AUTHOR : sara-chan

PAIRING : Ran/Ken

DISCLAIMERS: Weiss kreuz belongs to Takehito Koyasu. Ran and Kenken aren't mine. * cry *

WARNINGS: shonen ai, sap, fluff

A/N: It's a short chapter, but it's a part of a series talking about the growing relationship between Ran and Ken. A get together fic. Thanks to Idimmu, my beta-reader! Oh yeah! Thanks to all the kind reviewers who let me their reviews for my first fic French Lessons. If you haven't read it yet, please do it. And now, on to the fic!!!!  

IT'S LOVE

Chapter 2: A NOT SO NICE DAY

Ken followed the street leading to the Koneko with a cheerful smile. He felt great, the sun was shining brightly in the sky. He had just finished playing with the kids. He was a bit exhausted, but he didn't mind. Playing soccer was something he wouldn't be tired of. Ever. Then, he had stopped at some shop to buy a sandwich with salad, tomato and jam. Yum! Yes, it was a good day. If only it could last until the end of the day.  

Whoever said you shouldn't wish something too much because you would be surely not heard was right. At this moment, Ken didn't care who said it, because he was much more focused on his tee-shirt. His white, *very* white tee-shirt with the logo of his favourite soccer team on it. His tee-shirt wasn't anymore white, but grey and wet. Thanks to a red car.

Shocked chocolate eyes stared at the leaving car. Then as if he finally recovered the ability to speak, the brown-haired teen raised his fist in the air and screamed at the top of his lungs. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! Come back here, you jerk!!! Look at what you did!!!"

Ignoring the Looks he received from the people walking around him, the soccer boy muttered to himself some incomprehensible words while staring with big puppy eyes at his wet clothe. His tee-shirt was as good as garbage now. Oooh man! He had been so proud of it! He had bought it when he had gone to the soccer match between Brazil and France. With a scowling face, he continued his path, no longer thanking God for this 'lucky' day.

As he was turning to his left so that he could take the next street, he suddenly felt eyes on him. Eyes that were looking at him with dark intentions. Not very sure who was after him, Ken cut his path and took another alley. When he arrived at its end, he quickly turned around and switched on his battle mode.

"Show yourself! I know you're here!"

A chuckle echoed in the silence. A very familiar chuckle.

Green amused eyes returned his icy mocha eyes.

"How clever you are, Siberian. I thought I was the telepath here," Schuldich said with a smirk. "So, what is the kitten doing today?" He then saw the wet shirt and grinned even more. "Something exciting happened?"

Ken glared as hard as he could. "Oh shut up and fight!" he hissed. He was going to enjoy punching his fist in the German's jaw. You won't laugh anymore, redhead psycho.

An amused red brow was raised. "Redhead psycho? Ma ma… the kitty is in a bad mood."

Ten minutes later…

A beaten, hurt and bruised Siberian emerged from the dark alley with very slow steps. A burning glare was sent in the direction the redhead took after he left the soccer teen on the ground. A man who had unfortunately been in the path of his glare jumped at the murderous look and ran as quickly as he could from the disturbing and scary young man.  

Ken was trying to stay calm, but it was *very* hard when all he could hear was the damn chuckle from a particular German man.

Damn him! When I see him again, I'm gonna shut this mouth of his!

/With your mouth? I didn't know you swung that way, Siberian./

Gaaaaah!!! Leave me alone!

Ken heard one last chuckle then nothing more. He was finally alone. Thanks God! This day was sooooo going to be his worst. If he wasn't dead by this evening, he would be surprised. The door of the Koneko shop hadn't been so appealing to him now than before. He'd have cried with happiness if he wasn't so godamn hurt. Ken had already planned the end of his day. He was going to stay locked in his room until tomorrow. He would not try to push his chance much more.

The brunette opened the door, making the bells rang happily at his entry. The shop was empty. Customers had already left at the closing of the shop an hour ago.

"Oï Kenken! You're late. What have you…" Yohji fell silent at the sight of the soccer teen. Shock was playing all over the older man while he stared at the wet and dirty shirt, the bruised face and the messy hair. "What…."

Ken sent him a glare. "Don't you dare say a word." Or you'll be very sorry. The threat was left unsaid, but it was there. The brunette slowly walked toward the stairs, brows furrowed more and more by each step.

"Yohji-kun, is Ken back?" Omi asked while entering the front room. The younger boy saw the wide eyed man staring at the stairs. "Huh… Yohji-kun?"

"Chibi, I think it'll be a wise idea not to disturb Kenken. Our soccer boy is in a very bad mood."

Omi blinked, but nodded nonetheless.

***

Ken muttered darkly while he *tried* to open his door. One of his fingers was bruised when he had beat Schuldich's face earlier. But it was worth it when Ken had seen the purple cut on the German's cheek.

"You aren't going to open it that way, you know," a deep cold voice said behind him.

"GAAAAAAAH!!!"

Aya raised a brow at Ken's scream, then grabbed the brunette's key and opened the door for him. "What happened to you?"

Breathing softly, Ken tried to slow his heart's pulse. Jesus! He was going to die today. He was sure of it. Closing the door behind him since Aya seemed to want to stay here, Ken walked toward the couch and collapsed on it with a loud sigh. Thank God, he was finally at home.

"Ken, answer me."

The brunette groaned at the flat voice. When he wanted Aya to talk the redhead was silent, but now that Ken wanted some quiet time, the older man had to start a conversation. Another groan from Siberian. Life was unfair.

"I met Schuldich on my way to the shop. I let you guess what happen between us."

Head buried in the couch, Ken didn't see the sudden glare that appeared in the redhead eyes.

As he was slowly going to sleep, Ken felt warm hands lifting him from the couch and a strong chest against his own. Chocolate eyes opened wide when he saw that AYA was holding him and putting him to bed.

I must have a concussion. There's no way Aya would hold me and be nice like that.

"Hold still. I'm going to clean your wounds," the older man said, and went to the bathroom to get a first-aid kit. 

Ken lay silently on his bed, eyes wide open. He couldn't believe what was happening. He could count how many times Aya had been nice with him on one hand. A sigh escaped his lips. It felt good. Aya's hands were soft and warm against his cheeks. This day wasn't so bad after all. He didn't feel hurt anymore. In fact, he felt sleepy. He was going to shut his eyes just a bit. For a minute, then he would tell Aya he was alright.

Just one minute.

One…

***

Aya put the first-aid kit on the table near the bed, and looked at the brunette sleeping peacefully in front of him.

Baka.

It was only Ken who could get into trouble, even if he wasn't looking for it. Talking about trouble, he was going to kill that German the next time he found him. That'd teach him to not hurt the brunette again.

The redhead stood up, giving one last glance at the sleeping teen. A sudden urge to run his fingers against one smooth pinkish cheek briefly went through Aya's mind. Maybe he'd hear Ken purr like the other day. A grin appeared on his face at this thought, and he did it. Ken didn't wake up, but Aya saw a smile appear on his lips.

"Sleep well, Ken."

Aya silently closed the door behind him, and went to his room with a warm feeling in his heart.

It was a nice day.

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