Roses and Whine, part 2: Joe Boxer vs. The Dust Bunnies from Planet Ken
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Author's note: Thanks to everyone for their kind r&r! ::huggles them all:: ^_^ Oh, yes, for
everyone, here are your cookies. ::tosses warm, gooey chocolate-chip cookies to everyone
who reads and reviews on a regular basis:: Oh yeah, I kinda forgot to mention the this will
eventually be shonen-ai? Eh heh...but if you're reading Weiss Kreuz, let's all hope you
don't have any problems with male/male relationships. Ken/Omi, however, may be considered
somewhat of an acquired taste...Please enjoy Ken/Omi responsibly, and remember, friends always
let friends write fanfics really late at night, because that's when it's really funny. ^_^
Joking, joking...designated writers are the life of the party ^_^ hope you like part 2!
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Ken cursed at himself as he jumped up the stairs three at a time. How could he be so
careless?! He swung his door open and heaved a sigh of relief. The fine coat of dust was
still over everything.
Ken grabbed the boxers that were casually laid over the arm of his desk chair. He snatched
them and held them tightly in his hands, staring at the slightly faded plaid pattern before
he crouched down and stuffed them under his bed.
"What are you doing."
Ken jolted at the voice. He turned to see Aya leaning against the doorframe, watching him
with amusement in his eyes. "I, uh," he began. "I, um, was, uh...putting my laundry away!"
Aya stared. "Under your bed."
Ken nodded eagerly. "Yep. Best place for it, keeps all the dust bunnies away!" He laughed
mildly and rubbed the back of his neck.
The purple-eyed man gave him a cold glare, then proceeded to lightly dust the room with an
ostrich-feathered stick. With one last frigid glance, he left the room and Ken exhaled,
only then realizing he'd been holding his breath the entire time. The room's temperature
seemed to drop a few degrees when Aya was in it. He glared at his door, trying to shoot
lasers at Aya, but it didn't work. *Fucking bastard. I hate his guts.* But even as he
thought the words, he knew they weren't true.
He fished out the boxers from under his bed, fumbling around behind the dust ruffle before
retrieving them successfully. Leaning back against the bed, he sighed. He stared at the
ceiling and fingered the warm flannel absently. Looking at the name tag for the millionth
time, he wondered who could possibly have written their name in their underwear so badly.
They all did it so as not to get their undergarments confused, but he'd never seen this
signature before.
It wasn't like Ken was too shy to ask. It was just that he knew that if he did, he'd never
live it down. He shuddered involuntarily, thinking of the jokes Yohji would crack. "Why are
you hanging on to some guy's underwear when you don't even know whose it is?! Geez, Ken, I
never took you for one of *those* types. Omi, sure, but..." Then Omi would punch Yohji
good-naturedly on the shoulder and they'd all laugh. A familiar ending, but foreign boxers
had never been a factor, and Ken decided that these boxers would stay in his room unless
one of the others came round looking for them. Which was unlikely, since they would
probably fear the consequences just as much as he did.
Ken realized he was rambling to himself again. He flicked himself lightly on the temple.
Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was almost 11 PM. He yawned, only then realizing how
tired he was. With a heaving sigh, he stripped down to his own Joe Boxers (with the smiley
face) and crawled under the sheets on his ever-soft mattress. He thought fleetingly of Omi
before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
*Hope he didn't have to spend too much time on that juice.*
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