They were trapped. They were trapped in a small dark, windowless room that
practically reverberated with chilly air. The door was blocked completely
shut.
Ken sighed, looking around. Things were not looking good at all. He and Aya were stuck in the room with nowhere else to go. In fact, they were hiding there because one of their missions had gone well, sour. Both were wounded, but his friend seemed to have gotten the worst of it, seeing as his side dripped with blood and he was leaning mostly unconscious on Ken's shoulder. The bugnuk-wielding assassin sighed and sat Aya down on the floor up against a dusty wall, trying to ignore his own pain. He knew that this was only temporary, that Youji and Omi knew where they were and were going to get them out, but time just seemed to slow. The brunette sighed, taking off the infamous orange sweater he wore around his waist, tearing strips off to help bind up his leaders wounds. Ken knelt beside Aya, gently getting to work. Suddenly, he froze, literally, as two incredibly cold objects found their way underneath his jacket. He looked down. He was rather surprised to see Aya's hands were those said objects
"Jeez! Aya's hands are cooooooooollllllddd!!! Damn it, what the hell is he doing?" Ken thought confusedly to himself, then the thought struck him.
"He's out cold…. literally, I guess he's subconsciously trying to warm up. Ok, I can deal with this. Just keep wrapping and things will be fine." So Ken continued, trying to ignore Aya's hands while he did so. Ken stopped again, feeling himself being pulled closer. "Ok, enough is enough, I really do value my life and I do not want to lose it by Katana wielded by an annoyed red head of my acquaintance." Ken pulled back, trying to disentangle himself, but to no avail, which surprised him a lot.
"Wha? Damn it, this guy looks like a piece of paper when he stands sideways, and yet I cant get him to let g—AACK!!!" Ok, make that Aya's hands and his nose, attached to his face were freezing. Ken knew that because Aya had just buried his face in the junction of his neck where his shirt and jacket didn't cover.
"Damn it, next time we go on a mission, I'm zipping my jacket u—what the??" Ken froze stock still, did he, Ken Hidaka, being of pretty much of sound of mind and body hear Abyssinian, Aya Fujimia, the great white Katana wielding assassin of death, SNUFFLE????
He waited for a moment silently, just to see if it was just a fluke, there it was again, a pathetically cute, heart rendering sound, like there's a drenched kitten out in the rain begging you to pick it up. Ken swore quietly, he managed finally to make him self move enough to finish up patching up Aya, but he still couldn't get himself free.
"Gah!" Soccer boy cried as he was pulled practically into his friend's lap. "Held close and being cuddled to death," Ken sniffled softly. " What a way to go…." He tried to shift a bit, as the angle was a tad awkward.
Picture this. Ken had started off kneeling beside Aya, then he gets pulled over so now he's at an angle, which makes it hard to pull away, even for one of his strength.
He sighed, "Ah well, I guess this isn't so bad, and I was getting kinda cold…and..sl.ee…..py……" The brunette was very tired and had lost some blood, so he was pretty damn justified in this, and so, he fell asleep, being cuddled by Aya. His last coherent thought was this.
"Who…kn..ew…Aya was …a cud..ddler…"
Ken sighed, looking around. Things were not looking good at all. He and Aya were stuck in the room with nowhere else to go. In fact, they were hiding there because one of their missions had gone well, sour. Both were wounded, but his friend seemed to have gotten the worst of it, seeing as his side dripped with blood and he was leaning mostly unconscious on Ken's shoulder. The bugnuk-wielding assassin sighed and sat Aya down on the floor up against a dusty wall, trying to ignore his own pain. He knew that this was only temporary, that Youji and Omi knew where they were and were going to get them out, but time just seemed to slow. The brunette sighed, taking off the infamous orange sweater he wore around his waist, tearing strips off to help bind up his leaders wounds. Ken knelt beside Aya, gently getting to work. Suddenly, he froze, literally, as two incredibly cold objects found their way underneath his jacket. He looked down. He was rather surprised to see Aya's hands were those said objects
"Jeez! Aya's hands are cooooooooollllllddd!!! Damn it, what the hell is he doing?" Ken thought confusedly to himself, then the thought struck him.
"He's out cold…. literally, I guess he's subconsciously trying to warm up. Ok, I can deal with this. Just keep wrapping and things will be fine." So Ken continued, trying to ignore Aya's hands while he did so. Ken stopped again, feeling himself being pulled closer. "Ok, enough is enough, I really do value my life and I do not want to lose it by Katana wielded by an annoyed red head of my acquaintance." Ken pulled back, trying to disentangle himself, but to no avail, which surprised him a lot.
"Wha? Damn it, this guy looks like a piece of paper when he stands sideways, and yet I cant get him to let g—AACK!!!" Ok, make that Aya's hands and his nose, attached to his face were freezing. Ken knew that because Aya had just buried his face in the junction of his neck where his shirt and jacket didn't cover.
"Damn it, next time we go on a mission, I'm zipping my jacket u—what the??" Ken froze stock still, did he, Ken Hidaka, being of pretty much of sound of mind and body hear Abyssinian, Aya Fujimia, the great white Katana wielding assassin of death, SNUFFLE????
He waited for a moment silently, just to see if it was just a fluke, there it was again, a pathetically cute, heart rendering sound, like there's a drenched kitten out in the rain begging you to pick it up. Ken swore quietly, he managed finally to make him self move enough to finish up patching up Aya, but he still couldn't get himself free.
"Gah!" Soccer boy cried as he was pulled practically into his friend's lap. "Held close and being cuddled to death," Ken sniffled softly. " What a way to go…." He tried to shift a bit, as the angle was a tad awkward.
Picture this. Ken had started off kneeling beside Aya, then he gets pulled over so now he's at an angle, which makes it hard to pull away, even for one of his strength.
He sighed, "Ah well, I guess this isn't so bad, and I was getting kinda cold…and..sl.ee…..py……" The brunette was very tired and had lost some blood, so he was pretty damn justified in this, and so, he fell asleep, being cuddled by Aya. His last coherent thought was this.
"Who…kn..ew…Aya was …a cud..ddler…"