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
[NEW!] - Ken has brown eyes, not blue/green
- 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: I guess people liked the last chapter! Another list of people to thank...
delfin, Nauta Iupiter, Sleepy Person, marsupial (I'm waiting for a sequel to "Delusions"!), Ayako, Jin (hope you're feeling better!), Whisper Reilman (I love your "Koneko Wars" fic!), siberian, Siberian, Ponder (I know I'm evil, hehe...), Keeshe Kal'daka, Rika-chan, fei (Can't wait for the next part of "White"!), and Renza!
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Revealing Myself:
Chapter Four: You Have To Charm Him
"So, how was it?"
"How was what?"
"How was the trip?"
"How was what trip?"
"How was the trip you went with Aya-kun?"
"I went on a trip with Aya?"
"Ken-kun! Stop avoiding the question!"
I look down at the fuming blonde. "I'm not avoiding the question!"
"Then why aren't you answering it?"
I return to wiping the table with a rag. There is silence between us for a couple of minutes, but Omi doesn't seem to be backing down.
"What was the question, again?" I ask, innocently.
"Ken-kun!" Foot-stomping, pouting lips.
I sigh, giving in to his temper-tantrum. You -don't- wanna witness those.
"He drove us there, we bought the things on the list, and he drove us back." I told him a -very- vague description of the day's events.
He waits for me to continue, then seems to realize that I'm finished. "That's it?"
"That's it."
"You didn't talk to him?"
"I told him I was sorry about yesterday."
"You didn't start a conversation?"
"Nope."
"Didn't exchange a word or two?"
"Nope."
"Didn't touch each other?"
"No... Omi!" I cry out, in disbelief, frowning down at him. And I always thought he was such a good, little boy...
"I didn't say it!" he cries, in defense.
I look across the counter I was wiping, and see Yoji smirking at us. It seems he has come back from his date; I wonder how my bike is...
I throw the dirty rag at his face. "Don't encourage him!"
Flicking the cloth away, he continues to smirk at me, seemingly unphased. "You didn't answer the question, KenKen. Did you touch each other?"
A scene I can't bring myself to describe, at the moment, flashes before my eyes. "N-None of your business!"
"Ah, but you didn't say 'no', which means that there -was- some touching. Any groping?" he persists.
"N-No!" I stutter out. I feel a blush creep into my cheeks.
"No? Hm... Any 'accidental'," he made sure to put emphasis on that last word. "brushing?"
"N-No! Y-Yoji! Y-You... Damnit!" I have no doubt that my face is beet red. I can't take their stares, anymore. I need to get out of here.
Unfortunately, there is a certain blonde clinging onto my left arm. "You're not going anywhere, Ken-kun!"
"Omi! Get off me!" I try to shrug him off of my arm, but to no avail. And it was only yesterday my life became a living hell.
"No!"
"You still have to charm him, KenKen." Yoji puts in, looking at us with an amused look.
"Ch-Ch... -Charm- him? Are you two still... Oh God..." I frantically try to pry Omi's body away from mine. For a scrawny-looking kid, he sure can keep a strong hold on you.
"Get off! Get off! Get off! Get off!" You would have thought I was talking about a creepy, little spider, or something. I growl. The kid won't budge!
"What don't you understand? I. Am. Not. Gay!"
Yoji laughs at my attempts to convince them. "Sure, KenKen. Sure. That's why you would always sneak glances to our redheaded leader, -and- blush around him, -and- trip over anything when you're near him, -and- try to --"
"W-What? I do not!" That is -so- not true! I can't be interested in Aya! He's... He's... Well, he's -Aya-!
"You -do-, Ken-kun! Yoji-kun and I see it all the time!" Omi's looking up at me with those big, blue eyes of his. He's in puppy-dog mode, which means that any minute now, I'm gonna give in...
Damnit. I hate them.
"I... I'm -not- gay." I don't know who I'm trying to convince; me or my two comrades.
"Aren't you guys suppose to be working?"
Eep! Where the fuck did -he- come from?
"Uh... H-H-Hey... Hey A-Aya... Y-Yeah..." You stupid, stupid, stupid -idiot-! You're acting like some nervous virgin! ...Well, I -am- a virgin... But you don't want -him- to know about it! He's probably thinking that you're the biggest loser in the whole world, since you're acting like such a -dork-! Stop blushing! Stop!
Since when did I care what Aya thought of me?
I feel my face heat up, even more. Why can't a stop blushing?
Yoji and Omi are looking at me, as if to say, 'I told you so'.
I glare at them. Well, -boo you-.
Aya ignores my incomprehensible response, and starts sweeping the floor. There is silence among the four of us for what seems to be a -long- time. Then, finally, Yoji speaks up.
"Well," he says, stretching his arms. "I think I'm gonna go get ready for my date."
"But you just went on a date this afternoon!" Omi cries out, incredulously.
"Hey! I can't help it if the ladies find me irresistable." he says, smirking at the blonde. Then, he turns to me. "Ken, I'm gonna need your bike again."
"W-What?" I'm unable to stop him, for he quickly leaves the shop without waiting for my answer.
"Yoji-kun has no respect for -anyone-." Omi lets go of my arm, which has long ago lost its feeling. I see him pouting, again.
I smile, a bit. At least he's gotten his mind off of me.
In a hushed voice, Omi turns back to me and says, "Ask him to eat dinner with you."
Then again, maybe not.
I roll my eyes. Well, why not? If I don't do what he says, the kid will probably pull my arm off.
The three of us are left to close up the shop.
I'm wiping the counters and display tables, when I hear a small conversation between Omi and Aya.
"Do you think you and Ken-kun could finish cleaning up, without me?"
"Why?"
"I'm going to a friend's house to study."
"You should eat something."
"I will; I still have about half-an-hour before I need to leave."
"Alright."
I see the young blonde bound over towards the exit. Silence reigns over the shop again, as Aya and I resume our cleaning.
After we're done, I hang up my apron. I turn towards the redhead, and see that he is also preparing to go home.
"Uh, Aya?" I ask, nervously.
"Yes?"
"Do you... Do you wanna go out to eat with me?"
He doesn't reply to me, right away. He seems to like doing that to me, taking his time; it's nerve-wrecking!
"Sure." he finally says.
"Cool." I say. "I'll see you in a while."
I head up towards my own apartment. Once there, I kick off my shoes, grab some clean clothes, and walk into the bathroom for a quick shower.
I'm letting the water flow over my chest, when I hear the faint ring of the doorbell. Is that Aya, already? I've only been in the shower for five minutes! I don't want the person at the door to wait too long for me, so I quickly wrap a long towel around my waist. Holding it tightly against my body, I walk out of the bathroom, and to the door.
Water is dripping onto my shoulders and down my back, when I open the door. [1] I see Omi, waiting patiently.
"Omi! What's up?" I smile at him, and he smiles in response.
I move out of the way, to allow him entry, and he walks in but doesn't go further than the tiny hallway.
"I need to go in a few minutes. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't mad at me, before I left." he tells me, sincerely. I study his big, blue eyes a bit; they reflect worry and nervousness. What did I do to make him so unsure of himself?
"I... I'm not mad, Omi." I assure him, arching my brow in confusion.
"A-Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
He breathes a sigh of relief. I tilt my head, questioningly. "What's wrong?"
He gives me a tentative smile. "It's just that... With all the events that's happened..."
I chuckle, hoping to ease the tension radiating from him. "Nothing to be sorry about. I'm not -too- pissed..."
"I just think that what Yoji-kun and I are trying to do is, well... Right."
"Right?"
"Yeah, because we both feel... You know..." his hands are clinging to each other, nervous again. I put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's alright, Omi. I asked him to dinner."
He smiles again. "We're only doing this, because we care." he informs me.
Somehow, even after all that has happened in the past two days, I know. I knew the whole time that they were only looking out for me. Not only me, but for Aya, as well. I know they care, but all of those... Obstacles just seem to get in the way.
"I know, Omi." I tell him.
He gives me a sympathetic look. "I hope you don't screw this up."
"Me?" I ask, indignantly. "What about -him-? He could screw it up, just as much!"
Omi giggles at my outrage. Well, he -could-! It's not like he's Mr. Perfect. Well, he's -almost- perfect, but not -perfect-. Nobody's perfect. Not even Mr. I'm The Leader Of Weiss And Can Kick Anybody's Ass. Sure, he can probably kick mine, but he's not -perfect-.
Why am I telling myself that? It's like I need to reassure myself, for some reason...
"Yoji-kun and I think he's perfect for you." he tells me, with another bright smile.
I flush, slightly. "Are you sure about that?" After all, I'm not even sure if I'm gay or not. What if I'm not and this whole thing was all just for nothing? Aya would hold this permanent grudge against me, and I don't like my leader hating me for the rest of my life.
"We're pretty sure." He wouldn't tell me why. I watch him glance at his watch quickly. "I need to go; I'm studying with a couple of friends, tonight."
I smile at him. "Alright, have fun."
"Bye."
"Oh wait, Omi?"
"Yeah?" He turns back to look at me from the, now, open door.
"I think you should take your own advice, into consideration." I grin at him, knowingly.
He blinks at me, cluelessly, then blushes, smiles, and leaves.
Realizing that I'm still clad only in a towel, I rush back to my bathroom. Well, that was a pleasant conversation. We don't usually have many of those.
I turn on the water again, and start to wash my hair. My thoughts start to wander to what Omi had said. 'Yoji-kun and I think he's perfect for you.' Perfect. Is that what he is? Just a moment ago, I was telling myself just the opposite. But now, I'm thinking otherwise.
Am I really gay? Or at least, bisexual.
I've never thought of boys as anything but friends. At least, I don't -think- I have. However, Yoji and Omi wouldn't go through all this trouble, if they weren't at least 80% sure of themselves. I guess I could give it a try. But -Aya-?
Yoji said that he's seen me act differently towards him. I guess, maybe I have. But that could be for many reasons. After all, he -is- kind of intimidating. What, with his familiar glare of death, and his trademark 'Shine'.
'That's why you would always sneak glances to our redheaded leader, -and- blush around him...' Do I really blush around him? Why am I the only one who's not aware of what I do?
By now, I'm done showering and I'm toweling myself off. I hastily put my clothes on, when I realize that Aya must be done preparing. The doorbell rings, before I can even reach it.
When I open the door, I see Aya standing there.
"Ready?" he asks me, his expression impassive.
"Yep." I reply, and walk out.
We walk towards the stairs, and I cross two fingers together, in hopes that fate will be gentle to me, this time.
... To Be Continued.
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[1] Nice picture? I thought so.
Author's Notes: This chapter was a bit longer than my other ones. I was hoping to include the dinner scene here, too, but realized that I've dragged it on long enough.
I hope nobody was -too- disappointed by the fact that there was more talking than there were accidents. Actually, there were -no- accidents! I'm sorry! I just really wanted Ken to contemplate on some things, before I went on.
If you review/comment, I will send you a picture of the scene where Ken comes out of the shower, clad only in a towel! ...A -loose- towel!
[The said picture above is utterly impossible to obtain, and should not be taken literally.]
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
[NEW!] - Ken has brown eyes, not blue/green
- 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 guess people liked the last chapter! Another list of people to thank...
delfin, Nauta Iupiter, Sleepy Person, marsupial (I'm waiting for a sequel to "Delusions"!), Ayako, Jin (hope you're feeling better!), Whisper Reilman (I love your "Koneko Wars" fic!), siberian, Siberian, Ponder (I know I'm evil, hehe...), Keeshe Kal'daka, Rika-chan, fei (Can't wait for the next part of "White"!), and Renza!
***
Revealing Myself:
Chapter Four: You Have To Charm Him
"So, how was it?"
"How was what?"
"How was the trip?"
"How was what trip?"
"How was the trip you went with Aya-kun?"
"I went on a trip with Aya?"
"Ken-kun! Stop avoiding the question!"
I look down at the fuming blonde. "I'm not avoiding the question!"
"Then why aren't you answering it?"
I return to wiping the table with a rag. There is silence between us for a couple of minutes, but Omi doesn't seem to be backing down.
"What was the question, again?" I ask, innocently.
"Ken-kun!" Foot-stomping, pouting lips.
I sigh, giving in to his temper-tantrum. You -don't- wanna witness those.
"He drove us there, we bought the things on the list, and he drove us back." I told him a -very- vague description of the day's events.
He waits for me to continue, then seems to realize that I'm finished. "That's it?"
"That's it."
"You didn't talk to him?"
"I told him I was sorry about yesterday."
"You didn't start a conversation?"
"Nope."
"Didn't exchange a word or two?"
"Nope."
"Didn't touch each other?"
"No... Omi!" I cry out, in disbelief, frowning down at him. And I always thought he was such a good, little boy...
"I didn't say it!" he cries, in defense.
I look across the counter I was wiping, and see Yoji smirking at us. It seems he has come back from his date; I wonder how my bike is...
I throw the dirty rag at his face. "Don't encourage him!"
Flicking the cloth away, he continues to smirk at me, seemingly unphased. "You didn't answer the question, KenKen. Did you touch each other?"
A scene I can't bring myself to describe, at the moment, flashes before my eyes. "N-None of your business!"
"Ah, but you didn't say 'no', which means that there -was- some touching. Any groping?" he persists.
"N-No!" I stutter out. I feel a blush creep into my cheeks.
"No? Hm... Any 'accidental'," he made sure to put emphasis on that last word. "brushing?"
"N-No! Y-Yoji! Y-You... Damnit!" I have no doubt that my face is beet red. I can't take their stares, anymore. I need to get out of here.
Unfortunately, there is a certain blonde clinging onto my left arm. "You're not going anywhere, Ken-kun!"
"Omi! Get off me!" I try to shrug him off of my arm, but to no avail. And it was only yesterday my life became a living hell.
"No!"
"You still have to charm him, KenKen." Yoji puts in, looking at us with an amused look.
"Ch-Ch... -Charm- him? Are you two still... Oh God..." I frantically try to pry Omi's body away from mine. For a scrawny-looking kid, he sure can keep a strong hold on you.
"Get off! Get off! Get off! Get off!" You would have thought I was talking about a creepy, little spider, or something. I growl. The kid won't budge!
"What don't you understand? I. Am. Not. Gay!"
Yoji laughs at my attempts to convince them. "Sure, KenKen. Sure. That's why you would always sneak glances to our redheaded leader, -and- blush around him, -and- trip over anything when you're near him, -and- try to --"
"W-What? I do not!" That is -so- not true! I can't be interested in Aya! He's... He's... Well, he's -Aya-!
"You -do-, Ken-kun! Yoji-kun and I see it all the time!" Omi's looking up at me with those big, blue eyes of his. He's in puppy-dog mode, which means that any minute now, I'm gonna give in...
Damnit. I hate them.
"I... I'm -not- gay." I don't know who I'm trying to convince; me or my two comrades.
"Aren't you guys suppose to be working?"
Eep! Where the fuck did -he- come from?
"Uh... H-H-Hey... Hey A-Aya... Y-Yeah..." You stupid, stupid, stupid -idiot-! You're acting like some nervous virgin! ...Well, I -am- a virgin... But you don't want -him- to know about it! He's probably thinking that you're the biggest loser in the whole world, since you're acting like such a -dork-! Stop blushing! Stop!
Since when did I care what Aya thought of me?
I feel my face heat up, even more. Why can't a stop blushing?
Yoji and Omi are looking at me, as if to say, 'I told you so'.
I glare at them. Well, -boo you-.
Aya ignores my incomprehensible response, and starts sweeping the floor. There is silence among the four of us for what seems to be a -long- time. Then, finally, Yoji speaks up.
"Well," he says, stretching his arms. "I think I'm gonna go get ready for my date."
"But you just went on a date this afternoon!" Omi cries out, incredulously.
"Hey! I can't help it if the ladies find me irresistable." he says, smirking at the blonde. Then, he turns to me. "Ken, I'm gonna need your bike again."
"W-What?" I'm unable to stop him, for he quickly leaves the shop without waiting for my answer.
"Yoji-kun has no respect for -anyone-." Omi lets go of my arm, which has long ago lost its feeling. I see him pouting, again.
I smile, a bit. At least he's gotten his mind off of me.
In a hushed voice, Omi turns back to me and says, "Ask him to eat dinner with you."
Then again, maybe not.
I roll my eyes. Well, why not? If I don't do what he says, the kid will probably pull my arm off.
The three of us are left to close up the shop.
I'm wiping the counters and display tables, when I hear a small conversation between Omi and Aya.
"Do you think you and Ken-kun could finish cleaning up, without me?"
"Why?"
"I'm going to a friend's house to study."
"You should eat something."
"I will; I still have about half-an-hour before I need to leave."
"Alright."
I see the young blonde bound over towards the exit. Silence reigns over the shop again, as Aya and I resume our cleaning.
After we're done, I hang up my apron. I turn towards the redhead, and see that he is also preparing to go home.
"Uh, Aya?" I ask, nervously.
"Yes?"
"Do you... Do you wanna go out to eat with me?"
He doesn't reply to me, right away. He seems to like doing that to me, taking his time; it's nerve-wrecking!
"Sure." he finally says.
"Cool." I say. "I'll see you in a while."
I head up towards my own apartment. Once there, I kick off my shoes, grab some clean clothes, and walk into the bathroom for a quick shower.
I'm letting the water flow over my chest, when I hear the faint ring of the doorbell. Is that Aya, already? I've only been in the shower for five minutes! I don't want the person at the door to wait too long for me, so I quickly wrap a long towel around my waist. Holding it tightly against my body, I walk out of the bathroom, and to the door.
Water is dripping onto my shoulders and down my back, when I open the door. [1] I see Omi, waiting patiently.
"Omi! What's up?" I smile at him, and he smiles in response.
I move out of the way, to allow him entry, and he walks in but doesn't go further than the tiny hallway.
"I need to go in a few minutes. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't mad at me, before I left." he tells me, sincerely. I study his big, blue eyes a bit; they reflect worry and nervousness. What did I do to make him so unsure of himself?
"I... I'm not mad, Omi." I assure him, arching my brow in confusion.
"A-Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
He breathes a sigh of relief. I tilt my head, questioningly. "What's wrong?"
He gives me a tentative smile. "It's just that... With all the events that's happened..."
I chuckle, hoping to ease the tension radiating from him. "Nothing to be sorry about. I'm not -too- pissed..."
"I just think that what Yoji-kun and I are trying to do is, well... Right."
"Right?"
"Yeah, because we both feel... You know..." his hands are clinging to each other, nervous again. I put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's alright, Omi. I asked him to dinner."
He smiles again. "We're only doing this, because we care." he informs me.
Somehow, even after all that has happened in the past two days, I know. I knew the whole time that they were only looking out for me. Not only me, but for Aya, as well. I know they care, but all of those... Obstacles just seem to get in the way.
"I know, Omi." I tell him.
He gives me a sympathetic look. "I hope you don't screw this up."
"Me?" I ask, indignantly. "What about -him-? He could screw it up, just as much!"
Omi giggles at my outrage. Well, he -could-! It's not like he's Mr. Perfect. Well, he's -almost- perfect, but not -perfect-. Nobody's perfect. Not even Mr. I'm The Leader Of Weiss And Can Kick Anybody's Ass. Sure, he can probably kick mine, but he's not -perfect-.
Why am I telling myself that? It's like I need to reassure myself, for some reason...
"Yoji-kun and I think he's perfect for you." he tells me, with another bright smile.
I flush, slightly. "Are you sure about that?" After all, I'm not even sure if I'm gay or not. What if I'm not and this whole thing was all just for nothing? Aya would hold this permanent grudge against me, and I don't like my leader hating me for the rest of my life.
"We're pretty sure." He wouldn't tell me why. I watch him glance at his watch quickly. "I need to go; I'm studying with a couple of friends, tonight."
I smile at him. "Alright, have fun."
"Bye."
"Oh wait, Omi?"
"Yeah?" He turns back to look at me from the, now, open door.
"I think you should take your own advice, into consideration." I grin at him, knowingly.
He blinks at me, cluelessly, then blushes, smiles, and leaves.
Realizing that I'm still clad only in a towel, I rush back to my bathroom. Well, that was a pleasant conversation. We don't usually have many of those.
I turn on the water again, and start to wash my hair. My thoughts start to wander to what Omi had said. 'Yoji-kun and I think he's perfect for you.' Perfect. Is that what he is? Just a moment ago, I was telling myself just the opposite. But now, I'm thinking otherwise.
Am I really gay? Or at least, bisexual.
I've never thought of boys as anything but friends. At least, I don't -think- I have. However, Yoji and Omi wouldn't go through all this trouble, if they weren't at least 80% sure of themselves. I guess I could give it a try. But -Aya-?
Yoji said that he's seen me act differently towards him. I guess, maybe I have. But that could be for many reasons. After all, he -is- kind of intimidating. What, with his familiar glare of death, and his trademark 'Shine'.
'That's why you would always sneak glances to our redheaded leader, -and- blush around him...' Do I really blush around him? Why am I the only one who's not aware of what I do?
By now, I'm done showering and I'm toweling myself off. I hastily put my clothes on, when I realize that Aya must be done preparing. The doorbell rings, before I can even reach it.
When I open the door, I see Aya standing there.
"Ready?" he asks me, his expression impassive.
"Yep." I reply, and walk out.
We walk towards the stairs, and I cross two fingers together, in hopes that fate will be gentle to me, this time.
... To Be Continued.
***
[1] Nice picture? I thought so.
Author's Notes: This chapter was a bit longer than my other ones. I was hoping to include the dinner scene here, too, but realized that I've dragged it on long enough.
I hope nobody was -too- disappointed by the fact that there was more talking than there were accidents. Actually, there were -no- accidents! I'm sorry! I just really wanted Ken to contemplate on some things, before I went on.
If you review/comment, I will send you a picture of the scene where Ken comes out of the shower, clad only in a towel! ...A -loose- towel!
[The said picture above is utterly impossible to obtain, and should not be taken literally.]