This part is for everyone who told me they didn't want it to end at part 4…and now see what happens…it extends to part 6. And I promise that it will end in part 6…really. looks at disbelieving faces> Really really!
Actually I was going to restrict it to part 5 however long it would go but neechan (aha! Another one to blame! Sic em! Sic em!) said it'd be better off cut and extended to part 6. Gomen to everyone who's frustrated by this.
On the other hand, thank you again to all the lovely people who commented. huggles u guys> You guys are great! I hope you never tire on commenting….
The Gift
(A Christmas Surprise for Aya)
Part 5
"Er, surprise?"
Aya's katana dropped to the ground. Surprise was right. Aya couldn't believe his eyes. Ken was inside the goddamn box, inside his room. He blushed.
/Baka Ken! Is that all you can say?/
Ken cursed himself for such a stupid reply to Aya's surprise. He was still a little confused at what had happened…he really didn't expect Aya to open the box.
/Get over it, Ken and do your job./
Without further adieu, Ken jumped up out of the box with the presents in his arms. It would have been a perfectly exuberant jump if not for the fact that numb arms and legs refused to cooperate.
"Merry…aaaah!"
Ken closed his eyes in pain as muscles protested the sudden movement and blood rushed back into numb limbs. He fell face forward.
Ken hoped against hope that he would at least fall on something softer than the cold wooden floor of Aya's room.
/And please, if there is a God, not the nose. Please don't let my sensitive nose hit the hard floor./
It seemed that Ken's prayers had been heard because Ken didn't feel anything. He had landed on something softer than the floor.
/And warm too./
He breathed a sigh of relief and opened his brown eyes…to peer into violet ones that were opened wide in startlement.
/Oh my God! I fell on Aya!/
Sure enough, lying beneath him was the redhead leader of Weiß. Aya's body was so close to his own that he could feel the heat Aya's body radiated. And Ken's nose was nestling on Aya's cheek. He could feel the velvety smoothness of Aya's skin and he suddenly felt the urge to kiss it.
Ken blushed and lowered his eyes, trying to rise off of his teammate before worse unwholesome thoughts entered his head. But he had forgotten about his uncooperative muscles as they screamed in protest yet again, causing him to collapse.
/Oh the horror! Aya probably thinks I'm the klutziest person in the world./
"Gomen, Aya. B…but I can't stand up. My…my legs…"
Because he was embarrassed, Ken tried to hide himself and as if by remote control, he instinctively sought out the crook of Aya's neck and hid his face there.
Aya drew in his breath as he felt Ken's breath on his sensitive neck. If he had his way, they would stay like this forever. Well, maybe not exactly like this. He blushed. Having Ken this close to him made him think of things he wanted to do to the sweet boy.
/Aya no baka! Help him, idiot!/
Without a word, Aya gently rose from the floor, one arm on Ken's back holding Ken tightly to him, and the other just below Ken's legs to support him. The close contact with Ken didn't help his rioting thoughts one bit.
Aya started to walk towards the bed.
/Think impersonal thoughts, Fujimiya./
/Think impersonal thoughts, Ken./
Ken's face was still buried at the crook of Aya's neck as he felt Aya lift him off of the floor and walk towards the bed. He still didn't want to face Aya yet because he just knew he was blushing to the roots of his hair.
/Its so warm and comfortable here in Aya's arms./
/This feels so right, having Ken in my arms./
It was a short walk to Aya's bed and soon Ken was deposited on top of the coverlet. Ken felt regret at being torn away from his comfortable position but soon forget about it when his throbbing limbs reminded him yet again of the abuse he subjected them too.
He winced.
And Aya noticed.
In utter silence, Aya went on his knees in front of Ken and started rubbing his legs. A fact that made Ken's eyes widen in startlement.
"Aya…what…what are you doing?"
Luminous purple eyes looked up at him. Seconds dragged into minutes as Ken and Aya were unable to look away from each other.
Squawk!
::"Omi, let me hear what they're doing!" ::
::"Oh shit! Youji-kun!" ::
Ken rolled his eyes in disgust. He had forgotten that the communicator was still open. He blushed as he looked once again at Aya but the redhead was staring into space. The moment had been broken.
/Broken by a very nosy playboy and a smart-aleck kid…/
::"Uh…Ken-kun! Aya-kun! Gomen for interrupting." A very embarrassed-sounding Omi came on the communicator. "Its just that Youji-kun," ::
Whack!
::"Hey, that hurt, Omi." ::
::"Well, Youji-kun was grabbing my communicator. You weren't doing anything were you?" ::
Whack!
::"Ow, Youji-kuun!!" ::
::"Baka kid! You're curious too!" ::
::"Stop it Youji-kun! Uh, so, uh, I just wanted to tell you guys to go on doing whatever you're doing. That's all. Omi out." ::
Ken blushed.
/Now I know why they wanted me to be in the box./
Ken might be a little dense but he wasn't that dense. It was very apparent to him now just why the two had insisted that he be in the box.
/Claustrophobic my foot! That Omi did it to me again!/
One of these days Ken knew he should really stop and think instead of responding automatically to Omi's unfair use of his bishonen looks. But that was a thought best reserved for a more appropriate time than this.
/Am I so transparent that even Youji and Omi knew how I felt before I even did?/
Oh no! A dreadful though just occurred to Ken. If Youji and Omi knew, there was a distinct possibility that…no, it didn't bear thinking about. Ken thought as he blushed. He would die a thousand deaths if Aya even suspected.
/Damn those two! Whoever asked them to play cupid!/
***
Aya's brows drew together in a frown.
/I am going to kill Youji!/
After the exchange he had witness between Omi and Youji, he knew that having Ken in the box in his room was no accident. Youji had told Omi what he felt for Ken. And they had come up with a cockamamie plan to bring them together.
/Did Ken know?/
Aya looked at the blushing boy on his bed and came to the conclusion that he didn't.
/What are you griping about Fujimiya? Didn't you just wish that he'd be in the box?/
Yes he did. But to have it become a reality was too much for Aya to absorb. He looked again at Ken who looked so very alluring in the tight red velvet top and black jeans, not the soccer player's usual choice of clothes.
/Youji's doing, I'm sure./
Even the silly bow bobbing drunkenly on Ken's right shoulder whenever he fidgeted looked right in place. Ken looked endearingly charming.
Aya quirked an eyebrow in wonder. He could see right through his other teammates' plan. They were wishing that something would happen.
/Well it doesn't work out that way, Omi, Youji. This would only work out if both of us were in love with each other. And as far as this is concerned, its one-sided./
He shook his head sadly. He could have wished otherwise but he knew it wouldn't happen. How could Ken ever fall in love with someone like him? He was the absolute antithesis of what Ken was. Ken was sunshine and laughter, smiles and summer days while he, he was night and death glares, frowns and winter.
That didn't help his mood at all. As was the fact that a very delicious looking Ken was on his bed. So very near that he could touch him and yet so unattainable.
And it was hurting him to have him here.
He was about to tell Ken to go back to his room when…
SQUAWK!
::"Wai, Aya-kun! I forgot! Seeing that you already opened the big gift, why don't you open the real gifts too ne? And you can tell us through Ken-kun's communicator what you think of them."::
Omi's voice was fairly bouncing in excitement. Aya wanted Ken out of his room before he did something he'd regret later on but he didn't have the heart to refuse Omi. He sighed.
"Alright Omi."
::"Yokatta!" ::
Aya looked around for the gifts.
"They're near the box. I'll get them."
Ken said hesitantly as he stood up quickly. The pain had receded from his limbs and he was able to move around without pain.
"No, I'll do it." Aya told him, going to the gifts the same time Ken did.
Both got to the box at the same time and both reached out for the same gift. Their hands touched. And they both quickly pulled back. Each blushing at the contact.
/Get ahold of yourself, Fujimiya! Its just a mere brush, nothing more!/
/What are you thinking of, Ken! Stop blushing or he'll think you're weird!/
SQUAWK!
::"So have you opened the first one, Aya-kun?" ::
Whack!
::"Stupid! Of course he hasn't! You're too excited Omi." ::
Whack!
::"Hidoii Youji-kun!" ::
Ken shook his head. He couldn't believe the two of them!
::"Open mine first Aya-kun!" ::
"Alright Omi."
Aya and Ken sat on the floor near the box as Aya carefully unwrapped Omi's present. Ken was watching him, under the pretense of looking curiously at Omi's gift, although he knew that it was another sweater.
Inside he was berating himself. He had failed in making Aya laugh. Hell, Aya didn't so much as crack a smile.
/And why should he when I fell on him./
Typical behavior from me. Ken thought wryly. And he thought that the worst thing that could happen was him falling on his gift sword for Aya.
Hah! He would have preferred falling on the sword instead. Then he wouldn't be this miserable at failing.
"Omi."
Ken's distracted thoughts were brought back to the present as Aya spoke up. Ken looked up to see Aya holding up a deep green sweater.
"It's a wonderful sweater. Thank you."
Ken couldn't help but smile. He often wondered in amusement just how many sweaters Aya now had, seeing that everyone seemed to have this predilection to give him sweaters for any occasion.
Ken also wanted to know who gave Aya the godawful orange sweater he wore. Youji, Omi and he had agreed that it was horrible. And if they ever found out just who gave Aya the orange sweater, he or she had better not come within miles of them. Or face certain death.
Orange definitely didn't suit a redhead. Or pink either. Thank god no one had ever given Aya a pink sweater.
SQUAWK!
::"You're welcome Aya-kun!" ::
It was amazing how voices can convey emotion. Omi's voice fairly preened in delight.
::"You really like it?" ::
::"Oi, Omi! Stop monopolizing the praises. Open mine next Aya." ::
Whack!
::"Hidoii Youji-kun!" ::
Aya got Youji's gift next and Ken remembered what Youji's gift to Aya was. Handcuffs…he was still confused why Youji would give Aya handcuffs. It sure wasn't going to do Aya much good on missions since they generally went in to kill, not capture.
Innocent as Ken was, Aya wasn't. And as soon as he opened the gift to reveal the handcuffs *and* the book on eroticism, he blushed.
/Youji!/
He wanted to strangle Youji. This was blatantly shouting what Youji wanted him to do. And he doubt if Ken would appreciate the innuendo. Aya felt like he was sinking in a puddle of embarrassment.
SQUAWK!
::"Hey, Aya! So do you like my gift?" ::
Before Aya could answer Ken beat him to it.
"Anou…Youji. What would Aya do with a pair of handcuffs? He isn't a fucking policeman you know."
Aya's eyes snapped wide in startlement. Ken didn't know? Aya didn't realize just how innocent the younger boy was.
/Endearingly innocent./ Aya thought as he looked at the perplexed Ken. /My Ken./
::"Youji-kuuunn! You didn't? You told me you wouldn't." ::
Whack!
::"Now Omi!" ::
::"Baka!" ::
Whack!
::"Hey, I gave him the book too you know." ::
::"Somehow I don't think it's the sort of book I'd think appropriate." :: Omi muttered darkly to Youji.
"Er, Omi?" Ken asked. The puzzled expression hadn't left his face. Did everyone except him know why Youji gave Aya handcuffs…
::"Yes, Ken-kun?" ::
"Why handcuffs?"
::"Er, Never mind, Ken-kun!" :: The embarrassment in Omi's voice was overlayed by Youji's naughty snicker.
::"Wai! Aya-kun! Open Ken-kun's gift next!" ::
Ken narrowed his eyes. If he didn't know better he would think that Omi was distracting him from asking what the handcuffs were for.
And it was working. His heart started to beat a little faster as Aya reached in for his gift. His clumsily wrapped gift. He blushed.
/What if he doesn't like it? Maybe I should have gotten him something safe. Like another sweater./
Ken held his breath as Aya unwrapped his present…
TBC
^o^v Is it just me or did this part turn out as a whack fest between Omi and Youji? hums to herself>
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