Pairing : Ran/Ken

Warning : shonen-ai, humor

Disclaimers: Don't own any of the guys.

Note: This is just a pointless fic. I had a bad day and needed something to cheer me up.

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Kenken needs help!

by Sara-chan

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Ken looked down at his shirt and pouted. There was chocolate all over it. He was eating an ice cream when he collided with a little boy. He wasn't mad at the kid though. He could never be angry with children after all. But that didn't change the fact that his favourite soccer shirt was dirty.

The brown haired teen sighed dejectedly as he opened the door of the flower shop. Yohji looked up and raised a brow at his frowning team mate. Ken looked like he had lost his puppy and was mourning over his death.

"Kenken?"

The boy turned his big chocolate eyes toward the older man and whined. "Yohji do you know how to clean chocolate from clothes?"

The blonde stared at Ken as if he had lost his mind. What the...? That was Ken for you. He wouldn't cry if he was injured, but if it was something related to soccer, he would act as if it was the end of the world. That boy needed to go out… or get laid, and Yohji knew the right person to 'help' the teen. The ex-detective smirked as he approached Ken.

"No I don't, but I know someone who does," he said with a sing-song voice. That should have been a warning for Ken.

"Well tell me then!" Ken said as he looked down worriedly at the big stain. What kind of detergent could clean something that big? What if the stain couldn't be erased? No no no! He shouldn't be thinking about something so horrible! Yohji was going to help him or he would bring out his bugnuk. Dammit! It was his favourite soccer shirt after all!

"I'm sure Aya will be able to help you," Yohji grinned, but Ken missed the grin as he was already running toward the stairs. Yohji chuckled. "Now it's up to you, Ice man."

-YYY-

Aya turned another page of his book and sighed. He was not working at the flower shop this afternoon, he had his favourite book, his tea and he was sitting comfortably on his couch. What else could he ask? It was heaven…

Until a brown haired boy came brusquely into his room, as if Schwarz was running after him.

"What do you want Ken?" the redhead glared. And blinked when Ken rushed toward him and clang at him. Big puppy eyes looked up at him. Aya thought for a moment that the boy would start to cry, but that was not what Ken did at all.

"Ayaaa! You have to help me!" he said with a determined look. A look that said: You better help me or else… Then, in front of his shocked redhead teammate, Ken took off his shirt, showing a well bronzed chest.

Aya tried not to stare. He really did.

Shit! What is he doing?

His mind was thinking about more pleasurable things though. Ken is naked! N-A-K-E-D! What are you doing idiot! Take him already!

Aya was not the type of person to act on his emotions. So he just pushed back the voice and kept on staring. For now.

"Aya! I need your help!" Ken showed his dirty shirt at the older man's face, thinking that Aya couldn't see the big stain. "That's my favourite soccer shirt! I don't know what to do!!!"

Ken blinked when the redhead didn't answer, but kept on staring at him. Huh? Why was Aya looking at him as if he wanted to eat something? And that something was…

Him ?!!!!!

Ken turned crimson. No way!!! That was impossible! That was Aya for God's sake! "Aya… maybe that wasn't a good idea!" he said suddenly. Was the room already hot or did the heating break? He felt warm and something inside him told him to run. Now! "Ahahah… I'm gonna… huh… ask Omi! Yeah! See ya!" He was going to stand up when the redhead grabbed his wrist. Ken nearly screamed. Help! Help!!!

Then a deep husky voice whispered to Ken's ear: "No need to ask Omi. I have everything you need."

The older man was referring to the things they will need to clean his shirt right? Right?

FIN -grins-