Disclaimer: To my great regret, the Weiß and Schwarz boys do not belong to me.
Corollary to above disclaimer: If I owned 'em, they'd all be doing unspeakable things to each other by the 2nd episode of the show. *smirks*
2nd disclaimer: No bishounen were harmed in any way, shape or form in the production of this fic...at least, I don't think anyone's ever died from sexual frustration. ^^;;;;
Author: lorien
Title: If You Were Mine (1/?)
Rating: PG-13
Category: Humour/Romance
Pairings: Ran+Ken, Aya-chan+Yohji, Yohji+Omi, Omi+Nagi/Schu/Ken/everyone but Yohji (never underestimate the power of teenage hormones *g*) ...more pairings will probably come later.
Warnings: fluff, humour, Ran in overprotective-big-brother mode, clueless Ken & Omi, loads and loads of UST (and maybe our boys will eventually get some. *Very* eventually. ^^;;;)
Author's comments: This fic is not meant to be taken seriously in the least. *g* I'm in the middle of exams and I need to write some crap to relieve stress. ^_^ C'mon, if I were writing a serious fic, I wouldn't be quoting a boyband song in here...*grins* (Er, no offence meant to pple who like boybands.)
by lorien
Every time I see your face
But I watch you passing me by
And my sky turns grey
Maybe someday you're gonna see
I'm the one for you
'Til then I'll just have to wait
For my dream to come true
- "If You Were Mine", Boyzone
Ran stared mournfully after Ken as the cheery brunette hefted a huge bag of fertiliser over his shoulder and strolled into the tiny storeroom of the Koneko, whistling as he rearranged the huge bags of dirt so that they could fit neatly. He sighed. Takatori (the lousy @#(*&!!) was dead; Aya-chan had woken up and reclaimed her name; he'd gotten over his minor identity crisis and gone back to calling himself Ran (although he'd kept the earring); he'd even gotten over that tiny thing he thought he'd had for Sakura-chan after Yohji, with his usual tact and subtlety, had pointed out that not only did Sakura-chan look scarily like Aya-chan, but she was also two years younger, and if Ran actually liked her, then he wasn't only showing alarming signs of having a sister complex (!!), but also paedophilic tendencies since Sakura-chan wasn't even eighteen yet.
Yohji had, of course, not gotten away unscathed after that remarkable display of his observational and deductional skills (hey, he hadn't been a private detective for nothing, you know!) - Ran had chased him all over the Koneko, katana in hand, Yohji yelling for help at the top of his lungs all the way. Ken and Omi hadn't been any help at all, slumped in a corner clinging to each other and laughing their asses off. And yet...
...as much as he hated to do so, Ran had to admit that Yohji had had a point. He realised now that what he'd felt for Sakura-chan was nothing more than brotherly affection, and maybe, subconsciously, he'd been trying to find a replacement of sorts for his darling imouto. But nevermind about that...that was all in the past now, and things had definitely taken a turn for the better. In fact, Weiß was off duty for now, the flowers were as popular as ever, it was a gorgeous spring day, and everything was perfect. No, scratch that, almost perfect. Which brought him back to his present dilemma -
Ran had just realised that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't really completely straight. And maybe, if he wasn't really straight, then just maybe...he had feelings for...*gasp*...another male!
To be more specific, said male was currently about three feet away from him, rearranging bags of fertiliser in the Koneko's storeroom, shiny brown bangs worthy of a shampoo ad flopping endearingly into his sea-green eyes, sweat-soaked shirt clinging to his bronzed, muscled body (and what a body!) -
"Ran-kun, why are you drooling?"
Ran started and looked up guiltily, right into the innocently puzzled gaze of his fellow Weiß member, Omi. Sheepishly, he swept the back of his hand across his mouth, and simply grunted noncommittally. Omi blinked. From across the shop, Yohji smirked knowingly at the embarrassed redhead.
Ran glared.
Just then, Aya-chan came bouncing down the stairs, her long hair untied and flying out behind her. She beamed cheerily at everyone. "'Morning, guys!"
Ran's usually serious expression softened, and he smiled slightly at his little sister. "'Morning, imouto."
Ken popped his head out from the storeroom to wish her good morning, as did Omi, who was busily pruning a shrub. Yohji - who didn't appear to be doing anything very much - grinned rakishly at her as he wished her a good morning and said that he hoped she'd slept well.
Bounding over to Yohji, the dark-haired girl plopped herself down on his lap, and purred mischievously, "I'd have slept better if you'd come to my room to keep me company, Yohji-kun...or maybe I wouldn't have slept very much..."
She giggled and pressed closer to Yohji as he choked and sputtered, eyes wide. Then she was abruptly removed from the vicinity of the strawberry blonde's lap as he skittered backward, looking horrified - Ran, with his trusty katana in hand, was advancing menacingly on Yohji, eyes narrowed to threatening slits.
"Do. Not. Mess. With. My. Sister."
"It's not my fault!" Yohji was indignant. "She came and sat on my lap - "
Not the smartest thing to say to an enraged, overprotective, katana-wielding older brother who currently has you backed into a corner, when you're weaponless and basically defenceless.
Yohji squeaked in a decidedly undignified manner and ducked as the katana came whistling down, just missing getting his eyebrows trimmed by about a quarter of an inch.
"But - "
"Die!"
" - it's not - "
"Die!"
" - my - "
"Diieee!"
" - fault!"
"DIEEE!"
"Ten bucks on Ran," Ken whispered to Omi, as the two looked on avidly.
"No way!" Omi shook his head. "Ran's definitely gonna win..."
"Poor Yohji."
The two boys grinned.
"Oniichannnnn..." Aya-chan pouted. "Why must you always be so protective? Yohji-kun is soooo cute..."
Ken and Omi blinked and facefaulted as Aya-chan slipped into her favourite daydream of Yohji, her large purple eyes glazing over as a beatific smile spread over her face.
"Omi! Ken! Heeeeelp!!!!!" Yohji wailed, dashing past the two boys for the umpteenth time, with Aya in hot pursuit. The two younger boys blinked.
"They've been doing that for the past twenty minutes," Ken remarked conversationally to Omi. "Think we should help him?"
"Might as well." Omi chuckled. "I don't think Yohji-kun will last much longer."
"You have a point."
Getting up, the two boys waited for Ran and Yohji to make yet another circle around the shop, and as Yohji dashed past them, Ken and Omi sprang into action...Ken tackled Ran, wrapping his arms around the older boy's waist and sending the two of them crashing to the floor. Agilely ducking Ran's flailing katana, Omi hurriedly grabbed the sharp blade, yanking it out of Ran's hand before he could cause any serious damage to the poor flowershop.
All the air whooshed out of Ran's lungs as he hit the floor hard, and for a second he just lay there, dazed. His first instinct was to get up and finish up his attempt to messily disembowel Yohji, but then he realised that Ken was currently lying on top of him, arms wrapped around his waist...and that was when the hormones kicked in, effectively ridding Ran's oxygen-starved brain of any semblance of coherent thought.
"Ran?" Ken sat up and waved his hand tentatively in front of the redhead's glazed-over eyes. "Ran, you okay?"
Ran blinked rapidly, his eyes clearing. "Uh...yeah..." he muttered intelligently.
Yohji, realising that he was safe for the moment, crept quietly back into the Koneko, eyeing Ran warily.
Omi, meanwhile, was peering worriedly at Aya-chan, whose was still staring into space with a dreamy smile on her face. He poked her tentatively. "Er, Aya-chan? Are you all right?"
Her beatific smile grew wider, and she sighed happily. "Yohji-kun..."
Ran was, thankfully for Yohji, too preoccupied staring at Ken to hear what Aya-chan had said. Stifling a snicker, Omi looked over at the frazzled strawberry blonde. "I think she's thinking about you."
//Damn,// thought Yohji grumpily. //If Omi thinks that there's something between me and Aya-chan, that's totally gonna ruin my chances with Omi...//
Yohji stared mournfully at the kawaii blonde boy who was currently grinning at him.
Aya-chan suddenly snapped out of her daze, and wide purple-blue eyes focused unerringly on Yohji. The girl beamed brilliantly. "Yohji-kun!!"
//Shimatta...// Yohji's eyes widened as Ran, snapping out of his own daze, turned to level a murderous glare at him.
Yohji ran for his life.
TBC...I hope.