Difficult
By: Broken8
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! I thank you all. Thanks Wildfire2, Lyss, Santurion, Misura, raine, maia8, kikoutei-hiryuu, hidakayuushi, Anna-chan2, katana, Mikarin, maia8, Zeto, PaleBlue
Notes: -- small setting change ...thoughts
4. The First Evening From Hell
When Yuriko and Yohji arrived home, supper was done and Ken was clean. More or less, he was in the shower when they came into the kitchen.
"You mean to tell me your not in there with him?" Aya glared at the smirking playboy.
"He has to concenterate." He could joke too. Although Yohji didn't agree with him as he stared, amazed that the redhead had said that. Aya noticed that the blonde's mouth was slightly open.
"Don't stare Yohji, I'm taken." There he goes again. Making jokes, and stunning the resident slut.
Yuriko was sitting at the table watching the exchange. She was quite amused too.
"Supper is ready. I'll go tell Ken. Could the two of you set the table please? And watch for Omi, he should be home soon" Aya turned to leave but Yohji's words stopped him.
"You sure YOU should go tell him? I mean wouldn't that lead to... other activities? Ken being wet and naked and all." He didn't even bother to turn around or rebut, he just started walking towards the bathroom again. Let them think of it what they will.
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"Well this should definately be interesting." Ken growled at himself. I always seem to manage to screw everything up. I really wonder how anybody can put up with me.He kept reticuling himself. Putting himself down, calling himself an idiot. If anyone would have heard him they'd switfly set him straight. Aya especially. Maybe not the idiot part. Everyone agreed with him on that, but the rest of it was bull.
Why did I have to say 'Aya'? God! I mean it's Aya! Why couldn't I have said Yohji. At least he would be up to it more.Sighing he turned off the water and opened the shower door. Coincidentally it was right then that Aya opened the bathroom door.
Without think he opened the door. He didn't realize that the water wasn't running anymore. He didn't even knock. The second he opened the door he was faced with the best sight he'd seen in years. Ken, wet, and naked. He didn't react. He couldn't.
"AHH!!"
That sent him moving. Closing the door behind him he jumped forward and used the most effective way he knew to shut Ken up, again.
Surprises kept cornering him at every turn. First he opened the door to find Aya standing there. Then Aya lept at him and kissed him, again! Another surprise was the feeling the kiss sent through his body. Like a bolt of lightning, electrifying him.
Reluctantly breaking the contact he pulled away just enough to whisper into Ken's ear. Hopefully words that would justify his actions. "Baka." Ok, so he wasn't the best with words. Ken glared at him.
"You jump me and suddenly I'm the idiot?" He was shoved away forcefully. Ken was obviously mad. Not intensionaly his gaze drifted lower. His jaw almost dropped. That kiss had managed to turn Ken on, slightly. what did that mean? Did Ken want him? Or was it just a surprise and then natural feelings? The irrational part of his mind wanted to say that Ken did want him. The rational part of his mind though, the part of his mind that didn't want him to have any fun it seemed, said that it was probally the latter. Damn that side of his mind. Ruining all his fun.
"Staring isn't polite." Embaressed that he was caught staring, let alone staring where he was, he looked away quickly. Trying to avoid Ken's eyes he looked off to the side. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw that the brunette was in fact blushing insanely. Since the soccer player wasn't looking even in his direction he looked at the rosey face. He was simply addorable when he blushed. Adding to that, right now he was also naked and dripping wet.
A small smiled formed on the redhead's lips seeing as he still wasn't completely sane from his fortunate mishap.
The brunette turned to look at him shyly. Seeing the smile he blushed a deeper shade and frowned. "Wha... What?" he studdered as he turned his gaze away again.
Blushing a little as he realized how perverted he must seem at the moment. He wiped the stupid smile off his lips and turned away from the soccer player. Thankfully there was a towel on the counter. Picking it up he through it at his embaressed, and naked, teammate.
"Dry off then come down stairs. Supper's ready." He decided to himself to pretended that this never happened. The irrational, fun part of his brain though was pleasently pleased that it had in reality happened. That was another reason that part of his brain remained locked away as much as possible.
"Th... Thanks... Aya," the insanely red brunette studdered, wrapping the towel around his waist.
The redhead swiftly exited. He couldn't stand another minute in that room with that gorgeous man. Outside the door he had to stop and lean against the wall to compose himself. He wondered to himself, as he stood there steading his heartbeat, just how long he would last as Ken's pretend boyfriend. Not long at all.Damn that irratating part of his mind. How did it get out again?
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Supper hadn't been as bad as Ken had expected, but it had been pretty bad. A couple times they had fumbled to get facts in sync. Other times people asked them questions that either made Ken blush and stammer while he should be more mature, or burst out something he shouldn't have said. As bad as that sounds Yuriko never managed to clue in that they were lying to her, so it wasn't as bad as Ken had imagined.
Omi was once again stareing at Ken with a puzzled, curious look while the brunette was trying to ignore the blonde completely. Yuriko and Yohji were ingaged in a heated disgusion that no one else seemed to care about at all. Aya, at the moment, was trying really hard to not think about Ken eating a popsicle. It was really difficult. They weren't even eating popsicles and it wasn't like they had eaten any recently either. For some reason his mind had just drifted to Ken and popsicles.
Aya stood from the table and grabbed his and Ken's dishes. The sudden movement broke Omi's gaze and startled Ken. Yohji and Yuriko however, didn't seem to notice that anyone else was alive.
"Yohji washes the dishes tonight," the redhead blandly stated before going over to the sink and placing the two plates inside. Ken followed his leader's movements with his eyes until the stoic man left the kitchen and was out of sight. Omi, after the intial startlement, went back to staring at the brunette.
Without saying anything Ken got up and went after his fake boyfriend. Omi continued to stare at his friend until he was also out of sight.
"That's interesting..." the blonde teen mumbled to himself. He looked over at the other blonde then sighed as he started to smile his kidish grin. Yohji was being too much like himself to notice anything. Getting up he cleared his dishes from the table and went off to do his homework and wonder about everything that had gone on tonight.
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Ken followed his obviously distrot team-mate up stairs to "their" bedroom. He hesitated at the door before opening it. Aya probably wanted time to himself. He was curious to why the redhead had stormed out of the room though. Maybe he wasn't feeling good or he was really tired. Now the real question, should he leave Aya alone to be sick or sleep? Or should he go in there and help Aya feel better or say good night? Still undecided Ken pressed his ear to the door. He could definately hear something but he couldn't really tell what. There was some cursing and... a groan? He was sick! The brunette finally opted to leave his temporary boyfriend alone for the time being.
He troted back downstairs. At first he headed into the kitchen again but noticed Omi sitting at the table and quickly turned around and ran out of the room. He didn't know what was up with that kid at supper but was freaking him out. Hoping that the blonde teen hadn't seen him he went into the living room instead. Yohji and Yuriko were sitting on the couch chatting about whatever they were watching on TV. He left the room and shudder at the eeriness of the two of them getting along so well. It really was creepy. I wonder if they'll sleep together before she leaves.Again he shuddered. That was not right. Feeling that he'd had his fill of disgusting thoughts for the evening he went back upstairs to check on Aya.
Here he was, paused just outside their bedroom door again. This time he took in a deep breathe and knocked lightly on the wooden barricade. He heard Aya move around inside for a moment before the door opened to reveal a pissed looking redhead. Ken gulped.
"what do you want?" Aya asked, his voice freezing Ken to the spot.
"I...uh...I was just wondering...uh...how you were doing. You left after supper pretty quickly I thought you were sick so I'm just checking on you. Are you feeling okay?" Aya found it very interesting how Ken studdered the first sentence then sped up the rest saying it all very quickly.
"A-Aya?" The redhead snapped out of his amused state of semi-unconsiouseness.
"I'm fine Ken. And I think you should call me Ran." Ken just looked at him blankly. "My real name is Ran you know."
"I know that... now. But why should I call you that?" Ken tilted his head slightly, making himself look disgustingly cute.
"Because it's my name. And if you're my boyfriend you should call me by my real name." The brunette just kinda stood there for a minute, thinking... well gathering and trying to piece together what A- Ran had just said.
"That makes sence." Ran rolled his eyes and walked past the brunette heading back downstairs.
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Sucky but hey. I did the best my poor little brain could do. Oh my God. This is the short chapter to date I believe. I don't know if I'll ever finish this story. Wait, scratch that. I'll finish it if lots of people review. If I get a record amount of reviews for this chapter I'll write another three. There, deal?
Ran actually wasn't sick. He was... well, think about it and you might come up with what I was going for there. If you don't come up eith it on your own here's a hint, I can't think of a hint. Uh... give me a minute. Uhmmm... oh here's one, he would have really REALLY prefered if Ken was there to... help him.
A/N: Thanks to my reviewers! I thank you all. Thanks Wildfire2, Lyss, Santurion, Misura, raine, maia8, kikoutei-hiryuu, hidakayuushi, Anna-chan2, katana, Mikarin, maia8, Zeto, PaleBlue
Notes: -- small setting change ...thoughts
4. The First Evening From Hell
When Yuriko and Yohji arrived home, supper was done and Ken was clean. More or less, he was in the shower when they came into the kitchen.
"You mean to tell me your not in there with him?" Aya glared at the smirking playboy.
"He has to concenterate." He could joke too. Although Yohji didn't agree with him as he stared, amazed that the redhead had said that. Aya noticed that the blonde's mouth was slightly open.
"Don't stare Yohji, I'm taken." There he goes again. Making jokes, and stunning the resident slut.
Yuriko was sitting at the table watching the exchange. She was quite amused too.
"Supper is ready. I'll go tell Ken. Could the two of you set the table please? And watch for Omi, he should be home soon" Aya turned to leave but Yohji's words stopped him.
"You sure YOU should go tell him? I mean wouldn't that lead to... other activities? Ken being wet and naked and all." He didn't even bother to turn around or rebut, he just started walking towards the bathroom again. Let them think of it what they will.
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"Well this should definately be interesting." Ken growled at himself. I always seem to manage to screw everything up. I really wonder how anybody can put up with me.He kept reticuling himself. Putting himself down, calling himself an idiot. If anyone would have heard him they'd switfly set him straight. Aya especially. Maybe not the idiot part. Everyone agreed with him on that, but the rest of it was bull.
Why did I have to say 'Aya'? God! I mean it's Aya! Why couldn't I have said Yohji. At least he would be up to it more.Sighing he turned off the water and opened the shower door. Coincidentally it was right then that Aya opened the bathroom door.
Without think he opened the door. He didn't realize that the water wasn't running anymore. He didn't even knock. The second he opened the door he was faced with the best sight he'd seen in years. Ken, wet, and naked. He didn't react. He couldn't.
"AHH!!"
That sent him moving. Closing the door behind him he jumped forward and used the most effective way he knew to shut Ken up, again.
Surprises kept cornering him at every turn. First he opened the door to find Aya standing there. Then Aya lept at him and kissed him, again! Another surprise was the feeling the kiss sent through his body. Like a bolt of lightning, electrifying him.
Reluctantly breaking the contact he pulled away just enough to whisper into Ken's ear. Hopefully words that would justify his actions. "Baka." Ok, so he wasn't the best with words. Ken glared at him.
"You jump me and suddenly I'm the idiot?" He was shoved away forcefully. Ken was obviously mad. Not intensionaly his gaze drifted lower. His jaw almost dropped. That kiss had managed to turn Ken on, slightly. what did that mean? Did Ken want him? Or was it just a surprise and then natural feelings? The irrational part of his mind wanted to say that Ken did want him. The rational part of his mind though, the part of his mind that didn't want him to have any fun it seemed, said that it was probally the latter. Damn that side of his mind. Ruining all his fun.
"Staring isn't polite." Embaressed that he was caught staring, let alone staring where he was, he looked away quickly. Trying to avoid Ken's eyes he looked off to the side. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw that the brunette was in fact blushing insanely. Since the soccer player wasn't looking even in his direction he looked at the rosey face. He was simply addorable when he blushed. Adding to that, right now he was also naked and dripping wet.
A small smiled formed on the redhead's lips seeing as he still wasn't completely sane from his fortunate mishap.
The brunette turned to look at him shyly. Seeing the smile he blushed a deeper shade and frowned. "Wha... What?" he studdered as he turned his gaze away again.
Blushing a little as he realized how perverted he must seem at the moment. He wiped the stupid smile off his lips and turned away from the soccer player. Thankfully there was a towel on the counter. Picking it up he through it at his embaressed, and naked, teammate.
"Dry off then come down stairs. Supper's ready." He decided to himself to pretended that this never happened. The irrational, fun part of his brain though was pleasently pleased that it had in reality happened. That was another reason that part of his brain remained locked away as much as possible.
"Th... Thanks... Aya," the insanely red brunette studdered, wrapping the towel around his waist.
The redhead swiftly exited. He couldn't stand another minute in that room with that gorgeous man. Outside the door he had to stop and lean against the wall to compose himself. He wondered to himself, as he stood there steading his heartbeat, just how long he would last as Ken's pretend boyfriend. Not long at all.Damn that irratating part of his mind. How did it get out again?
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Supper hadn't been as bad as Ken had expected, but it had been pretty bad. A couple times they had fumbled to get facts in sync. Other times people asked them questions that either made Ken blush and stammer while he should be more mature, or burst out something he shouldn't have said. As bad as that sounds Yuriko never managed to clue in that they were lying to her, so it wasn't as bad as Ken had imagined.
Omi was once again stareing at Ken with a puzzled, curious look while the brunette was trying to ignore the blonde completely. Yuriko and Yohji were ingaged in a heated disgusion that no one else seemed to care about at all. Aya, at the moment, was trying really hard to not think about Ken eating a popsicle. It was really difficult. They weren't even eating popsicles and it wasn't like they had eaten any recently either. For some reason his mind had just drifted to Ken and popsicles.
Aya stood from the table and grabbed his and Ken's dishes. The sudden movement broke Omi's gaze and startled Ken. Yohji and Yuriko however, didn't seem to notice that anyone else was alive.
"Yohji washes the dishes tonight," the redhead blandly stated before going over to the sink and placing the two plates inside. Ken followed his leader's movements with his eyes until the stoic man left the kitchen and was out of sight. Omi, after the intial startlement, went back to staring at the brunette.
Without saying anything Ken got up and went after his fake boyfriend. Omi continued to stare at his friend until he was also out of sight.
"That's interesting..." the blonde teen mumbled to himself. He looked over at the other blonde then sighed as he started to smile his kidish grin. Yohji was being too much like himself to notice anything. Getting up he cleared his dishes from the table and went off to do his homework and wonder about everything that had gone on tonight.
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Ken followed his obviously distrot team-mate up stairs to "their" bedroom. He hesitated at the door before opening it. Aya probably wanted time to himself. He was curious to why the redhead had stormed out of the room though. Maybe he wasn't feeling good or he was really tired. Now the real question, should he leave Aya alone to be sick or sleep? Or should he go in there and help Aya feel better or say good night? Still undecided Ken pressed his ear to the door. He could definately hear something but he couldn't really tell what. There was some cursing and... a groan? He was sick! The brunette finally opted to leave his temporary boyfriend alone for the time being.
He troted back downstairs. At first he headed into the kitchen again but noticed Omi sitting at the table and quickly turned around and ran out of the room. He didn't know what was up with that kid at supper but was freaking him out. Hoping that the blonde teen hadn't seen him he went into the living room instead. Yohji and Yuriko were sitting on the couch chatting about whatever they were watching on TV. He left the room and shudder at the eeriness of the two of them getting along so well. It really was creepy. I wonder if they'll sleep together before she leaves.Again he shuddered. That was not right. Feeling that he'd had his fill of disgusting thoughts for the evening he went back upstairs to check on Aya.
Here he was, paused just outside their bedroom door again. This time he took in a deep breathe and knocked lightly on the wooden barricade. He heard Aya move around inside for a moment before the door opened to reveal a pissed looking redhead. Ken gulped.
"what do you want?" Aya asked, his voice freezing Ken to the spot.
"I...uh...I was just wondering...uh...how you were doing. You left after supper pretty quickly I thought you were sick so I'm just checking on you. Are you feeling okay?" Aya found it very interesting how Ken studdered the first sentence then sped up the rest saying it all very quickly.
"A-Aya?" The redhead snapped out of his amused state of semi-unconsiouseness.
"I'm fine Ken. And I think you should call me Ran." Ken just looked at him blankly. "My real name is Ran you know."
"I know that... now. But why should I call you that?" Ken tilted his head slightly, making himself look disgustingly cute.
"Because it's my name. And if you're my boyfriend you should call me by my real name." The brunette just kinda stood there for a minute, thinking... well gathering and trying to piece together what A- Ran had just said.
"That makes sence." Ran rolled his eyes and walked past the brunette heading back downstairs.
T B C
Sucky but hey. I did the best my poor little brain could do. Oh my God. This is the short chapter to date I believe. I don't know if I'll ever finish this story. Wait, scratch that. I'll finish it if lots of people review. If I get a record amount of reviews for this chapter I'll write another three. There, deal?
Ran actually wasn't sick. He was... well, think about it and you might come up with what I was going for there. If you don't come up eith it on your own here's a hint, I can't think of a hint. Uh... give me a minute. Uhmmm... oh here's one, he would have really REALLY prefered if Ken was there to... help him.