A/N – My first Weiss fanfiction. ^^  Anyways, I'm planning this to be a three part series.  The first will be a kinda silly, humorous type of Aya/Ken.  The second will be a depressing, angsty one.  And the third… well, that will depend on how the second one ends. ^^

The first little bit will be in third person's POV.  The rest of the chapter, and most likely the rest of the fanfiction, will be in Ken's POV.  It's so fun to write in KenKen's POV!

Oh… and sorry if the characters are kinda OOC.

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With a start, Fujimiya Aya woke.

He stared up at the ceiling, his breath coming in short gasps.

Those dreams…  They were coming back. 

Why?!

Angrily, he hit the mattress in frustration.  They had plagued him right after the… accident… but they had been receding ever since he joined Weiss.

Until now.

It seemed they had been returning full force.

He groaned, burying his face in his hands.  Desperately, he tried to force the images of the flames burning around his house, his sister's stunned face, and then finally her limp body flying through the air.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he looked over at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table.  Two in the morning.

He stood, stretching his arms over his head.  Rubbing the fuzz away from his eyes, he pushed open the door and walked down the hallway, intent on getting a drink from the kitchen.

Grabbing a mug from the cupboard, he opened the fridge, and took out a carton of orange juice.  Dumping its contents into the mug, he tossed the empty carton into the trash can. 

He took a seat at the kitchen table, setting the mug down and resting his head in his arms. 

Nights were always the worse.  It was when those terrible memories plagued him once again when there were no distracting factors involved.

Damn…  Now he was getting a headache too.

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I blearily looked at the bedside alarm clock.  Damn… it was early.  I sat up, giving a long, exaggerated stretch. 

What to do…?  Try to go back to sleep counting soccer balls… or leave the comfort of my bed.

I blinked, hearing footsteps going past the door in the hallway.  Who would be up at this hour?!  Besides myself of course…

What if it was a burglar?!  Or a stalker?!  Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh~~!!!  Have to call the police!

I froze.

What the hell was I doing?!  I was a trained assassin!  I could take any burglar any day!

As soon as I woke up…

Five minutes later, I was (somewhat) awake and padding down the hallway.  Whoever the intruder was is going to die for making me get out of bed.

Walking through the doorway, I stopped, blinking.

Oh, it was Aya.

Ok, discard that killing the intruder thing.  Let me give you some advice…  Never even attempt to attack temperamental red-heads.  It's really not healthy for you.

So, here I was in the kitchen, all gung-ho for killing who the hell got out of bed.  And I find Aya.  Our fearless all-powerful leader.  Who currently looked like shit.

So I, like any sane person (who did not have a death wish… with the exception of those crazy fangirls… never know what they're thinking), I would leave Aya alone to do his brooding. 

But no.  Let it never be said that I was crazy.  I just happen to not be able to walk away from someone who was obviously not feeling very well.

Especially not Aya.

"Hey, Aya."  I stride over to him, sticking a casual smile on my face.  I peer down at him.  Can't see his face though… he's hiding it.

"Go away, Hidaka."

Wow.  He must be really out of it.  Three words is row!  I believe that's a new record!

So all in all, I was worried.

"What's wrong?"  I wince.  Okay, that sounded horribly sentimental.  Ah, I predict Aya will either grunt, 'hn', or completely ignore me.

I was wrong.  Here's the Fujimiya death-glare-of-doom.

Crap… That guy is scary.

"C'mon, tell me what's wrong!  Hey, you can't keep all your troubles inside; it's not good for you, you know?  I mean, you know that old expression thing 'bout a soda bottle that can only take so much pressure?  Well, you're just like that.  I mean, you know that whole thing with Aya-chan and stuff…  You know, you're gonna snap some day, and no offense, but I really don't want to clean a whole pile of Aya up off the floor if you know what I mean."  So I was ranting.  That's what I do when I get nervous.

'Course, being me I know just the worst thing say at the right time.

Aya growled.  He honest to goodness growled.

Let's just say I was in a lot of deep shit right now.

"Ah… I'll just go away quietly."  I backed away nervously.  Nope, I'm no scared of Aya.  Of course not.  Nope, not at all.

Alright, I was having the shit scared out of me.

I leave.

I let out a huge breath.  My nerves were rattled.  Talking to walking (and… sometimes… talking) icicle can do that to you.

I collapse on my bed.  Ever try to start a conversation with Aya?  It's an adventure.  Whoever's able to get more than ten words out of him (that's not about the mission of course) will get a hundred bucks from me.  I'm serious.

But I quickly sobered up.

Something was seriously bugging Aya.  How did I know?  Well, as I mentioned before, he said three words in a row.  Three!  To me!  The world is ending. 

I mean, hey, I heard him say more words than that… but never to me.  Hell, outside of a mission, I don't think he even knows I exist.

Nope, I'm not bitter.  Not at all.

I'm not fooling anyone, am I?

I admit it, I like Aya.  I really like Aya.

Don't go lecturing on me about not falling in love with ice princes… who have the ability to slice you into nice, itty-bitty little pieces with a pointy metal katana.

In other words, I'm an idiot.

I guess I'm getting off subject, aren't I?  So Aya was really down.  Why?  I have no clue.  No one ever knows what he's thinking.

Aya has got to be the most secretive person in the world.  We were his teammates, and anything we know about him we either found out by accident or someone else told us.

We didn't even know about Aya-chan until that whole incident with Takatori.  His real name's a total mystery to us all.

You know how much it hurts when the person you love most in the world doesn't trust you enough to even tell you his real name? 

I guess it's partially my fault too.  I mean, hey, the guy didn't ask me to fall in love with him.  It just… happened.  Don't ask me why, 'cause I sure as hell don't know.

Sure, Aya's hot and all (just look at the guy!  Crimson hair, pale skin, you get my point, right?), but he does seem to lack in social skills.  Not that I really blame him though, with his sister in a coma and all.  But still…  We're Weiss, his teammates, as in trust-each-other-with-your-life teammates.

And he won't even tell us his damn name.

You know what else really hurts?  I think those girls in the flower shop get more attention from Aya than I do.  Why?  Let's do a simple word count here.  If you're not buying anything, get out.  Seven words.  How many words did Aya speak to me today?  Three.

Sure, he might hate them, but did you ever fall in love so badly that you would rather the person hate you than not acknowledge your existence at all?

That's me, Ken the idiot.

Okay, back to the Aya-brooding subject. 

What the hell could be bothering him so badly that he'll get out of bed – at two in the morning?!  I myself, from personal experience, happen to know that the bed is one of the best places to brood.

So it must've been a nightmare then.

In case you don't get my logic here, beds=sleeping=nightmares.  And if I know the type to have bad nightmares, it would be Aya. 

So Aya was having nightmares.  Well, that's to be expected.  All of us here at Weiss have our share of nightmares.

But Omi, Youji, and I have learned to just deal with them.  Most of the time, they're flashbacks to the most terrible parts of our past.  We've learned to let go… because we know what happened to us in the past, and no matter how much we may want it to change, it can't.  Besides, it made us the people we are now, and I guess that if all those events didn't happen, we wouldn't have met each other.

But Aya can't let go.

That became clear to me with the Takatori incident.  Each day… he must be hurting more and more.

Do you know how much I want to be the one to make all that go away?  It hurts me to see him hurting so much.

But I can't, can I?

Step One in Plan Stop-Aya-from-brooding – Get him to actually notice me.

~*~

I yawned.  I glanced over the clock.  Six in the morning.  Well, it was a lot better than two in the morning. 

I would prefer to sleep until noon, but the schedule demanded I work the morning shift.  With Aya.

Oh yes, he was going to be mad at me.

I grabbed an old soccer jersey and some athletic shorts.  Changing into them, I pushed open the door, walked out into the hallway, and then down the stairs.

Let me tell you, I am not in a good mood in the mornings.  Especially when I have rabid fangirls hanging onto me.

I took the apron off the hook, and slipped it on, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes.  You know, out of the four of us, Aya's the only one who can think properly in the morning (well, Youji can too… when there are pretty girls around… but that's a completely different story). 

And there he is, setting up the roses.  Did I mention the roses are the exact shade as his hair?

By the way, he doesn't even acknowledge the fact that I have walked into the room. 

"'Morning, Aya," I say casually.  It's a routine thing; don't expect a reply.

And I expected pretty well.

I walk over to the tulips, bending over a particularly sorry looking one.  Crap, I think that's the one I spilled Pepsi on.

Well, interesting fact of the day.  Tulips do not like Pepsi.

Aya's gonna kill me.  I swear, he's almost as zealous about the flowers as he is about a mission.  Keyword: almost. 

I poke at it.  Doesn't look too good.  Anyone here a tulip doctor?

"Baka."  Aya reaches from behind me, picking the tulip up.

I blush.  Aya's arm brushed my arm.  Oh Kami, I can die happy.

And then he just walks away to but it in what I have dubbed to be the Flower Happy House/flowers-which-don't-stand-a-chance.

Okay, tulips really don't like Pepsi.

But forgive me for the idiotic smile on my face during the death of such a beautiful plant.  Aya touched me.  He actually touched me.  And he said one word to me (he was calling me an idiot, but hey, beggars can't be choosers).  One, before even noon.  I'm doing good today!

Hopefully, he even forgot about my idiotic motor-mouth the night before.

Grabbing a pair of shears, I set to work on clipping the dead leaves off of the other tulips.  Gotta make 'em look pretty. 

You know it takes a ridiculously long time to clip off all the leaves with a pair of scissors.  I tried using my bugnuks once.  Needless to say, Aya was not pleased.  Come to think of it, he said four words to me then.  They were something like "What-the-fuck" and then "Shi-nee" and then he went after me with his katana.

Hey, I got attention!  I was in major pain after, but it was attention nonetheless.

Oops, lost track of time here.  Time for the shop to open.

Oh no… Here they come…  The rabid fangirls!  Run for the hills!

"Oh, Ken-kun!"

"Aya-kun!"

"Aishiteru!"

Not to mention random glomps/leeching. 

These creatures known as fangirls are among the most non-understood creatures on the planet.  Why?  Scientists can't seem to figure out why they don't go running when Aya gives them his death-glare-of-doom. 

They seem to think it's sexy.

I have nothing against admitting that he does look pretty damn hot with that glare, but they really don't know what it can convey.  Like a slow, painful death by katana.

"Ken-kun!"  A wide-eyed highschool girl latched onto my arm.  "Will you go out on a date with me?  There's a really great restaurant downtown."

"Uh..."  Oh Kami, sure, they had screamed it out to us, but none of them have actually personally asked us out.  And they may be irritating and all, but… they mean well, I guess.  I really don't want to go out on a date with her, but I really can't be mean and just say no, right?

Shit, these girls are almost as scary as Aya.  Almost.

"No!  Ken-kun will go out with me!"

"No, me!"

"Ken-kun's mine!"

"Mine!"

"Get away from him!"

"Ken-kun!"

I'm scared.  I'm really, really scared. 

"If you're not going to buy anything, GET OUT!"

My savoir!  I feel like glomping Aya-sama right now.

I turn around.  Eep…  Oh, that's one evil deathglare.

I slowly turn back around.

They're gone.  They're actually gone.

Newsbreak!  Rabid fangirls have gained the slightest inkling of intelligence!

I must resist the urge to dance.  And sing.  And yell.

You get the picture.

Oh yes, must thank our all-powerful leader.  I turn, a huge grin on my face.  "Thanks… A… ya…"

He's gone.

Maybe it's better that way.  If he had stayed, that would be completely OOC, and I would've seriously started to doubt his sanity.

But it would feel good to for him to no ignore me for once.

~*~

I am determined to get Aya to loosen up.  Why?  Just look at the guy.  It's like he has stick up his ass all the time.  Jeez… There has got to be a limit to how much a human can be like a machine.

I guess Aya just defies everything.

Anyways, I think getting him to loosen up will have some benefits to both him and me.  KenKen's finally thinking for once!  I mean, just think of it this way – If Aya loosens up, not only will he be a much happier person, but the chances that he might actually acknowledge my presence for once will greatly increase.

Smart, huh?

Okay, so maybe not that logical.

But hey, it just might be crazy enough to work.

Though, alas, how to put my plan into action?  After all, it'll be next to impossible to Aya a.k.a. Mr. I'm-colder-than-a-camel-in-Antarctica to say anything that doesn't relate to missions or flowers (uh… is it just me or does that sound a bit weird?) let alone get him to do anything recreational.

C'mon, think Hidaka.

Aha!  What better way than to attract the ice prince to something than to say it was a mission (*sigh*  Now if only I was a mission)?

I smirk evilly.  Oh yes, I am a genius. 

And since I'm alone in the room, my ever-so-smart brain determines that it really wouldn't be too much to laugh maniacally.

And of course a certain someone decides to enter right then.

I get whacked on the head.  Hard.

And also nearly faint from delight.

Aya whacked me on the head.  Aya.

Forgive me if I squeal like a girl right now.

"Ken-kun?" Omi poked his head into the room, confusedly looking down at me, who was lying on the ground with a growing lump on my head.  Did I mention the idiotically huge smile on my face?

"Hi, Omi, nice weather isn't it?" I say every-so-intelligently.

"Are you feeling alright?" Omi's trying to take my temperature now.

"Yup, of course.  Did you know pig cans fly?" I answer earnestly.

Now, why would Omi be back away like that?

"Ken-kun… did you hit your head on something?"

"Nani?  Oh, Aya hit me.  Yup, he did."

Omi sighed, a hand on his forehead.  "Ken-kun…"

I look innocently up at him.  "Oooohhhhh… Omi look at the pretty stars…"

"I'm… going to get Youji…" Omi quickly hightails out of the room.

Hm… Omi's acting really weird today.  Maybe Youji hit him on the head or something.

"So you think something's wrong with Ken, chibi?"  Ah, Youji.  Maybe he can stop Omi from acting so weird.  Wait… what does he mean by something being wrong with me?  I feel perfectly fine, thank you very much.

Omi walked into the room, followed by Youji.  "Youji-kun…  Ken-kun's acting… weird…"

Youji bent down a looked closely at him.  "Aha!  It's a matter of the heart!"  He turned to Omi.  "You say he was hit by Aya, eh?  As the resident master of love matters, I would diagnose that our little KenKen has fallen hard for our resident block of ice."

No duh, Youji.

Wait.

Shit.

He knows?!

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A/N – What did you think?  Please R&R.