TITLE : Lie to me
AUTHOR: sara-chan
PAIRING: Ran/Ken
RATING: R
WARNINGS: yaoi, angst, violence, Ken-torture, AU
DISCLAIMERS: Weiss Kreuz is not mine. I'm just a poor student.
SUMMARY: Ken lives in Tokyo in a rich family. His parents employ a new teacher for him, named Aya Fujimiya. But who is this mysterious man? Why is he hiding? The truth isn't always pleasant to learn, especially when it's linked to Ken's own life.
A/N: Well, I hope this fic will be as good as the first one I have made, French Lessons. The plot is a bit complicated, but don't worry, I have already planned the entire story! Okay, let's go!
LIE TO ME
Chapter 1: THE HIDAKA FAMILY
Ken got out of the limousine before the car stopped in front of the residence. He waved at Matsuya, the driver, who sent him back his smile. At 51 years old, tall and with grey hair, in his black formal suit, the man fondly looked at the young boy with fatherly affection. All in the Hidaka house loved the cheerful and exuberant Ken A. Hidaka.
At 17 years old, the young man was full of life and energy. He always had a smile, a friendly word for everyone. He was a real gem in the family. Chuckling softly at his thoughts, Matsuya climbed back in the limousine. He felt much happier suddenly.
- YYY -
Before going to see his mother in the living-room like he usually did when he came back from school, Ken made a break to the kitchen. He thought he'd be able to take something without Maya knowing it, but the old woman wasn't born yesterday.
"Ken Hidaka! I catch you again pinching my cookies!" she growled, hands on hips, in a severe tone of voice. But when she saw the boy's grin and sparkling mocha eyes filled with amusement and cheer, the old woman sighed with fondness and told him to clear off before she kicked his pretty ass.
Ken fled, giggling all the way in the corridor. It was a ritual between them, that he came pestering her after school. Even if she scolded and growled, he knew she enjoyed their 'quarrel' like he did.
In front of the tall door of the living-room, Ken adjusted his shirt and brushed his chocolate brown hair with a hand. Deeming himself presentable, he softly knocked on the door. An elegant and musical voice told him to enter.
The room was richly decorated. A huge crystal chandelier was hung at the white ceiling; each stone shone brightly everywhere, making them looking like diamonds. Paintings from famous artists were hung up on the walls; all were authentic. A leather couch stood in the middle of the room, behind a gorgeous piano. Beyond that, a huge library stood in the back of the room, with hundreds of books, each one as beautiful as the other. When he entered this room, Ken always felt he was in a museum. Everything was arranged so beautifully that everybody who entered there gaped with admiration. And all this was done by the woman sitting now on the couch.
Ken's brown eyes met Tomoyo Hidaka's ones of the same chocolate colour. Her pale and delicate skin made her appear like a fragile porcelain doll. Her regular features were perfect. A red fine mouth, huge captivating eyes, delicate thin eyebrows and long dark hair falling loosely behind her back. She wore a white silk kimono trimmed with red and purple flowers, matching perfectly with her ivory skin.
Ken had never seen a woman more beautiful than his mother. For him, she was the embodiment of gracefulness and perfection.
He slowly stepped toward the couch, sat near her, and then gave her a respectful and affectionate peck on her check.
"Konnichi-wa Okaa-san."
Tomoyo put down her porcelain cup on the coffee table, then smiled to him. "Ken, I have something to tell you. Your father and I discussed about it for some time now, and we have made a decision today."
Ken picked a cup of a tea and a cookie, then sat back comfortably against the cushions. At the motion of his father though, he frowned and looked at his mother. "About what, Okaa-san?"
The beautiful Japanese woman smiled, pleased to see her son acting and eating as gracefully and delicately as she had taught him to do during his childhood. Ken had always been a fast and obedient learner.
"We have called a teacher to learn you at home. You won't have to go at school anymore. It'll be much easier for you. Dr Hinoto approved our decision. He said it'll do some good for your health. What do you think, Ken?"
The young teen thought about what his mother said to him. She was right. For the past two weeks, Ken had felt even more tired than what he was normally used to. Even if Matsuya picked him up at school with the limo, that didn't relieve his sudden drowsiness. His attacks had been coming more and more frequently.
"Okay, when does he come?"
"Tomorrow morning. You will have to be there to meet him. I'm counting on you, Ken," his mother sternly said.
"Nani? Are you saying that I'm not well-behaved?" Ken asked with innocent eyes.
Tomoyo raised an eyebrow, and she didn't waste her breath to answer the obvious. Ken grinned sheepishly, making the usual calm and elegant woman smiled.
"Ken Alexander," she firmly repeated. "I'm serious."
The young man then nodded and put down his empty cup of tea. "I'm going upstairs now." He gave another peck on his mother's cheek, then stood up. When he opened the door, he suddenly noticed he had forgotten to ask the question anyone would have asked. "What is his name by the way?"
The dark-haired lady raised her head from her book. "Fujimiya. Aya Fujimiya."
Ken frowned while he walked toward his bedroom. Aya? Wasn't it a girl's name? Why would a man be given a girl's name? Very odd…
Two hours later, his homework was done, and Ken was bored. He looked around his room, as if something would pop out and free him from the boredom. His eyes stayed on his soccer ball, but he dismissed the idea. He shouldn't play at this time. It was getting dark outside. The young teen decided to go for a walk in the garden.
He was in the stairs when he heard voices coming from the corridor. It was his father who was back from work and one of his colleagues.
Reiji Hidaka. A lot of people said Ken looked like his father. The same tanned skin, the same mocha brown eyes and short chocolate hair, but there stopped the similarities. While his father was all in muscles and very tall; Ken had delicate features like his mother. His mocha eyes were so gorgeous they seemed to shine brightly like brown diamonds. His bangs fell on his eyes and around his cheeks, accentuating his sparkling eyes. He was slender and thin, which made Ken furious because a soccer player shouldn't look like a girl. But that was how he looked like, a handsome young 17 year old teen.
Reiji Hidaka was elegant. He always wore a serious and concentrated face. He never smiled nor made a joke. He was always in his study under a lot of paperwork and books. Ken rarely saw his father during the day and the evening. In fact, Ken didn't know how to describe his relation with his father because he never knew what his father thought. For Ken, Reiji Hidaka was a mystery. But he was his father and Ken loved him. Like for his mother, the young teen felt something like a strong respect each time he thought about his father. Ken always told himself that he would belike his father later, if he couldn't be a soccer player, that is.
As if he sensed his son, Reiji turned around. His face didn't change one bit, but he waved him with his finger to approach him.
"Ken, did your mother talk to you about your new teacher?"
His son nodded and smiled excited. "Yes, and I'm okay with it! He's coming tomorrow, right?"
Reiji loosened his tie and nodded as well. "At 9 a.m. I'm going to my study with Mr Crawford."
His father's colleague, the said Crawford, bowed respectfully at Ken, then followed his father behind him.
Ken shrugged, and then walked again toward the garden with his head full of questions.
He wondered what the teacher was like. Maybe Ken could interest him in soccer? They could become friends too! It would be boring to work with someone you didn't like for a full year. It shouldn't be difficult to become friends with this Aya Fujimiya, ne?
Ken raised up his eyes toward the sun, which was disappearing far away in the sky. The young teen had this sudden feeling that something was going to happen. Soon. Something that would change his life forever.
TBC…
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Next chapter: the new teacher, Aya/Ran arrives.
Ja!
sara-chan