Disclaimer:
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
The setting/character descriptions are based on the manga, 'An Assassin And White Shaman.' So, for those of you who haven't read it, here are a couple of things that are different from the anime:
- Yoji's a brunette, not a blonde
- each of the boys have their own apartment; Yoji and Omi on one floor, Ken and Aya on top of them
Warnings: Rated for "potty-mouth" language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
***
'Thank You's: I really enjoyed writing this fic -- a reason why I'm taking a small break from "The Baby-Sitter" -- and I hope I continue to receive positive reviews for it! Here is a small list of those I'd like to personally thank:
Kamara, Jin, fei, Ayako, Lazy Person, Nauta Iupiter, VioletDeath, and Keeshe!
***
Revealing Myself:
Chapter Two: Spend Some Time With Him
How could I have gotten myself into this mess? How could Omi and Yoji talk me into this mess? How could I have -let- Omi and Yoji talk me into this mess?
Right now, I find myself in front of Aya's apartment door, my hand raised to ring the doorbell. However, I don't think my finger wants to cooperate with me. Oh well, too bad. I guess I'm gonna have to tell Omi and Yoji that this was all a big mistake.
Getting confused? Let me rewind a bit.
You've seen how the day had started out; just like any other normal weekday. You've seen how I was confronted by two of my supposed "best friends", who decided to tell me, then and there, in the middle of the shop, when Aya was -right there-, that they thought that -I- was gay.
Crazy, eh? [1]
I mean, I -can't- be gay! There has not been one thing that has even so much as -hinted- that I was homosexual. Not -one- little fuckin' thing!
What do -you- think? Have you ever seen me parading around my room, singing to the latest Britney Spears song, with an imaginary microphone? Have you ever heard me say "like" before every sentence? Have you ever seen my hair multi-coloured?
Besides, I've had girlfriends. I've dated people of the opposite se -- er, gender! I've had a crush on the most popular girl at school, I've collected pictures of women in swimsuits, I had -almost- gone to Australia with Yuriko, and I'm pretty sure she's female!
Unfortunately, that list of -very- convincing points did not phase Yoji and Omi. I ended up being forced into cleaner, less wrinkled clothing, dragged out of my room, and forced into listening their "ingenious" plan.
'Talk to him, KenKen.'
'Spend some time with him, KenKen.'
Hah. Easy for you to say, Yotan. -You're- not the one being forced to "spend time" with our fearless leader.
Which brings me to my current situation.
Looking towards my right, I see Yoji and Omi hiding behind the side of the building. Omi gives me a thumbs up sign, grinning from ear to ear, while Yoji mouths the words "Go get him".
I puff out a huge sigh. Might as well face him now, and get it over with.
My finger finally finishes its agonizing trip to the doorbell, and I hear the faint ring coming from the inside. I clutch, tightly, at the video tape and microwave popcorn package I had brought with me, hoping against hope that maybe Aya had decided to disappear for the night. Apparently, fate held a grudge against assassins; I realize this when I see the door open a couple of inches, revealing a small part of my leader's face.
"Yes?" he asks, looking like I interrupted something very important.
"Uh... H-Hi..." Nice going, Doofus. What a way to greet someone.
He arches a slim eyebrow at me, waiting for me to explain my presence.
"I-I... I h-have this movie," I lift up my arm, holding the tape. "You w- wanna watch it, with me?"
He eyes the tape, suspiciously. Jeez, you'd think I'm known for setting bombs into household appliances for him to look at me like that!
"Why don't you ask the others?" he finally replies.
"Yoji's at the club, and Omi's busy on the computer." I tell him. Did that sound rehearsed to you?
He looks at the tape, some more. "What movie is it?" he asks.
"'A Beautiful Mind'." You didn't think I was interested in those kind of movies, did you? Well, I'm not. Omi chose it for me.
After a very uncomfortable silence, Aya finally nods his head and opens his door wider to allow me entry.
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I step into the apartment, and made sure to land directly on the "welcome" mat. I took care to take off my shoes, before walking into the very neat and clean living room.
I've never really stepped foot into his home, before now. I've seen glances of it whenever I call him down for a meeting or a meal, but I've never actually been -inside-. Because of this, I never realized how... -clean- it was, compared to my own apartment. His home was the exact mirror image of my own, except for the lack of socks, sports equipment, and the likes strewn about the room. I wonder how he does it, keeping the place so clean. I only clean my own if I were expecting company, and even then it was never -this- nice.
I settle myself on his couch, across from his television set, and place the video tape and popcorn on his coffee table. I take a look around, once more, noticing that a thick book was placed face-down on the couch, beside me. I must have interrupted his reading time.
I watch him pick up the tape, and walk over towards the VCR. I make myself more comfortable, lifting my legs up off the floor and settling them on the couch. He walks back towards the couch, and settles himself on the right of me. We wait for the tape to rewind.
Okay, then. Should I start a conversation?
"So..." I begin. He doesn't acknowledge me, doesn't even move his eyes towards me.
"Have you seen this movie, before?" I ask, turning my head slightly towards him.
He shakes his head.
Well, at least I got an answer from him.
"I heard it was really good." He doesn't respond, this time.
I sigh in defeat, and we wait together, for what seems to be an eternity.
Finally, he speaks. "Who's the director?"
I smile a bit, as I turn my head, once again. "It's a Ron Howard film." I reply.
We hear the whirring and clicking noises of the VCR, signaling its end. Aya pushes the "play" button on his remote control, and we watch the screen flicker from the warnings, the previews, and finally the film.
Alright, so watching a movie with him isn't -so- bad. I don't have to deal with loud conversationalists, so that's a plus. Unfortunately, I find myself -wanting- to talk to someone. No offense Howard, but this movie doesn't exactly hold the most exciting scenes I've ever seen. [2] I just don't find myself interested in a guy who's hobby is writing complicated equations on a window. I mean, the guy doesn't even know that you shouldn't be mentioning se -- intercourse with a girl when you're first meeting her. No wonder he got slapped in the face.
Okay, enough movie reviewing, time for some Aya reviewing.
I still can't believe Yoji and Omi talked me into this. I still can't believe that they think I'm -attracted- to Aya! Aya of all people! And a man nonetheless! I don't find anything attractive about him. Not one thing. Who would want to go out with an iceberg? They cause disasters, like the Titanic.
Alright, so maybe I -do- think that he's handsome. I mean, look at him! He has beautiful, amethyst eyes, a strong body, soft-looking hair, and a firm jaw...
Stop. I need to stop. I -do not- find him attractive. Well, he is attractive, but not for me. For girls. Gay men.
And I am -not- gay. No-Siree-Bob.
So, why do I find myself staring at his profile more often than the screen set before me?
Argh! Stop, Hidaka! Stop -looking- at him!
I start to fidget with my hands in my lap, and I decide that I can't stand sitting there beside him anymore. That's when I realize that the package of popcorn is still on the coffee table.
I get up, quickly rise from the couch, and grab the popcorn. Russell Crowe can wait.
"I... Uh... I-I'm gonna make us some popcorn." I stammer out. I make a run for the kitchen.
Once there, I rip the plastic covering the package, before spreading it out and throwing it in the microwave. Setting the time at three minutes, I lean back against the counter and close me eyes. Why am I so nervous, all of a sudden? I never had this problem, before. 'Your friends never told you, you were gay, either.' a voice informs me. I sigh, raking my right hand through my unruly hair. I can even feel my hands shaking!
I open one of the cupboards, searching for a cup. I easily spot one, his kitchen being as organized as his living room, and grab for it. I fill it up with some tap water, before gulping it all down. Wiping my mouth with my hand, I place the empty glass into the sink. I hear the beep of the microwave, and wait for it to cool down. I don't think I have the courage to go back out there.
I can't be gay. Really! I can't! From as far back as I can remember, I've always been attracted to girls. There was no doubt about it! So why this nervous feeling for my redheaded leader?
Am I really -- gulp -- gay? Or maybe I'm bisexual, like Yoji. Maybe I swing both ways, as Yoji would put it. Or maybe, I'm just gay.
I can't think about it, right now. I look through some more cupboards, before finally finding a big, plastic bowl. Grabbing it, I set it down on the kitchen counter, and walk towards the microwave. I take out the popcorn, shake it a bit, open it up, and dump it into the bowl. After cleaning up the small mess I made, I collect myself before walking back to the living room.
I see that Aya hasn't moved from his position on the couch. Walking over, I prepare to set the bowl on the coffee table.
Unfortunately, I just had to ruin a perfectly, simple action. I don't know how I was able to get my foot caught at the corner of the couch's leg. I don't know how I was able to trip over my own feet. I don't know how my arms reflexively lifted itself over my head. And I certainly don't know how my arms could have let the bowl go.
It was as if the whole scene went into slow-motion just to spite me. I watch, my mouth open wide, as the bowl does a somersault over Aya's clean couch, and land itself on the redhead's beautiful hair.
For an instant, the room was suddenly quiet, save for the sounds coming from the television set. It was a very -long- instant.
I watch, silently, as my leader lifts the bowl from his head, revealing his beautiful eyes. Even from my angle, I can tell that his brows are furrowed and his jaw is set. Luckily, he isn't looking at me right now, but staring straight ahead.
He slowly gets up, and I quickly move out of the way. I watch him walk through the small hallway and enter his bathroom.
The door slams shut, behind him.
I stare at the closed door. What. Just. Happened?
Oh my God! Oh my God! He's gonna kill me! I just poured popcorn all over his beautiful hair and face! Now he's gonna hunt me down with that katana of his, and chop me up into little tiny pieces, that won't even be big enough to rot!
Hidaka! You stupid, stupid, stupid, -stupid- idiot!
Waking up from my silent panic attack, I make a run for the door. Stuffing my feet into my shoes, I slam open the door and run for my life. I don't want to be anywhere -near- Aya, right now. His silence told me just how angry he was. Instead, I run down the stairs, towards Omi's apartment. I start pounding on his door, screaming for him to open it up. I don't even remember that the doorbell is right there.
"Omi! Omi! Help!" I cry. I hear the pounding of footsteps from the other side, and it feels like an eternity before he finally opens the door.
"What? What?" he asks me, his eyes equally as wide as mine. You'd be scared, too, if there was a maniac just one floor above you.
I bolt inside. For now, this is probably the safest place to be. Omi could talk to Aya, and convince him that trying to kill me is just a big waste of time.
I start to sputter out an explanation of what had just happened. It's not until a moment later that I realize Yoji was in the living room, as well.
I stare at the older man, who was currently lounging on Omi's couch. He's giving me an amused look.
"Don't give me that look!" I cry out, in defense. "It was so scary! He just sat there, and stared at the T.V. screen like nothing had happened! And then, he just got up and went into the bathroom! But even though he -seemed- calm, he -wasn't-! I could just -feel- the anger radiating from his body!"
Yoji and Omi give me a look, as if I've lost my mind.
I growl, in frustration. "I'm being serious! You would run, too, if you saw the look in his eyes! He looked like a maniac! I'm sure he's gonna come look for me, when he's done cleaning up. Omi! You've gotta tell him that I'm sorry for what I did! -You gotta save me-!"
Omi sighs, and nods his head. "If he even comes to look for you, Ken-kun." he adds.
That doesn't reassure me one bit.
"Omi!" I cry out.
"Ken-kun. I'm sure he's not angry with you!"
"Yeah, he's probably just annoyed with you." Yoji puts in.
That doesn't reassure me, either.
"Besides," Omi continues, sending a dark glare towards the lanky brunette. "You can't be scared of him your whole life, if you're going to continue with our plan."
I stare at the two expectant faces.
Continue?
With their plan?
"P-Plan?" I ask, dreading what the answer might be.
"That was just the first step to winning his heart, KenKen." Yoji informs me. "You're gonna need a lot of work to get him to go out with you."
I swear, I could hear my heart splatter inside my body. Have you ever met someone who has had a heart attack at age nineteen? Well, now you know someone.
I bolt for the door. I feel like history is repeating itself.
I run to the only place that can protect me from all of these psychos I call "friends".
My own room.
... To Be Continued.
***
[1] I'm Canadian! Deal with it!
[2] I really liked that movie. I was just trying to think the same way Ken would. He'd probably be more interested in action movies, instead of drama and angst.
***
Did You Know...?
Ken: Did you know that out of all of the different species of tigers, the Siberian tiger is the most endangered one of all? Just thought you'd like to know.
Cece: *clings onto Ken, sobbing* So sad! You evil poachers! Evil! Evil! Evil!
Omi: Why are you holding onto Ken-kun so tightly?
Cece: Because Ken's codename is Siberian, so he's the closest thing to a Siberian tiger as I can get.
Yoji: Yeah, right. Just another excuse to touch KenKen.
Cece: *grins mischievously*
Ran: *takes Ken away, growling* Mine.
Cece: *stomps foot and pouts*
Author's Notes: Are you terrified? Mortified? Petrified? Stupefied... By me?
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
The setting/character descriptions are based on the manga, 'An Assassin And White Shaman.' So, for those of you who haven't read it, here are a couple of things that are different from the anime:
- Yoji's a brunette, not a blonde
- each of the boys have their own apartment; Yoji and Omi on one floor, Ken and Aya on top of them
Warnings: Rated for "potty-mouth" language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
***
'Thank You's: I really enjoyed writing this fic -- a reason why I'm taking a small break from "The Baby-Sitter" -- and I hope I continue to receive positive reviews for it! Here is a small list of those I'd like to personally thank:
Kamara, Jin, fei, Ayako, Lazy Person, Nauta Iupiter, VioletDeath, and Keeshe!
***
Revealing Myself:
Chapter Two: Spend Some Time With Him
How could I have gotten myself into this mess? How could Omi and Yoji talk me into this mess? How could I have -let- Omi and Yoji talk me into this mess?
Right now, I find myself in front of Aya's apartment door, my hand raised to ring the doorbell. However, I don't think my finger wants to cooperate with me. Oh well, too bad. I guess I'm gonna have to tell Omi and Yoji that this was all a big mistake.
Getting confused? Let me rewind a bit.
You've seen how the day had started out; just like any other normal weekday. You've seen how I was confronted by two of my supposed "best friends", who decided to tell me, then and there, in the middle of the shop, when Aya was -right there-, that they thought that -I- was gay.
Crazy, eh? [1]
I mean, I -can't- be gay! There has not been one thing that has even so much as -hinted- that I was homosexual. Not -one- little fuckin' thing!
What do -you- think? Have you ever seen me parading around my room, singing to the latest Britney Spears song, with an imaginary microphone? Have you ever heard me say "like" before every sentence? Have you ever seen my hair multi-coloured?
Besides, I've had girlfriends. I've dated people of the opposite se -- er, gender! I've had a crush on the most popular girl at school, I've collected pictures of women in swimsuits, I had -almost- gone to Australia with Yuriko, and I'm pretty sure she's female!
Unfortunately, that list of -very- convincing points did not phase Yoji and Omi. I ended up being forced into cleaner, less wrinkled clothing, dragged out of my room, and forced into listening their "ingenious" plan.
'Talk to him, KenKen.'
'Spend some time with him, KenKen.'
Hah. Easy for you to say, Yotan. -You're- not the one being forced to "spend time" with our fearless leader.
Which brings me to my current situation.
Looking towards my right, I see Yoji and Omi hiding behind the side of the building. Omi gives me a thumbs up sign, grinning from ear to ear, while Yoji mouths the words "Go get him".
I puff out a huge sigh. Might as well face him now, and get it over with.
My finger finally finishes its agonizing trip to the doorbell, and I hear the faint ring coming from the inside. I clutch, tightly, at the video tape and microwave popcorn package I had brought with me, hoping against hope that maybe Aya had decided to disappear for the night. Apparently, fate held a grudge against assassins; I realize this when I see the door open a couple of inches, revealing a small part of my leader's face.
"Yes?" he asks, looking like I interrupted something very important.
"Uh... H-Hi..." Nice going, Doofus. What a way to greet someone.
He arches a slim eyebrow at me, waiting for me to explain my presence.
"I-I... I h-have this movie," I lift up my arm, holding the tape. "You w- wanna watch it, with me?"
He eyes the tape, suspiciously. Jeez, you'd think I'm known for setting bombs into household appliances for him to look at me like that!
"Why don't you ask the others?" he finally replies.
"Yoji's at the club, and Omi's busy on the computer." I tell him. Did that sound rehearsed to you?
He looks at the tape, some more. "What movie is it?" he asks.
"'A Beautiful Mind'." You didn't think I was interested in those kind of movies, did you? Well, I'm not. Omi chose it for me.
After a very uncomfortable silence, Aya finally nods his head and opens his door wider to allow me entry.
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I step into the apartment, and made sure to land directly on the "welcome" mat. I took care to take off my shoes, before walking into the very neat and clean living room.
I've never really stepped foot into his home, before now. I've seen glances of it whenever I call him down for a meeting or a meal, but I've never actually been -inside-. Because of this, I never realized how... -clean- it was, compared to my own apartment. His home was the exact mirror image of my own, except for the lack of socks, sports equipment, and the likes strewn about the room. I wonder how he does it, keeping the place so clean. I only clean my own if I were expecting company, and even then it was never -this- nice.
I settle myself on his couch, across from his television set, and place the video tape and popcorn on his coffee table. I take a look around, once more, noticing that a thick book was placed face-down on the couch, beside me. I must have interrupted his reading time.
I watch him pick up the tape, and walk over towards the VCR. I make myself more comfortable, lifting my legs up off the floor and settling them on the couch. He walks back towards the couch, and settles himself on the right of me. We wait for the tape to rewind.
Okay, then. Should I start a conversation?
"So..." I begin. He doesn't acknowledge me, doesn't even move his eyes towards me.
"Have you seen this movie, before?" I ask, turning my head slightly towards him.
He shakes his head.
Well, at least I got an answer from him.
"I heard it was really good." He doesn't respond, this time.
I sigh in defeat, and we wait together, for what seems to be an eternity.
Finally, he speaks. "Who's the director?"
I smile a bit, as I turn my head, once again. "It's a Ron Howard film." I reply.
We hear the whirring and clicking noises of the VCR, signaling its end. Aya pushes the "play" button on his remote control, and we watch the screen flicker from the warnings, the previews, and finally the film.
Alright, so watching a movie with him isn't -so- bad. I don't have to deal with loud conversationalists, so that's a plus. Unfortunately, I find myself -wanting- to talk to someone. No offense Howard, but this movie doesn't exactly hold the most exciting scenes I've ever seen. [2] I just don't find myself interested in a guy who's hobby is writing complicated equations on a window. I mean, the guy doesn't even know that you shouldn't be mentioning se -- intercourse with a girl when you're first meeting her. No wonder he got slapped in the face.
Okay, enough movie reviewing, time for some Aya reviewing.
I still can't believe Yoji and Omi talked me into this. I still can't believe that they think I'm -attracted- to Aya! Aya of all people! And a man nonetheless! I don't find anything attractive about him. Not one thing. Who would want to go out with an iceberg? They cause disasters, like the Titanic.
Alright, so maybe I -do- think that he's handsome. I mean, look at him! He has beautiful, amethyst eyes, a strong body, soft-looking hair, and a firm jaw...
Stop. I need to stop. I -do not- find him attractive. Well, he is attractive, but not for me. For girls. Gay men.
And I am -not- gay. No-Siree-Bob.
So, why do I find myself staring at his profile more often than the screen set before me?
Argh! Stop, Hidaka! Stop -looking- at him!
I start to fidget with my hands in my lap, and I decide that I can't stand sitting there beside him anymore. That's when I realize that the package of popcorn is still on the coffee table.
I get up, quickly rise from the couch, and grab the popcorn. Russell Crowe can wait.
"I... Uh... I-I'm gonna make us some popcorn." I stammer out. I make a run for the kitchen.
Once there, I rip the plastic covering the package, before spreading it out and throwing it in the microwave. Setting the time at three minutes, I lean back against the counter and close me eyes. Why am I so nervous, all of a sudden? I never had this problem, before. 'Your friends never told you, you were gay, either.' a voice informs me. I sigh, raking my right hand through my unruly hair. I can even feel my hands shaking!
I open one of the cupboards, searching for a cup. I easily spot one, his kitchen being as organized as his living room, and grab for it. I fill it up with some tap water, before gulping it all down. Wiping my mouth with my hand, I place the empty glass into the sink. I hear the beep of the microwave, and wait for it to cool down. I don't think I have the courage to go back out there.
I can't be gay. Really! I can't! From as far back as I can remember, I've always been attracted to girls. There was no doubt about it! So why this nervous feeling for my redheaded leader?
Am I really -- gulp -- gay? Or maybe I'm bisexual, like Yoji. Maybe I swing both ways, as Yoji would put it. Or maybe, I'm just gay.
I can't think about it, right now. I look through some more cupboards, before finally finding a big, plastic bowl. Grabbing it, I set it down on the kitchen counter, and walk towards the microwave. I take out the popcorn, shake it a bit, open it up, and dump it into the bowl. After cleaning up the small mess I made, I collect myself before walking back to the living room.
I see that Aya hasn't moved from his position on the couch. Walking over, I prepare to set the bowl on the coffee table.
Unfortunately, I just had to ruin a perfectly, simple action. I don't know how I was able to get my foot caught at the corner of the couch's leg. I don't know how I was able to trip over my own feet. I don't know how my arms reflexively lifted itself over my head. And I certainly don't know how my arms could have let the bowl go.
It was as if the whole scene went into slow-motion just to spite me. I watch, my mouth open wide, as the bowl does a somersault over Aya's clean couch, and land itself on the redhead's beautiful hair.
For an instant, the room was suddenly quiet, save for the sounds coming from the television set. It was a very -long- instant.
I watch, silently, as my leader lifts the bowl from his head, revealing his beautiful eyes. Even from my angle, I can tell that his brows are furrowed and his jaw is set. Luckily, he isn't looking at me right now, but staring straight ahead.
He slowly gets up, and I quickly move out of the way. I watch him walk through the small hallway and enter his bathroom.
The door slams shut, behind him.
I stare at the closed door. What. Just. Happened?
Oh my God! Oh my God! He's gonna kill me! I just poured popcorn all over his beautiful hair and face! Now he's gonna hunt me down with that katana of his, and chop me up into little tiny pieces, that won't even be big enough to rot!
Hidaka! You stupid, stupid, stupid, -stupid- idiot!
Waking up from my silent panic attack, I make a run for the door. Stuffing my feet into my shoes, I slam open the door and run for my life. I don't want to be anywhere -near- Aya, right now. His silence told me just how angry he was. Instead, I run down the stairs, towards Omi's apartment. I start pounding on his door, screaming for him to open it up. I don't even remember that the doorbell is right there.
"Omi! Omi! Help!" I cry. I hear the pounding of footsteps from the other side, and it feels like an eternity before he finally opens the door.
"What? What?" he asks me, his eyes equally as wide as mine. You'd be scared, too, if there was a maniac just one floor above you.
I bolt inside. For now, this is probably the safest place to be. Omi could talk to Aya, and convince him that trying to kill me is just a big waste of time.
I start to sputter out an explanation of what had just happened. It's not until a moment later that I realize Yoji was in the living room, as well.
I stare at the older man, who was currently lounging on Omi's couch. He's giving me an amused look.
"Don't give me that look!" I cry out, in defense. "It was so scary! He just sat there, and stared at the T.V. screen like nothing had happened! And then, he just got up and went into the bathroom! But even though he -seemed- calm, he -wasn't-! I could just -feel- the anger radiating from his body!"
Yoji and Omi give me a look, as if I've lost my mind.
I growl, in frustration. "I'm being serious! You would run, too, if you saw the look in his eyes! He looked like a maniac! I'm sure he's gonna come look for me, when he's done cleaning up. Omi! You've gotta tell him that I'm sorry for what I did! -You gotta save me-!"
Omi sighs, and nods his head. "If he even comes to look for you, Ken-kun." he adds.
That doesn't reassure me one bit.
"Omi!" I cry out.
"Ken-kun. I'm sure he's not angry with you!"
"Yeah, he's probably just annoyed with you." Yoji puts in.
That doesn't reassure me, either.
"Besides," Omi continues, sending a dark glare towards the lanky brunette. "You can't be scared of him your whole life, if you're going to continue with our plan."
I stare at the two expectant faces.
Continue?
With their plan?
"P-Plan?" I ask, dreading what the answer might be.
"That was just the first step to winning his heart, KenKen." Yoji informs me. "You're gonna need a lot of work to get him to go out with you."
I swear, I could hear my heart splatter inside my body. Have you ever met someone who has had a heart attack at age nineteen? Well, now you know someone.
I bolt for the door. I feel like history is repeating itself.
I run to the only place that can protect me from all of these psychos I call "friends".
My own room.
... To Be Continued.
***
[1] I'm Canadian! Deal with it!
[2] I really liked that movie. I was just trying to think the same way Ken would. He'd probably be more interested in action movies, instead of drama and angst.
***
Did You Know...?
Ken: Did you know that out of all of the different species of tigers, the Siberian tiger is the most endangered one of all? Just thought you'd like to know.
Cece: *clings onto Ken, sobbing* So sad! You evil poachers! Evil! Evil! Evil!
Omi: Why are you holding onto Ken-kun so tightly?
Cece: Because Ken's codename is Siberian, so he's the closest thing to a Siberian tiger as I can get.
Yoji: Yeah, right. Just another excuse to touch KenKen.
Cece: *grins mischievously*
Ran: *takes Ken away, growling* Mine.
Cece: *stomps foot and pouts*
Author's Notes: Are you terrified? Mortified? Petrified? Stupefied... By me?