Whaaaaaaa! Writer's block go awaaaaaaay! ~Whines~ Well, oh well, here is
the next installment! Enjoy! I'm sorry its short!!!
Trust, a feeling that's hard to come by in the days and lives of incognito assassins, you never know who will keep your secret safe, and who will tell, killing you. Then there's the little things to trust about, your latest crush, your feelings of sorrow & hate, joy & happiness. Ken had trusted once, in a friend. In a friend that had betrayed him not once, but twice, and he had been forced to kill, now, this not only had killed Kase (for those out there who don't know, that's Ken's friend I was referring too) but poor Kenken's fundamental ability to trust anyone, even his team mates at the most deep level. But, could he trust Aya? Yes, he could, he'd proven to be, in Ken's mindset, to be pack, to be Alpha for that matter. What could he do but not trust him.
Aya spoke once more. "Tell me. How long has this been going on?" Ken sighed, relaxing slightly, softening his demeanor.
"I don't know…Its been happening to me ever since I can remember." He said, brushing his long bangs back with his hand, out of his expressive eyes, which Aya so loved to gaze upon.
"Explain." Even though this word upon its self would be clipped, Aya said it softly, so not to cause the boy in front of him to become nervous once more. Only asking for information, not demanding it. The pale man realized that if he was going to get any coherent information from the tanned on in front of him, he would have to remain calm. But not his usual cold calm, but a more comfortable but firm kind.
"Please Aya! I don't know… I don't remember…" Ken stuttered, drawing back, hearing echoes of "Momma Momma" reverberating in his mind.
Aya saw the change in the poor kid's face and backed off. "Alright Ken, I believe you." He said with a sigh, damn it, he really was curious now. "Ah well, take your time Aya, curiosity killed the cat." He thought to himself, and couldn't help adding, "especially when dealing with canines." With that thought came a barely suppressed wiry grin that probably would have scared any one who say the foreign expression on his face.
Aya eventually left, telling Ken to get some more rest. He sighed once he exited that emotion charged room. The tall red head looked around for signs of either Youji or Omi; fully expecting to be ambushed by them for his decision about Ken's little… "Condition". He heard the scrape of a footstep behind him, ah, that would be Omi, Youji would have made more noise then that. The tall red head turned to face the smallest of their number.
"Aya-Kun?" Omi asked, looking up at Aya with his huge blue eyes.
"Yes Omi?" He answered, knowing what was coming.
"What are we going to do about Ken-kun?"
Ah yes, that was the question of the day, what to do with the new side of Ken. "What do you mean Omi? Its his life and we should not interf—" Now it was Aya's turn to be faced with the GBPED's. (AKA Great Big Puppy Eyes of Doom), even he wasn't immune to that particular tactic.
"I mean," said Omi, still pouring on the cuteness, " Are we going to tell Manx that Ken's a werewolf?"
"No." said Aya derisively, brushing back his hair and gazing along the line of a sunbeam, "I for one do not think it is any of her business and I believe it wont cause us anymore problems." You see, Aya was confident in this because unknown to the others, he was rather good with animals and knew a lot of their ways, so, he knew he had established himself, at least subconsciously as someone that was to be listened to in Ken's caninish mind.
"Aya-kun? Are you sure that's wise?" The short genki kid asked.
"It may not be, but it's my decision. Are you contesting it?" He replied steadily.
"No, no I'm not." The kid said smiling; looking for all the world like this was the out come he had wanted.
Unknown to them all, Manx had heard every word.
Night fell, and along with it came restless sleep for everyone. Omi had fallen asleep at the computer, trying to chat and complete physics homework and write up a mission report at the same time after a full shift at the Koneko. Youji had passed out again from an overdose of liquor used to "steady" his nerves. Ok, that was just the excuse he used, I guess he just felt like getting dead drunk. And Aya? Well, he was dreaming of his sister of course. That's what he dreamed about every night.
In Ken's room the moonlight angled along the smooth lithe body like a white shroud. He was awake once more and staring out the window, thinking. He had woken up awhile ago, missing the companionship of his leader, he felt alone, bereft, cut off, well, I think you catch my drift.
Suddenly, a black shadow appeared at the window, punching a hole through the glass and firing something at Ken before he could react. The boy felt numbness creep up from his shoulder where something sharp had pierced his skin. He cried out as the darkness of sedated sleep overtook him, and knew nothing more.
Trust, a feeling that's hard to come by in the days and lives of incognito assassins, you never know who will keep your secret safe, and who will tell, killing you. Then there's the little things to trust about, your latest crush, your feelings of sorrow & hate, joy & happiness. Ken had trusted once, in a friend. In a friend that had betrayed him not once, but twice, and he had been forced to kill, now, this not only had killed Kase (for those out there who don't know, that's Ken's friend I was referring too) but poor Kenken's fundamental ability to trust anyone, even his team mates at the most deep level. But, could he trust Aya? Yes, he could, he'd proven to be, in Ken's mindset, to be pack, to be Alpha for that matter. What could he do but not trust him.
Aya spoke once more. "Tell me. How long has this been going on?" Ken sighed, relaxing slightly, softening his demeanor.
"I don't know…Its been happening to me ever since I can remember." He said, brushing his long bangs back with his hand, out of his expressive eyes, which Aya so loved to gaze upon.
"Explain." Even though this word upon its self would be clipped, Aya said it softly, so not to cause the boy in front of him to become nervous once more. Only asking for information, not demanding it. The pale man realized that if he was going to get any coherent information from the tanned on in front of him, he would have to remain calm. But not his usual cold calm, but a more comfortable but firm kind.
"Please Aya! I don't know… I don't remember…" Ken stuttered, drawing back, hearing echoes of "Momma Momma" reverberating in his mind.
Aya saw the change in the poor kid's face and backed off. "Alright Ken, I believe you." He said with a sigh, damn it, he really was curious now. "Ah well, take your time Aya, curiosity killed the cat." He thought to himself, and couldn't help adding, "especially when dealing with canines." With that thought came a barely suppressed wiry grin that probably would have scared any one who say the foreign expression on his face.
Aya eventually left, telling Ken to get some more rest. He sighed once he exited that emotion charged room. The tall red head looked around for signs of either Youji or Omi; fully expecting to be ambushed by them for his decision about Ken's little… "Condition". He heard the scrape of a footstep behind him, ah, that would be Omi, Youji would have made more noise then that. The tall red head turned to face the smallest of their number.
"Aya-Kun?" Omi asked, looking up at Aya with his huge blue eyes.
"Yes Omi?" He answered, knowing what was coming.
"What are we going to do about Ken-kun?"
Ah yes, that was the question of the day, what to do with the new side of Ken. "What do you mean Omi? Its his life and we should not interf—" Now it was Aya's turn to be faced with the GBPED's. (AKA Great Big Puppy Eyes of Doom), even he wasn't immune to that particular tactic.
"I mean," said Omi, still pouring on the cuteness, " Are we going to tell Manx that Ken's a werewolf?"
"No." said Aya derisively, brushing back his hair and gazing along the line of a sunbeam, "I for one do not think it is any of her business and I believe it wont cause us anymore problems." You see, Aya was confident in this because unknown to the others, he was rather good with animals and knew a lot of their ways, so, he knew he had established himself, at least subconsciously as someone that was to be listened to in Ken's caninish mind.
"Aya-kun? Are you sure that's wise?" The short genki kid asked.
"It may not be, but it's my decision. Are you contesting it?" He replied steadily.
"No, no I'm not." The kid said smiling; looking for all the world like this was the out come he had wanted.
Unknown to them all, Manx had heard every word.
Night fell, and along with it came restless sleep for everyone. Omi had fallen asleep at the computer, trying to chat and complete physics homework and write up a mission report at the same time after a full shift at the Koneko. Youji had passed out again from an overdose of liquor used to "steady" his nerves. Ok, that was just the excuse he used, I guess he just felt like getting dead drunk. And Aya? Well, he was dreaming of his sister of course. That's what he dreamed about every night.
In Ken's room the moonlight angled along the smooth lithe body like a white shroud. He was awake once more and staring out the window, thinking. He had woken up awhile ago, missing the companionship of his leader, he felt alone, bereft, cut off, well, I think you catch my drift.
Suddenly, a black shadow appeared at the window, punching a hole through the glass and firing something at Ken before he could react. The boy felt numbness creep up from his shoulder where something sharp had pierced his skin. He cried out as the darkness of sedated sleep overtook him, and knew nothing more.