::Stillmatic::
Silly Me
"So honey, how was your concert last night?" Mrs. Inchijoji greeted her tousled son as he emerged fresh from the shower. The tall boy merely shook his head, tiny droplets of self-created rain slipping to the floor as he entered his room. When Ken returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, Mrs. Inchijoji had set out the breakfast and her mouth was set in a tight line. Mr. Inchijoji sat at the head of the table, reading a newspaper. He glanced up solemnly at his son.
"Well, answer the question. She's your mother," Mr. Inchijoji declared spitefully.
Ken blinked before turning to gaze back at his mother, who was now twisting a well-used yellow dishcloth in her soapy hands.
"It's alright dear," she said softly, but was cut off by the low growl of her husband.
"He has to learn manners sometime,"
"It's fine mama, I don't mind," Ken smiled gently, reassuring his mother, " I was just preoccupied, that's all,"
"Oh? What about?" his father asked, an eyebrow quirking up. The table sat in silence for a brief moment while Ken felt his breath catch. Last night.... Yamato had walked him up to the door and then kissed him. Yamato had kissed him. Yamato had...
"Well?" His father persisted, setting his fork down.
Ken shook his head and went back to staring at his eggs.
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The day had dawned bright and sunny, without any clouds visible in the sky. The city was bursting with life after the past days of darkened mist. Children ran in the streets, adults brushed past one another in the morning rush and teenagers scurried about. Sunlight seeped into the once dead world, and illuminated everything with a glow of animation. After another awkward breakfast, Ken left home and slowly made his way down to the nearby park. Although Ken rarely spent time in the park, he did enjoy escaping his parents. By the time he reached the park, the place was already starting to fill up with people. After finding a soccer game just about to start, Ken sat himself below a willow tree to watch.
After Ken had left Yamato at the door last night, Ken had run up the 12 flights of stairs only to stop at the last step and cry from pain and unrelated joy.
Ken POV:
Why did he have to kiss me? Life's already too complicated, and this just adds onto the bridge. Nothing's simple anymore. The worst part about this is I don't know what to do. I can't ignore it, but I can't take it... mmmm... He tasted good though, almost like strawberries coated in chocolate. I always thought he'd taste like th...stop it!
"Ken!!" the voice glanced off Ken's back to echo through the broad willow tree. Ken smirked and didn't even turn as he replied, " Daisuke,"
The tall 15 year old perched himself next to Ken, and looked to where his friend was looking. The red team had just taken a penalty shot, but the white goalkeeper had managed to save it. The crowds erupted from compulsory silence as waves and waves of good words and backslaps hit the teams. The two just sat there, taking in the sight and recalled those days of long gone.
"Reminds me of us after we won the final battle, ne?" Daisuke asked quietly, a thick smile seeping through his persed lips. Ken sat up and sighed. The final battle? Which one? So many seemed to have happened in his life, Ken lost touch with their inimitability. The final battle over losing Sam, the final battle of staying human, the final battle of staying a monster, the final battle of staying alone, the final battle over not submitting to his parents, and the final battle to let his past go had all been lost with nearly nothing left. Only the battle over Malo-Myostismon and his dying past had been won, both with the help of newfound friends.
"Hn," was all Ken found to reply.
That made Daisuke turn to look at his friend.
"You alright?" Daisuke demanded softly, his tanned elbow bumping against Ken's. Ken 's smile evaporated quickly and the boy turned his face. Silky strands of violet now hung as a curtain around his face, protecting him from the world, and Dai. When not given a reply, Daisuke gently grasped his friend's chin and swiveled his head around so their eyes met. Immediately Daisuke saw that Ken's barriers were flared up and his face was void of any emotion.
"Ken?" Daisuke persisted.
"It's nothing," Ken simply answered and forced a smile onto his devoid face. When he moved to pull away, Daisuke held him firmly.
"Bullshit, Ken. Tell me!" Daisuke responded firmly before letting him go.
"Well," Ken began coyly, "I ran into Yamato last night and... he... kissed me,"
When Ken had finished, Daisuke's face lightened up and a huge grin spread across his face. The air was soon filled with giggles.
"Ha! I knew it! So you guys are going out now?" Daisuke inquired happily.
"Erm... not quite,"
"Whaddya mean? What happened?" Daisuke's face had changed again, this time his emotions concerned.
"I don't know... I don't know if he even likes him," Ken sighed and leaned further against the tree.
"Oh he likes you, I can tell you that. That's how me and Tai got together. Tai, Matt and I had gone out for Tai's graduating party, and we got drunk. Matt let it slip that he really liked you, and I told Tai how I felt. I asked him later if he really did like you and he admitted it. I don't know why he waited so long to tell you though... erm, show it, but don't worry. He does care for you. Do you?" Daisuke assured his fragile looking friend, laughing at his comments.
" I gave up on loving so long ago, I don't think I can do it again," Ken answered sullenly, his hardened chin clenching into his neck. Daisuke stared silently at his friend for moments on end until Daisuke hugged Ken tightly around the waist, his face buried into Ken's back.
The worlds stopped beating around them as their hearts filtered back into one another, a gentle rhythm rocking them back and forth. The willow tree draped her limbs around the pair, the wind caressing their mixed skin.
"Give it a try. See where the hell it goes. And don't tell me you don't like him, because I know you do. We've already talked about it,"
Silence.
"You want to come out with me and Tai tonight? It might cheer you up?" Daisuke asked quietly, his hands slowly slipping away.
"Can't. I have meeting," Ken replied softly. Daisuke's eyebrows raised slightly and his forehead connected together in a miss-matched puzzle game.
"Why won't you tell me what this meeting is about, huh? Is it so secret you can't tell me?" his friend's pouted face flurried against his hair, which was currently whipping across his head.
"Just cause," Ken retorted lightly, brushing the topic off like a leaf off his back.
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"A boy named Yamato called while you were out. He said He'd see you tomorrow night. What's that mean, hmmm?" Mr. Inchijoji informed his son as he entered the apartment. Ken stopped momentarily to take his shoes off before facing his father.
"He just signed me onto his band. We have a practice tomorrow night," Ken explained smoothly, sitting down at the table across from his mother. Mr. Inchijoji followed him, but did not drop the subject.
"Is that all? How come we weren't informed?"
"I forgot. I'm sorry. That is all," The violet-eyed youth confessed slowly.
"Just remember, that kind of stuff is unacceptable in this household,"
Ken nodded numbly, and ate in silence.
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When Ken entered the Teenage Wolf's studio the next day, he entered just at the height of a fight over the name. Total silence reigned as Ken entered followed by a half uproar and welcome.
"Who the hell are you?!" Mirobani yelped in surprise.
" Your new guitarist. Inchijoji Ken's the name," Ken answered the boy smoothly, unpacking his guitar in the window seat next to Yamato.
" I told you about him," Yamato said.
After quick introductions and a short warm up, the group went over a few pieces for Ken, and showed him around the studio. The group was slowly but surely catching onto Ken's charisma, and by the end of the night were acting like old pals. Since Ken was new to these people, he had made an extra effort to connect with the band, an effort that was evident to Yamato.
//He really has changed....\\
Slowly, the band dispersed one by one, until only Ken and Yamato were left packing up. Yamato constantly eyed the other boy until the silence between them was killing him.
"Ken, about Friday night..." Yamato started, pausing in his actions to stare at his crush. Ken didn't look up from his guitar, but acknowledged Yamato.
"Was it okay?" He whispered gently.
" I... Yama..to... why? Why do you have to know?" Ken questioned softly, his voice barely audible.
"I like you, and I want to ask you something else too, " his voice was still soft as he moved in and seized Ken's waist in a gentle hug.
"Hmm?"
"Will you let me take you to dinner on Friday?"
With that said, Ken looked up straight into Yamato's eyes. Violet/Black met with Icy Blue and contracted brightly with one another.
//"Give it a try. See where the hell it goes. And don't tell me you don't like him, because I know you do. We've already talked about it,"\\
//So many things could go wrong. I like him, but... what if he finds out? What if he comes and be...// Ken's thoughts were interrupted when he leaned in further to Yamato's heat. The older man smelled of green tea and tiger lilies, and his face was clouded with mystery right now. Ken sighed contently, and snuggled up against the firm chest.
"...Ken?"
"Mm... and what will we eat?" Ken asked coyly.
" Noodles...and this," Yamato grinned wolfishly as he pulled his new boyfriend's chin up. He gazed softly into Ken's eyes before kissing him gently, his tongue gliding across the younger boy's lips. Ken slowly opened his sweet lips and let their tongues meet in battle.
//Somehow, This feels too good to be wrong.//
Silly Me
"So honey, how was your concert last night?" Mrs. Inchijoji greeted her tousled son as he emerged fresh from the shower. The tall boy merely shook his head, tiny droplets of self-created rain slipping to the floor as he entered his room. When Ken returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, Mrs. Inchijoji had set out the breakfast and her mouth was set in a tight line. Mr. Inchijoji sat at the head of the table, reading a newspaper. He glanced up solemnly at his son.
"Well, answer the question. She's your mother," Mr. Inchijoji declared spitefully.
Ken blinked before turning to gaze back at his mother, who was now twisting a well-used yellow dishcloth in her soapy hands.
"It's alright dear," she said softly, but was cut off by the low growl of her husband.
"He has to learn manners sometime,"
"It's fine mama, I don't mind," Ken smiled gently, reassuring his mother, " I was just preoccupied, that's all,"
"Oh? What about?" his father asked, an eyebrow quirking up. The table sat in silence for a brief moment while Ken felt his breath catch. Last night.... Yamato had walked him up to the door and then kissed him. Yamato had kissed him. Yamato had...
"Well?" His father persisted, setting his fork down.
Ken shook his head and went back to staring at his eggs.
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The day had dawned bright and sunny, without any clouds visible in the sky. The city was bursting with life after the past days of darkened mist. Children ran in the streets, adults brushed past one another in the morning rush and teenagers scurried about. Sunlight seeped into the once dead world, and illuminated everything with a glow of animation. After another awkward breakfast, Ken left home and slowly made his way down to the nearby park. Although Ken rarely spent time in the park, he did enjoy escaping his parents. By the time he reached the park, the place was already starting to fill up with people. After finding a soccer game just about to start, Ken sat himself below a willow tree to watch.
After Ken had left Yamato at the door last night, Ken had run up the 12 flights of stairs only to stop at the last step and cry from pain and unrelated joy.
Ken POV:
Why did he have to kiss me? Life's already too complicated, and this just adds onto the bridge. Nothing's simple anymore. The worst part about this is I don't know what to do. I can't ignore it, but I can't take it... mmmm... He tasted good though, almost like strawberries coated in chocolate. I always thought he'd taste like th...stop it!
"Ken!!" the voice glanced off Ken's back to echo through the broad willow tree. Ken smirked and didn't even turn as he replied, " Daisuke,"
The tall 15 year old perched himself next to Ken, and looked to where his friend was looking. The red team had just taken a penalty shot, but the white goalkeeper had managed to save it. The crowds erupted from compulsory silence as waves and waves of good words and backslaps hit the teams. The two just sat there, taking in the sight and recalled those days of long gone.
"Reminds me of us after we won the final battle, ne?" Daisuke asked quietly, a thick smile seeping through his persed lips. Ken sat up and sighed. The final battle? Which one? So many seemed to have happened in his life, Ken lost touch with their inimitability. The final battle over losing Sam, the final battle of staying human, the final battle of staying a monster, the final battle of staying alone, the final battle over not submitting to his parents, and the final battle to let his past go had all been lost with nearly nothing left. Only the battle over Malo-Myostismon and his dying past had been won, both with the help of newfound friends.
"Hn," was all Ken found to reply.
That made Daisuke turn to look at his friend.
"You alright?" Daisuke demanded softly, his tanned elbow bumping against Ken's. Ken 's smile evaporated quickly and the boy turned his face. Silky strands of violet now hung as a curtain around his face, protecting him from the world, and Dai. When not given a reply, Daisuke gently grasped his friend's chin and swiveled his head around so their eyes met. Immediately Daisuke saw that Ken's barriers were flared up and his face was void of any emotion.
"Ken?" Daisuke persisted.
"It's nothing," Ken simply answered and forced a smile onto his devoid face. When he moved to pull away, Daisuke held him firmly.
"Bullshit, Ken. Tell me!" Daisuke responded firmly before letting him go.
"Well," Ken began coyly, "I ran into Yamato last night and... he... kissed me,"
When Ken had finished, Daisuke's face lightened up and a huge grin spread across his face. The air was soon filled with giggles.
"Ha! I knew it! So you guys are going out now?" Daisuke inquired happily.
"Erm... not quite,"
"Whaddya mean? What happened?" Daisuke's face had changed again, this time his emotions concerned.
"I don't know... I don't know if he even likes him," Ken sighed and leaned further against the tree.
"Oh he likes you, I can tell you that. That's how me and Tai got together. Tai, Matt and I had gone out for Tai's graduating party, and we got drunk. Matt let it slip that he really liked you, and I told Tai how I felt. I asked him later if he really did like you and he admitted it. I don't know why he waited so long to tell you though... erm, show it, but don't worry. He does care for you. Do you?" Daisuke assured his fragile looking friend, laughing at his comments.
" I gave up on loving so long ago, I don't think I can do it again," Ken answered sullenly, his hardened chin clenching into his neck. Daisuke stared silently at his friend for moments on end until Daisuke hugged Ken tightly around the waist, his face buried into Ken's back.
The worlds stopped beating around them as their hearts filtered back into one another, a gentle rhythm rocking them back and forth. The willow tree draped her limbs around the pair, the wind caressing their mixed skin.
"Give it a try. See where the hell it goes. And don't tell me you don't like him, because I know you do. We've already talked about it,"
Silence.
"You want to come out with me and Tai tonight? It might cheer you up?" Daisuke asked quietly, his hands slowly slipping away.
"Can't. I have meeting," Ken replied softly. Daisuke's eyebrows raised slightly and his forehead connected together in a miss-matched puzzle game.
"Why won't you tell me what this meeting is about, huh? Is it so secret you can't tell me?" his friend's pouted face flurried against his hair, which was currently whipping across his head.
"Just cause," Ken retorted lightly, brushing the topic off like a leaf off his back.
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"A boy named Yamato called while you were out. He said He'd see you tomorrow night. What's that mean, hmmm?" Mr. Inchijoji informed his son as he entered the apartment. Ken stopped momentarily to take his shoes off before facing his father.
"He just signed me onto his band. We have a practice tomorrow night," Ken explained smoothly, sitting down at the table across from his mother. Mr. Inchijoji followed him, but did not drop the subject.
"Is that all? How come we weren't informed?"
"I forgot. I'm sorry. That is all," The violet-eyed youth confessed slowly.
"Just remember, that kind of stuff is unacceptable in this household,"
Ken nodded numbly, and ate in silence.
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When Ken entered the Teenage Wolf's studio the next day, he entered just at the height of a fight over the name. Total silence reigned as Ken entered followed by a half uproar and welcome.
"Who the hell are you?!" Mirobani yelped in surprise.
" Your new guitarist. Inchijoji Ken's the name," Ken answered the boy smoothly, unpacking his guitar in the window seat next to Yamato.
" I told you about him," Yamato said.
After quick introductions and a short warm up, the group went over a few pieces for Ken, and showed him around the studio. The group was slowly but surely catching onto Ken's charisma, and by the end of the night were acting like old pals. Since Ken was new to these people, he had made an extra effort to connect with the band, an effort that was evident to Yamato.
//He really has changed....\\
Slowly, the band dispersed one by one, until only Ken and Yamato were left packing up. Yamato constantly eyed the other boy until the silence between them was killing him.
"Ken, about Friday night..." Yamato started, pausing in his actions to stare at his crush. Ken didn't look up from his guitar, but acknowledged Yamato.
"Was it okay?" He whispered gently.
" I... Yama..to... why? Why do you have to know?" Ken questioned softly, his voice barely audible.
"I like you, and I want to ask you something else too, " his voice was still soft as he moved in and seized Ken's waist in a gentle hug.
"Hmm?"
"Will you let me take you to dinner on Friday?"
With that said, Ken looked up straight into Yamato's eyes. Violet/Black met with Icy Blue and contracted brightly with one another.
//"Give it a try. See where the hell it goes. And don't tell me you don't like him, because I know you do. We've already talked about it,"\\
//So many things could go wrong. I like him, but... what if he finds out? What if he comes and be...// Ken's thoughts were interrupted when he leaned in further to Yamato's heat. The older man smelled of green tea and tiger lilies, and his face was clouded with mystery right now. Ken sighed contently, and snuggled up against the firm chest.
"...Ken?"
"Mm... and what will we eat?" Ken asked coyly.
" Noodles...and this," Yamato grinned wolfishly as he pulled his new boyfriend's chin up. He gazed softly into Ken's eyes before kissing him gently, his tongue gliding across the younger boy's lips. Ken slowly opened his sweet lips and let their tongues meet in battle.
//Somehow, This feels too good to be wrong.//