Fifteen!

Title: Something Sort of Similar to Something
Prompt: Emoticon
Medium: fic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Language.
Summary: If looks could kill, Anderson would've exploded and killed at least ninety other people in the process. Pre-Bound for Glory, post Mr. Anderson's face turn. Mr. Anderson (Ken)/The Pope D'Angelo Dinero (Elijah Burke). With Jay Lethal cameo.

He always seemed to catch Elijah when he least wanted to see him.

Elijah and Jay were talking about their matches, goofing around when they first heard him come in. "Wait, all black people really do hang out together? Where's OJ? Let's make this a real party!" Elijah gritted his teeth as Jay chuckled, standing up and holding out his hand for their new guest to shake. He knew that voice anywhere.

And sure enough, it was Ken who lightly grasped onto Jay's fingers, looking like he couldn't be bothered with Jay, barely shaking his hand. Jay was obviously confused by this, but then Anderson laughed and gave him a proper handshake. "You should see your face sometime, Lethal. Priceless."

Jay just smiled, deciding that if he dug further, it would just get weirder. "Well, I was actually gonna go pick up some food now… see you later, Elijah."

"No," Elijah mouthed, shaking his head. There was no way he was staying alone with Anderson. In response, Jay just nodded to the door, suggesting that Elijah leave with him. He didn't need telling twice, standing up without acknowledging Anderson, following Jay towards the door.

"Oh, come on Elijah." He felt Anderson's hand on his arm, and his immediate thought was to hit him so hard that Anderson would let go. "Let's talk a bit, eh?"

"Not in the mood."

"You were pretty chatty with Lethal…" he looked over Elijah, thinking about his 'changing moods'. "PMS messin' with you, buddy?"

"Fuck off."

"Oh, come on, Elijah. I'm just fucking with ya; you know how it is. I joke, you joke… we joke! It's our personal foreplay."

"You and me don't have foreplay, Anderson. We don't have anything." Elijah explained quickly, "I'm not fooled by this little 'I'm a sweet asshole' routine you play for everyone else. I don't trust you."

"You don't have to trust me. I just want you to like me."

Elijah couldn't help but laugh; Anderson just didn't get it. "How am I supposed to like someone I don't trust?" He knew he was probably playing into his game, but in his mind, if he could get Anderson to understand, maybe then he'd get some damned peace from him.

Anderson held his hands out, as if he didn't want to touch himself. "Don't leave me alone with your money. Keep your eye on me. Whatever you need to do. But… have fun with me."

"Come on now. You can have fun with whomever you please. You don't need to bug me."

"But you are the whomever I please," Anderson replied.

Elijah sighed in exasperation; this was really the last thing he needed after a long day of work. "What the hell do you want, then? Why do you keep sniffin' around me? Huh?"

Anderson smiled; this was an invitation to do what he wanted, in his mind. And without hesitation, he said, "I want to asterisk you."

Elijah stared at him, obviously confused. "What the hell are you talkin' about?"

"You know, asterisk? Those little star thingies?" Elijah still stared at him, unsure what little stars on telephone buttons meant verbally. "Oh, come on. You have to know what I mean." When he showed no sign of recognition to the word, Anderson reached out, digging into Elijah's pocket.

"Hey!" Elijah reached for his hand, to pull it out of his pocket, but Anderson pulled it out first. In his hand, there was the Sharpie Elijah carried to sign autographs.

"Knew you carried one of these. Lucky I got the right pocket." He grinned over at Anderson. "Imagine if you put it in the other pocket?" He laid his hand out and began to draw on it, picking his hand up whenever Elijah tried to get a peek at it.

"What're you doin'?" He asked.

"Patience, patience." Then, without warning, Ken threw the marker back at Elijah. He caught it as best as he could, bringing the marker to his chest to keep it from falling to the floor. He turned his hand, showing him a crudely drawn face, with two dots for eyes, a dash as a nose, and an asterisk where the mouth would be. "See?"

Suddenly, Anderson brought his hand to Elijah's face in a light slap. He pushed the asterisk into his cheek, letting the face 'kiss' him. "Maybe next time it'll be the real thing," Anderson said, pulling his hand away.

"Are you crazy?" Elijah shouted, rubbing his cheek.

"Just a bit," Anderson said, holding up his hand, holding his fingers barely apart from each other. "It's part of my charm."

And he did the only thing he could do: he laughed. Loudly. He didn't know what else he could do. It was just far too ridiculous. He wasn't sure how he felt about Anderson, but he had to admit, it was kind of entertaining, being around him.