Author: Swythangel
Email: swythangel@hotmail.com
Title: The Gift (A Christmas Surprise for Aya)
Type: 6/6
Teaser: Its Christmas, and this is what happens when Omi wants everyone to be happy...Ken wrapped and put in a box for a certain someone...
Rating: PG
Spoilers: itsy bitsy spoilers like Aya-chan and Sakura...
Warnings: Shonen Ai
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is not mine...
Keywords: Ken, Aya/Ken, Christmas
Wai! Wai! stretchesits finally finished! Yes, you heard it right! The Gift is finished! All 10 pages of part 6:
I'd like to apologize now for the not so good ending...after all the beautiful comments I kept getting I'm afraid this will fall far below expectations cries
brightensBut I did put in the handcuffs bounces like some of you guys requested...lolonly you have to really be reading this to find out where.
To the beautiful people who commented, I still love you all eventhough some of you got violent commentslol I'd love your comments on this last part. Domo!
The Gift
(A Christmas Surprise for Aya)
Part 6
Aya unwrapped Ken's gift slowly wondering what it was. Well, it certainly wasn't another sweater. It was too long and thin to be another sweater.
And he was certain it wasn't anything kinky like Youji's gift. He snorted. Only Youji would think up something like that.
In truth Aya didn't know what Ken bought. But anything Ken got him was fine with Aya as far as he was concerned.
He peered up through his bangs at Ken, trying not to be obvious that he was watching him as he carefully opened Ken's gift. The brown haired boy was in a welter of agony watching him unwrap the gift Ken gave him.
/No point in prolonging his agony./
And with one last pull, Aya tugged the wrapping from his gift.
Silence filled the room as Aya stared in startlement at what he held in his hands.
/A sakabatou. Ken bought me a reversed-edge sword.../
"I...if you don't like it, Aya, I...I can replace it for something you'd rather have." Ken said in a small voice. He couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice.
/Just great, Ken. That was a great move. I should have gotten him a sweater instead. Damn it! Why can't I do anything right when it comes to Aya!/
***
"Hey, Omi, why don't you let me have that communicator for a while, ne? Why should you get to hog all the fun things that are going on."
"I thought you wanted to go to sleep Youji-kun."
Whack!
"Baka kid. Who can sleep now that Aya has opened his gift?"
"Would you stop doing that, Youji-kun?"
"But I thought you said it would ease the tension between Ken and Aya if we do something comic."
"The communicator isn't on, Youji-kun. If I didn't know better I'd say you enjoy doing that." Omi muttered.
Youji put on a mock look of hurt.
"Me? Enjoy whacking kawaii little Omi-kun?"
In truth, Youji did enjoy doing it. It allowed him to pay back all the times Omi manipulated him into doing something, after all. But damn if he was going to let Omi know about it.
/If he knew about it, I'd be in a deep shit!/
Omi let it go, as he rubbed at the back of his head, annoyed. They've been whacking each other since that conversation with Aya. Omi had thought that it would lighten the mood up a bit and make the two talk.
/Honestly, who would have thought that Aya-kun and Ken-kun would be candidates for Mr. Shy Guys of the Year. They killed together for gosh sakes!/
Omi's head started to throb from Youji's whacks.
/The things I do for my friends./
Before he could say anything more, Ken's voice came on the communicator.
Squawk!
::"I...if you don't like it, Aya, I...I can replace it for something you'd rather have."::
/What? No, no, no Ken-kun! Don't say that. Aya-kun is just admiring his sword. He'll tell you what he thinks soon enough./
When a long silence followed, Omi sighed in frustration.
/Aya-kun needs to be sent to a speech and timing class./
Omi sniffed.
/Why doesn't he respond and assure Ken-kun! Aya-kun no baka! I guess its up to me and Youji-kun then./
Omi looked at Youji and nodded.
/Showtime./
He took in a big breath of air and put on his big smile. It was time once again to use his "too-cute-for-my-own-good" act to get what he wanted.
***
SQUAWK!
;;"Oi, Aya-kun! Don't you like Ken-kun's present? Ken-kun noticed just how dull your katana had become and bought you a new one. Isn't it sweet of him? And it's not any old sword, its a reversed-edge sword. Isn't that kakkoi?"::
Whack!
;;"Omi no baka. Stop running off at the mouth and let Aya speak."::
;;"Youji-kun! That really hurt."::
Whack!
;;Ow! Hey, you deserved it, you crazy kid!!::
Omi and Youji's bickering faded into the background as Aya digested what Omi had said.
/Ken noticed my sword was getting dull? He actually cared enough to buy me a sakabatou./
Aya unsheathed the sword and looked at its gleaming surface, noting the fine craftsmanship.
/A damn expensive sakabatou. I know of only one shop in all of Japan who still carries this line of swords./
A warm glow enveloped Aya. Not because of the gift itself but the thought that Ken had invested so much time in finding this. He looked up to thank Ken.
"Ken."
Ken clenched his hands and tensed up as Aya called his name.
/Great. This is where he tells me a polite 'thank you' for my gift and that's it. Damn it damn it damn it! Why can't I do anything to make Aya smile?/
"Ken."
Ken wanted so much to make Aya smile. Just once. One beautifully real smile to lighten the worry and concern Aya felt for his imoto.
And he couldn't do it.
/I'm just a clumsy baka who can't really do anything except for soccer right./
"Ken!"
Aya took hold of Ken's chin and forced the younger boy to look him in the eye. He was surprised to find expressive brown eyes reflecting misery. Misery at the thought that he, Aya, might not like the gift Ken gave him.
And Aya felt awed. Awed that his opinion could matter so much to Ken. It was not that no one respected his opinion. After all, he was Weiß' leader. Sure, Kritiker might respect his opinion but none of it would ever affect them this much. Not like it was affecting Ken.
/No one had ever gave me this much before./
/Maybe...just maybe.../
Aya shrugged.
/There is only one way to find out./
He looked at Ken's eyes deeply, sensitive expressive eyes that danced when he was happy and laughing, eyes that turned into limpid pools when he was sad or miserable. Like he was now.
Aya wanted to wipe away the misery in those eyes and tell Ken how much he appreciated his gift, how much he appreciated him. Ken deserved to know that much.
But Aya had never been an eloquent speaker in the first place. Not like Youji was. And so he did it in the one way he knew how. With his actions.
He brought his face close to Ken's and kissed him.
A sweet hesitant kiss that Aya poured his heart and soul into.
/I love you./
***
"Oi, Omi! Let me hear, will you?"
Youji tried to grab the communicator from Omi. The last thing he had heard was Aya calling Ken's name. Damn Omi hogging the action to himself.
/Hey! I just remembered something!/
Youji brightened at the thought and left an engrossed Omi in his room.
/Let Omi have the communicator. I'm bringing out the big guns!/
Coincidentally, a few seconds after Youji had left the room, Omi turned to give the communicator to Youji, only to find the older man nowhere to be seen.
He sighed hoping Youji-kun wasn't mad at him. There was nothing to hear anyway. There was total silence in Aya-kun's room.
/They should be kissing by now. If they're not, they're beyond help. I've tried everything short of pushing Ken-kun into Aya-kun's arms./
That wouldn't be such a bad idea if things got desperate. Omi was seriously thinking of doing just that when a cackle of static could be heard...
***
/I can't believe it. Is this a dream?/
Ken's eyes remained tightly closed as Aya kissed him, refusing to open them for fear that it would all be a dream.
/This is a dream. I've had it before. Probably a side effect of being in the box too long without air. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Yes, that must be it. I'm hallucinating./
It was a very nice hallucination though. The kiss was all Ken had dreamed of, sweet and full of love. And like all dreams, Ken knew that if he opened his eyes this too would disappear.
"Ken, open your eyes and look at me."
Ken shook his head. He was too lost in his thoughts not to reply out loud. Even if he knew it was only dream Aya talking to him like he loved him.
"No. If I do that, you'll disappear. Like you always do."
Ken hugged his supposed dream Aya tight but Aya gently disentangled himself from Ken and laughed, a pure sound that made Ken open his eyes in startled wonder.
And he saw Aya smiling down at him.
/It isn't a dream. Aya...Aya kissed me and now he's actually smiling at me. I must be dead./
"That's what I like about you, Ken. You're so silly."
Say what? Ken blinked owlishly up at Aya. Did Aya just say that he liked him? Him, Ken Hidaka? He couldn't believe it.
"Er, would you mind repeating what you said a while back?"
Aya's smile vanished from his face. Was Ken kidding him? Here he was trying to tell Ken that he liked him and he was asking him to repeat it. Was this some trick to make him look ridiculous?
/Face it, Aya. Ken doesn't love you./
So he slammed his ice wall back on.
"No, I don't think I'd care to."
***
::"No, I don't think I'd care to."::
/Aya-kun! You're going to hurt Ken-kun's feelings!/
Omi wanted to scream in frustration. What in heaven's name were the two trying to do, kill him? After all of Omi's and Youji's planning too. Omi had a mind to butt in.
/Why not? After all this, I'd be damned if I don't at least try to get them together./
And where the heck was Youji-kun! He promised to help too.
/Aargh! Forget him./
No more "too-cute-for-his-own-good" act, Omi had had it. Now it was time to show Aya-kun and Ken-kun just how bossy he could be.
***
At Aya's words, Ken flinched away. The tone was so cold and Aya's face had resumed its stoic mask.
/I only wanted to hear it again. I am such a baka! Now he's mad at me again and I had hoped.../
"I...I think I'll go to my room now."
"As you wish." Came the indifferent reply from the redhead.
Ken stood up, he felt perilously close to tears now and the first tear would have fallen if not for the communicator which suddenly came alive in a burst of static.
SQUAWK! ZZZT!
::"Hold it, Ken-kun! You aren't leaving Aya-kun's room."::
A perplexed look entered Ken's eyes. What was Omi talking about?
"Omi...nani? What are you saying?"
::"I said you aren't leaving Aya-kun's room."::
A slight pause.
::"At least not until I tell you guys a few home truths."::
"Omi!"
Twas Aya who responded to Omi with a threatening note in his voice. He was apprehensive to what Omi might say, especially when Omi knew that he loved Ken.
::"No, Aya-kun, you don't frighten me with your threatening tone, especially when we all know your bark is worse than your bite."::
Ken couldn't help but snort at this. In Ken's opinion, Aya's bark was even worse than his bite. Aya glared him into silence.
::"Now sit down, the both of you and listen."::
"Omi," Ken said softly, "I don't think this is the time for any of your games."
Ken was hurt. He finally realized that Omi had wanted him in the box because he had planned all along to pair him up with Aya, without even a by your leave. And look what happened. Disaster!
He wanted to go and disappear from the face of the earth especially when the one he loved was glaring at him like he wanted Ken to do just that. He got up to leave.
"I for one agree with Ken."
Aya's icy tone held a hint of finality in it, spurring Ken's flight to the door.
/At least we agreed on something./ Ken thought wryly.
::"Oh, who asked you Aya-kun! And this isn't any game Ken-kun!"::
A frantic note had entered Omi's voice. He had wanted to go slow and hint at the underlying feelings the pair harbored towards each other but the two just tripped over his plans. He had no other choice but to use shock tactics.
::"Ken-kun! Aya-kun loves you."::
That stopped Ken.
"Wha...?"
"Omi..."
Omi ignored the death threat in Aya's voice, thankful that he wasn't in the same room. Because if he was any judge of Aya-kun's character, the redhead was probably leveling a death glare on the communicator on Ken-kun's wrist.
::"Yes, Ken-kun, you heard right. Aya-kun loves you."::
"I...Is this true, Aya?"
Ken swung around to look at Aya with a hopeful expression on his face. He saw a blushing Aya trying to look anywhere but him.
"I..."
::"And Ken-kun loves you too Aya-kun."::
This time it was Ken's turn to blush as he too tried to look at anything else but Aya.
/Can it be true, what Omi said?/
/Does Ken love me? Or is Omi kidding us?/
::"I'm not kidding and yes, I'm telling the truth. Now stop looking at just anything and look at each other."::
Ken and Aya blinked. If they didn't know better they could have sworn Omi had read their minds.
::"Stop staring at the communicator. You have to talk and I don't mean just about any old crap. I mean real talk, about yourselves."::
Aya stared in wonder at the communicator. He had never expected that Omi could be so bossy or demanding.
::"Oh, and Aya-kun? If I see Ken-kun leaving your room for the next few hours, you two are going to get a dart each on both your asses."::
Both stared bug-eyed at the communicator for a moment then transferred their gazes at each other. Violet eyes met Brown and Brown met Violet.
"Anou...Aya..."
Ken started out first, peeking at the sitting Aya through the fringe of his bangs, his eyes open and showing *all* his emotions, even the love so newly admitted to himself. There was hesitation there too, because he knew how much it would hurt if Aya rejected him. But still, he meant to try.
Omi had gone through all the trouble of trying to help him and if Omi said Aya loved him then he would trust in those words. Omi was like his younger brother, he wouldn't just throw Ken to the wolves. Besides, he wanted Aya to know that he loved him, even if it meant getting rejected. And Aya did kiss him not that long ago.
He stepped forward, reaching out to the redhead. "I love..."
But before he could say anything else, Aya stood up, startling Ken. He looked at Aya's face and saw the same stoic mask on his teammate's features as the taller boy bore down upon him.
"Don't say anything Ken."
Well there goes Omi's theory down the drain. Ken bent his head miserably, waiting for the scathing remarks he was sure Aya would level at him.
/He's angry. He must be or else he would be smiling and he wouldn't have stopped me./
Ken wondered if there was any other pain that had hurt this much before. He felt so...
...warm. Warm? He opened his eyes in surprise and found himself staring at Aya's sweater, he smelled Aya's scent enveloping him. In his self-absorbed misery he had not felt Aya even come close to him. He hadn't felt Aya hugging him.
Aya was hugging him!
/Does this mean that.../
He looked up in wonder at Aya who was now smiling down at him with the tenderest expression in his eyes. As he blinked in surprise, he heard Aya speak.
"I want to say it first."
Aya's right hand drifted to Ken's chin tipping his face up as Aya's left hand on Ken's back drew Ken closer. He brought his face nearer until there was only a scant inch between them and whispered the words Ken longed to hear.
"I love you."
***
/Beautifully done, Aya-kun. I applaud you./
At last Aya-kun did something right. Omi sighed as he heard Aya declare his love. He wisely opted to close the communicator. Anything that was said after wasn't his business anymore. He had meddled enough.
/Well, mission accomplished./
Omi stretched his arms out wide, beaming happily at nothing at all. He had helped two friends get together. Now everyone was happy.
Speaking of everyone, Omi looked around.
/Where's Youji-kun? I have to tell him that our plan was successful./
He tried to search the house but to no avail. Youji-kun wasn't anywhere in the kitchen, the living room or even in the shop. Omi yawned.
/Probably went off for a breath of fresh air. I'll just tell him later this morning./
It was 3 am after all and Omi needed his sleep. He went into his room.
And found Youji reclining on his solo chair staring intently at the television screen.
/The nerve of Youji-kun, deserting our plan and watching television instead. Why I ought to.../
He was about to whack the older boy on the head when he recognized the voices coming from the television, actually it was more moans than voices but still.
/Aya-kun and Ken-kun? How can that be?/
Omi looked at the cables Youji had strapped on to the tv set and whacked his head.
/Of course! The old surveillance camera in Aya-kun's room./
His musings were interrupted by a particularly loud moan from the tv screen. And Omi became scandalized. He pulled the plug out of the socket.
"What the..."
Youji looked around, outraged at having his entertainment curtailed. He turned to see a glaring Omi holding the plug.
"Aw, Omi! Just when it was getting good too. Aya was going to use my handcuffs already..."
"Youji-kun!" Omi whacked Youji. "That's not nice. You should give Aya-kun and Ken-kun their privacy."
"But Omi, we helped. Surely we get some kind of compensation?"
"You get the great feeling of knowing you helped your friends out."
"That's not what I meant, Omi. Aren't you even curious how things are turning out?" Youji wheedled.
"No. Now go to your room and sleep. You can congratulate Aya-kun and Ken-kun later."
"Spoilsport."
"Voyeur."
Youji burst out laughing.
"Hell, that I am and proud of it!"
Omi shook his head. "You're incorrigible, Youji-kun."
"I know." Youji said, grinning like a mischievous devil as he slipped out of Omi's room.
***
Aya looked up on his room's ceiling, thinking about the events of a few hours before. It had been wonderful. Telling Ken that he loved him and having Ken smile his sweet smile for him. And when Ken had whispered his love for him the happiness he felt made his problems easier to bear. This was by far the best Christmas he had ever had.
"Ken?"
Aya looked down at Ken whose head was on his chest, checking if Ken was awake. But the boy in his arms was fast asleep, his arms curling instinctively around Aya.
He liked seeing Ken there, liked having him on his bed, in his arms, and most importantly, at his side.
/I love you./
He stroked Ken's fine hair, praying to the stars above that he would be able to do this everyday of his life.
END!!!
Yes it's the end! ^_~ Comments onegai!
Email: swythangel@hotmail.com
Title: The Gift (A Christmas Surprise for Aya)
Type: 6/6
Teaser: Its Christmas, and this is what happens when Omi wants everyone to be happy...Ken wrapped and put in a box for a certain someone...
Rating: PG
Spoilers: itsy bitsy spoilers like Aya-chan and Sakura...
Warnings: Shonen Ai
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is not mine...
Keywords: Ken, Aya/Ken, Christmas
Wai! Wai! stretchesits finally finished! Yes, you heard it right! The Gift is finished! All 10 pages of part 6:
I'd like to apologize now for the not so good ending...after all the beautiful comments I kept getting I'm afraid this will fall far below expectations cries
brightensBut I did put in the handcuffs bounces like some of you guys requested...lolonly you have to really be reading this to find out where.
To the beautiful people who commented, I still love you all eventhough some of you got violent commentslol I'd love your comments on this last part. Domo!
The Gift
(A Christmas Surprise for Aya)
Part 6
Aya unwrapped Ken's gift slowly wondering what it was. Well, it certainly wasn't another sweater. It was too long and thin to be another sweater.
And he was certain it wasn't anything kinky like Youji's gift. He snorted. Only Youji would think up something like that.
In truth Aya didn't know what Ken bought. But anything Ken got him was fine with Aya as far as he was concerned.
He peered up through his bangs at Ken, trying not to be obvious that he was watching him as he carefully opened Ken's gift. The brown haired boy was in a welter of agony watching him unwrap the gift Ken gave him.
/No point in prolonging his agony./
And with one last pull, Aya tugged the wrapping from his gift.
Silence filled the room as Aya stared in startlement at what he held in his hands.
/A sakabatou. Ken bought me a reversed-edge sword.../
"I...if you don't like it, Aya, I...I can replace it for something you'd rather have." Ken said in a small voice. He couldn't hide the disappointment in his voice.
/Just great, Ken. That was a great move. I should have gotten him a sweater instead. Damn it! Why can't I do anything right when it comes to Aya!/
***
"Hey, Omi, why don't you let me have that communicator for a while, ne? Why should you get to hog all the fun things that are going on."
"I thought you wanted to go to sleep Youji-kun."
Whack!
"Baka kid. Who can sleep now that Aya has opened his gift?"
"Would you stop doing that, Youji-kun?"
"But I thought you said it would ease the tension between Ken and Aya if we do something comic."
"The communicator isn't on, Youji-kun. If I didn't know better I'd say you enjoy doing that." Omi muttered.
Youji put on a mock look of hurt.
"Me? Enjoy whacking kawaii little Omi-kun?"
In truth, Youji did enjoy doing it. It allowed him to pay back all the times Omi manipulated him into doing something, after all. But damn if he was going to let Omi know about it.
/If he knew about it, I'd be in a deep shit!/
Omi let it go, as he rubbed at the back of his head, annoyed. They've been whacking each other since that conversation with Aya. Omi had thought that it would lighten the mood up a bit and make the two talk.
/Honestly, who would have thought that Aya-kun and Ken-kun would be candidates for Mr. Shy Guys of the Year. They killed together for gosh sakes!/
Omi's head started to throb from Youji's whacks.
/The things I do for my friends./
Before he could say anything more, Ken's voice came on the communicator.
Squawk!
::"I...if you don't like it, Aya, I...I can replace it for something you'd rather have."::
/What? No, no, no Ken-kun! Don't say that. Aya-kun is just admiring his sword. He'll tell you what he thinks soon enough./
When a long silence followed, Omi sighed in frustration.
/Aya-kun needs to be sent to a speech and timing class./
Omi sniffed.
/Why doesn't he respond and assure Ken-kun! Aya-kun no baka! I guess its up to me and Youji-kun then./
Omi looked at Youji and nodded.
/Showtime./
He took in a big breath of air and put on his big smile. It was time once again to use his "too-cute-for-my-own-good" act to get what he wanted.
***
SQUAWK!
;;"Oi, Aya-kun! Don't you like Ken-kun's present? Ken-kun noticed just how dull your katana had become and bought you a new one. Isn't it sweet of him? And it's not any old sword, its a reversed-edge sword. Isn't that kakkoi?"::
Whack!
;;"Omi no baka. Stop running off at the mouth and let Aya speak."::
;;"Youji-kun! That really hurt."::
Whack!
;;Ow! Hey, you deserved it, you crazy kid!!::
Omi and Youji's bickering faded into the background as Aya digested what Omi had said.
/Ken noticed my sword was getting dull? He actually cared enough to buy me a sakabatou./
Aya unsheathed the sword and looked at its gleaming surface, noting the fine craftsmanship.
/A damn expensive sakabatou. I know of only one shop in all of Japan who still carries this line of swords./
A warm glow enveloped Aya. Not because of the gift itself but the thought that Ken had invested so much time in finding this. He looked up to thank Ken.
"Ken."
Ken clenched his hands and tensed up as Aya called his name.
/Great. This is where he tells me a polite 'thank you' for my gift and that's it. Damn it damn it damn it! Why can't I do anything to make Aya smile?/
"Ken."
Ken wanted so much to make Aya smile. Just once. One beautifully real smile to lighten the worry and concern Aya felt for his imoto.
And he couldn't do it.
/I'm just a clumsy baka who can't really do anything except for soccer right./
"Ken!"
Aya took hold of Ken's chin and forced the younger boy to look him in the eye. He was surprised to find expressive brown eyes reflecting misery. Misery at the thought that he, Aya, might not like the gift Ken gave him.
And Aya felt awed. Awed that his opinion could matter so much to Ken. It was not that no one respected his opinion. After all, he was Weiß' leader. Sure, Kritiker might respect his opinion but none of it would ever affect them this much. Not like it was affecting Ken.
/No one had ever gave me this much before./
/Maybe...just maybe.../
Aya shrugged.
/There is only one way to find out./
He looked at Ken's eyes deeply, sensitive expressive eyes that danced when he was happy and laughing, eyes that turned into limpid pools when he was sad or miserable. Like he was now.
Aya wanted to wipe away the misery in those eyes and tell Ken how much he appreciated his gift, how much he appreciated him. Ken deserved to know that much.
But Aya had never been an eloquent speaker in the first place. Not like Youji was. And so he did it in the one way he knew how. With his actions.
He brought his face close to Ken's and kissed him.
A sweet hesitant kiss that Aya poured his heart and soul into.
/I love you./
***
"Oi, Omi! Let me hear, will you?"
Youji tried to grab the communicator from Omi. The last thing he had heard was Aya calling Ken's name. Damn Omi hogging the action to himself.
/Hey! I just remembered something!/
Youji brightened at the thought and left an engrossed Omi in his room.
/Let Omi have the communicator. I'm bringing out the big guns!/
Coincidentally, a few seconds after Youji had left the room, Omi turned to give the communicator to Youji, only to find the older man nowhere to be seen.
He sighed hoping Youji-kun wasn't mad at him. There was nothing to hear anyway. There was total silence in Aya-kun's room.
/They should be kissing by now. If they're not, they're beyond help. I've tried everything short of pushing Ken-kun into Aya-kun's arms./
That wouldn't be such a bad idea if things got desperate. Omi was seriously thinking of doing just that when a cackle of static could be heard...
***
/I can't believe it. Is this a dream?/
Ken's eyes remained tightly closed as Aya kissed him, refusing to open them for fear that it would all be a dream.
/This is a dream. I've had it before. Probably a side effect of being in the box too long without air. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Yes, that must be it. I'm hallucinating./
It was a very nice hallucination though. The kiss was all Ken had dreamed of, sweet and full of love. And like all dreams, Ken knew that if he opened his eyes this too would disappear.
"Ken, open your eyes and look at me."
Ken shook his head. He was too lost in his thoughts not to reply out loud. Even if he knew it was only dream Aya talking to him like he loved him.
"No. If I do that, you'll disappear. Like you always do."
Ken hugged his supposed dream Aya tight but Aya gently disentangled himself from Ken and laughed, a pure sound that made Ken open his eyes in startled wonder.
And he saw Aya smiling down at him.
/It isn't a dream. Aya...Aya kissed me and now he's actually smiling at me. I must be dead./
"That's what I like about you, Ken. You're so silly."
Say what? Ken blinked owlishly up at Aya. Did Aya just say that he liked him? Him, Ken Hidaka? He couldn't believe it.
"Er, would you mind repeating what you said a while back?"
Aya's smile vanished from his face. Was Ken kidding him? Here he was trying to tell Ken that he liked him and he was asking him to repeat it. Was this some trick to make him look ridiculous?
/Face it, Aya. Ken doesn't love you./
So he slammed his ice wall back on.
"No, I don't think I'd care to."
***
::"No, I don't think I'd care to."::
/Aya-kun! You're going to hurt Ken-kun's feelings!/
Omi wanted to scream in frustration. What in heaven's name were the two trying to do, kill him? After all of Omi's and Youji's planning too. Omi had a mind to butt in.
/Why not? After all this, I'd be damned if I don't at least try to get them together./
And where the heck was Youji-kun! He promised to help too.
/Aargh! Forget him./
No more "too-cute-for-his-own-good" act, Omi had had it. Now it was time to show Aya-kun and Ken-kun just how bossy he could be.
***
At Aya's words, Ken flinched away. The tone was so cold and Aya's face had resumed its stoic mask.
/I only wanted to hear it again. I am such a baka! Now he's mad at me again and I had hoped.../
"I...I think I'll go to my room now."
"As you wish." Came the indifferent reply from the redhead.
Ken stood up, he felt perilously close to tears now and the first tear would have fallen if not for the communicator which suddenly came alive in a burst of static.
SQUAWK! ZZZT!
::"Hold it, Ken-kun! You aren't leaving Aya-kun's room."::
A perplexed look entered Ken's eyes. What was Omi talking about?
"Omi...nani? What are you saying?"
::"I said you aren't leaving Aya-kun's room."::
A slight pause.
::"At least not until I tell you guys a few home truths."::
"Omi!"
Twas Aya who responded to Omi with a threatening note in his voice. He was apprehensive to what Omi might say, especially when Omi knew that he loved Ken.
::"No, Aya-kun, you don't frighten me with your threatening tone, especially when we all know your bark is worse than your bite."::
Ken couldn't help but snort at this. In Ken's opinion, Aya's bark was even worse than his bite. Aya glared him into silence.
::"Now sit down, the both of you and listen."::
"Omi," Ken said softly, "I don't think this is the time for any of your games."
Ken was hurt. He finally realized that Omi had wanted him in the box because he had planned all along to pair him up with Aya, without even a by your leave. And look what happened. Disaster!
He wanted to go and disappear from the face of the earth especially when the one he loved was glaring at him like he wanted Ken to do just that. He got up to leave.
"I for one agree with Ken."
Aya's icy tone held a hint of finality in it, spurring Ken's flight to the door.
/At least we agreed on something./ Ken thought wryly.
::"Oh, who asked you Aya-kun! And this isn't any game Ken-kun!"::
A frantic note had entered Omi's voice. He had wanted to go slow and hint at the underlying feelings the pair harbored towards each other but the two just tripped over his plans. He had no other choice but to use shock tactics.
::"Ken-kun! Aya-kun loves you."::
That stopped Ken.
"Wha...?"
"Omi..."
Omi ignored the death threat in Aya's voice, thankful that he wasn't in the same room. Because if he was any judge of Aya-kun's character, the redhead was probably leveling a death glare on the communicator on Ken-kun's wrist.
::"Yes, Ken-kun, you heard right. Aya-kun loves you."::
"I...Is this true, Aya?"
Ken swung around to look at Aya with a hopeful expression on his face. He saw a blushing Aya trying to look anywhere but him.
"I..."
::"And Ken-kun loves you too Aya-kun."::
This time it was Ken's turn to blush as he too tried to look at anything else but Aya.
/Can it be true, what Omi said?/
/Does Ken love me? Or is Omi kidding us?/
::"I'm not kidding and yes, I'm telling the truth. Now stop looking at just anything and look at each other."::
Ken and Aya blinked. If they didn't know better they could have sworn Omi had read their minds.
::"Stop staring at the communicator. You have to talk and I don't mean just about any old crap. I mean real talk, about yourselves."::
Aya stared in wonder at the communicator. He had never expected that Omi could be so bossy or demanding.
::"Oh, and Aya-kun? If I see Ken-kun leaving your room for the next few hours, you two are going to get a dart each on both your asses."::
Both stared bug-eyed at the communicator for a moment then transferred their gazes at each other. Violet eyes met Brown and Brown met Violet.
"Anou...Aya..."
Ken started out first, peeking at the sitting Aya through the fringe of his bangs, his eyes open and showing *all* his emotions, even the love so newly admitted to himself. There was hesitation there too, because he knew how much it would hurt if Aya rejected him. But still, he meant to try.
Omi had gone through all the trouble of trying to help him and if Omi said Aya loved him then he would trust in those words. Omi was like his younger brother, he wouldn't just throw Ken to the wolves. Besides, he wanted Aya to know that he loved him, even if it meant getting rejected. And Aya did kiss him not that long ago.
He stepped forward, reaching out to the redhead. "I love..."
But before he could say anything else, Aya stood up, startling Ken. He looked at Aya's face and saw the same stoic mask on his teammate's features as the taller boy bore down upon him.
"Don't say anything Ken."
Well there goes Omi's theory down the drain. Ken bent his head miserably, waiting for the scathing remarks he was sure Aya would level at him.
/He's angry. He must be or else he would be smiling and he wouldn't have stopped me./
Ken wondered if there was any other pain that had hurt this much before. He felt so...
...warm. Warm? He opened his eyes in surprise and found himself staring at Aya's sweater, he smelled Aya's scent enveloping him. In his self-absorbed misery he had not felt Aya even come close to him. He hadn't felt Aya hugging him.
Aya was hugging him!
/Does this mean that.../
He looked up in wonder at Aya who was now smiling down at him with the tenderest expression in his eyes. As he blinked in surprise, he heard Aya speak.
"I want to say it first."
Aya's right hand drifted to Ken's chin tipping his face up as Aya's left hand on Ken's back drew Ken closer. He brought his face nearer until there was only a scant inch between them and whispered the words Ken longed to hear.
"I love you."
***
/Beautifully done, Aya-kun. I applaud you./
At last Aya-kun did something right. Omi sighed as he heard Aya declare his love. He wisely opted to close the communicator. Anything that was said after wasn't his business anymore. He had meddled enough.
/Well, mission accomplished./
Omi stretched his arms out wide, beaming happily at nothing at all. He had helped two friends get together. Now everyone was happy.
Speaking of everyone, Omi looked around.
/Where's Youji-kun? I have to tell him that our plan was successful./
He tried to search the house but to no avail. Youji-kun wasn't anywhere in the kitchen, the living room or even in the shop. Omi yawned.
/Probably went off for a breath of fresh air. I'll just tell him later this morning./
It was 3 am after all and Omi needed his sleep. He went into his room.
And found Youji reclining on his solo chair staring intently at the television screen.
/The nerve of Youji-kun, deserting our plan and watching television instead. Why I ought to.../
He was about to whack the older boy on the head when he recognized the voices coming from the television, actually it was more moans than voices but still.
/Aya-kun and Ken-kun? How can that be?/
Omi looked at the cables Youji had strapped on to the tv set and whacked his head.
/Of course! The old surveillance camera in Aya-kun's room./
His musings were interrupted by a particularly loud moan from the tv screen. And Omi became scandalized. He pulled the plug out of the socket.
"What the..."
Youji looked around, outraged at having his entertainment curtailed. He turned to see a glaring Omi holding the plug.
"Aw, Omi! Just when it was getting good too. Aya was going to use my handcuffs already..."
"Youji-kun!" Omi whacked Youji. "That's not nice. You should give Aya-kun and Ken-kun their privacy."
"But Omi, we helped. Surely we get some kind of compensation?"
"You get the great feeling of knowing you helped your friends out."
"That's not what I meant, Omi. Aren't you even curious how things are turning out?" Youji wheedled.
"No. Now go to your room and sleep. You can congratulate Aya-kun and Ken-kun later."
"Spoilsport."
"Voyeur."
Youji burst out laughing.
"Hell, that I am and proud of it!"
Omi shook his head. "You're incorrigible, Youji-kun."
"I know." Youji said, grinning like a mischievous devil as he slipped out of Omi's room.
***
Aya looked up on his room's ceiling, thinking about the events of a few hours before. It had been wonderful. Telling Ken that he loved him and having Ken smile his sweet smile for him. And when Ken had whispered his love for him the happiness he felt made his problems easier to bear. This was by far the best Christmas he had ever had.
"Ken?"
Aya looked down at Ken whose head was on his chest, checking if Ken was awake. But the boy in his arms was fast asleep, his arms curling instinctively around Aya.
He liked seeing Ken there, liked having him on his bed, in his arms, and most importantly, at his side.
/I love you./
He stroked Ken's fine hair, praying to the stars above that he would be able to do this everyday of his life.
END!!!
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