Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Ken moves into the busy streets of Tokyo, and finds himself rooming with four super models. They are determined to transform Ken from the plain 'boy-next-door' to the hottie, they are sure is hidden underneath. But who to impress? How about that passionate-looking redhead, who lives in the apartment building next to them?
Author's Notes: Based on the movie, "Head Over Heels" starring Monica Potter and Freddie Prince Jr.
Warnings: Swearing and yaoi; Ran x Ken, and a surprise pairing :)
Head Over Heels:
Chapter One:
"Don't hog the ball!"
"He's open! He's open!"
"Watch where you're -- Uh... Running..." I wince a little, watching from the sidelines, as a freckled redhead tripped over his opponent's feet and fell flat on his face.
I'm currently spending a beautiful Saturday afternoon with my little league soccer team who are currently playing -- and losing -- against a team from a community not far from us. Exasperated, I collapse on a metal bench beside a girl in a frilly, pink dress (yes, she's one of my players) as the referee blows his whistle a final time.
"Did we lose, Coach?" Taylor asks, walking towards me with his bloodied finger hidden in his fist.
Taking out a first-aid kit from my duffel bag, I sigh and reluctantly inform him, "Yes, we did."
"Can we have ice cream?" the girl in the frilly dress inquires, sweetly.
I reward her with a little chuckle. "Susie, you guys need to win before I can treat you to ice cream."
"Oh," she responds, pouting.
After dealing with Taylor's injury, I get up from the bench, rumpling Suzie's head as I walk towards my disheartened team. "Hey, you guys were great out there! You played against a tough team. But we can kick their butts the next time we met, m'kay?"
"Can we have ice cream?" the redhead asked, limping towards the rest of the team.
"Coach says we hafta win first, Archie," Susie states, mildly.
"Don't call me Archie," Don exclaims, scowling. I try to hide my smile when Susie responds with a "That's what my mum calls you" in a lowered voice.
I clap my hands together to get everyone's attention. "You heard what the little lady said. No ice cream until you win!" A collective groan echoes amongst the children.
"Coach, we haven't won since the Cardinals forfeited their match with us three months ago," a brunet with his cap on backwards, states wisely. "And they woulda kicked our asses if the restaurant they went to just before hadn't given the whole team food poisoning."
Beside me, Taylor grins mischievously. "Hey, we could always slip a little something into the Cougars' water bottles next week when we play them. Then can we get ice cream, Coach?"
I arc my brow at my group of kids. Children these days get more and more corrupted each year. "Erm, how about I just treat you to ice cream today? You know, in exchange for a game that you win legally in the coming future." Expectedly, my suggestion was answered with a great 'whoop' from the team. To tell the truth, it really isn't as if I don't want to treat the team to ice cream after every game. But most of the time, if not every time, my wallet sends me this psychic message, telling me that my budget for the week has been used up. This time though, I think I can make an exception.
I have been coaching the soccer team for the past two and a half years, so I really don't have a much of a budget. Luckily, my boyfriend, Kase, came from a wealthy family who doesn't seem to mind paying for our montly apartment expenses. Even so, my weekly paycheck usually ends up going towards groceries which can be a lot if you could only imagine just how much Kase can consume in one meal.
After baby-sitting my team for another hour, I was finally free to go along with my plan to surprise Kase with his favourite meal: McDonalds.
"I'm home," I call to the seemingly empty hallway. As a kick off my sneakers without bothering to align them with the others, I notice another pair of shoes stacked neatly in our shoe shelf. Tucking the take-out bags in one of our kitchen cupboards so the guest won't see, I walk down the hallway towards the bedroom I share with Kase. I knock, gently, before entering and taking a peek inside.
"Kase," I call, softly, searching the room for a tall, muscular man with a weeks-old stubble and ketchup stained t-shirt. "Are you in?"
"Y-yes. I'm here." From the adjoining bathroom, emerges an unrecognizable Kase dressed from head to toe in sleek, iron-pressed, and stain-free clothing. My eyes widen even further when I see that his stubble has been replaced by smooth, clear skin. Smiling in satisfaction, I walk towards him and reward him with a small kiss on his clean cheek.
"I see you've finally cleaned yourself up like I told you," I say, grinning widely and baring my white teeth.
Kase chuckles a little nervously in response. "Well, you know. I just wanted to do something special for my schnookums," he says, kissing me on the forehead.
Arching my brow at the unusual pet name, I proceed to rummage through the drawers for a clean shirt. "Whose shoes are those outside? Do we have a guest?"
"G-guest? Uh... No, no guest." I turn towards him in confusion. Kase appears to be looking at anything except me.
Walking towards the bathroom, I ask, "Then whose shoes are those outside? They're pretty flashy. Are they new? They seem to be a little sma --"
"Hey," Kase runs towards me, attempting to block my path. "You thinking of washing up?"
Frowning at him in annoyance, I shove his body out of my way. "Yeah, like I usually do. I'm sweaty and stinky. I need to shower."
Wrapping his arms around my waist, Kase rests his chin on my left shoulder, breathing in my scent. "Are you sure you want to do that now? We could be doing other things, ya know..." I roll my eyes as he starts placing kisses up my neck and up the rim of my ear, slipping his large, tanned hands beneath my jeans.
"Yeah, yeah. We can do that later. After my shower," I state, flatly, shoving my perverse boyfriend away. "I have McDonald's in the cupboard. Go eat."
"McDonald's?" Kase's face lights up, in a way a dog's would when being given a bone to chew on. The mention of his favourite food has him loosening his hold on me immediately.
Quickly, I dash towards the bathroom before he could change his mind. Behind me, I hear him yelp and scream "no!" just before I slam the door in his face and lock it. I laugh out loud when he pounds on the door and begs me to come out. I guess his hormones must be pretty active today for him to want it this badly.
Turning around, I notice a silhouette crouching behind the shower curtains. My mind brings me immediately to the small fancy shoes by the door, Kase's immaculately kept outfit, and his reluctance to let me use the shower. Walking tentatively towards the shower, I shove the curtains away forcefully to reveal a pale, naked body topped with a fine, blond head, crouching in the bathroom tub and looking up towards me with his alluring hazel eyes. It only takes me a minute to recognize him from the men's fashion magazine Kase had brought home with him two weeks ago.
"Oh, I see how it is," I say softly, before stomping out of the bathroom. After passing a speechless Kase, I head towards the kitchen and open one of the cupboards. With the two uneaten McDonald's combos in hand, I stuff my feet into my sneakers, open the door, and stride purposefully out of the apartment.
... To Be Continued.
Author's Notes:
To those who may have read it before, this is a rewritten version of my fanfic "Head Over Heels". You may notice my writing style has changed completely since the last time I updated, so even though I'm going to stick with the same basic idea, the story will be totally revamped. To those who have actually been waiting for new chapters... I'm really sorry! I hope you'll continue to support me by reading this version as well.
Feedback in any form is welcome.