Ok, third part! Woo-hoo! I know it's always a long time between updates, but I only write when I'm not reading. Hehehe. My muse is practically dead today, so bare with me. I'm trying, ok?
This chapter is mostly in Aya's perspective, so if it seems weird, that's why.
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Ken's cooking. We're all scared. I love Ken. I don't love his cooking. The worst part is he's listening to his CD player, dancing around with it in his apron, earphones wrapped around the curl of his ear. He's so sensitive there. I love it when he wiggles while I.... nevermind.
He starts singing along with the CD player. I don't recognize the song. It's in English. Kritiker had made us learn English a while ago claiming it may help us in the furure. Ken got into these American musicals, so I have no idea what it is.
"With out you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows. With out you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play, the stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly without you. The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die without you.... With out you the breeze warms, the girls smile, the clouds move. Without you the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash, the crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry without you. The moon glows, the river flows, but I die with out you."
I love it when Ken sings. He notices me watching him and freezes. He pulls off his earphones and simply says "Um, hi."
"Hi." I reply, slowly walking closer to him.
"Did you want me for something?"
"I always want you."
He blushes so much it's almost amusing, but more adorable. He turns away from me, still blushing, and stirs whatever it is in that giant pot he has on the stove.
I walk over and wrap my arms around his waist from behind. I kiss his neck and he shivers violently. I love it when he does that.
"What were you singing?"
"It's called "Without You". It's from Rent."
"Is that the one you really want to see, but they aren't touring in Japan?"
"Yeah."
I slide my hand down and rub his thigh. He is putty in my hands. I think if I move right now, he'll fall on the floor, but he does that enough, so I won't move.
"Maybe we should ask Kritiker to take a short trip to America."
"That would be nice."
Ken is still stirring that pot. He won't tell us what he's making, but right now he's totally out of it. His eyes are closed and he's most of his body weight against my chest.
"Whatcha makin', baby?" I ask as casually as possible. He wakes up immediatly.
"Is that what this is about? Well, it's a surpise, Aya Fujimaya so if you're going to try and figure it out, you may take your hands off of me and GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!"
I pout. I wanna know. Wow, I'm so weird when I'm around Ken.
"Fine. If you wanna be mean to me, I'll just go get a pizza or something."
Stupid, stupid, stupid. That was the totally wrong thing to say. I don't think I've ever seen him look that hurt before. It looks like he's about to cry.
"Do I really mean that little to you?" he asks. Huh? I'm lost. "God, Aya, all I want to do is make you something special and I'm trying here and you want pizza." He's crying now. Shit. I want to beat the shit out of myself. "I know I'm not the best cook in the world, but does that mean you won't even try it? Just because I want to surprise you..."
"Ken, that's not what I meant..."
"You called me mean, Aya. That's the one thing I'm most afraid of. You always see movies where murderers are cruel, heartless, MEAN people and I don't want that to be me and then the person I love more than anything, the only reason I wake up each morning, my reason for living, goes and calls me mean."
I pull him into my arms. I'm an asshole. That or he's flipping out. He's been strangely more emotional than usual recently.
He wraps his arms around my neck and clings to me, burying his face in my shirt. I just held him close to me. He is so warm. His body just seems to radiate heat. I lifted his chin and stared into those deep, beautiful green eyes. Everytime I look at them I'm reminded of those nature videos on the rain forest where they show the forest from a helicopter and you see the wind blowing the leaves on the thousands of trees and you see nothing but endless rippling green. I lean down , pressing my lips against his. Those sweet, warm lips part against my touch, allowing my tongue access. The kiss seems to last forever. I wish it could.
Then I hear a gasp and we break apart and look at Omi. He's standing in the doorway, mouth agape and eyes wide. Oh, fuck.
Wahahahaha! Plot twist! Woo-hoo!
This chapter is mostly in Aya's perspective, so if it seems weird, that's why.
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Ken's cooking. We're all scared. I love Ken. I don't love his cooking. The worst part is he's listening to his CD player, dancing around with it in his apron, earphones wrapped around the curl of his ear. He's so sensitive there. I love it when he wiggles while I.... nevermind.
He starts singing along with the CD player. I don't recognize the song. It's in English. Kritiker had made us learn English a while ago claiming it may help us in the furure. Ken got into these American musicals, so I have no idea what it is.
"With out you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows. With out you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play, the stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly without you. The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die without you.... With out you the breeze warms, the girls smile, the clouds move. Without you the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash, the crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry without you. The moon glows, the river flows, but I die with out you."
I love it when Ken sings. He notices me watching him and freezes. He pulls off his earphones and simply says "Um, hi."
"Hi." I reply, slowly walking closer to him.
"Did you want me for something?"
"I always want you."
He blushes so much it's almost amusing, but more adorable. He turns away from me, still blushing, and stirs whatever it is in that giant pot he has on the stove.
I walk over and wrap my arms around his waist from behind. I kiss his neck and he shivers violently. I love it when he does that.
"What were you singing?"
"It's called "Without You". It's from Rent."
"Is that the one you really want to see, but they aren't touring in Japan?"
"Yeah."
I slide my hand down and rub his thigh. He is putty in my hands. I think if I move right now, he'll fall on the floor, but he does that enough, so I won't move.
"Maybe we should ask Kritiker to take a short trip to America."
"That would be nice."
Ken is still stirring that pot. He won't tell us what he's making, but right now he's totally out of it. His eyes are closed and he's most of his body weight against my chest.
"Whatcha makin', baby?" I ask as casually as possible. He wakes up immediatly.
"Is that what this is about? Well, it's a surpise, Aya Fujimaya so if you're going to try and figure it out, you may take your hands off of me and GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN!!"
I pout. I wanna know. Wow, I'm so weird when I'm around Ken.
"Fine. If you wanna be mean to me, I'll just go get a pizza or something."
Stupid, stupid, stupid. That was the totally wrong thing to say. I don't think I've ever seen him look that hurt before. It looks like he's about to cry.
"Do I really mean that little to you?" he asks. Huh? I'm lost. "God, Aya, all I want to do is make you something special and I'm trying here and you want pizza." He's crying now. Shit. I want to beat the shit out of myself. "I know I'm not the best cook in the world, but does that mean you won't even try it? Just because I want to surprise you..."
"Ken, that's not what I meant..."
"You called me mean, Aya. That's the one thing I'm most afraid of. You always see movies where murderers are cruel, heartless, MEAN people and I don't want that to be me and then the person I love more than anything, the only reason I wake up each morning, my reason for living, goes and calls me mean."
I pull him into my arms. I'm an asshole. That or he's flipping out. He's been strangely more emotional than usual recently.
He wraps his arms around my neck and clings to me, burying his face in my shirt. I just held him close to me. He is so warm. His body just seems to radiate heat. I lifted his chin and stared into those deep, beautiful green eyes. Everytime I look at them I'm reminded of those nature videos on the rain forest where they show the forest from a helicopter and you see the wind blowing the leaves on the thousands of trees and you see nothing but endless rippling green. I lean down , pressing my lips against his. Those sweet, warm lips part against my touch, allowing my tongue access. The kiss seems to last forever. I wish it could.
Then I hear a gasp and we break apart and look at Omi. He's standing in the doorway, mouth agape and eyes wide. Oh, fuck.
Wahahahaha! Plot twist! Woo-hoo!