What If?
Chapter 6- Flowers
The sky was still pale with the yellow and orange streaks brought on by the recently risen sun. The only sounds on the streets at such an early hour were the birds twittering in the trees, the crickets chirping in the grass, and the sound of sneakers on the pavement as a lone figure walked along on the empty sidewalk. In even less than an hour, these sidewalks would be packed with people hustling and bustling to get where they're going, but right now, they were peaceful and serene. Ken was thankful for this. He loved mornings, absolutely loved them. His favourite part of the day was right as the sun was rising, peeking up over the end of the world to grace the land with it's brilliance, almost as if it were putting on this grand show just for him. Kase had told him something once.
`There was this interview on t.v. last night with this person who was, like, over a hundred. They talked to a whole bunch of these old people, and they all had one thing in common.'
`Oh yeah, Kase? And what's that?'
`They all had something to get up in the morning for.'
Ken smiled at the memory. Kase was always making him smile, always brightening his spirits when he hadn't known they could get any higher. He and Mamoru were so very much alike. Mamoru. Ken couldn't even think of the name without that warm sensation washing through him. He'd tried ignoring it, but it just wouldn't go away. Late at night, as the young athlete lay awake in his bed, riddled by too many things in his mind to even consider sleep, he'd come to terms with his inevitable attraction to the blonde boy he'd met less than a week ago. And to think- they were going to be together the whole day again! Last night before everyone had gone their separate ways from the park, Aya-chan had said something about the flower shop, and Mamoru had been the first to generously offer his help.
"I don't know much about flowers," he'd said shyly, "but I know what looks good together." Ken still wondered if he'd simply imagined that meaningful glance in his direction... Well, he couldn't in good conscience leave the two to work alone.
"I can help out, too, if you need it."
"Would you?" Ran smiled widely. "It's always just Momoe-san and myself and those awful, giggling school-girls," he'd added with a hint of disgust. Yohji had laughed and shook his head.
"If I weren't married, I'd take you up on that offer in a second. What's wrong with being surrounded by hot babes all day?"
"These girls can be scary," the redhead had explained. Yohji had just shaken his head again, not understanding what the downside to girls fawning all over you could be. He'd also been the first to leave, claiming the "old ball & chain" would have his head and the rest of him if he didn't show up for dinner. Even though he was the only one who hadn't opted to offer help, he promised he'd stop by and bother them a bit. He'd walked away after promising Ken really quickly that he'd get to the bottom of things and clear his name for sure. Ken liked that.
The soccer-star popped himself back to present day and time, and spotted a familiar tuft of bright red hair. The botanist was too busy with unlocking the front door / gate to notice the approaching boy's presence.
"'Morning, Ran," Ken called out. The lock on the gate finally snapped open, and the door was opened in a flash. Finally, Ran turned to him, smile on face.
"Good morning! I didn't expect to see you here so soon!" His surprise was genuine. "Hell, I don't even like being here this early! Mornings are NOT my forte. Just ask Aya-chan. She's the one who has to get me up every morning." Ken chuckled lightheartedly at how easily this man instigated a pleasant conversation, and how easy it was to talk to him.
"Ah, not me. I love mornings. They're beautiful, so full of promise for the rest of the day. When I look at a sunrise, it makes me wonder if my day is going to be as beautiful at the end as it was in the beginning. Kind of makes you put everything into a positive perspective." The flame-haired boy nodded in appreciation for such an outlook, almost wishing he could share it.
"How poetic..." Two sets of eyes cambered to find the source of the unexpected voice standing behind them, azure eyes peering back at chocolate and plum-coloured ones. Ken immediately lightened and smiled at the compliment. Ran blinked.
"Wow... this will be the first time in months I've actually had someone to help me open shop... I can't thank you guys enough for this, really."
"It's our pleasure, I'm sure," the magnate's son piped optimistically. `God, they're BOTH morning people!' Ran groaned mentally. This was going to be a long day. At least he had some people to help lighten the load, and it would be a pleasant change to have people to talk to and keep him company.
"Right, then," he started, leading the duo inside. "I'll show you everything you need to know."
"Irrashaimase!" The door-chime jingled for what had to be the five billionth time that day! Ken would never have expected one simple flower shop to ever be so busy! And yet here it was, barely two o'clock in the afternoon, and the Koneko no Sumu Ie had raked in at least sixty customers, all of them female. The girls all lingered as long as they could, giggling and squealing at the cute bishounen working there. Or, trying to work there. Neither newcomer realized how hard it could be to try and operate a flower shop when there were thirty girls obsequiously making passes at you and all-in-all getting in your way. Around two thirty, Momoe-san came out and told the girls the boys were going on their breaks. With many groans and protests, the flower store emptied in minutes. Ran smiled gratefully at the old woman, who nodded hear head before returning to her rocker and kitty.
"This has definitely been an experience," Mamoru mumbled as he ran a hand through his frayed straw-coloured hair. "Do you deal with this alone every day?"
"It's usually not this bad," Ran sighed. "Ravenous wolves, that's what they are. They're simply disguised as girls..." A few jocular sniggers escaped the boys' mouths. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna use this time to call Aya-chan and see what she's up to."
"We can fix things up in here," Ken volunteered. Ran gave a weary nod and disappeared into the back room. Another thing Ken had learned that day- schoolgirls hard-pressed for a date or even attention from one of the guys working here caused quite a mess. In silence, the two teenagers began cleaning up. Ken couldn't help but steal a glance at his co-worker, who had a placid, satisfied smile on his face. As if feeling the eyes on him, Mamoru looked up, catching Ken's gaze in his own.
"What?" Ken jerked his eyes from those azure depths, feeling a blush threaten his cheeks. He quickly busied himself with wiping trimmings from the counter.
"It's nothing..." he lied. "It was just... your smile. You looked so serene..." Mamoru set down his cloth and leaned back against the counter, framed by flowers. `God, he's beautiful.'
"I like it here," he admitted. "I don't get this kind of feeling at home. I mean, I have practically free reign of the house and the entire estate, I mean, I live there, but... It's lonely. And there's a lot of negativity there. I don't like it. But here...
"Here, I can just hang out and be myself. I don't have standards to live up to. I don't have to be the perfect student or the perfect son or the perfect brother. I don't have to think about `making the family name proud' or any of that crap." He paused, not sure if he was piling too much onto the other boy, but no, Ken was listening intently beside him. He smiled inwardly. Ken was always so attentive, so concerned about him. He felt himself flush ever so delicately under that intense gaze of his... "A- and here, I can just... be." He turned to Ken, his eyes open, sparkling with such hope and life and beauty all at once. "I've always wanted to live like this, you know. Happy and free, without a care in the world." Ken was staring at him with a look in his beautiful eyes that the younger boy had never seen before. He looked amazed and touched and his eyes held that nameless *something* else in them that was uniquely Ken, and... `God, he's beautiful.' Maybe it was because of
their too-close proximity. Maybe it was because of the horribly romantic setting, amidst the sweetheart roses and lily-of-the-valley. Or maybe it was because the two felt what was lying dormant in each of their hearts. Whatever the reason, Ken took that little step forward, twining his arm around Mamoru's waist which he used to pull the lad to him, and kissed him.
God, he tasted so good... Soft and tender and sweet and... Mamoru. The blonde let out a quiet, nearly inaudible mew as he wrapped his arms around the athlete, standing on tiptoes to bring himself closer. Ken was a better kisser than he'd allowed himself to imagine on those sleepless nights inside that huge, lonely mansion, left alone with naught but his thoughts... Suddenly, and without warning, Ken pushed away from the intimate embrace, smacking back into the counter. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and his chest heaved with the combination of surprise at what he'd done and breath lost as a result of it.
"I- I- I'm sorry!" he blurted out. `Now he's going to tell me that I'm a pervert and a sicko and he's going to tell me to stay away or he'll call the cops and he'll never want to see me again...' After an uncomfortably awkward moment of silence, Ken slowly looked back up. There was pain in those delicate cerulean eyes, and a pang of guilt shot through the older boy.
"Why?" Ken blinked.
"What?"
"Why are you sorry...?" For once in a long time, Ken was absolutely speechless. Was it possible that... he didn't think him a sicko or a pervert? Could he possibly feel... well, feel the same way he had been feeling since he'd first seen the genki youth out on that soccer field?
"I..." Blue eyes stared at him intently, waiting for the rejecting answer he was so sure would come. `I didn't mean to. I'm not like that. Don't expect it to happen again.' He forced himself not to look away, not to cower and hide from the truth. Whatever Ken's answer was, he had to take it. "I... The truth is, I... I like you, Mamoru... You may think I'm a horrible person, but... I won't lie to you.
"Ever since I was little, my parents had told me that it wasn't natural and that it was wrong... But, God, Mamoru, I... It feels so right with you." Ken's heart fell with every passing second of thundering silence. The athlete couldn't even bring himself to look at the object of his affections, who had yet to say a word. Out of the corner of his eyes, Ken saw a movement coming toward him. Forced to look up, he turned and began backing away from the slowly approaching boy, bluntly frightened for his safety... The true Hidaka Ken style kicked in, and he caught his ankle on the corner of a bag of peat moss. Stumbling back, long arms shot out to grab the nearest thing to keep steady. The nearest thing merely happened to be Mamoru. The pair fell with an unceremonious thump, the indicative crash of a vase filled with roses, and a few slightly pained grunts. For the fourth time since they'd met, Ken found himself lying beneath his blonde crush, blushing madly and feeling absolutely
flustered.
"Ken! Daijobu ka?!" Wincing, the brunette nodded. He was doing fine, as long as fine meant a throbbing pain on the back of your head and stars spinning above your eyes. And speaking of eyes... Mamoru stared own at his friend beneath him, open concern written across every feature. He was close enough that Ken could feel his warm breath on his face, their noses almost touching.
"Ma- Mamoru, I just want you to know that even if you don't-" The sentence was left forever unfinished as soft lips touched to his own, finding them something better to concentrate on. Ken was in absolute heaven. The world melted away, and all that remained were the sweet flowers and them.
A telltale jingle from the door-chimes ripped the two out of their makeshift euphoria.
"I- Irrashaimase!" Mamoru called out. Two sets of eyes turned from their precarious positions on the floor, the coffee-coloured set beneath widening.
"KASE!" Dull brown eyes stared at the scene layed out before him with a glimmer of amusement hidden behind them.
"Did I... come at a bad time, Ken?" The young manager stood, grinning at the show played out for him. Both boys immediately jumped up, flustered and blushing furiously, hands busying themselves with brushing off aprons, and eyes darting about everywhere but any of the people in the room.
"No, of course not, Kase... I'm just surprised to see you here." Ken fiddled with the apron strings, an old nervous habit of his. "You didn't tell me you were well again."
"You didn't ask." Ken visibly flinched at the frosty tone held in his best friend's voice. Kase walked nonchalantly over to a small display of Sunflowers and Queen Anne's Lace, gently tracing his fingers over the soft yellow petals, then the tiny white buds. "You also didn't tell me you got a job. What happened to practice?"
"I have off today..." Ken answered slowly. "And I'm just here to help out a friend." Kase turned on him, a less-than-pleased expression written across his features.
"I though that's what you were supposed to be doing with me," he hissed. Ken hung his head in ignominy. He felt a fist lightly tap it up and was forced to look up at Kase's face, which just happened to be smiling. "Hey, at least I'm better, right Ken?" Almost immediately, the tone in the room lightened, along with Ken's heart. Kase was so understanding, so quick to forgive him, no matter what he'd done...
"How'd I get a friend like you, Kase?" Kase simply shrugged in response. His eyes fell past the brown-haired boy to the young blonde standing solitaire an uncomfortable in the back.
"You must be Mamoru," Kase called out. The boy jerked his head up and stared at the tall man. "I've heard so much about you."
"And I, you," Mamoru answered softly, stepping forward to meet Kase's extended hand. He had a firm grip and... something else. Something didn't feel right coming from the older man. His touch was possessive, cold. `I'm out of my mind,' the flaxen teen thought. `Maybe I'm allergic to these flowers or something...'
So this little kid was Mamoru. Kase smiled. `God, it's too simple. Ken always did have good taste in friends. This one is so trusting, so innocent to the wicked ways of the world. He won't even see it coming.' Kase shook his hand. A gentle grip, hesitating and yielding. Perfect. Absofuckinglutely perfect. He wouldn't fight much, and eventually would completely give up and surrender, which would make it much easier on Kase's part. Tying up a struggling person was tougher than it looked, and he didn't want to have to knock the child out. `Soon, so very soon... Three days, little Mamoru, and you're going to make my dreams come true.'
Well, that's it for part 6. I'm finally getting somewhere with Ken & Omi, considering this is a shounen-ai and all. So, um, yeah. It's really late, so I'm gonna get some sleep. Mmm... Sleep... Stay tuned for part seven, same bat-time, same bat-channel.
Kourui
Chapter 6- Flowers
The sky was still pale with the yellow and orange streaks brought on by the recently risen sun. The only sounds on the streets at such an early hour were the birds twittering in the trees, the crickets chirping in the grass, and the sound of sneakers on the pavement as a lone figure walked along on the empty sidewalk. In even less than an hour, these sidewalks would be packed with people hustling and bustling to get where they're going, but right now, they were peaceful and serene. Ken was thankful for this. He loved mornings, absolutely loved them. His favourite part of the day was right as the sun was rising, peeking up over the end of the world to grace the land with it's brilliance, almost as if it were putting on this grand show just for him. Kase had told him something once.
`There was this interview on t.v. last night with this person who was, like, over a hundred. They talked to a whole bunch of these old people, and they all had one thing in common.'
`Oh yeah, Kase? And what's that?'
`They all had something to get up in the morning for.'
Ken smiled at the memory. Kase was always making him smile, always brightening his spirits when he hadn't known they could get any higher. He and Mamoru were so very much alike. Mamoru. Ken couldn't even think of the name without that warm sensation washing through him. He'd tried ignoring it, but it just wouldn't go away. Late at night, as the young athlete lay awake in his bed, riddled by too many things in his mind to even consider sleep, he'd come to terms with his inevitable attraction to the blonde boy he'd met less than a week ago. And to think- they were going to be together the whole day again! Last night before everyone had gone their separate ways from the park, Aya-chan had said something about the flower shop, and Mamoru had been the first to generously offer his help.
"I don't know much about flowers," he'd said shyly, "but I know what looks good together." Ken still wondered if he'd simply imagined that meaningful glance in his direction... Well, he couldn't in good conscience leave the two to work alone.
"I can help out, too, if you need it."
"Would you?" Ran smiled widely. "It's always just Momoe-san and myself and those awful, giggling school-girls," he'd added with a hint of disgust. Yohji had laughed and shook his head.
"If I weren't married, I'd take you up on that offer in a second. What's wrong with being surrounded by hot babes all day?"
"These girls can be scary," the redhead had explained. Yohji had just shaken his head again, not understanding what the downside to girls fawning all over you could be. He'd also been the first to leave, claiming the "old ball & chain" would have his head and the rest of him if he didn't show up for dinner. Even though he was the only one who hadn't opted to offer help, he promised he'd stop by and bother them a bit. He'd walked away after promising Ken really quickly that he'd get to the bottom of things and clear his name for sure. Ken liked that.
The soccer-star popped himself back to present day and time, and spotted a familiar tuft of bright red hair. The botanist was too busy with unlocking the front door / gate to notice the approaching boy's presence.
"'Morning, Ran," Ken called out. The lock on the gate finally snapped open, and the door was opened in a flash. Finally, Ran turned to him, smile on face.
"Good morning! I didn't expect to see you here so soon!" His surprise was genuine. "Hell, I don't even like being here this early! Mornings are NOT my forte. Just ask Aya-chan. She's the one who has to get me up every morning." Ken chuckled lightheartedly at how easily this man instigated a pleasant conversation, and how easy it was to talk to him.
"Ah, not me. I love mornings. They're beautiful, so full of promise for the rest of the day. When I look at a sunrise, it makes me wonder if my day is going to be as beautiful at the end as it was in the beginning. Kind of makes you put everything into a positive perspective." The flame-haired boy nodded in appreciation for such an outlook, almost wishing he could share it.
"How poetic..." Two sets of eyes cambered to find the source of the unexpected voice standing behind them, azure eyes peering back at chocolate and plum-coloured ones. Ken immediately lightened and smiled at the compliment. Ran blinked.
"Wow... this will be the first time in months I've actually had someone to help me open shop... I can't thank you guys enough for this, really."
"It's our pleasure, I'm sure," the magnate's son piped optimistically. `God, they're BOTH morning people!' Ran groaned mentally. This was going to be a long day. At least he had some people to help lighten the load, and it would be a pleasant change to have people to talk to and keep him company.
"Right, then," he started, leading the duo inside. "I'll show you everything you need to know."
"Irrashaimase!" The door-chime jingled for what had to be the five billionth time that day! Ken would never have expected one simple flower shop to ever be so busy! And yet here it was, barely two o'clock in the afternoon, and the Koneko no Sumu Ie had raked in at least sixty customers, all of them female. The girls all lingered as long as they could, giggling and squealing at the cute bishounen working there. Or, trying to work there. Neither newcomer realized how hard it could be to try and operate a flower shop when there were thirty girls obsequiously making passes at you and all-in-all getting in your way. Around two thirty, Momoe-san came out and told the girls the boys were going on their breaks. With many groans and protests, the flower store emptied in minutes. Ran smiled gratefully at the old woman, who nodded hear head before returning to her rocker and kitty.
"This has definitely been an experience," Mamoru mumbled as he ran a hand through his frayed straw-coloured hair. "Do you deal with this alone every day?"
"It's usually not this bad," Ran sighed. "Ravenous wolves, that's what they are. They're simply disguised as girls..." A few jocular sniggers escaped the boys' mouths. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna use this time to call Aya-chan and see what she's up to."
"We can fix things up in here," Ken volunteered. Ran gave a weary nod and disappeared into the back room. Another thing Ken had learned that day- schoolgirls hard-pressed for a date or even attention from one of the guys working here caused quite a mess. In silence, the two teenagers began cleaning up. Ken couldn't help but steal a glance at his co-worker, who had a placid, satisfied smile on his face. As if feeling the eyes on him, Mamoru looked up, catching Ken's gaze in his own.
"What?" Ken jerked his eyes from those azure depths, feeling a blush threaten his cheeks. He quickly busied himself with wiping trimmings from the counter.
"It's nothing..." he lied. "It was just... your smile. You looked so serene..." Mamoru set down his cloth and leaned back against the counter, framed by flowers. `God, he's beautiful.'
"I like it here," he admitted. "I don't get this kind of feeling at home. I mean, I have practically free reign of the house and the entire estate, I mean, I live there, but... It's lonely. And there's a lot of negativity there. I don't like it. But here...
"Here, I can just hang out and be myself. I don't have standards to live up to. I don't have to be the perfect student or the perfect son or the perfect brother. I don't have to think about `making the family name proud' or any of that crap." He paused, not sure if he was piling too much onto the other boy, but no, Ken was listening intently beside him. He smiled inwardly. Ken was always so attentive, so concerned about him. He felt himself flush ever so delicately under that intense gaze of his... "A- and here, I can just... be." He turned to Ken, his eyes open, sparkling with such hope and life and beauty all at once. "I've always wanted to live like this, you know. Happy and free, without a care in the world." Ken was staring at him with a look in his beautiful eyes that the younger boy had never seen before. He looked amazed and touched and his eyes held that nameless *something* else in them that was uniquely Ken, and... `God, he's beautiful.' Maybe it was because of
their too-close proximity. Maybe it was because of the horribly romantic setting, amidst the sweetheart roses and lily-of-the-valley. Or maybe it was because the two felt what was lying dormant in each of their hearts. Whatever the reason, Ken took that little step forward, twining his arm around Mamoru's waist which he used to pull the lad to him, and kissed him.
God, he tasted so good... Soft and tender and sweet and... Mamoru. The blonde let out a quiet, nearly inaudible mew as he wrapped his arms around the athlete, standing on tiptoes to bring himself closer. Ken was a better kisser than he'd allowed himself to imagine on those sleepless nights inside that huge, lonely mansion, left alone with naught but his thoughts... Suddenly, and without warning, Ken pushed away from the intimate embrace, smacking back into the counter. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, and his chest heaved with the combination of surprise at what he'd done and breath lost as a result of it.
"I- I- I'm sorry!" he blurted out. `Now he's going to tell me that I'm a pervert and a sicko and he's going to tell me to stay away or he'll call the cops and he'll never want to see me again...' After an uncomfortably awkward moment of silence, Ken slowly looked back up. There was pain in those delicate cerulean eyes, and a pang of guilt shot through the older boy.
"Why?" Ken blinked.
"What?"
"Why are you sorry...?" For once in a long time, Ken was absolutely speechless. Was it possible that... he didn't think him a sicko or a pervert? Could he possibly feel... well, feel the same way he had been feeling since he'd first seen the genki youth out on that soccer field?
"I..." Blue eyes stared at him intently, waiting for the rejecting answer he was so sure would come. `I didn't mean to. I'm not like that. Don't expect it to happen again.' He forced himself not to look away, not to cower and hide from the truth. Whatever Ken's answer was, he had to take it. "I... The truth is, I... I like you, Mamoru... You may think I'm a horrible person, but... I won't lie to you.
"Ever since I was little, my parents had told me that it wasn't natural and that it was wrong... But, God, Mamoru, I... It feels so right with you." Ken's heart fell with every passing second of thundering silence. The athlete couldn't even bring himself to look at the object of his affections, who had yet to say a word. Out of the corner of his eyes, Ken saw a movement coming toward him. Forced to look up, he turned and began backing away from the slowly approaching boy, bluntly frightened for his safety... The true Hidaka Ken style kicked in, and he caught his ankle on the corner of a bag of peat moss. Stumbling back, long arms shot out to grab the nearest thing to keep steady. The nearest thing merely happened to be Mamoru. The pair fell with an unceremonious thump, the indicative crash of a vase filled with roses, and a few slightly pained grunts. For the fourth time since they'd met, Ken found himself lying beneath his blonde crush, blushing madly and feeling absolutely
flustered.
"Ken! Daijobu ka?!" Wincing, the brunette nodded. He was doing fine, as long as fine meant a throbbing pain on the back of your head and stars spinning above your eyes. And speaking of eyes... Mamoru stared own at his friend beneath him, open concern written across every feature. He was close enough that Ken could feel his warm breath on his face, their noses almost touching.
"Ma- Mamoru, I just want you to know that even if you don't-" The sentence was left forever unfinished as soft lips touched to his own, finding them something better to concentrate on. Ken was in absolute heaven. The world melted away, and all that remained were the sweet flowers and them.
A telltale jingle from the door-chimes ripped the two out of their makeshift euphoria.
"I- Irrashaimase!" Mamoru called out. Two sets of eyes turned from their precarious positions on the floor, the coffee-coloured set beneath widening.
"KASE!" Dull brown eyes stared at the scene layed out before him with a glimmer of amusement hidden behind them.
"Did I... come at a bad time, Ken?" The young manager stood, grinning at the show played out for him. Both boys immediately jumped up, flustered and blushing furiously, hands busying themselves with brushing off aprons, and eyes darting about everywhere but any of the people in the room.
"No, of course not, Kase... I'm just surprised to see you here." Ken fiddled with the apron strings, an old nervous habit of his. "You didn't tell me you were well again."
"You didn't ask." Ken visibly flinched at the frosty tone held in his best friend's voice. Kase walked nonchalantly over to a small display of Sunflowers and Queen Anne's Lace, gently tracing his fingers over the soft yellow petals, then the tiny white buds. "You also didn't tell me you got a job. What happened to practice?"
"I have off today..." Ken answered slowly. "And I'm just here to help out a friend." Kase turned on him, a less-than-pleased expression written across his features.
"I though that's what you were supposed to be doing with me," he hissed. Ken hung his head in ignominy. He felt a fist lightly tap it up and was forced to look up at Kase's face, which just happened to be smiling. "Hey, at least I'm better, right Ken?" Almost immediately, the tone in the room lightened, along with Ken's heart. Kase was so understanding, so quick to forgive him, no matter what he'd done...
"How'd I get a friend like you, Kase?" Kase simply shrugged in response. His eyes fell past the brown-haired boy to the young blonde standing solitaire an uncomfortable in the back.
"You must be Mamoru," Kase called out. The boy jerked his head up and stared at the tall man. "I've heard so much about you."
"And I, you," Mamoru answered softly, stepping forward to meet Kase's extended hand. He had a firm grip and... something else. Something didn't feel right coming from the older man. His touch was possessive, cold. `I'm out of my mind,' the flaxen teen thought. `Maybe I'm allergic to these flowers or something...'
So this little kid was Mamoru. Kase smiled. `God, it's too simple. Ken always did have good taste in friends. This one is so trusting, so innocent to the wicked ways of the world. He won't even see it coming.' Kase shook his hand. A gentle grip, hesitating and yielding. Perfect. Absofuckinglutely perfect. He wouldn't fight much, and eventually would completely give up and surrender, which would make it much easier on Kase's part. Tying up a struggling person was tougher than it looked, and he didn't want to have to knock the child out. `Soon, so very soon... Three days, little Mamoru, and you're going to make my dreams come true.'
Well, that's it for part 6. I'm finally getting somewhere with Ken & Omi, considering this is a shounen-ai and all. So, um, yeah. It's really late, so I'm gonna get some sleep. Mmm... Sleep... Stay tuned for part seven, same bat-time, same bat-channel.
Kourui