Ok! Here we go into the next chapter, this ones more from Ken's point of view, but there will be times it switches to Aya. As you may have well noticed, by the way I torment him so, that Ken is my favorite character, and the AyaxKen pairing is my fav pairing, though I like Ken with almost anyone but Omi or Nagi...I just don't see Ken as seme for some reason, and those two, except with each other would be anything but uke...^^; bear with.
Warmth...comfort, these two feelings were the first that Ken's groggy mind registered when he started to awake. He cuddled closer, trying to ignore the first warning pains of soreness that ran all over his skin.
" Now what is that fro--oh...right, I must have picked up some cuts last night." He thought to himself, remembering that it was one of those mornings. In his half aware state, the languid athlete relished in the fact that for once, he wasn't sick with the taste of blood filling his mouth, his being, and his soul. "However," his mind nagged at him, seemingly not content with just enjoying the morning, "there seems to be that little matter of something wrapped around you, and it sure ain't that blanket of yours." Hmm, food for though there. Ken opened his eyes and blushed; probably making the blood red hair that draped over his cheek blend into the skin. He froze, taking stock of this new revelation. Ok, this was the situation; he was curled up rather comfortable in Aya's arms, and tucked almost protectively under his chin, with the long, red eartails trailing over his cheek. Ken unfroze and eased up a bit, looking up at Aya's closed eyes, damn, he looked so different when he
was asleep, normal, unicified...human. Ken sighed, this wasn't good. Aya would kill him if he woke up and found Ken in his arms... "Never mind that, " his mind screamed, "what is he doing here in the first place?" oh, good question. What was Aya doing in his bed?
Then Ken remembered what morning it was.
"Oh damn it!" he cried internally, squirming slightly in the hope to escape the embrace he so wanted to remain in, where he felt safe, protected, hidden from the world his other half loathed and wanted to kill, one by one. One intense, violet eye cracked open, and the marble skinned statue awoke. (Ok, awoke in Ken's point of view, we all know he was just faking it though ^^;) Aya yawned, looking for all the world to be a cat awakened from a nap in a luxurious sunbeam. Ken stuttered slightly, using the momentary distraction to wriggle out of Aya's arms and a bit away to the other side of the bed, hoping to all heaven and hell that the stoic man wouldn't notice, or kill him if he had.
"A-Aya, what are you doing in here?" Ken asked nervously. Aya sat up with a huff.
" I brought you home. Must have fallen asleep here..." he said, rubbing those startling purple ice orbs that passed for his eyes.
"You brou---nononononnoo..This isn't happening. No, not at all..." the earth eyed assassin curled up in the corner of the bed, against the wall, away from his Katana wielding superior, who was may I remind you katanaless at the moment. Aya pursed his lips in confusion. " Ken? What are you babbling about?"
"Ok kid, calm down, he probably found you on the front step or something," the babbling boy's mind reasoned, and this was the answer he had for the quaraless thing, " But I don't remember coming home this morning..."
Warmth...comfort, these two feelings were the first that Ken's groggy mind registered when he started to awake. He cuddled closer, trying to ignore the first warning pains of soreness that ran all over his skin.
" Now what is that fro--oh...right, I must have picked up some cuts last night." He thought to himself, remembering that it was one of those mornings. In his half aware state, the languid athlete relished in the fact that for once, he wasn't sick with the taste of blood filling his mouth, his being, and his soul. "However," his mind nagged at him, seemingly not content with just enjoying the morning, "there seems to be that little matter of something wrapped around you, and it sure ain't that blanket of yours." Hmm, food for though there. Ken opened his eyes and blushed; probably making the blood red hair that draped over his cheek blend into the skin. He froze, taking stock of this new revelation. Ok, this was the situation; he was curled up rather comfortable in Aya's arms, and tucked almost protectively under his chin, with the long, red eartails trailing over his cheek. Ken unfroze and eased up a bit, looking up at Aya's closed eyes, damn, he looked so different when he
was asleep, normal, unicified...human. Ken sighed, this wasn't good. Aya would kill him if he woke up and found Ken in his arms... "Never mind that, " his mind screamed, "what is he doing here in the first place?" oh, good question. What was Aya doing in his bed?
Then Ken remembered what morning it was.
"Oh damn it!" he cried internally, squirming slightly in the hope to escape the embrace he so wanted to remain in, where he felt safe, protected, hidden from the world his other half loathed and wanted to kill, one by one. One intense, violet eye cracked open, and the marble skinned statue awoke. (Ok, awoke in Ken's point of view, we all know he was just faking it though ^^;) Aya yawned, looking for all the world to be a cat awakened from a nap in a luxurious sunbeam. Ken stuttered slightly, using the momentary distraction to wriggle out of Aya's arms and a bit away to the other side of the bed, hoping to all heaven and hell that the stoic man wouldn't notice, or kill him if he had.
"A-Aya, what are you doing in here?" Ken asked nervously. Aya sat up with a huff.
" I brought you home. Must have fallen asleep here..." he said, rubbing those startling purple ice orbs that passed for his eyes.
"You brou---nononononnoo..This isn't happening. No, not at all..." the earth eyed assassin curled up in the corner of the bed, against the wall, away from his Katana wielding superior, who was may I remind you katanaless at the moment. Aya pursed his lips in confusion. " Ken? What are you babbling about?"
"Ok kid, calm down, he probably found you on the front step or something," the babbling boy's mind reasoned, and this was the answer he had for the quaraless thing, " But I don't remember coming home this morning..."