the place that are open all night, Kenken. Where's your sense of adventure?" Youji made for the door, Ken following.
"You're going out like that? Youji, you don't even have any shoes on."
"Yeah, so? They make your feet so - " Youji struggled for a word.
"Dry?"
"Yea - what?!" Obviously not what he had been expecting.
"I said dry. It's raining out, you know."
Youji seemed to consider this for a moment before continuing, "So what? A little rain never hurt anybody before."
An opportunistic clap of thunder chose that moment to strike, once again illuminating Youji's features eerily. Ken swallowed.
The moment passed. "So," he continued "you coming, or what?"
Ken rubbed his temples slightly, still trying to comprehend what was going on. Maybe he was a little more tired than he thought. "So let me get this straight. You," he said, pointing to Youji, "want to go out,"
Youji nodded
"At two in the morning,"
"Yeah,"
"In the pouring rain,"
"Yeah,"
"For, ice cream?"
Youji rolled his eyes impatiently.
"And you want me," Ken said, gesturing to himself, "to come with you?"
"Exactly!"
Ken thought about this for a moment, rubbing his eyes again, and tapping his feet on the tile flooring. Should he go? With this man who teased him incessantly and told dirty jokes and who he was constantly covering shifts for. This man who had the best and the worst reputation in all of Tokyo, and who teased him. And did he forget to mention the teasing? Ken shrugged, his decision made.
"Okay."
Youji looked shocked. "Okay?"
"Sure, why not." Ken moved towards the door, now pulling Youji with him. "After all, what are friends for, right?"
After pulling on a pair of boots, Youji put a hand in Ken's shoulder and smiled a genuine smile, "Thanks Ken."
Ken returned the smile, his voice small, "Anytime Youji."
Another clap of thunder broke the gaze of the pair, and Ken opened the door leading onto the streets, "After you." he gestured with his hands.
"Why thank you, kind sir." Youji fluttered his eyelashes like a pretty girl and Ken pushed him out the door.
And so, the two friends walked together in the rain, talking of everything and nothing all at once, on their way to the store. And Youji smiled to himself and to this boy by his side who had, out of the kindness of his heart, chosen to accompany Youji on his midnight ice cream craving. And he thought to himself, 'Indeed. What are friends for?'
~fin~
I'm not really sure where this is going, or if I should continue or not. Do people want me to? Do they have any ideas? Just review to say so, okay? Thanks, all you wonderful munchkins.
Author: Little Nell
E-mail: pyromanicalpikachu@hotmail.com
Part: 1/? - do people want me to go on?
Summary: Ken stumbles in on Youji's late-night cravings...
Warnings: None. Slight Shonen ai if you're looking for it. I would say slight Youji+Ken.
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss. You'll get nothing if you sue. So there.
What are friends for? - PART 1 - Ice cream dreams
It was late. Very late. So late in fact, that it was early in the morning. And Ken was just beginning to get annoyed because for four hours now, he had been trying to sleep, but to no avail. "Stupid missions," he muttered to himself, "always messing up my sleep patterns."
Feeling not in the least bit tired, he decided to make his way downstairs. There was bound to be something on the TV, right? Perhaps something boring enough would help him drift off. What was that channel Aya always watched?
Suddenly, Ken paused in the doorway to the kitchen, hearing a noise. Someone was going through their fridge! Oh, the horror! He was all but ready to pounce on the vile intruder, righteous anger and all, when a blond head popped up from behind the open door.
Ken let out a sigh, adrenaline dissipating. Youji.
"Hey Kenken," he drawled. The fridge light made his smirk seem all the more...freaky. Ken hesitated slightly.
"Hey Youji. What're you doing up?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Youji countered. He was in the mood for teasing, it seemed. Which Ken wasn't. He got enough of it during the day, so why the hell should he have to put up with it at night?! Ken quickly made the decision to make his excuses as quickly as possible. He'd say he came down for a glass of water. That was realistic, right?
"Couldn't sleep."
"Dreaming about me, Kenken?"
Ken rolled his eyes. 'Here we go,' he thought.
"Yeah, I was dreaming about me, too."
Ken snorted. "So I guess that's why you're looking through the fridge, then. Because you couldn't sleep?"
Youji smiled sheepishly, "I was hungry, and - " he then mumbled something under his breath which Ken couldn't quite make out.
"What this? The great eloquent Kudou Youji at a loss for words? I'm shocked." Ken responded dryly. Getting no response, he asked again, "Speak up, I can't hear you."
"I said I wanted some ice cream. Is that some kind of crime?"
Ken blinked, "No," he answered slowly "Not that I can think of." Ice cream? What the hell? It was far more like his blond team mate to be searching for pretty girls or cigarettes or porn, but ice cream? Ken had to admit he was curious.
It was Youji's turn to roll his eyes as he returned to his search through the fridge.
"Anyway, isn't it a little," Ken glanced at the clock, "early in the morning for ice cream?"
Youji ignored the comment, sounding frustrated. "Where is the damn stuff?"
"Uh, I think Aya did the groceries this week. You know what he's like. If you want anything apart from the bare necessities, then you hafta go get it yourself."
Youji looked crestfallen. "You mean there's no ice cream? Figures." he slammed the fridge door and flopped himself down into one of the stools, lighting a cigarette.
"You're not supposed to smoke in here, Youji. You - "
Youji waved a hand, dismissing the comment, "Yeah, yeah. I know damn well 'what Aya's like'. Do I look like I care?" Youji slouched over in his seat, cupping his head in his hands. The cigarette illuminated his face...eerily.
"Uh, no." There was a slight pause between the two, where Ken had the slight feeling he'd missed something. "So, what's the big deal with ice cream, anyways? Can't you find anything else to satisfy yourself?"
Youji leered, "You offering?"
Ken flushed, picking up the innuendo, "No! Uh, I mean - " 'Damn Youji!' he thought. 'Always teasing me and making me look like an idiot!'
Youji stood suddenly, looking determined, "I'm going out for ice cream. You wanna come?"
Ken's embarrassment was forgotten. Youji must be sick, to let an opportunity to tease Ken drop like that. "You're going out for ice cream? At this hour?"
"Yep."
"Where the hell from?" Wow, Youji really had lost it, if he was willing to go out at two in the morning for a little ice cream craving.
"What do you mean 'where from'? There's stores all over the place that are open all night, Kenken. Where's your sense of adventure?" Youji made for the door, Ken following.
"You're going out like that? Youji, you don't even have any shoes on."
"Yeah, so? They make your feet so - " Youji struggled for a word.
"Dry?"
"Yea - what?!" Obviously not what he had been expecting.
"I said dry. It's raining out, you know."
Youji seemed to consider this for a moment before continuing, "So what? A little rain never hurt anybody before."
An opportunistic clap of thunder chose that moment to strike, once again illuminating Youji's features eerily. Ken swallowed.
The moment passed. "So," he continued "you coming, or what?"
Ken rubbed his temples slightly, still trying to comprehend what was going on. Maybe he was a little more tired than he thought. "So let me get this straight. You," he said, pointing to Youji, "want to go out,"
Youji nodded
"At two in the morning,"
"Yeah,"
"In the pouring rain,"
"Yeah,"
"For, ice cream?"
Youji rolled his eyes impatiently.
"And you want me," Ken said, gesturing to himself, "to come with you?"
"Exactly!"
Ken thought about this for a moment, rubbing his eyes again, and tapping his feet on the tile flooring. Should he go? With this man who teased him incessantly and told dirty jokes and who he was constantly covering shifts for. This man who had the best and the worst reputation in all of Tokyo, and who teased him. And did he forget to mention the teasing? Ken shrugged, his decision made.
"Okay."
Youji looked shocked. "Okay?"
"Sure, why not." Ken moved towards the door, now pulling Youji with him. "After all, what are friends for, right?"
After pulling on a pair of boots, Youji put a hand in Ken's shoulder and smiled a genuine smile, "Thanks Ken."
Ken returned the smile, his voice small, "Anytime Youji."
Another clap of thunder broke the gaze of the pair, and Ken opened the door leading onto the streets, "After you." he gestured with his hands.
"Why thank you, kind sir." Youji fluttered his eyelashes like a pretty girl and Ken pushed him out the door.
And so, the two friends walked together in the rain, talking of everything and nothing all at once, on their way to the store. And Youji smiled to himself and to this boy by his side who had, out of the kindness of his heart, chosen to accompany Youji on his midnight ice cream craving. And he thought to himself, 'Indeed. What are friends for?'
~fin~
I'm not really sure where this is going, or if I should continue or not. Do people want me to? Do they have any ideas? Just review to say so, okay? Thanks, all you wonderful munchkins.