Title: Legality
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Summary: As far as Ken is concerned, those shorts should be considered illegal.
Word Count: 539
Author's Note: I'm pretty sure Ken-kun has a pervy side. Especially if he's friends with Daisuke.
Miyako-san had long legs. That was a given, as she shot up even more during puberty, enough to rival Sora-san without even playing a single round of soccer.
But they seemed impossibly long to Ken.
He stifled a whimper as she reached into a high cupboard to get a canister of lemonade powder. A heatwave had decided to strike Odaiba. It was the kind of weather that made the cornerstore lady have a greedy smile as she hiked up the soda and ice cream prices. It was the kind of weather that zapped dragonflies dead in midair. And subsequently, it was the kind of weather that made Miyako-san strip to practically nothing.
At least, that was what Ken thought.
He wasn't a prudish sort of guy. Or particularly naïve (that's what you got when Daisuke was your best friend and got swimsuit magazines from Taichi). However… seeing Miyako-san like that. He bit into his lip.
Normally he wasn't like this. Then again, normally Miyako-san didn't wear shorts that short! He scolded himself for looking and wondered why he hadn't experienced this the last time the Chosen Children decided to go swimming.
Ah yes, that was when they were all in elementary school.
Miyako hadn't looked like temptation itself (or even more stunning than that particular model on page 25 who just happened to have vaguely lilac colored hair and brown eyes…) back when she was a gangly little girl (okay, not so little, because she was taller than him for at least two years until he got his own growth spurt) even in a bikini. Miyako didn't look like she had miles and miles of shapely leg going up and up and up to a rather nicely shaped- Bad Ken! Bad Ken!
He tried to look away as Miyako innocently turned around to face him. "Ne, Ken-kun, do you want anything to eat?" she called.
Fortunately her top wasn't as provocative. At least she wasn't wearing a camisole instead of her faded red t-shirt, a silky, lacy camisole with a ribbon rose- Argh!
"A-a-ah- What is there?"
"Well… let's see…" She turned to look into the refrigerator, bending over slightly. This time, Ken did whimper. "We have melons. Ooh! Iced buns too!"
Ken wanted to sink into the ground and die.
She turned around. "Actually, how about cherries?" She had the ceramic bowl in her hand. "They're fresh!" She plucked one and popped it in her mouth.
Ken watched the ruby red fruit vanish between Miyako's ruby red lips in blank fascination. She blinked at him, before turning to spit out the stone. That gave him a chance to recover from that, and the short t-shirt, and those damnable, damnable shorts.
"Oh dear."
He looked up. Miyako-san was frowning. She had dropped some cherries on the floor. Sighing, she reached for them, bending over right in front of Ken's eyes. She had sunflowers embroidered on those shorts, he thought faintly. Of all things. Oh yes, and they're denim shorts. Nicely tailored shorts.
Ken wasn't too sure on public indecency laws in Japan, but he thought for the sake of men's sanity, shorts like that had to be abolished. For the sake of the blood quietly dripping from his nose.