"Sugoi, I'll be around." Schuldich waved to his friend and winked at Ken
before exiting through the door.
Aya groaned behind the cash register.
"Nani, Aya-kun?" Omi asked.
"He forgot his plant." Yoji choked on his cigarette as he tried to stifle a laugh. Aya glared at the lanky blonde.
"Well, he payed for it, so someone should go take it to him."
"I'm still cleaning."
"I'm on break."
"Yoji, you're ALWAYS on break."
Yoji decided to ignore this discrepancy and pointed to Ken. "I think Kenken should do it."
Ken spluttered, already blushing from Schuldich's wink. "What? Me? No way! I-I'm busy! He's YOUR friend!"
Aya thrust the pot at the brunette. "Well, we all know Yoji would most likely crash his car before he reached Schuldich, so you can take it to him."
"I resent that."
"Oh don't even start, Chimney."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me. You smoke two-packs a day! What kind of assassin is that?"
"A slut," Omi muttered quietly.
"HEY!" Well, apparently not quiet enough.
Ken sighed amidst all the bickering and picked up his helmet from the counter. "Allright, allright, I'm leaving now." Omi paused to wave before launching another barrage of insults at Yoji, his youthful face in an evil smirk.
The weather outside was crisp but not too cold; perfect autumn weather that Ken loved. He breathed in deep once, inhaling the scent of leaves, cider, flowers, and another, more human scent that kept Ken awake at night.
Schuldich. Ken sighed, swinging a leg over his bikeseat and strapping his helmet on. He revved up the engine, listening to the vibrations until it settled down to a purr of oil humming around him. As he kicked the bike in gear and navigated onto the street with the pot settled securely between his legs, his mind was filled with thoughts about the red-haired Schwartz assassin.
Why was he so attracted to him? Number one, he was a GUY, and number two, he was the kind of guy Yoji hung out with. Not the kind of guy mothers wanted for their daughters. Okay, well, sons in this case. Schuldich was dangerously addicted to excitement and a life in the fast lane, though his hooded jade eyes and lazy posture indicated otherwise. Before Taketori was killed, Ken had fought against Schuldich more times than he could count. Every time he had to come in close contact with him, it was like a constant assault on his emotions. Not to mention the extremely brief fling he had had with the mind-reader right after Ran/Aya killed that Reiji bastard. 'Extremely brief' meaning a day behind the Koneko dumpster. Ken gave an involuntary shiver, remembering how it felt to be underneath the 'mastermind.' It had felt good, but Ken knew the assassin was just looking for a fast fuck. What would Schuldich say if he knew Ken still liked him?
I know what he'd say.
Ken nearly fell off his bike in surprise, coming to an abrupt halt in the middle of the street. Cars behind him slammed on their brakes and leaned on their horns. Ken gulped and maneuvered to the side, stopping behind a parked car in front of a bakery. He turned the key and cut the engine, pulling off his helmet warily as he looked around him.
What's wrong Kitty? Can't keep your mind off me?
Ken fought the urge to shiver. Even in his mind, the thin tenor of his voice wreaked havoc on his senses.
What do you want?
The reply came back faintly amused. It seems Kitten's got my plant between his legs. And a stiffy-
Ken shook his head and cut off the reply, trying in vain to keep some sort of barrier up in his brain. He looked down, groaning as he saw Schuldich was right.
I'm flattered.
So I'm aroused. You want a prize?
You know what I want.
No I don't. You're just playing with me, come get your plant and stay out of my head.
"Aw, that hurts, Kitty." Ken jumped in his seat as Schuldich's real voice came from behind him. He turned around to face his ex-partner, shoving the small bonsai tree into his grasp.
"There. Now leave me alone."
Schuldich sneered. "Who's acting cold now, Ken? I told you what I wanted when you gave it to me. It wasn't exactly rape, Mr. Freeze."
Ken turned around and put his hands on the handlebars. Schuldich stepped in front of him and forced the brunette to look up.
"Ken, we agreed to this before. Don't act like I hurt you because you KNEW. You knew, Ken, and if you don't stop moping and blushing every time I'm around, someone's going to suspect something."
Ken narrowed his dark eyes. "If what we did isn't wrong, then why do you want it kept a secret?"
Schuldich pushed off from the bike and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Katana-lover Fujimiya would kill us both, and Crawford might just lock me in with Farfie."
"Why? They know about Omi and Nagi."
"Nagi's not a slut." When Ken looked surprised, Schuldich grinned dryly. "I'm the first to admit it, you know that Ken." His tone became serious again. "Yoji and I are gonna be busy for the next few weeks or so, and I'm going to be coming over a lot more often. What goes on between us isn't for anyone else to know until it's over, because I don't know if it will work. I'm telling you now, because if you're going to act like an embarrassed schoolgirl every time I'm around, you might as well know what we're doing, and you can help too. I won't tease you anymore, but you have to forget what happened between us. It didn't mean anything to me, and I'm sorry if it meant something to you. Understand?"
Ken nodded mutely.
"Okay then." Without a backwards glance or a goodbye, he strode off down the street, leaving a torn kitten behind him.
Okay guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I have a few notes to tack onto this chappie. I know I switched Aya's name with Ran a few times, but for this and future chapters, he's going to stay Aya. (I just can't get used to calling the katana bishonen Ran. ^^) Anyways.please remember to review, even if you've already reviewed on another chapter in this 'tory, cuz it helps me make the fic better if you have some praise or comments/criticism. No flames, please, but if you really find something offensive or just plain terrible, then you can email me at kyoko_wolf@hotmail.com Ja ne!
Aya groaned behind the cash register.
"Nani, Aya-kun?" Omi asked.
"He forgot his plant." Yoji choked on his cigarette as he tried to stifle a laugh. Aya glared at the lanky blonde.
"Well, he payed for it, so someone should go take it to him."
"I'm still cleaning."
"I'm on break."
"Yoji, you're ALWAYS on break."
Yoji decided to ignore this discrepancy and pointed to Ken. "I think Kenken should do it."
Ken spluttered, already blushing from Schuldich's wink. "What? Me? No way! I-I'm busy! He's YOUR friend!"
Aya thrust the pot at the brunette. "Well, we all know Yoji would most likely crash his car before he reached Schuldich, so you can take it to him."
"I resent that."
"Oh don't even start, Chimney."
"I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me. You smoke two-packs a day! What kind of assassin is that?"
"A slut," Omi muttered quietly.
"HEY!" Well, apparently not quiet enough.
Ken sighed amidst all the bickering and picked up his helmet from the counter. "Allright, allright, I'm leaving now." Omi paused to wave before launching another barrage of insults at Yoji, his youthful face in an evil smirk.
The weather outside was crisp but not too cold; perfect autumn weather that Ken loved. He breathed in deep once, inhaling the scent of leaves, cider, flowers, and another, more human scent that kept Ken awake at night.
Schuldich. Ken sighed, swinging a leg over his bikeseat and strapping his helmet on. He revved up the engine, listening to the vibrations until it settled down to a purr of oil humming around him. As he kicked the bike in gear and navigated onto the street with the pot settled securely between his legs, his mind was filled with thoughts about the red-haired Schwartz assassin.
Why was he so attracted to him? Number one, he was a GUY, and number two, he was the kind of guy Yoji hung out with. Not the kind of guy mothers wanted for their daughters. Okay, well, sons in this case. Schuldich was dangerously addicted to excitement and a life in the fast lane, though his hooded jade eyes and lazy posture indicated otherwise. Before Taketori was killed, Ken had fought against Schuldich more times than he could count. Every time he had to come in close contact with him, it was like a constant assault on his emotions. Not to mention the extremely brief fling he had had with the mind-reader right after Ran/Aya killed that Reiji bastard. 'Extremely brief' meaning a day behind the Koneko dumpster. Ken gave an involuntary shiver, remembering how it felt to be underneath the 'mastermind.' It had felt good, but Ken knew the assassin was just looking for a fast fuck. What would Schuldich say if he knew Ken still liked him?
I know what he'd say.
Ken nearly fell off his bike in surprise, coming to an abrupt halt in the middle of the street. Cars behind him slammed on their brakes and leaned on their horns. Ken gulped and maneuvered to the side, stopping behind a parked car in front of a bakery. He turned the key and cut the engine, pulling off his helmet warily as he looked around him.
What's wrong Kitty? Can't keep your mind off me?
Ken fought the urge to shiver. Even in his mind, the thin tenor of his voice wreaked havoc on his senses.
What do you want?
The reply came back faintly amused. It seems Kitten's got my plant between his legs. And a stiffy-
Ken shook his head and cut off the reply, trying in vain to keep some sort of barrier up in his brain. He looked down, groaning as he saw Schuldich was right.
I'm flattered.
So I'm aroused. You want a prize?
You know what I want.
No I don't. You're just playing with me, come get your plant and stay out of my head.
"Aw, that hurts, Kitty." Ken jumped in his seat as Schuldich's real voice came from behind him. He turned around to face his ex-partner, shoving the small bonsai tree into his grasp.
"There. Now leave me alone."
Schuldich sneered. "Who's acting cold now, Ken? I told you what I wanted when you gave it to me. It wasn't exactly rape, Mr. Freeze."
Ken turned around and put his hands on the handlebars. Schuldich stepped in front of him and forced the brunette to look up.
"Ken, we agreed to this before. Don't act like I hurt you because you KNEW. You knew, Ken, and if you don't stop moping and blushing every time I'm around, someone's going to suspect something."
Ken narrowed his dark eyes. "If what we did isn't wrong, then why do you want it kept a secret?"
Schuldich pushed off from the bike and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Katana-lover Fujimiya would kill us both, and Crawford might just lock me in with Farfie."
"Why? They know about Omi and Nagi."
"Nagi's not a slut." When Ken looked surprised, Schuldich grinned dryly. "I'm the first to admit it, you know that Ken." His tone became serious again. "Yoji and I are gonna be busy for the next few weeks or so, and I'm going to be coming over a lot more often. What goes on between us isn't for anyone else to know until it's over, because I don't know if it will work. I'm telling you now, because if you're going to act like an embarrassed schoolgirl every time I'm around, you might as well know what we're doing, and you can help too. I won't tease you anymore, but you have to forget what happened between us. It didn't mean anything to me, and I'm sorry if it meant something to you. Understand?"
Ken nodded mutely.
"Okay then." Without a backwards glance or a goodbye, he strode off down the street, leaving a torn kitten behind him.
Okay guys, sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I have a few notes to tack onto this chappie. I know I switched Aya's name with Ran a few times, but for this and future chapters, he's going to stay Aya. (I just can't get used to calling the katana bishonen Ran. ^^) Anyways.please remember to review, even if you've already reviewed on another chapter in this 'tory, cuz it helps me make the fic better if you have some praise or comments/criticism. No flames, please, but if you really find something offensive or just plain terrible, then you can email me at kyoko_wolf@hotmail.com Ja ne!
