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.
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'Thank You's: Thank you Jin, Kamara, Shinigami, and fei for you support!
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Revealing Myself:
Chapter Three: Work With Him
Loud banging.
"Ken-kun! Open the door!"
"Ken! C'mon! You can't stay in there forever!"
Oh yeah? Watch me.
More banging, some pounding.
"Ken-kun! We want to talk to you!"
"Nobody here, but us, squirrels!" I respond.
I can faintly hear a light sighing noise. Did they give up?
'Pound! Pound!'
Nope, guess not.
I hear some whispering, but I can't make out any of the words. After a moment, I hear retreating footsteps.
They gave up? No way, they must be up to something.
I consider opening the door and stepping out, just to see what is going on. But then I remember that Aya could walk out of his apartment at any minute.
It's much safer in here.
I glance at my digital watch on my left wrist. 3:42 am. I take a deep breath. It has only been a couple of hours since that great disaster. Oh, how I wish Aya had a short-term memory. Then, maybe, I would be safe from his wrath. Aya's wrath. I shudder, just thinking about it. I can just picture him unsheathing his katana, and pointing the sharp end of it at me. I have no doubt that he sharpens it, regularly.
I continue to sit on the ground with my back against the front door. I strain my ears to see if I could listen to any hushed voices. Are Yoji and Omi planning a way to break in? Are they going to dig a hole into one of the walls, like those prisoners I see in the movies? Movies... 'A Beautiful Mind.' I growl, low in my throat. Stop thinking about what happened! But I can't stop myself. That must have been the most embarrassing thing I've ever done.
Which is why I should -not- be thinking about it.
I look down on the ground, and decide to count the tiles. Bored? Very.
It isn't long until I fall asleep. I am waken up by the sun beaming down on me, through the nearest window. I squint my eyes, trying to figure out where I am. My back is aching and my ass is sore. I rub the sleep from my eyes, and slowly rise to my feet. I bring my arms up, high above my head, and stretch out all of the kinks in my body. I glance at my watch; 9:48 am. For a moment, I wonder why I'm here. Then, all of the events of the previous night come crashing down on me. I groan, and slump back onto the floor.
So, so embarrassing.
Pounding behind me. Were Yoji and Omi there the whole night?
"Hey! KenKen! Manx is here." the eldest hunter informs me.
"I'll be there in a moment." I tell him.
I hear him leave.
I get up again, and walk towards my bedroom. Grabbing another T-shirt and baggy, blue jeans, I enter my bathroom and prepare myself for the day.
By the time I finished cleaning up, it was ten o'clock. I stuff my feet into my sneakers, and walk out. However, when I close the door behind me, I am met with a terrible surprise.
I had just noticed Omi at my side, before I could even think. My two torturers pounce on me. Omi wound his slim arms around my waist, while Yoji grabbed onto my flailing arms. I gave a loud yelp.
"You're not going anywhere, Ken-kun!" Omi declares, grinning triumphantly.
"W-What?" Jeez! What a way to greet someone a good morning!
"You're going along with our plan, Ken, and that's -that-!" Yoji says, sternly, but I can still see his lips twitch upwards in a smile.
"B-But..." They ignore me, while they drag my body down the stairs, and into Omi's apartment.
They drop me on the living room couch.
"Now," Yoji starts, placing his hands on his hips. "Let's see what the next step will be."
"Ken-kun should spend more time with him. The movie thing was too short." Omi suggests.
"Hm, that's true. How about a night club?"
"Nah, Aya-kun doesn't like that stuff."
"Another movie?"
"Ken-kun might spill popcorn on him again."
"A carnival?"
"Can you picture Aya-kun going on a roller-coaster?"
"Yeah, you've got a point."
"How about a nice walk around town?"
"That's a great idea! You can be so smart, Omitchi!" Yoji ruffles the teenager's hair a bit. Omi scowls.
I finally wake up from my stupor, and speak. "B-But... Isn't Manx waiting for us?"
The two stare at me for a long moment.
Yoji smacks me upside the head.
"Ow! Yoji!" I rub at the rosy mark.
"Stop being so dense, KenKen. Manx isn't here." he tells me.
They tricked me. They tricked me!
I give them my best glare. It can't compete with Aya's, but it's a glare nonetheless.
"You and Aya-kun have the first shift, this morning." Omi informs me.
My eyes widen. I glance at my watch again. 10:16 am.
Shit! Aya's gonna -kill- me! I'm late!
"Shit!" I cry out in despair. "I'm -so- late!"
I make a run for the door, but I feel myself being held back by a pair of strong hands.
"Wait a second, Ken." Yoji tells me. "We still need to form a plan of some sort."
"Plan?" I ask, incredulously. "You're still talking about a -plan-? I'm already on his bad side, and if I don't go down there, right now, he's gonna have my head!"
"Ask him to take a walk with you!" Omi speaks up, smiling brightly.
"W-What? Are you -nuts-?"
"Ken-kun!" he stomps his foot, scowling. Uh-oh. Temper tantrum.
I wrench my arm away for Yoji's grip, and make a run for the door.
***
I am now calmly, and quietly, watering some plants by the window display. I haven't tripped, I haven't spilled anything, I haven't dropped anything.
I sneak a glance towards the redhead by the counter. He didn't yell at me, or demand a reason why I was late.
I seem to be safe from his wrath, for now.
So far, so good. Yoji and Omi haven't spoken to me, ever since I ran out this morning. Yoji went out with some girl, and Omi is preparing to make a delivery.
"Ken-kun?" he asks me.
I turn towards him. "Yep?"
"Could you pick up a few things from 'Home Depot'? Here's a list of things we're running out of." He hands me a slip of paper.
I walk over to him and take the list, skimming it over. "Sure, no problem." I tell him, smiling. I've gotten over the fact that my two best friends had tried to put me through hell. I don't like staying mad at my friends for very long.
I put away the hose and hang up my apron. After accepting a wad of cash from Aya, I walk towards the back of the room. However, before I step out of the door, I notice something -very- peculiar. My means of transportation was not there. "Omi?" I ask, suspiciously.
"Yes?" he asks me, innocently.
"Where's my bike?"
"Oh, I think Yoji took it." he replies.
"And why would Yoji take it?" I can hear the panic rising in my voice. Was this some sort of cruel joke my friends just seem to -love- playing on me?
"I think it has something to do with his current girlfriend's obsession over motorcycles." he replies. Still that innocent look, but I know that, under the facade, he is anything but innocent.
"He took my bike without asking?" I cry out, in disbelief. No one has ever done that to me before! Not even Yoji! I -knew- those two were up to something! I just knew it! But stupid me had to brush it off! I just -had- to believe that my best friends would never hurt me, on purpose!
I growl. What friends?
"So, how am I able to get these things?" I ask, gesturing to the list of items I needed to purchase.
Omi glanced, quickly, towards the counter. Oh, no. No! Never!
***
I'm gonna kill 'em. I'm gonna tear each of their limbs off, one by one. And then I'm gonna sing some N' Sync songs to them, while they die a slow, painful death.
My thoughts, while I was in the passenger seat of Aya's beloved Porsche. A very clean one, at that. Clean, like his home. Like his living room. Like his couch. I thank the gods above that there isn't any popcorn present.
Aya slows down the car, as we approach an intersection. The light is red, and so we wait silently.
Silence. It makes me queasy. So, I decided to start a conversation.
But first, maybe I should apologize for the previous night's events.
"Uh... A-Aya?" I stutter out.
"What?" he asked, in his monotone voice.
I take a deep breath. Just get it over with, Hidaka. I tell myself.
"I... I'm sorry about what happened, last night." There. I said it!
Silence.
Okay, then...
"It's alright." he finally responds.
I let out a sigh of relief. Whew! So, now, everything should be cool between us!
"Cool." I say. He says nothing, but that's alright. I don't expect him to respond.
We've reached a secluded intersection that didn't have any traffic lights, so Aya continued to drive through it. However, that proved to be a bad decision; a car was speeding down the road in front of us. We realize this, too late.
When Aya sees the car, he curses and spins the steering wheel to the right, just barely missing the car which continues to drive off behind us. Aya curses some more, as he reflexively slams his foot onto the brake.
The seatbelt cannot hold my body from the impact of the car suddenly stopping, and so my body helplessly twists itself towards the window in front of me. Aya's arm comes just in time to save me from the collision.
We both breath heavily. My eyes are staring straight ahead at the headrest of the seat I was sitting on just a moment ago, my eyes wide and scared beyond belief.
Aya and I both look at each other, and at the arm that's still supporting me. His hand is on my ass. Realizing this, he quickly removes his hand, and I return to my seat, blushing furiously.
We continue on our way to the store, in an uncomfortable silence.
That crazy lunatic! This is all your fault!
... To Be Continued.
***
Author's Notes: These chapters are coming in quite fast, aren't they? I don't understand why, but everytime I start typing, the story just comes out, and I can't stop myself! That's pretty unusual, for me. Oh well, maybe it's because it's so easy to relate to Ken, or something.
Ran: *appears before audience* Cece wants to know what you think.
Cece: *smiles* What better motivation to give me a review/comment than that?
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: Thank you Jin, Kamara, Shinigami, and fei for you support!
***
Revealing Myself:
Chapter Three: Work With Him
Loud banging.
"Ken-kun! Open the door!"
"Ken! C'mon! You can't stay in there forever!"
Oh yeah? Watch me.
More banging, some pounding.
"Ken-kun! We want to talk to you!"
"Nobody here, but us, squirrels!" I respond.
I can faintly hear a light sighing noise. Did they give up?
'Pound! Pound!'
Nope, guess not.
I hear some whispering, but I can't make out any of the words. After a moment, I hear retreating footsteps.
They gave up? No way, they must be up to something.
I consider opening the door and stepping out, just to see what is going on. But then I remember that Aya could walk out of his apartment at any minute.
It's much safer in here.
I glance at my digital watch on my left wrist. 3:42 am. I take a deep breath. It has only been a couple of hours since that great disaster. Oh, how I wish Aya had a short-term memory. Then, maybe, I would be safe from his wrath. Aya's wrath. I shudder, just thinking about it. I can just picture him unsheathing his katana, and pointing the sharp end of it at me. I have no doubt that he sharpens it, regularly.
I continue to sit on the ground with my back against the front door. I strain my ears to see if I could listen to any hushed voices. Are Yoji and Omi planning a way to break in? Are they going to dig a hole into one of the walls, like those prisoners I see in the movies? Movies... 'A Beautiful Mind.' I growl, low in my throat. Stop thinking about what happened! But I can't stop myself. That must have been the most embarrassing thing I've ever done.
Which is why I should -not- be thinking about it.
I look down on the ground, and decide to count the tiles. Bored? Very.
It isn't long until I fall asleep. I am waken up by the sun beaming down on me, through the nearest window. I squint my eyes, trying to figure out where I am. My back is aching and my ass is sore. I rub the sleep from my eyes, and slowly rise to my feet. I bring my arms up, high above my head, and stretch out all of the kinks in my body. I glance at my watch; 9:48 am. For a moment, I wonder why I'm here. Then, all of the events of the previous night come crashing down on me. I groan, and slump back onto the floor.
So, so embarrassing.
Pounding behind me. Were Yoji and Omi there the whole night?
"Hey! KenKen! Manx is here." the eldest hunter informs me.
"I'll be there in a moment." I tell him.
I hear him leave.
I get up again, and walk towards my bedroom. Grabbing another T-shirt and baggy, blue jeans, I enter my bathroom and prepare myself for the day.
By the time I finished cleaning up, it was ten o'clock. I stuff my feet into my sneakers, and walk out. However, when I close the door behind me, I am met with a terrible surprise.
I had just noticed Omi at my side, before I could even think. My two torturers pounce on me. Omi wound his slim arms around my waist, while Yoji grabbed onto my flailing arms. I gave a loud yelp.
"You're not going anywhere, Ken-kun!" Omi declares, grinning triumphantly.
"W-What?" Jeez! What a way to greet someone a good morning!
"You're going along with our plan, Ken, and that's -that-!" Yoji says, sternly, but I can still see his lips twitch upwards in a smile.
"B-But..." They ignore me, while they drag my body down the stairs, and into Omi's apartment.
They drop me on the living room couch.
"Now," Yoji starts, placing his hands on his hips. "Let's see what the next step will be."
"Ken-kun should spend more time with him. The movie thing was too short." Omi suggests.
"Hm, that's true. How about a night club?"
"Nah, Aya-kun doesn't like that stuff."
"Another movie?"
"Ken-kun might spill popcorn on him again."
"A carnival?"
"Can you picture Aya-kun going on a roller-coaster?"
"Yeah, you've got a point."
"How about a nice walk around town?"
"That's a great idea! You can be so smart, Omitchi!" Yoji ruffles the teenager's hair a bit. Omi scowls.
I finally wake up from my stupor, and speak. "B-But... Isn't Manx waiting for us?"
The two stare at me for a long moment.
Yoji smacks me upside the head.
"Ow! Yoji!" I rub at the rosy mark.
"Stop being so dense, KenKen. Manx isn't here." he tells me.
They tricked me. They tricked me!
I give them my best glare. It can't compete with Aya's, but it's a glare nonetheless.
"You and Aya-kun have the first shift, this morning." Omi informs me.
My eyes widen. I glance at my watch again. 10:16 am.
Shit! Aya's gonna -kill- me! I'm late!
"Shit!" I cry out in despair. "I'm -so- late!"
I make a run for the door, but I feel myself being held back by a pair of strong hands.
"Wait a second, Ken." Yoji tells me. "We still need to form a plan of some sort."
"Plan?" I ask, incredulously. "You're still talking about a -plan-? I'm already on his bad side, and if I don't go down there, right now, he's gonna have my head!"
"Ask him to take a walk with you!" Omi speaks up, smiling brightly.
"W-What? Are you -nuts-?"
"Ken-kun!" he stomps his foot, scowling. Uh-oh. Temper tantrum.
I wrench my arm away for Yoji's grip, and make a run for the door.
***
I am now calmly, and quietly, watering some plants by the window display. I haven't tripped, I haven't spilled anything, I haven't dropped anything.
I sneak a glance towards the redhead by the counter. He didn't yell at me, or demand a reason why I was late.
I seem to be safe from his wrath, for now.
So far, so good. Yoji and Omi haven't spoken to me, ever since I ran out this morning. Yoji went out with some girl, and Omi is preparing to make a delivery.
"Ken-kun?" he asks me.
I turn towards him. "Yep?"
"Could you pick up a few things from 'Home Depot'? Here's a list of things we're running out of." He hands me a slip of paper.
I walk over to him and take the list, skimming it over. "Sure, no problem." I tell him, smiling. I've gotten over the fact that my two best friends had tried to put me through hell. I don't like staying mad at my friends for very long.
I put away the hose and hang up my apron. After accepting a wad of cash from Aya, I walk towards the back of the room. However, before I step out of the door, I notice something -very- peculiar. My means of transportation was not there. "Omi?" I ask, suspiciously.
"Yes?" he asks me, innocently.
"Where's my bike?"
"Oh, I think Yoji took it." he replies.
"And why would Yoji take it?" I can hear the panic rising in my voice. Was this some sort of cruel joke my friends just seem to -love- playing on me?
"I think it has something to do with his current girlfriend's obsession over motorcycles." he replies. Still that innocent look, but I know that, under the facade, he is anything but innocent.
"He took my bike without asking?" I cry out, in disbelief. No one has ever done that to me before! Not even Yoji! I -knew- those two were up to something! I just knew it! But stupid me had to brush it off! I just -had- to believe that my best friends would never hurt me, on purpose!
I growl. What friends?
"So, how am I able to get these things?" I ask, gesturing to the list of items I needed to purchase.
Omi glanced, quickly, towards the counter. Oh, no. No! Never!
***
I'm gonna kill 'em. I'm gonna tear each of their limbs off, one by one. And then I'm gonna sing some N' Sync songs to them, while they die a slow, painful death.
My thoughts, while I was in the passenger seat of Aya's beloved Porsche. A very clean one, at that. Clean, like his home. Like his living room. Like his couch. I thank the gods above that there isn't any popcorn present.
Aya slows down the car, as we approach an intersection. The light is red, and so we wait silently.
Silence. It makes me queasy. So, I decided to start a conversation.
But first, maybe I should apologize for the previous night's events.
"Uh... A-Aya?" I stutter out.
"What?" he asked, in his monotone voice.
I take a deep breath. Just get it over with, Hidaka. I tell myself.
"I... I'm sorry about what happened, last night." There. I said it!
Silence.
Okay, then...
"It's alright." he finally responds.
I let out a sigh of relief. Whew! So, now, everything should be cool between us!
"Cool." I say. He says nothing, but that's alright. I don't expect him to respond.
We've reached a secluded intersection that didn't have any traffic lights, so Aya continued to drive through it. However, that proved to be a bad decision; a car was speeding down the road in front of us. We realize this, too late.
When Aya sees the car, he curses and spins the steering wheel to the right, just barely missing the car which continues to drive off behind us. Aya curses some more, as he reflexively slams his foot onto the brake.
The seatbelt cannot hold my body from the impact of the car suddenly stopping, and so my body helplessly twists itself towards the window in front of me. Aya's arm comes just in time to save me from the collision.
We both breath heavily. My eyes are staring straight ahead at the headrest of the seat I was sitting on just a moment ago, my eyes wide and scared beyond belief.
Aya and I both look at each other, and at the arm that's still supporting me. His hand is on my ass. Realizing this, he quickly removes his hand, and I return to my seat, blushing furiously.
We continue on our way to the store, in an uncomfortable silence.
That crazy lunatic! This is all your fault!
... To Be Continued.
***
Author's Notes: These chapters are coming in quite fast, aren't they? I don't understand why, but everytime I start typing, the story just comes out, and I can't stop myself! That's pretty unusual, for me. Oh well, maybe it's because it's so easy to relate to Ken, or something.
Ran: *appears before audience* Cece wants to know what you think.
Cece: *smiles* What better motivation to give me a review/comment than that?