Chapter 2
Ken awoke, head reeling from the heavy dose of work he had received the day before. It has been 120 hours (5 days) since Omi had first visited him. After that, the youngest Weiß member had always come on a regular basis— anytime before 10:00 AM. Today was probably no exception. Yawning sleepily, the brown-haired boy forced himself (with much difficulty) to get up from the comfortable paradise of his cushioned bed. He reluctantly dragged himself over to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Sounds of the shower running.
Ken lugged his still-exhausted body (clad in Dragonball Z boxer shorts), picking up some miscellaneous articles of laundry from the floor as he made his way towards the bed. He threw on the random clothes he had plucked, and then proceeded to methodically tidy up his sheets.
Soon he was away from home (if you could call it that) and present at the flower shop.
He entered, and then advanced to cleaning and preparing, just as Miya entered the room with a merry yell. He acknowledged her with a nod, flashing a toothy smile as he did so.
All of a sudden the chimes rang, and Ken automatically knew that it couldn't be Jyo because the other boy was always… well… late. And he also speculated that it couldn't have been a customer, because it was too early for anyone to be coming. The only possible person it could be was…
"Ohayo, Omi—"
Ken abruptly stopped his greeting, for something unexpected had happened. It wasn't Omi standing there with a lit cigarette between slender fingers. Instead, it was a very furious playboy. Light-footed and lanky, he sauntered in, a look of extreme annoyance printed on his features.
An angry yell broke the silence. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU GO RUNNING OFF ON US!?" The other boy didn't mind the question instead retaliating with his own, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" "I ASKED YOU A DAMN QUESTION FIRST!" the older man shrieked. "THE FUCK DO I CARE!?" The 19-year-old snapped. "ANSWER THE FRICKIN' QUESTION!" the long-limbed assassin shouted, eyes blazing red.
"FINE! IT WAS 'CUZ I THOUGHT THAT MAYBE SOME FUCKING ASSHOLES SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S FUCKING FEELINGS BEFORE THEY DID ANY OF THEIR DAMN FUCKING SHIT!"
~**fuck— and lots of it ^_^ Seven, to be exact…**~
That got Yohji; the Casanova had never heard Ken curse more than once in a single sentence. He gazed downwards, inhaling… exhaling. He let out a soft whisper.
"We're— no— I'm sorry…" he breathed. "You don't sound like it," the younger boy said, voice trembling. "But I am!" he objected; his tone was desperate.
"NO YOU'RE NOT, DAMMIT! I CAN FEEL IT!"
"YES I AM!"
"YOU'RE SHOUTING AT ME! HOW CAN YOU BE SORRY WHEN YOU'RE SHOUTING AT ME!?"
"I'M SHOUTING AT YOU BECAUSE YOU WON'T FUCKING BELIEVE THAT I'M SORRY!"
"NOW YOU'RE CURSING!"
"BUT—"
"YOHJI! GET *OUT*"
"FINE!"
He stormed out the door, just in time for Jyo to haphazardly open it. Yohji strode right past him, tremendously pissed. Miya had been staring at him with horror-filled eyes during the whole exchange.
"What happened?" the newcomer asked. Ken didn't reply; his eyes were fixed intently on the door. Miya blinked, "They had a fight!" she supplied helpfully.
"Ah."
Yohji glared icily at the tiled kitchen wall. It was one of those days when his attitude could exceed the stone-cold demeanor of Aya. Omi released a deep lungful of air, ambling towards the troubled assassin.
"I trust it didn't go very well?" the computer whiz questioned. The other glowered with blazing eyes, but he maintained his stillness. "Yup. Not well at all… So, what happened?" he said, laughing quietly. "……" was the response, if it could be considered that. "That bad?" the 17-year-old prodded. "……" still no answer. "A fight?" the other interrogated, getting frustrated. "……" silence. "I can tell by the look on your face…" he stated knowingly, studying the blonde's features. "……" zilch. "You should make up with him," he said, sighing. The Casanova's expression softened, "…Why…?" "Well… the day after tomorrow is Valentine's Day," Omi offered, smiling. "Oh. How?" Yohji asked, gazing up at his companion. "Hmmm… I dunno… a card? A cake? Flowers? Ummm… chocolates?" The sandy-haired boy proposed.
Yohji's facial appearance changed rapidly; from dejected to absolutely energized, "CHOCOLATES! THAT'S IT!!! I'LL GET HIM CHOCOLATES!" "There's a great store down the street. They sell gourmet chocolates especially for that occasion…" the youngest Weiß member told him.
"Thanks, Omi! Gotta run!"
"Jya, Yo-tan!"
"Jya!"
Ken swept the floor, dancing stupidly with the broom as 'It's Raining Men' played. He didn't really like the song, but it was the only one that sounded decent compared to the sound of nails screeching on the blackboard (which seemed to be playing on every other station). Miya was taking a little break, sitting (and giggling) as she sipped some cola while munching on what appeared to be INCREDIBLY soggy french fries. And Jyo? Lounging. He was lazy, almost like Yohji. 'All work and no play, makes cute little me a dull boy' he would say a matter-of-factly. The soccer player never ceased to laugh at that. The 20-year-old had some uniquely interesting antics.
Then something caught his eye. Someone, actually. Schuldich was passing by the shop window. It was strange since he was intentionally walking quite slowly. There was a lopsided grin plastered to his finely chiseled face. He winked at the brunette, before casually waving a hand and quickening his pace. Was it his imagination, or did the German spare a fleeting, yet malicious, glance at Miya? Hallucination, I'm sure.
Or was it? I mean, it was peculiar that a member of Schwarz would be strolling around this time, or this day. But then again, villains also need their leisure time, right? RIGHT? Right. That was all there was to it. All there was to it…
~**~
=Eriol comes in, hand in hand with Syaoran=
Syaoran: And now for a brief commercial. Eriol?
Eriol: Support Chibi Shin-chan, who is the empress of another planet! Join her leagues, and you shall be spared when her superior realm takes over this puny earth!
Syaoran: See posters and print-ads for details.
=They bow, then exit=
~**~
Aya stared; something was going on with Yohji. The older boy had been sitting in a corner, being mesmerized by a red object. His eyes were glazed, and it was a miracle that he was able to write. At least, that's what the lavender-eyed man thought. He might have been doing something else. Like… wasting ink, for example… ^^;;;
Ken stretched his weary limbs; they ached, but he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he carried a few seven boxes up a few three flights of steps. And knowing that it was another day of work was hardly comforting. He wished he could stay at least 30 more minutes in bed. But alas, he couldn't. Oh, well.
Grumbling, he tried to get out of bed, managing to fall of the soft mattress. He landed on the floor with a loud thud. He definitely did not like waking up he stated to himself as he sprawled there, motionless. You would mistake him for a corpse if he hadn't been breathing.
Then with an aggravated growl, he sprung up from his position and… slammed into his closet door.
"Damn fucking shit of a door…"
Picking himself up angrily, he lunged at the entrance to his bathroom, running straight to the shower. He collapsed inside, right after turning the water on full blast.
"Sabishiku natta hana no yoni…" Ken hummed the lyrics to Yuugao, having survived the horrible morning. He twirled around the store, careful not to knowck anything over. It was pure bliss to be alone at this time of morning. Sure, he liked the company of his new friends, but it was also fun to have the place all to himself. He laughed gaily, when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a delivery boy. The brunette blinked, "Hai?" "There's a delivery for you from a Mr. Yohji Kudou", the boy replied, holding out a red, heart-shaped package. There was a rose attatched to it, along with a card. Ken nodded, then signed for the parcel. Then with gentle fingers, he opened the tag, not noticing that Jyo had come in. The other boy was now reading over his shoulder.
Ken-kun, I'm very sorry for what happened.
Its just that I was upset because I was worried about you.
If you can find it in your heart to forgive me,
Please come back…
With love, Yohji~ Happy Valentine's Day
Ken awoke, head reeling from the heavy dose of work he had received the day before. It has been 120 hours (5 days) since Omi had first visited him. After that, the youngest Weiß member had always come on a regular basis— anytime before 10:00 AM. Today was probably no exception. Yawning sleepily, the brown-haired boy forced himself (with much difficulty) to get up from the comfortable paradise of his cushioned bed. He reluctantly dragged himself over to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Sounds of the shower running.
Ken lugged his still-exhausted body (clad in Dragonball Z boxer shorts), picking up some miscellaneous articles of laundry from the floor as he made his way towards the bed. He threw on the random clothes he had plucked, and then proceeded to methodically tidy up his sheets.
Soon he was away from home (if you could call it that) and present at the flower shop.
He entered, and then advanced to cleaning and preparing, just as Miya entered the room with a merry yell. He acknowledged her with a nod, flashing a toothy smile as he did so.
All of a sudden the chimes rang, and Ken automatically knew that it couldn't be Jyo because the other boy was always… well… late. And he also speculated that it couldn't have been a customer, because it was too early for anyone to be coming. The only possible person it could be was…
"Ohayo, Omi—"
Ken abruptly stopped his greeting, for something unexpected had happened. It wasn't Omi standing there with a lit cigarette between slender fingers. Instead, it was a very furious playboy. Light-footed and lanky, he sauntered in, a look of extreme annoyance printed on his features.
An angry yell broke the silence. "WHY THE HELL DID YOU GO RUNNING OFF ON US!?" The other boy didn't mind the question instead retaliating with his own, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" "I ASKED YOU A DAMN QUESTION FIRST!" the older man shrieked. "THE FUCK DO I CARE!?" The 19-year-old snapped. "ANSWER THE FRICKIN' QUESTION!" the long-limbed assassin shouted, eyes blazing red.
"FINE! IT WAS 'CUZ I THOUGHT THAT MAYBE SOME FUCKING ASSHOLES SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S FUCKING FEELINGS BEFORE THEY DID ANY OF THEIR DAMN FUCKING SHIT!"
~**fuck— and lots of it ^_^ Seven, to be exact…**~
That got Yohji; the Casanova had never heard Ken curse more than once in a single sentence. He gazed downwards, inhaling… exhaling. He let out a soft whisper.
"We're— no— I'm sorry…" he breathed. "You don't sound like it," the younger boy said, voice trembling. "But I am!" he objected; his tone was desperate.
"NO YOU'RE NOT, DAMMIT! I CAN FEEL IT!"
"YES I AM!"
"YOU'RE SHOUTING AT ME! HOW CAN YOU BE SORRY WHEN YOU'RE SHOUTING AT ME!?"
"I'M SHOUTING AT YOU BECAUSE YOU WON'T FUCKING BELIEVE THAT I'M SORRY!"
"NOW YOU'RE CURSING!"
"BUT—"
"YOHJI! GET *OUT*"
"FINE!"
He stormed out the door, just in time for Jyo to haphazardly open it. Yohji strode right past him, tremendously pissed. Miya had been staring at him with horror-filled eyes during the whole exchange.
"What happened?" the newcomer asked. Ken didn't reply; his eyes were fixed intently on the door. Miya blinked, "They had a fight!" she supplied helpfully.
"Ah."
Yohji glared icily at the tiled kitchen wall. It was one of those days when his attitude could exceed the stone-cold demeanor of Aya. Omi released a deep lungful of air, ambling towards the troubled assassin.
"I trust it didn't go very well?" the computer whiz questioned. The other glowered with blazing eyes, but he maintained his stillness. "Yup. Not well at all… So, what happened?" he said, laughing quietly. "……" was the response, if it could be considered that. "That bad?" the 17-year-old prodded. "……" still no answer. "A fight?" the other interrogated, getting frustrated. "……" silence. "I can tell by the look on your face…" he stated knowingly, studying the blonde's features. "……" zilch. "You should make up with him," he said, sighing. The Casanova's expression softened, "…Why…?" "Well… the day after tomorrow is Valentine's Day," Omi offered, smiling. "Oh. How?" Yohji asked, gazing up at his companion. "Hmmm… I dunno… a card? A cake? Flowers? Ummm… chocolates?" The sandy-haired boy proposed.
Yohji's facial appearance changed rapidly; from dejected to absolutely energized, "CHOCOLATES! THAT'S IT!!! I'LL GET HIM CHOCOLATES!" "There's a great store down the street. They sell gourmet chocolates especially for that occasion…" the youngest Weiß member told him.
"Thanks, Omi! Gotta run!"
"Jya, Yo-tan!"
"Jya!"
Ken swept the floor, dancing stupidly with the broom as 'It's Raining Men' played. He didn't really like the song, but it was the only one that sounded decent compared to the sound of nails screeching on the blackboard (which seemed to be playing on every other station). Miya was taking a little break, sitting (and giggling) as she sipped some cola while munching on what appeared to be INCREDIBLY soggy french fries. And Jyo? Lounging. He was lazy, almost like Yohji. 'All work and no play, makes cute little me a dull boy' he would say a matter-of-factly. The soccer player never ceased to laugh at that. The 20-year-old had some uniquely interesting antics.
Then something caught his eye. Someone, actually. Schuldich was passing by the shop window. It was strange since he was intentionally walking quite slowly. There was a lopsided grin plastered to his finely chiseled face. He winked at the brunette, before casually waving a hand and quickening his pace. Was it his imagination, or did the German spare a fleeting, yet malicious, glance at Miya? Hallucination, I'm sure.
Or was it? I mean, it was peculiar that a member of Schwarz would be strolling around this time, or this day. But then again, villains also need their leisure time, right? RIGHT? Right. That was all there was to it. All there was to it…
~**~
=Eriol comes in, hand in hand with Syaoran=
Syaoran: And now for a brief commercial. Eriol?
Eriol: Support Chibi Shin-chan, who is the empress of another planet! Join her leagues, and you shall be spared when her superior realm takes over this puny earth!
Syaoran: See posters and print-ads for details.
=They bow, then exit=
~**~
Aya stared; something was going on with Yohji. The older boy had been sitting in a corner, being mesmerized by a red object. His eyes were glazed, and it was a miracle that he was able to write. At least, that's what the lavender-eyed man thought. He might have been doing something else. Like… wasting ink, for example… ^^;;;
Ken stretched his weary limbs; they ached, but he didn't know why. Maybe it was because he carried a few seven boxes up a few three flights of steps. And knowing that it was another day of work was hardly comforting. He wished he could stay at least 30 more minutes in bed. But alas, he couldn't. Oh, well.
Grumbling, he tried to get out of bed, managing to fall of the soft mattress. He landed on the floor with a loud thud. He definitely did not like waking up he stated to himself as he sprawled there, motionless. You would mistake him for a corpse if he hadn't been breathing.
Then with an aggravated growl, he sprung up from his position and… slammed into his closet door.
"Damn fucking shit of a door…"
Picking himself up angrily, he lunged at the entrance to his bathroom, running straight to the shower. He collapsed inside, right after turning the water on full blast.
"Sabishiku natta hana no yoni…" Ken hummed the lyrics to Yuugao, having survived the horrible morning. He twirled around the store, careful not to knowck anything over. It was pure bliss to be alone at this time of morning. Sure, he liked the company of his new friends, but it was also fun to have the place all to himself. He laughed gaily, when suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a delivery boy. The brunette blinked, "Hai?" "There's a delivery for you from a Mr. Yohji Kudou", the boy replied, holding out a red, heart-shaped package. There was a rose attatched to it, along with a card. Ken nodded, then signed for the parcel. Then with gentle fingers, he opened the tag, not noticing that Jyo had come in. The other boy was now reading over his shoulder.
Ken-kun, I'm very sorry for what happened.
Its just that I was upset because I was worried about you.
If you can find it in your heart to forgive me,
Please come back…
With love, Yohji~ Happy Valentine's Day