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: Thank you, thank you, thank you, -thank you- to everyone who has commented on my fic! You're the reason why I'm writing so quickly!
Jin, Duo-chan, Keeshe Kal'daka, siberian, Dinara, m. erin, Triste, sara- chan, an Anonymous, Kyri, and Ayako!
*hands them all Ken-Kitties* Enjoy!
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Revealing Myself:
Chapter Six: Apologize To Him
Hidaka, you're an idiot.
No, an idiot doesn't even describe what you are.
You're stupid, you're clumsy. And you're the biggest coward for running away from Aya, like that.
How the hell could I have let myself -do- that? I trip over my own two feet, push Aya into the water, and -leave- him? Low, Hidaka. That was the lowest you've ever gone.
Now Aya's probably hunting me down. I bet he went home to fetch his handy katana to look for his prey. And that prey is me. Oh, I'm -so- dead! Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid, -stupid-! I really fucked up, this time. I really, really fucked up. How can I face my leader, now? Telling him I'm sorry just wouldn't cut it. I consider going to a funeral home. I might as well start shopping for a coffin and a tombstone. I remind myself to make a list of things I want my friends to prepare.
You may think that I'm over reacting, and that Aya will -not- chop me up into itty-bitty pieces. But you weren't there, when I pushed him into the lake. You weren't there to see the predatory gleam in his eyes. It was like looking at a hawk who hasn't eaten for days, while you're a big, juicy rabbit. It was scary. And I've faced many things in my life, that should be considered frightening. Aya's glare just won first place.
So now, I'm wandering around town, because I'm too scared to go home. It sucks to be living right beside your leader. I glance at my watch; 11:53 pm. It has only been an hour since the accident. He must be home, by now, no doubt planning a terrible death for me.
And the evening had been going so well. Well, as good as it could get, anyway. Our earlier argument wasn't -too- bad.
I continue to walk on the sidewalk, glancing at the window displays once in a while. I look at my reflection, in one of the windows. I look terrible; like I'm seriously stressed out. Well, you would be too if there's an angry psycho, bent on killing you.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a person walking towards me. I turn around, surprised to see a familiar figure.
"Omi?" I ask, curiously.
The young boy looks up at me, confused for a short moment. Then recognition dawns on him when his eyes settle on me.
"Hi, Ken-kun. What're you doing here?" he asks me. I take in his appearance. He doesn't look too good. I thought he was studying with some friends?
I don't really feel like recalling the night's events, so I give him a vague answer. "Oh... Just, walking around."
He nods his head, and looks at the ground.
I tilt my head. There's something wrong with our usually cheery kid. "Something the matter?"
He faces me again, and sighs. He nods his head, again. I decide that he needs to talk to someone, so I lead him away. Together, we walk back to the shop.
***
"So, what happened?" I ask, setting a mug filled with hot cocoa, in front of him.
The two of us had arrived back at my apartment. I immediately led him to the table in the kitchen, hoping to cheer him up.
I took a deep breath, before beginning. "You know... My little... Crush?" he asks me, tentatively.
I nod my head. "Yes." Of course I knew. I wouldn't be his best friend if I didn't.
"Well... When I was walking home, earlier," He places both of his palms around the heated mug. "I saw... -Him- kissing some girl."
I continue to watch him; I know he isn't finished. "And?" I prod.
He stops to think about something, before he begins, again. "And... I don't like it."
I sit down in the seat across from him. I catch his eye, and tell him, "You know he does it every time he goes out."
He sighs, deeply. I hate seeing him like this, so defeated. "I know, Ken- kun. But, tonight was the first time I actually -saw- it with my own eyes. At least, when I only knew, I can be ignorant about it."
I nod, in understanding. The poor kid. He's been trying so hard to ignore it, but it keeps slapping him in the face.
"Maybe you should talk to him." I suggest.
He shakes his head, sadly. "We had a fight."
This surprises me. Omi and Yoji in a fight? I've seen them have so many arguments, but they were never anything serious, they were never anything to brood over. They're friendship was always so tight, despite their many differences.
"H-How? Why?" I ask, worriedly.
He turns away from me. I can tell he's ashamed of himself. "I saw him flirting with a different girl, from the one he was kissing. Even though I knew he did it before, seeing it made me so angry! So... I confronted him."
My eyes widen. It's no secret that Yoji is probably the biggest player, in this side of Japan. Why would Omi want to bring it up, now, of all times?
"I yelled at him, and called him things, and he just brushed me off... Like all of those other times. I said some things... I don't really want to repeat them, right now."
I smile, sympathetically. "S'Alright, Omi."
He pushes the mug away, and rests his head on his folded arms. "I wish I could tell him how I feel."
"Why don't you?"
"'Cuz I just screwed everything up."
I check the clock, above us. It's nearly one in the morning. "You still have time." I tell him.
He looks at the clock, himself, studying it for a moment. Shaking his head, he turns to me. "How did dinner with Aya-kun go?" "Uh..." Like I said before, I don't wanna mention it. "Don't avoid the subject!"
He frowns at me. "I'm not!" he cries, indignantly.
"Then go down there and -talk- to him!"
"B-But... I... I -can't-!"
"Why not?"
"Because... Just because!"
"Because you're a chicken?"
"N-No!"
"Then, get down there!"
"K-Ken-kun!" he cries, pouting. Ah, our cute, little Omitchi is back.
I suddenly stand up, grab onto my friend's arm, and drag him out of my apartment. Pushing him out the door, I make sure to say, "And don't come back until you've actually -spoken- to him!" I slam the door in his face.
There. That should do it. It's nice to think about other people's problems, instead of always brooding over mine.
Dinner. Lake. Angry redhead.
I groan, as these images flood my mind. I wish I could just turn back time, so I can avoid the whole thing. I don't want an angry Aya on my back!
Deciding to leave my worries for the next day, I head towards my bedroom. Slipping into my night clothes, I jump into bed and try to fall asleep. However, imaginary, 'mini-Aya's keep popping into my head; I see them slashing into my bedroom with their 'mini-katana's, repeating that deadly word, over and over again. 'Shine', '-shine-'!
I snap my eyes open and quickly look around my room. Was that window always open? What if Aya's little army comes in here? I slam my fist into the mattress. Hidaka, you idiot! There are -no- such things as 'mini- Aya's. Though, it would be cool to have a group of 'mini-Ken's to help me do my chores. I giggle at the thought.
I glance at the digital clock beside me. It's already been a couple of hours since Omi left. Things between them have probably settled, by now.
I wrap my body in my nice, warm sheets, and fall asleep thinking about my 'mini-Ken's, obeying my every command.
***
I have the afternoon shift with Yoji today, which is probably for the best. I doubt Aya has forgotten about yesterday's little mishap.
Yoji seems to be in a good mood, so I think he and Omi are on good terms, again. Hopefully, on even -better- terms.
I'm watering a row of plants with a hose when Omi enters the shop, in his school uniform.
"Hi Ken-kun!"
"Hey Omi! How was that test?"
"Easy!" Figures.
"Hey Omitchi." Mischievous grin.
"Hi Yoji-kun!" Shy smile.
Oh yeah, they're on good terms. I'm betting that Omi has one more week left, until he's no longer a virgin.
"Ken, pay attention to what you're doing."
Ack! Where the hell did -he- come from?
"W-W-What? Oh! Shit! S-S-Sorry!" I'm so dead, I'm so dead, I'm so dead. I grab a mop and start cleaning up the floor, which has a big puddle of water. When I'm done, I turn my attention back to the flowers.
Everything is quiet, in the shop. The school girls have yet to arrive, and Yoji and Omi are nowhere to be seen. I bet they're in the storage room.
"Ken?"
"Yes?" I turn my whole body around, but I forget that my arm is still holding the hose... The hose that is still spurting water. My eyes widen, as I see the water slowly drenching a very, pissed-off looking, Aya.
"Ack!" Crap! I quickly swing my arm away, and look up at him, sheepishly. Uh-oh... I'm in deep shit, now... "I'm... I'm sorry..."
"You seem to like getting me wet, don't you Ken?" he asks, glowering at me.
"I... Uh..." Those eyes are staring at me, again! I can't help but look behind him. No 'mini-Aya's anywhere.
I see him turn his back on me, and walk away. I breath a sigh of relief. But, wait! What if he's going to get his katana? He really -is- gonna cut me up! I don't wanna die!
"I'm going to change."
Oh.
I see him pound on the storage room door. "Stop fooling around, and get to work!"
When Yoji and Omi come back out, looking embarrassed, I can't help but burst into laughter. Their expressions are priceless.
... To Be Continued.
***
Author's Notes: Another chapter with more talk, and less accidents. Sorry! Well, people have been saying that they want some AyaKen action, so I promise to include some in the next chapter! This part was suppose to focus a bit more on YojiOmi, since someone asked for it. I hope that's good enough for you!
Cece: Please review/comment on my fic! ...Or else!
*takes a picture of Ran and Ken together, and rips it in half*
Ken: Ack! No! *runs to cuddle his beloved Ran*
Cece: *evil laugh*
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: Thank you, thank you, thank you, -thank you- to everyone who has commented on my fic! You're the reason why I'm writing so quickly!
Jin, Duo-chan, Keeshe Kal'daka, siberian, Dinara, m. erin, Triste, sara- chan, an Anonymous, Kyri, and Ayako!
*hands them all Ken-Kitties* Enjoy!
***
Revealing Myself:
Chapter Six: Apologize To Him
Hidaka, you're an idiot.
No, an idiot doesn't even describe what you are.
You're stupid, you're clumsy. And you're the biggest coward for running away from Aya, like that.
How the hell could I have let myself -do- that? I trip over my own two feet, push Aya into the water, and -leave- him? Low, Hidaka. That was the lowest you've ever gone.
Now Aya's probably hunting me down. I bet he went home to fetch his handy katana to look for his prey. And that prey is me. Oh, I'm -so- dead! Stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid, -stupid-! I really fucked up, this time. I really, really fucked up. How can I face my leader, now? Telling him I'm sorry just wouldn't cut it. I consider going to a funeral home. I might as well start shopping for a coffin and a tombstone. I remind myself to make a list of things I want my friends to prepare.
You may think that I'm over reacting, and that Aya will -not- chop me up into itty-bitty pieces. But you weren't there, when I pushed him into the lake. You weren't there to see the predatory gleam in his eyes. It was like looking at a hawk who hasn't eaten for days, while you're a big, juicy rabbit. It was scary. And I've faced many things in my life, that should be considered frightening. Aya's glare just won first place.
So now, I'm wandering around town, because I'm too scared to go home. It sucks to be living right beside your leader. I glance at my watch; 11:53 pm. It has only been an hour since the accident. He must be home, by now, no doubt planning a terrible death for me.
And the evening had been going so well. Well, as good as it could get, anyway. Our earlier argument wasn't -too- bad.
I continue to walk on the sidewalk, glancing at the window displays once in a while. I look at my reflection, in one of the windows. I look terrible; like I'm seriously stressed out. Well, you would be too if there's an angry psycho, bent on killing you.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a person walking towards me. I turn around, surprised to see a familiar figure.
"Omi?" I ask, curiously.
The young boy looks up at me, confused for a short moment. Then recognition dawns on him when his eyes settle on me.
"Hi, Ken-kun. What're you doing here?" he asks me. I take in his appearance. He doesn't look too good. I thought he was studying with some friends?
I don't really feel like recalling the night's events, so I give him a vague answer. "Oh... Just, walking around."
He nods his head, and looks at the ground.
I tilt my head. There's something wrong with our usually cheery kid. "Something the matter?"
He faces me again, and sighs. He nods his head, again. I decide that he needs to talk to someone, so I lead him away. Together, we walk back to the shop.
***
"So, what happened?" I ask, setting a mug filled with hot cocoa, in front of him.
The two of us had arrived back at my apartment. I immediately led him to the table in the kitchen, hoping to cheer him up.
I took a deep breath, before beginning. "You know... My little... Crush?" he asks me, tentatively.
I nod my head. "Yes." Of course I knew. I wouldn't be his best friend if I didn't.
"Well... When I was walking home, earlier," He places both of his palms around the heated mug. "I saw... -Him- kissing some girl."
I continue to watch him; I know he isn't finished. "And?" I prod.
He stops to think about something, before he begins, again. "And... I don't like it."
I sit down in the seat across from him. I catch his eye, and tell him, "You know he does it every time he goes out."
He sighs, deeply. I hate seeing him like this, so defeated. "I know, Ken- kun. But, tonight was the first time I actually -saw- it with my own eyes. At least, when I only knew, I can be ignorant about it."
I nod, in understanding. The poor kid. He's been trying so hard to ignore it, but it keeps slapping him in the face.
"Maybe you should talk to him." I suggest.
He shakes his head, sadly. "We had a fight."
This surprises me. Omi and Yoji in a fight? I've seen them have so many arguments, but they were never anything serious, they were never anything to brood over. They're friendship was always so tight, despite their many differences.
"H-How? Why?" I ask, worriedly.
He turns away from me. I can tell he's ashamed of himself. "I saw him flirting with a different girl, from the one he was kissing. Even though I knew he did it before, seeing it made me so angry! So... I confronted him."
My eyes widen. It's no secret that Yoji is probably the biggest player, in this side of Japan. Why would Omi want to bring it up, now, of all times?
"I yelled at him, and called him things, and he just brushed me off... Like all of those other times. I said some things... I don't really want to repeat them, right now."
I smile, sympathetically. "S'Alright, Omi."
He pushes the mug away, and rests his head on his folded arms. "I wish I could tell him how I feel."
"Why don't you?"
"'Cuz I just screwed everything up."
I check the clock, above us. It's nearly one in the morning. "You still have time." I tell him.
He looks at the clock, himself, studying it for a moment. Shaking his head, he turns to me. "How did dinner with Aya-kun go?" "Uh..." Like I said before, I don't wanna mention it. "Don't avoid the subject!"
He frowns at me. "I'm not!" he cries, indignantly.
"Then go down there and -talk- to him!"
"B-But... I... I -can't-!"
"Why not?"
"Because... Just because!"
"Because you're a chicken?"
"N-No!"
"Then, get down there!"
"K-Ken-kun!" he cries, pouting. Ah, our cute, little Omitchi is back.
I suddenly stand up, grab onto my friend's arm, and drag him out of my apartment. Pushing him out the door, I make sure to say, "And don't come back until you've actually -spoken- to him!" I slam the door in his face.
There. That should do it. It's nice to think about other people's problems, instead of always brooding over mine.
Dinner. Lake. Angry redhead.
I groan, as these images flood my mind. I wish I could just turn back time, so I can avoid the whole thing. I don't want an angry Aya on my back!
Deciding to leave my worries for the next day, I head towards my bedroom. Slipping into my night clothes, I jump into bed and try to fall asleep. However, imaginary, 'mini-Aya's keep popping into my head; I see them slashing into my bedroom with their 'mini-katana's, repeating that deadly word, over and over again. 'Shine', '-shine-'!
I snap my eyes open and quickly look around my room. Was that window always open? What if Aya's little army comes in here? I slam my fist into the mattress. Hidaka, you idiot! There are -no- such things as 'mini- Aya's. Though, it would be cool to have a group of 'mini-Ken's to help me do my chores. I giggle at the thought.
I glance at the digital clock beside me. It's already been a couple of hours since Omi left. Things between them have probably settled, by now.
I wrap my body in my nice, warm sheets, and fall asleep thinking about my 'mini-Ken's, obeying my every command.
***
I have the afternoon shift with Yoji today, which is probably for the best. I doubt Aya has forgotten about yesterday's little mishap.
Yoji seems to be in a good mood, so I think he and Omi are on good terms, again. Hopefully, on even -better- terms.
I'm watering a row of plants with a hose when Omi enters the shop, in his school uniform.
"Hi Ken-kun!"
"Hey Omi! How was that test?"
"Easy!" Figures.
"Hey Omitchi." Mischievous grin.
"Hi Yoji-kun!" Shy smile.
Oh yeah, they're on good terms. I'm betting that Omi has one more week left, until he's no longer a virgin.
"Ken, pay attention to what you're doing."
Ack! Where the hell did -he- come from?
"W-W-What? Oh! Shit! S-S-Sorry!" I'm so dead, I'm so dead, I'm so dead. I grab a mop and start cleaning up the floor, which has a big puddle of water. When I'm done, I turn my attention back to the flowers.
Everything is quiet, in the shop. The school girls have yet to arrive, and Yoji and Omi are nowhere to be seen. I bet they're in the storage room.
"Ken?"
"Yes?" I turn my whole body around, but I forget that my arm is still holding the hose... The hose that is still spurting water. My eyes widen, as I see the water slowly drenching a very, pissed-off looking, Aya.
"Ack!" Crap! I quickly swing my arm away, and look up at him, sheepishly. Uh-oh... I'm in deep shit, now... "I'm... I'm sorry..."
"You seem to like getting me wet, don't you Ken?" he asks, glowering at me.
"I... Uh..." Those eyes are staring at me, again! I can't help but look behind him. No 'mini-Aya's anywhere.
I see him turn his back on me, and walk away. I breath a sigh of relief. But, wait! What if he's going to get his katana? He really -is- gonna cut me up! I don't wanna die!
"I'm going to change."
Oh.
I see him pound on the storage room door. "Stop fooling around, and get to work!"
When Yoji and Omi come back out, looking embarrassed, I can't help but burst into laughter. Their expressions are priceless.
... To Be Continued.
***
Author's Notes: Another chapter with more talk, and less accidents. Sorry! Well, people have been saying that they want some AyaKen action, so I promise to include some in the next chapter! This part was suppose to focus a bit more on YojiOmi, since someone asked for it. I hope that's good enough for you!
Cece: Please review/comment on my fic! ...Or else!
*takes a picture of Ran and Ken together, and rips it in half*
Ken: Ack! No! *runs to cuddle his beloved Ran*
Cece: *evil laugh*