Trouble
Part 2
This is the continuation of my first fic [ which was obviously entitled "Trouble" ] Well , I intended for this to be funny , although I don't know if it is . [ and I sure do hope it is ] The truth is , this is one of my first attempts at humor , for my old fics all contained death ; somehow , I always end up killing my most favorite characters . Maybe I belong to the loony bin or something, but then I just couldn't help it . So please be kind in sending comments ; I hope I won't be getting any flames , but if you really are determined to send me one , then , go ahead , no one's stopping you .
Disclaimer : I do not own WeiB Kruez . Koyasu Takehito and Project WeiB does . So sue me if I want to tinker with some of the characters . [ in this case , Omi and Ken mostly ^____^ ] . on the other hand . NO ! DON'T SUE ME ! YOU WON'T GET ANYTHING FROM ME !!! O_o
So 'kay , here goes nothing .
Trouble Part II
Ken sighed as he dragged his bike through a bend in the road . Blowing his long bangs from his eyes , he teetered and almost lost his balance . He was tired , hungry and extremely filthy . He had no intention to pursue Omi's homework anymore than he wants someone to see him in this condition . He shuddered at the thought of someone seeing him ... He was definitely going to kill Omi when he gets back to the shop .
The road started to slope upward to his immense dismay , and was starting get increasingly hard to drag the bike alongside him . His energy and endurance had been drained a long , long time ago ; despite being a former J-leaguer and maintaining his athletic condition 24/7 . This was too much . Missing lunch was enough after waking up at 5:00 in the morning at Aya's whim to fix the stupid flowershop , attending to the hordes of customers through this amazingly long day . He wasn't able to have lunch since Omi was in his room , because of his colds ; Yohji barely waking up to the sound of a prison klaxon being sounded in his ear and Aya , the person who bossed him to watch the flowershop out to God-knows-where , leaving him , Ken Hidaka former professional soccer player ; once earning 25,000 yen a week , alone to handle the mob of shrieking girls . Ken sighed . The old lady , Momoe Yamaguchi , wasn't around , since she was going to be visited by her grandchildren . Aya arrived a little bit after 3:00 in the afternoon telling Ken that he could go out now ; Yohji was finally awake after an eternity with a gigantic hangover ; and that they would handle the shop [ Ken noted that it started to slow down in the afternoon , there were barely any people in the shop ] He then proceeded to his soccer practice to teach a swarm of over-enthusiastic and overeager children with only a cup of tea for breakfast , no lunch and no snacks . He berated himself for allowing Omi to convince him to slosh his way to Omi's school to get his homework . After all the troubles he went through in Omi's school , without anybody's homework in hand , and now . this ?! Ken shouted in frustration, hoping it was loud enough to outyell his roaring stomach "AAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! "
His green eyes widened to about the size of plates when he saw the huge 10- wheeler truck careening in his direction . He lunged to the side , clinging to the border of the road , his brand new Kawasaki GPZ bike driven under the huge wheels . He could hear the shriek of protest as the motorbike was crushed under the heavy weight . Ken smiled to himself miserably when he was saw what happened to his expensive bike . " I can't believe the same thing can happen to the same guy twice ." Moaning , he struggled up the railing to view the truck's handiwork . " Oh well ," he muttered , continuing his journey to the Koneko no sumu ie . " At least I wouldn't have to drag it all the way there ." He then resumed his plot of how he was going to murder Omi . " Maybe I should smother him with a pillow while he's sleeping . No , Aya would order me to clean away the body the following morning , I don't want to do that . Hmmmm , maybe I should . nah ! That wouldn't do ."
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Aya glared at Omi . " You sent him - WHERE ?!?" Omi cringed under Aya's frying glare . " Buh I neetet my howemorkhe , I can'd bhe crass presidunk if my ghrates fawl ." Yohji started to snicker despite his claims of " a damn monumental hangover ." Then , both he and Aya started to double up laughing . Omi stared at them quizzically . " WHAT ?!" he demanded . Yohji and Aya were so busy laughing that they didn't even bother to try and explain it to him . " WHAAAT ?!" Omi railed . But the older two had just stood there laughing helplessly .
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Ken groaned in unison with his growling stomach . He had traveled about 3 kilometers in an hour and he was absolutely starving to death . He glanced viciously at his watch , as if the small gadget was responsible for all his suffering . The luminous dials read 9:40 . " CRAP !!! I'll never get home at this rate ." Suddenly , he heard the roar of a car's engine slowing down . He twisted his head slowly to his right to look at who his savior or saviors were but his weak attempt at a grin faded when he saw the two men seated in a bright red convertible . The man behind the wheel was shaved to the skull , which was tattooed with various intricate painful-looking uh .. things . He had three nose rings in each nostril , his ears looked like some bizarre display of various earrings , his arms were pinched by long rows of circular earrings , or whatever you call those things . His leather jacket had some spikes protruding from out of nowhere ; and it looked like the butcher who made the jacket had a little [ okay , so maybe more than a little ] trouble handling the poor animal whose skin it belonged to . Ken shuddered momentarily and his eye drifted to his companion , which he wasn't sure if it was a he or an it . unlike his friend , he had very few rings to his name . Ken squinted under the dim glare of the lampposts and gasped , he couldn't believe it . He was a she . And she had made up for the lack of body piercings with about a gazillion tattoos ; covering her arms , her face , every single millimeter of exposed skin was tattooed and God-knows-where else . She was noisily chewing bubblegum , and he could hear her chomp above the purring of the engine . She grinned at him , showing that her tongue was pierced with some weird dangling silver things . Ken was starting to wonder if she choked on those things whenever she ate something like she was doing now . " Need a ride ?!" she trilled , giving him an all-too-manic grin . Ken's eyes bulged and he shook his head slowly . " I . uh , I'm . you know , uh . exercising , I'm practicing for an upcoming game ." The girl eyed him , starting with his unlaced shoes and filthy clothing up to his storm-blown hair . " Looks like you've had a very long day ." she commented , tittering in a shrill , almost inhuman voice . " Yes , I have ." Ken moved panic-stricken eyes to the road , which was partly illuminated by a dim lamppost ; he was already figuring out a way to escape from his scary-looking " saviors " . Hell , they scared him even more than all of the WeiB's enemies along with Schwarz and Schreient combined . Nose ring finally spoke from behind the wheel .
" Hey man , my name's Krull , this gorgeous lady here beside me is Brako -" The girl tittered again . Her laugh reminded Ken of fighting monkeys . you know , those who chatter like crazy ?! " So would'ja like a ride with us ?" Ken slowly shook his head , pretending to be reluctant . " I don't think so , I've got to finish my exercise , I can't afford to lose a game at all ." Both chorused in a mind-boggling laugh . " Well friend ," Krull boomed . " We gotta rock and rolllllllllllllll !!!! Whoooo hoooo !!!!!" and they sped away , Ken stared at the hand waving at him in stupefaction , he never wished to see those two again . ever . but , come to think about it , maybe he should have taken that ride after all , oh mannnnn ......
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10 : 30 p.m.
" He's still not here huh ?" Yohji mused when he came down the stairs to find Aya and Omi staring listlessly at the wall of the kitchen . " Deah . [ Yeah .]" Omi replied . Aya remained silent . Yohji chuckled . " Don't worry about him . He can take care of himself ." He paused . " Welll , come to think about it , his lameness might manage to kill him somehow , you know how he is ." Omi turned to glare at him . Yohji laughed and dragged at his cigarette . " Don't sweat it kid ." Omi stared back at the wall as if it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen . " Deah ."
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Heeyyyyy people , I'm running out of ideas . Hmmm . I noticed this chapter is shorter than the first one . I'm still pretty stumped . ^_^ . Oh well , reviews might inspire me [ if you know what I mean ] Kidding ; kidding . but it would be pretty nice to receive some good reviews once in a while . Oh well , if you wanna give some ideas , or if you want me to write your idea , just drop me a line and e-mail me at
Kai_Hidaka_Blackrose@yahoo.com ok ? Oh and please send me fics too , I love reading fanfics of other people especially WeiB Kruez fics mostly Ken and parodies and comedies particularly if you want me to review them too . But if you don't want me to review them , still send your fics , I'd be happy to write you back . Till I get the inspiration to finish the third chapter . ja !
Part 2
This is the continuation of my first fic [ which was obviously entitled "Trouble" ] Well , I intended for this to be funny , although I don't know if it is . [ and I sure do hope it is ] The truth is , this is one of my first attempts at humor , for my old fics all contained death ; somehow , I always end up killing my most favorite characters . Maybe I belong to the loony bin or something, but then I just couldn't help it . So please be kind in sending comments ; I hope I won't be getting any flames , but if you really are determined to send me one , then , go ahead , no one's stopping you .
Disclaimer : I do not own WeiB Kruez . Koyasu Takehito and Project WeiB does . So sue me if I want to tinker with some of the characters . [ in this case , Omi and Ken mostly ^____^ ] . on the other hand . NO ! DON'T SUE ME ! YOU WON'T GET ANYTHING FROM ME !!! O_o
So 'kay , here goes nothing .
Trouble Part II
Ken sighed as he dragged his bike through a bend in the road . Blowing his long bangs from his eyes , he teetered and almost lost his balance . He was tired , hungry and extremely filthy . He had no intention to pursue Omi's homework anymore than he wants someone to see him in this condition . He shuddered at the thought of someone seeing him ... He was definitely going to kill Omi when he gets back to the shop .
The road started to slope upward to his immense dismay , and was starting get increasingly hard to drag the bike alongside him . His energy and endurance had been drained a long , long time ago ; despite being a former J-leaguer and maintaining his athletic condition 24/7 . This was too much . Missing lunch was enough after waking up at 5:00 in the morning at Aya's whim to fix the stupid flowershop , attending to the hordes of customers through this amazingly long day . He wasn't able to have lunch since Omi was in his room , because of his colds ; Yohji barely waking up to the sound of a prison klaxon being sounded in his ear and Aya , the person who bossed him to watch the flowershop out to God-knows-where , leaving him , Ken Hidaka former professional soccer player ; once earning 25,000 yen a week , alone to handle the mob of shrieking girls . Ken sighed . The old lady , Momoe Yamaguchi , wasn't around , since she was going to be visited by her grandchildren . Aya arrived a little bit after 3:00 in the afternoon telling Ken that he could go out now ; Yohji was finally awake after an eternity with a gigantic hangover ; and that they would handle the shop [ Ken noted that it started to slow down in the afternoon , there were barely any people in the shop ] He then proceeded to his soccer practice to teach a swarm of over-enthusiastic and overeager children with only a cup of tea for breakfast , no lunch and no snacks . He berated himself for allowing Omi to convince him to slosh his way to Omi's school to get his homework . After all the troubles he went through in Omi's school , without anybody's homework in hand , and now . this ?! Ken shouted in frustration, hoping it was loud enough to outyell his roaring stomach "AAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! "
His green eyes widened to about the size of plates when he saw the huge 10- wheeler truck careening in his direction . He lunged to the side , clinging to the border of the road , his brand new Kawasaki GPZ bike driven under the huge wheels . He could hear the shriek of protest as the motorbike was crushed under the heavy weight . Ken smiled to himself miserably when he was saw what happened to his expensive bike . " I can't believe the same thing can happen to the same guy twice ." Moaning , he struggled up the railing to view the truck's handiwork . " Oh well ," he muttered , continuing his journey to the Koneko no sumu ie . " At least I wouldn't have to drag it all the way there ." He then resumed his plot of how he was going to murder Omi . " Maybe I should smother him with a pillow while he's sleeping . No , Aya would order me to clean away the body the following morning , I don't want to do that . Hmmmm , maybe I should . nah ! That wouldn't do ."
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Aya glared at Omi . " You sent him - WHERE ?!?" Omi cringed under Aya's frying glare . " Buh I neetet my howemorkhe , I can'd bhe crass presidunk if my ghrates fawl ." Yohji started to snicker despite his claims of " a damn monumental hangover ." Then , both he and Aya started to double up laughing . Omi stared at them quizzically . " WHAT ?!" he demanded . Yohji and Aya were so busy laughing that they didn't even bother to try and explain it to him . " WHAAAT ?!" Omi railed . But the older two had just stood there laughing helplessly .
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Ken groaned in unison with his growling stomach . He had traveled about 3 kilometers in an hour and he was absolutely starving to death . He glanced viciously at his watch , as if the small gadget was responsible for all his suffering . The luminous dials read 9:40 . " CRAP !!! I'll never get home at this rate ." Suddenly , he heard the roar of a car's engine slowing down . He twisted his head slowly to his right to look at who his savior or saviors were but his weak attempt at a grin faded when he saw the two men seated in a bright red convertible . The man behind the wheel was shaved to the skull , which was tattooed with various intricate painful-looking uh .. things . He had three nose rings in each nostril , his ears looked like some bizarre display of various earrings , his arms were pinched by long rows of circular earrings , or whatever you call those things . His leather jacket had some spikes protruding from out of nowhere ; and it looked like the butcher who made the jacket had a little [ okay , so maybe more than a little ] trouble handling the poor animal whose skin it belonged to . Ken shuddered momentarily and his eye drifted to his companion , which he wasn't sure if it was a he or an it . unlike his friend , he had very few rings to his name . Ken squinted under the dim glare of the lampposts and gasped , he couldn't believe it . He was a she . And she had made up for the lack of body piercings with about a gazillion tattoos ; covering her arms , her face , every single millimeter of exposed skin was tattooed and God-knows-where else . She was noisily chewing bubblegum , and he could hear her chomp above the purring of the engine . She grinned at him , showing that her tongue was pierced with some weird dangling silver things . Ken was starting to wonder if she choked on those things whenever she ate something like she was doing now . " Need a ride ?!" she trilled , giving him an all-too-manic grin . Ken's eyes bulged and he shook his head slowly . " I . uh , I'm . you know , uh . exercising , I'm practicing for an upcoming game ." The girl eyed him , starting with his unlaced shoes and filthy clothing up to his storm-blown hair . " Looks like you've had a very long day ." she commented , tittering in a shrill , almost inhuman voice . " Yes , I have ." Ken moved panic-stricken eyes to the road , which was partly illuminated by a dim lamppost ; he was already figuring out a way to escape from his scary-looking " saviors " . Hell , they scared him even more than all of the WeiB's enemies along with Schwarz and Schreient combined . Nose ring finally spoke from behind the wheel .
" Hey man , my name's Krull , this gorgeous lady here beside me is Brako -" The girl tittered again . Her laugh reminded Ken of fighting monkeys . you know , those who chatter like crazy ?! " So would'ja like a ride with us ?" Ken slowly shook his head , pretending to be reluctant . " I don't think so , I've got to finish my exercise , I can't afford to lose a game at all ." Both chorused in a mind-boggling laugh . " Well friend ," Krull boomed . " We gotta rock and rolllllllllllllll !!!! Whoooo hoooo !!!!!" and they sped away , Ken stared at the hand waving at him in stupefaction , he never wished to see those two again . ever . but , come to think about it , maybe he should have taken that ride after all , oh mannnnn ......
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10 : 30 p.m.
" He's still not here huh ?" Yohji mused when he came down the stairs to find Aya and Omi staring listlessly at the wall of the kitchen . " Deah . [ Yeah .]" Omi replied . Aya remained silent . Yohji chuckled . " Don't worry about him . He can take care of himself ." He paused . " Welll , come to think about it , his lameness might manage to kill him somehow , you know how he is ." Omi turned to glare at him . Yohji laughed and dragged at his cigarette . " Don't sweat it kid ." Omi stared back at the wall as if it was the most fascinating thing he had ever seen . " Deah ."
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Heeyyyyy people , I'm running out of ideas . Hmmm . I noticed this chapter is shorter than the first one . I'm still pretty stumped . ^_^ . Oh well , reviews might inspire me [ if you know what I mean ] Kidding ; kidding . but it would be pretty nice to receive some good reviews once in a while . Oh well , if you wanna give some ideas , or if you want me to write your idea , just drop me a line and e-mail me at
Kai_Hidaka_Blackrose@yahoo.com ok ? Oh and please send me fics too , I love reading fanfics of other people especially WeiB Kruez fics mostly Ken and parodies and comedies particularly if you want me to review them too . But if you don't want me to review them , still send your fics , I'd be happy to write you back . Till I get the inspiration to finish the third chapter . ja !
