Pairings: It's a secret...well, not really, more of just confusing...can we say love rectangle?
Keywords: the boys, shonen ai
Author's note: This is an attempt at humor, emphausis on attempt ;P Please take it as such...the title, for those curious, goes right along with the 'humor' thing and is an acronym as well as something of a joke between me and my oneechan...if truly curious, just ask :)Now, on with the show!
T.B.S.
By Gnine
Chapter 1: Allies
The oldest member of Weiss barely suppressed another yawn as he climbed the last few steps up to his room. Fiddling with the keys for a moment in the dim light, he finally located the correct one and jammed it into the lock, proceeding then to bump the door open with his hip while at the same time removing his jacket. It'd been along night, full of wine, women and dancing. The perfect thing to get a certain someone off his mind...
Shaking his head in frustration, attempting clear the vision of bright, alluring blue eyes out of his head, he reached for the light
And yelped in surprise as the sudden illumination revealed he was not alone.
"Aya? What the hell are you--"
"Kudo…" The single word froze him in his tracks, an uncharacteristic anger filling the usually icy-cold voice. Feeling slightly apprehensive, but unwilling to show it, he shrugged.
"Wanna tell me what the hell you're doing in my room?"
Amethyst eyes regarded him coolly for a moment and only long association allowed the older man to see the emotions broiling beneath. "It is unforgivable how you've been treating Ken."
Yohji blinked. "Hn? Run that by me again?"
"While he has been doing everything to get your attention, you have ignored him completely, teased him, crushed his feelings" While he spoke, the red-head slowly advanced, fists clenched, causing the blond to take a reluctant step back. "And finally, what you did tonight, you will apologize for!"
Taking yet another step and encountering the wall, his mind desperately tried to process what the other was saying. Fear suddenly turned into anger as what Aya accused finally sunk in. Eyes narrowed, Yohji decided it was high time he released some of what he'd been meaning to tell the up-tight-human icicle for quite some time.
"You should talk! How the hell can you accuse me after all you've done to Omi!"
That halted the other, eyes widening ever so slightly. "Omi? What's he got to--"
"I'll tell you! Haven't you ever noticed the way the boy fauns over you. No! You're to busy with your high and mighty missions to ever care about someone else's feelings. "
Now that he'd started, he couldn't stop, the words he'd been bottling up for months ever since he'd noticed the young boy's crush all pouring forth. "God, you make me sick! You're a damn uncaring hypocrite! Me treating Ken badly? Look in the god damn mirror, Aya!"
"That is enough!" The dangerously low tone accompanied with the famous glare O'death usually would have been more than enough to shut him up and send most other people running for the hills, but not this time.
"No! No, I'm not going to stop. You are damn well going to hear this!"
"We can discuss Omi later, now you are going to be made aware of what you're doing to Ken!"
"Screw Ken, Omi--" He should have seen the punch coming; in hind sight it was obvious, but the pain as it connected with his face came as a surprise.
*****
It was originally the raised voices that had roused Omi from bed and sent him heading to Yohji's door, rubbing sleep from his bleary eyes as he went. Tapping lightly on the door with one hand, the other covering a yawn.
"Oi, Yohji-kun, could you keep it down, I do have school tomorrow and" The subsequent shout and crash had Omi reaching hurriedly for the door knob. Finding it unlocked, he threw it open, just as Ken raced up behind him, old baseball bat in hand, looking only half-awake.
"Omi, what the heck is going..." Both stopped, shocked at the sight that met their eyes. "...on?" The brunette finished lamely.
Oblivious to their audience, the two elder members of Weiss were wrestling on the floor, knocking over things left and right as they threw and dodged kicks and punches.
"Yohji! Leave Aya alone!!" Omi's shout coincided with Ken's "Aya, what the hell do you think you're doing to Yohji!?"
The two men in question froze, hands on each other's throats, and glanced up at the two boys. Both immediately released the other as if they'd been burned, Yohji donning an embarrassed expression while Aya's ever-present emotionless mask fell back into place.
"What were you two doing?" Omi demanded, pinning them both with an annoyed glare, still partially peeved about being woken up but more disturbed by what he'd found.
With out a word, Aya pushed past him and Ken in the door way, presumably heading for his room. The young boy mentally sighed. Guess it was too much to hope for that he'd answer...or even notice me. He turned his focus back to Yohji, but Ken beat him to the question this time.
"Care to explain?"
The blond shook his head, reaching for the cigarettes on the bureau next to him. "Nope."
Omi ground his teeth in frustration. "So, we get woken up in the middle of the night to an all out fight between you and Aya and you're not even going to tell us what it's all about?"
Again a nod, reaching this time for his lighter.
"And you shouldn't smoke!" Ken and Omi added simultaneously, eliciting a glare from the older man.
"Want to get out of my room?"
Omi shrugged, turning and taking a few steps, only to realize Ken wasn't following. With a sigh, he snagged the older boy's arm. "C'mon."
With one last sad look at Yohji, the soccer player turned as well, the sad look in his expressive brown eyes giving Omi the desire to punch the older man for his insensitivity to his best friend.
As the door slammed behind them, neither caught the disgusted look on Yohji's face as he tossed the un-lit cigarette in the trash nor heard the muttered "Love-sick Baka."
Though whether he referred to himself or another was unclear.
*****
Ken had just crawled back into bed when he heard a soft tap at his door. While he debated rolling over and ignoring it, the tapping became louder, more insistent. He groaned, flipping back the covers and struggling, for the second time tonight, out of his warm cocoon of blankets.
"Nani?" He barked, approaching the door.
"Ken, can we talk?" Omi. He shoved back the slight disappointment. Throwing open the door, he stalked back to his bed, flopping down once more. "Wha..yah want?" He asked into his pillow, eye's already falling shut.
Silence answered. After a moment, Ken cracked an eye open. Sitting up, he regarded the younger boy leaning against the door, eyes down, absorbed in thought.
"Ano...Omi" Blue eyes suddenly shot up, piercing brown with their intense, searching gaze.
"You're in love with him, aren't you?"
Huh? "What are you--"
"With Yohji, you love him, don't you?" Ken could feel his cheeks burning as he ducked his head.
"I...I don't know what you're talking 'bout." He mumbled, fingers plucking at the covers as he got a snort in response. That brought his eyes up, about to protest, but Omi simply shrugged, a smile playing across his lips.
"Come on, Ken. How long have we been friends? I know you...and I can tell. You love him."
The brunet sighed, deflating, chin falling to rest on his chest. "And he loves you." He mumbled, damning the pricks he felt starting to form in his eyes. Can't blame him though, Omi's definitely a better find then me! Smart, kind,mature, beautiful, responsible, compa---
"Hn?? N…nani?"
Startled, Ken glanced up at his friend in surprise, taking in the look of utter disbelief on the other's face. "What? You mean…" he resisted the urge to break down into laughter. "You mean you didn't know?"
The boy suddenly slid to the floor, eyes going round in shock. "Yohji, " he swallowed, starting again. "Yohji…loves me?"
"Yup!" Ken's eyes danced, pushing aside his own worries to further explore this new, and rather interesting, development.
"But...but..."
"But you love Aya." He murmured it softly, forcing a tone of seriousness into his voice. If it was possible, the blue eyes grew even wider.
"How--"
"--did I know?" Brown eyes flashed in merriment, as he threw the younger boy a broad grin. "Like you said, we've been friend's for a long time…" Omi continued to stare at him for a moment longer, then nodded, eye's returning to whatever spot of fading carpet had had him so absorbed before.
For a minute, the only sound heard was the distant noise of cars as they passed by outside, each boy silent, lost in his own thoughts. Ken's were pulled sharply back to the here and now as Omi jumped up, a grin spreading across his young face.
"Oi, Ken-kun, I'll make a deal with you. I help you get Yohji-kun and in turn--"
"I help you get Aya? I don't know, Aya's one cold..." At Omi's down cast eyes, he hastily brought what he was going to say to a halt. "Sorry. It's just that I kinda wonder sometimes if he actually cares about anyone."
"Aya-chan." The blond murmured softly. Ken shrugged, the kid had a point. "Well, then," he clapped the other on the shoulder, getting him to look up once more, "if it's possible, we'll find a way to thaw that heart of ice, ne?"
"Arigato!" Omi shouted, enveloping him in a bear hug, both boys simultaneously praying that this really would work and they could finally have the ones they loved.
*****
The place was quiet. Thankfully, thought Aya as he sat in the kitchen, gazing out the window at the setting sun. He could just barely hear Yohji banging around in the shop, finishing the last of the closing. The younger two members of Weiss were absent, Ken off to soccer practice and Omi pleading a study group or some such. He didn't particularly care, as long as they were gone.
He had found it more and more difficult in the last few months to be around Ken without having his attention drawn to the boy, those brown eyes, that soft hair...
He shook himself, frowning ever so slightly. He was an assassin, not some love sick school girl! Still…that didn't stop his eyes from wandering constantly to the fellow assassin. Yamero! He commanded himself, you feel nothing, you don't care, you...
The sigh escaped before he could stop it. Who was he kidding? And now, to top it all off, he had the problem of Omi to deal with. Since last night, he couldn't get what Youji said out of his mind.
Had he really been hurting the boy? As much as he deemed not to show it, he had grown attached to all three of his team mates, even that rude, obnoxious, womanizing Yohji, he added with a mental smile. And he possessed no desire to make any of them unhappy. But…
"So, O'fearless leader, the sunset offering any solutions to your dilemmas?"
He stiffened slightly at the unwelcome intrusion, but chose not to acknowledge it, hoping the older man would get the idea and leave him alone.
Luck wasn't with him as he heard the soft, yet distinctive footsteps as the other man approached.
"Why won't you just admit it?"
Aya turned to him then, eye brow raised in gesture of questioning. Yohji sighed, snagging the nearest chair and flipping it around. "You're just determined to make this difficult, aren't you?"
A slight rise and fall of his shoulders, then the red head returned his gaze to the sinking sun. Behind him he could hear the sounds of the other man shifting in the chair, getting out a cigarette. "Not in the house."
A grunt. "Not you too!"
"Ken and Omi dislike it."
"Don't I know it!" But the lighter was returned to his pocket, Aya noted out of the corner of his eye, and the pack left untouched on the table beside him.
"I was up most of the night thinking about what you'd said...what I'd said, all of it..."
Aya continued in his refusal to respond, determined not to reveal how curious he was about what Yohji had to say. After a few more moments of his silence, the blond let out a disgusted snort.
"Damn, but you're a cold bastard. Why won't you just admit how you feel? Cause believe me, after last night, I know…" He left the words hanging like a threat in the air for a heartbeat, then reached out, roughly grabbing Aya's shoulder, and spinning him.
"Say it! You love Ken, don't you!" he hissed in the other's face.
Amethyst eyes suddenly pierced green, holding them. "As much as you love Omi." He whispered. The reaction was instantaneous; Yohji released him, shoving away, stumbling back. They stood a few feet apart, glaring, before Aya stood and made to exit the room.
At the door he paused, turning back. "I propose an alliance. If you assist me in obtaining Ken, I will return the favor and attempt to turn Omi's affections in your direction."
Yohji simply stared, stunned for a second. "H..hai." A curt nod, and Aya departed, leaving a surprised, but slowly smiling Yohji in his wake.
*****
To be Continued...*
* Well, actually, this story has been TBC for quite a while, but I'm hoping to get working on it again soon...of course, reviews/asking/begging(yes I know I'm shameless!)/threats(the nice, happy kind ;) usually makes the process go faster...ie C&C are VERY welcome! :)