Hey, you guys! I'm back after months of…uh, absence. This is my first ever Weiss fic and I hope it's won't suck that bad…It's Yohji/Ken and it's shounen-ai…yup…So I guess that's all there is to it, oh, and before I forget…I don't own anything. *Must I be constantly reminded of that? Waahh…*
On to the fic!!
Seizing the Moment
by: ~*Mystikal Essence*~
Chapter One: Crossdressing Ken
"So, do you understand the mission, Siberian?" a sonorous, female voice asked.
"Yes, but are you sure no one else can do it?" Ken asked meekly, in the verge of throwing up his hands in frustration.
"We've been over this before, Siberian. No one will even know about this," Manx reasoned. "The others are not as fit for the job as you. Now I trust that you will be able to execute the plan with no problems?"
The others are not as fit as me? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Ken thought angrily. "Yes, consider it done," he muttered huffily.
Why me? Why must it always be me?
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Yohji stretched luxuriously in the sofa. Hmm, it was already two in the morning and Ken wasn't back yet. Where did he go, anyway? Since when did Ken start having a life besides soccer?
Yohji yawned and stumbled into the kitchen. Groggily flipping on the lights, he poured himself a cup of coffee. Damn. Being Aya's or Omi's roommate was never this stressful, Yohji thought to himself. But then again, this was exactly the same reason why Aya kicked him out of his apartment. And as for Omi, well…let's just say that the boy's not very comfortable with Yohji's audacious ways. Walking in on Yohji and a girl fooling around in the kitchen was enough to send sweet, innocent Omi packing. So now he was stuck with Ken. He wasn't as stiff and austere as Aya, but not as pure as Omi, either. Yohji liked that, but right now annoyance, with a scanty trickle of worry, started to seep out from him.
Ken, where the fuck are you?
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Dammit, dammit, dammit. Damn it all to hell, Ken chanted in his mind, in synch with the clickity-click-click of his snakeskin stilettos. The mission wasn't as bad as he anticipated, but the worst thing by far, was his freakin' getup. Black leather pants plus a sparkly halter top equals one extremely uncomfortable outfit. Not to mention it was freezing. Ken shivered involuntarily as a chilly autumn breeze attacked his exposed skin. Hey, at least it's only at night and no one can see me. He quickened his pace and hurriedly stepped inside his apartment building.
Ding. Fifteenth, and last, floor. Finally, he can just flop onto his bed and forget about the whole humiliating night. As he stepped out of the elevator his assassin instincts kicked in and he immediately got into his fighting stance. There was a shuffle of feet at the other end of the empty, dark hallway. Ken squinted at the figure, not moving a muscle. It seemed to be a large man, much larger and burlier than Ken, who was hiding in the shadows.
Common sense was engulfed by machismo, so instead of running down the stairwell downstairs for help, Ken flung himself at his assailant, unaware of his…vulnerability. If he had been properly equipped and appropriately dressed, he could've easily overpowered the beefy man, but at his present state, he definitely didn't have a chance. He realized this too late, when the man had him by the waist, covering his mouth.
"C'mon, now, baby. This won't hurt if you just cooperate," hissed the man into Ken's ear. Ken gasped for air, almost gagging as the man's greasy hand tightened around his mouth. He struggled and kicked with all his might, but it was futile and he knew it.
"That's not how you're supposed to treat a lady," a velvety, deep voice declared from behind.
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Er, well?? Questions, comments, praises, compliments and whatnot…hehe…Just playin'…but seriously, be a "Responsible Reader" and review!! Pretty please?