Chapter three's here, y'all…Thanks for all the wonderful comments from the last one…keep 'em comin'!
Me? Own Weiss?? Riiiiight…[this is said with a sarcastic-drenched tone, ok…hehe…]
Seizing the Moment
by ~*Mystikal Essence*~
Chapter Three: Yumtastic
Warm, yellow sunshine filtered through the window's of Yohji's room, glorious and cheerful. A smile reached Ken's lips even before he opened his eyes. The smell of buttermilk pancakes hung in the air, inviting and enticing. Ken rolled off the bed, before realizing that it was not his. Thud.
"Crap," Ken cursed, rubbing his elbow. Yohji's bed was so damn big and so damn high! But so damn comfortable, too. Ken then looked down and noticed that his $300 leather pants hung in a very irregular angle. Oh, they're ripped right by the crotch, he noted dryly. That figures. At least he had taken off his stilettos and halter, or that would've cost him a couple of hundred bucks, too.
All of a sudden, he jerked his head up, listening carefully. Damn. Yohji's coming, Yohji's coming, Yohji's coming. He grabbed his stuff and dashed to the bathroom connecting his room to Yohji's. Wait, his room was right there…why didn't he just go there last night? Eh…Yohji's bed looked so comfy and cozy…Ken shook his head and flung all his girl garb and accessories inside his closet and threw himself onto his bed, hiding his head under a pillow. He heard Yohji knocking in the other room.
"Ani? Ani? Are you all right?" Yohji's voice carried out through the bathroom into Ken's room. Ken gulped, heart pounding wildly. He heard the door open slowly and Yohji's faint footsteps walking around the empty room. After about a minute, he heard the door close firmly.
Ken sighed. He didn't like what just happened. He didn't want to hurt Yohji like that. He knew that Yohji probably didn't even like Ani that much, what with all of Tokyo's finest people of both gender after him, but after what Yohji had done, the least Ani could've done was to stay and properly show her gratitude. Ken got up from his bed and went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. He'll make it up to Yotan one of these days. Maybe he can take him out to dinner tonight.
"Wha--" Ken gasped. His eyes widened and he gaped at his reflection. Bright red splotches were all over his face and his cheeks were all puffy with pink rash. "The hell?" he whispered. He turned on the faucet full blast with cold water and splashed his face with it. That feels better. He filled the sink with cold water and then dunked his head in, trying to relieve the hot, itchy, bothersome feeling he felt.
After repeating this relieving method for about ten minutes, his skin toned down a bit. There was still some puffiness and redness, but not as bad as before. The damn makeup must have done this! Ken swore. He went back to his room and put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Plodding down the hallway, all his anger and frustration melted as he was assaulted by a blast of heavenly breakfast aroma.
"Morning'," he greeted Yohji as he walked into the kitchen. There were two plates on the counter, loaded with a large stack of pancakes, crispy bacon, and Ken's ultimate favorite (that only Yohji can make perfectly), cheese and mushroom omelet. Two tall glasses of orange juice were poised right next to them.
"Hey," Yohji muttered, sitting on a bar stool by the counter, drinking coffee. He still had his apron on and his hair was put up in a ponytail. He ignored the food in front of him completely and stared out the window.
"What's wrong, Yotan?" Ken asked gently, though he already knew the answer. He felt really bad seeing Yohji like this, but he couldn't let Yohji know that he was Ani.
"Nothing," he replied monotonously, his eyes vacant and dull.
Okay, I've gotta do something about him. Sheesh, did he like me, I mean, Ani, that much? "Um, Yotan? Do you know a girl named Ani or something?" Ken asked before he could change his mind.
"Yeah. Do you know her?" Yohji narrowed his jade eyes into two green, cat-like slits.
"Well, I don't know her personally, but when I got home around six last night—I mean, this morning—I saw her coming out the door. She said that she was really, really thankful for your kindness and hospitality and she appreciated all you had done for her. But she was in a real hurry," Ken paused, his mind racing. "Because…she had to…uh, go to her, uh, uncle's funeral," he finished.
"Really?"
"Yeah. But um, I gave her our number, because I felt a little awkward asking for her number, you know. So I just suggested that she give you a call and she seemed very happy with that," Ken grinned broadly.
Yohji's face lit up like a little boy getting a puppy for Christmas. "You did that for me, Kenken?" he stood up and walked towards Ken. "Thanks, man!" he exclaimed, giving Ken a big hug.
"Uh…no problem," Ken said, smiling a little at Yohji's obvious excitement. So he does like me that much. He loved seeing Yohji like this. For a minute there, he was scared that naughty, fun-loving Yohji was gonna turn into a stiff like Aya.
"Hey, to show you my appreciation for your good deed today, you can ask me for anything you want," Yohji offered.
"Um…okay. Can I have some of that yumtastic breakfast?" Ken requested.
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Hehe…that word totally cracks me up…So, what do you guys think?