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
- 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: Whee! I guess people liked my kissing scene! A long list of people to thank, today!
gwenhwyfar, Keeshe Kal'daka, Jin, Rika-chan, Little Isa, Siberian, fei, Kyri, Triste, siberian, sara-chan, Allerhaene, Lola, Inicora, Ayako, Devon- chan, Joanna, Sardius, Kia, and Amethyst!
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Revealing Myself:
Chapter Eight: Confess To Him
"Okay, so let me get this straight." Yoji finally responds, after my description of the previous night's events. "You and Aya are having a fine time, sitting on his couch and watching a movie, when you two suddenly start making out... And then you -bite- him?" And I was hoping my best friend could give me comfort.
"W-Well..." I scratch the back of my head, sheepishly. "Yeah."
"Why the -hell- would you do that?" he asks, incredulously. I fume a bit. He wasn't even there! How could he ever know how I felt when Aya came onto me like that.
"It scared me!" I protest.
"What scared you? The way he looked at you -after- the kiss? Or are you saying that you were afraid of the actual lip-locking even though you helped initiate it?" He's looking at me sternly.
"W-What? What makes you think -I- initiated it?" I can feel my cheeks growing hotter by the minute. Damnit! Why do I have to blush like this?
"You told me that you two just started kissing, so I'm guessing that would mean Aya didn't intend to rape you." he told me, matter-of-factly.
"B-B-But..." I stutter out. "Aya... Aya... He was going too fast!" I growl. Why can't anybody understand that? First Aya storms out of the living room, without a word, and now -Yoji- is making up all these weird stories! Maybe I should just stick to girls; they're less frustrating.
"Ken! That rose pricked me!" a random school girl cried, cradling her precious finger. "I need tender love and care!"
Then again, Aya isn't looking -too- intimidating right now. Don't these girls have anywhere else to go? I thought they have school! It's a Saturday, after all... Uh-oh, unless they're playing hookie!
I giggle, softly, earning myself a weird look from Yoji. 'Hookie' sounds funny.
"-Anyways-," Yoji emphasizes, ignoring the hookie-playing school girl. "Now we know that Aya wants you."
"W-W-What?" I exclaim, blushing further. "Th-Th-That's -not- possible!"
"You confuse me, KenKen." he tells me. "At first, it seemed like you were really interested in him, and now, after you two made out, you don't wanna be with him? Is he really that terrible a kisser?"
More sputtering, more stuttering, more blushing. "Y-Y-Yo... Y-Yo..."
"Yoji." he supplies for me.
"Y-Yoji!" I cry out, in disbelief. "H-He... H-How could you...?"
"So... That would mean that he's a -good- kisser?"
"I didn't say that!"
"But you didn't say he was bad, either. So, does that mean he's average?" he continues. I'd -really- like to punch him in the gut right now.
"H-How should I know?" No, really! How should I know? Didn't I tell you before that the kiss Aya and I shared was probably the most intimate I've ever had? Yeah, yeah, I know I'm pathetic. But, at least I'm not like Yoji, right?
Yoji sighs. "You're right. How stupid of me."
I smack him upside the head. He doesn't have to rub it in! "Shut up!"
"Get back to work!" Aya's extremely scary voice, demands of us.
I choke on nothing in particular. Now, there's something new. "Y-Y-Y..."
"Yes." Yoji to the rescue, again.
Aya walks away, but I am able to see the scowl on his pale face.
I groan, and glance at my watch. It's nearly three o'clock; Omi should be back soon. I breath a sigh of relief. Omi's sane and mentally-balanced. He could comfort me.
I continue to work as the cash register, and hope to God that my face isn't still flaming.
The day hadn't started out, too well. Aya has been scolding me, more often, and I don't even have to guess what the reason is. What's worse is the fact that I've been more clumsy, today; especially around our great, fearless leader. I glance at him, out of the corner of my eye, and notice that several girls are hanging all over him. Why do they always have to hang around him like that? I'm sure he doesn't like it! But, what if he does? What if he accepts a date from one of them? What if he --
"If you're not buying anything, get out!"
Yeah! You tell 'em, Aya! I can't help but grin at his back.
Why am I acting like a jealous and possessive girlfriend? After all, I -did- reject him, last night. I gulp. Why did I reject him?
I was scared. No, really! I wasn't just freaked out, not like, 'Oh my God! What the hell is he doing sticking that disgusting, slimy thing he calls a tongue, inside my mouth?' It was more like, 'He's making me feel weird things, and I'd like him to slow down' kind of thing. He didn't even give me time to explain -why- I wanted him to stop! I liked it! I liked it -a lot-. But, I just wanted to make sure of some things.
I wanted to make sure that our kiss would only lead us to more kissing. I wanted to make sure that he wouldn't touch anything I didn't want him to touch. I wanted to make sure that he wouldn't strip us of our clothing until we were as naked as the day we were born. I would like to take it one step at a time.
But, I guess I can't blame him. He doesn't know that I've never really had a long-term relationship, not to mention the fact that I've never had any sort of relationship with a -guy-.
And Aya is a very scary guy, so that makes this relationship all the more challenging.
"Have a nice day." I tell the customer I was helping, before I wave her off. On to the next one. "Hello."
He's looking at me, again. He's been doing that all day, just staring at me. What is he thinking? I hope he isn't thinking about slicing me up with his katana. God only knows how many nightmares I've had with -that- thing. I hear the chimes tingle, signaling another person entering the shop.
I look up to see a blonde boy in a school uniform. "Hey Omi." I greet.
"Hi Ken-kun! Hi Yoji-kun." Loving look, cheery smile, and a small peck on the cheek. I can't help but feel envious of their relationship. It's so carefree and friendly. What would my relationship with Aya be like? Would I be obeying his every word? Scared out of my mind? Stiff as a board?
"Ken, I need some help in the storage room." Aya says, walking briskly past me.
"O-O... Okay..." I respond. Uh-oh. This is it. The confrontation. Otherwise, he would have asked Yoji, who is currently lounging around in a seat, doing absolutely nothing.
I capture Yoji's eye, and gesture towards the cash register machine. He nods, winks at me, and pats me on the back, before he heads for his duty.
As slowly as my feet could carry me, I head towards the storage room. I feel like I'm heading towards my doom, that is Aya.
He is putting away some items and rearranging boxes, when I arrive. I watch him, as his body moves swiftly and accurately. So perfectly.
Smacking my head, I say, "Hey."
He turns around, and gives me a black stare. I blink. Now, isn't this unusual...
He brushes past me to close the door, and I give a small yelp. Okay, this is scaring me. Wouldn't you be?
I hear the lock fall into place, and gulp down a huge lump in my throat. There is silence between us for what seems to be the longest five minutes I've ever experienced, in my life.
"Why?" he finally asks.
I jump, when I hear his voice. He sounds so... Deadly. "W-W-Wh-Why what?"
He narrows his eyes at me. Oh God, not the eyes! "-Why-," he emphasizes. "Did you do what you did, yesterday?"
More gulping, more blushing, some sweating. I clear my throat, but I still manage to croak out, "Y-Y-Yes-Yester-d-day?"
He continues to wait for my answer.
I swallow again. "I-I-I... I d-don't know."
He scowls. "You don't know why you stopped?"
I shake my head, furiously, then think better of it, and nod, instead. I can feel my whole body shivering from the way he's looking at me.
"Well, which is it?" he demands, angrily.
"N-No... I mean! Y-Yes! Yes! I do know!" Someone help me! I'm so scared!
"Are you going to tell me -why-?" he grounds out.
I can't speak for a moment. How the hell am I suppose to tell him? How am I suppose to tell him -anything- with the way he's looking at me?
"Do I confuse you?" he begins, walking towards me with long, slow strides. I, reflexively, back away from his intimidating figure.
I shake my head, nervously.
"Does the fact that I'm attracted to another guy scare you?"
I shake my head, again.
He's standing right in front of me, now, eyes narrowed into thin slits. "Do I disgust you?"
I gulp, before I shake my head, vigorously.
"Then, what the hell is it?" He nearly yells. I'm glad he shut the door, I wouldn't want anybody asking me questions.
Suddenly, the shoelaces on my sneakers seem very interesting. I wonder how many lines are --
"Are you gonna answer me, or are you just gonna stand there like a fucking idiot?" His voice, again. God, it's making me so nervous! Why does he have to act like this?
"Y-You... You were too fast..." I answer him.
"I was too fast for what? Too fast for your brain to comprehend?" I squeak out an incomprehensible response. How can he be so -mean-?
"I-I... I..." Hopefully, he won't scold me for my stuttering.
"Y-Y-You... You what?" he mocks me. Well, that's not very nice! I finally look up, frowning at him. I'm surprised to see a tender look on his face. What? Wasn't he yelling at me just a minute ago?
Gently, he lifts my chin up a bit higher, with his finger. He pecks me on the cheek. I'm so confused! Does he have multiple personalities or something?
"I'm sorry." he says. He's apologizing! He's -apologizing-! Wow! Twice in the same week! There must be some sort of record for that.
"W-What?" I ask, confused.
"I'm sorry." he repeats. "I was frustrated about last night, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."
I can only nod, in astonishment. He -apologized-. "It... It's okay."
He nods, smiling sadly. Then drops his hand, away from my face.
"I'm sorry, too." I say. "A-About... You know... Last night."
He only nods, and smiles. I love it when he smiles, he's so beautiful.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to." he assures me, resting his hands on my hips. "I'm sorry I went too fast, last night."
"It's alright." I tell him. "It's okay. I'm... I'm fine." He searches my eyes, seeking something. I widen my smile.
Slowly, he leans into me, and I don't hesitate or stutter or push him away. I part my lips a bit, and allow his mouth to move against mine. I didn't notice it last night, but his lips are so soft and warm. I would have thought they were cold, like his personality. But I was wrong.
They are gentle on my own, as he slowly pries my lips apart further. Like yesterday, he slips his tongue in and swipes at the insides of my mouth. I can feel it grazing over my gums and teeth -- ew! -- and I tentatively move my tongue against his. He tackles it instantly, and I feel my body being shoved up against the wall. His arms are wound around my waist, supportively, and my hands cling onto the collar of his T-shirt. A large box is in the way of my legs and the wall, so I step on top of it, in hopes that it will support me.
Aya continues to lean into my body. His mouth moves over mine more quickly, and his hands start to roam over my back. I wrap my arms around his neck, and pull our upper bodies closer together.
Just as things were starting to heat up, we hear a loud pounding on the door.
"Hey! You two stop fooling around, and get back to work!" Yoji cries, mimicking Aya's words from the previous day. I can faintly hear Omi's giggle in the background.
Aya gently pries away from my mouth, and looks at me. My face is flushed and I pout a little. I don't wanna stop! He smiles and kisses me on the lips swiftly, before unwounding his arms from me.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the box that was supporting my body, during the kiss; it was him. Still in a daze, I feel the box underneath me give way, and I tumble onto the floor with an 'oof'.
"Ow..." I complain. I rub my sore bottom, and look up at a smiling Aya. Like I said before, I love it when he smiles, even when it's because I had another klutz-attack.
I smile sheepishly, as he grabs my hand and helps me up. He gives me one last hug and peck on the cheek, before he unlocks the door and opens it. I watch him walk out, and resume his duties at the shop.
I smile, contentedly. If being with him makes me feel -this- mushy all over, then I won't complain.
... The End.
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Author's Notes:
Cece: *stares* Oh... My... ...
Yoji: ...God.
Cece: Thank you.
Yoji: No prob'.
Ken: You finished it!
Cece: My very first -finished- story!
Omi: *applauds, while smiling happily*
Ran: And now, *takes Ken's hand* you can leave us alone.
Cece: *frown* Not yet! I still have a couple of other stories you guys are starring in!
Omi: -And- the 'Epilogue' of this story!
Ken: There's an 'Epilogue'?
Cece: Well, maybe...
Yoji: What more could you possibly write?
Cece: I was thinking of writing some of Aya's thoughts, to explain what he was thinking during this whole... Dilemma.
Ran: Can't you write about that in the 'Sequel'?
Cece: Maybe...
Ken: A sequel? Is there gonna be a lemon?
Cece: L-L-Le... L-Lemon? *blushes, furiously*
Ken: Or at least a lime.
Cece: L-L... Lime? What's with you in fruits, today?
Ken: *shrugs*
Omi: A lot of people have been asking about that, Cece...
Yoji: Don't leave 'em without satisfying 'em.
Cece: Is there a double meaning to that?
Yoji: *grin*
Cece: I don't know if I can... It's so... *covers eyes*
Omi: You and Ken-kun are so alike, it's unbelievable!
Cece: That's the reason why I wrote him in first-person point-of-view. If that ever happened to me, that's probably how I would react.
Ran: She's not lying. Take a look... *spills a bucket of water onto the floor*
Cece: Ack! *waves arms around, wildly, before slipping and falling* Owie...
Ran: I rest my case.
Cece: *scowl* Well, -anybody- would fall if you did that to -them-!
Ran: *being ignorant*
Cece: *scowls some more, and stomps foot* That's it! You're not getting laid in the next fic!
Ran: *eyes widen* W-W-Wh-Wh...
Yoji: ...What.
Ran: Wh-What?
Cece: *sticks tongue out*
Ken: *sad, puppy-dog look*
Cece: *melts* To see KenKen happy again, click on the 'review' button below, to your left!
Omi: The things you do, Cece...
Cece: *grin*
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
- 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: Whee! I guess people liked my kissing scene! A long list of people to thank, today!
gwenhwyfar, Keeshe Kal'daka, Jin, Rika-chan, Little Isa, Siberian, fei, Kyri, Triste, siberian, sara-chan, Allerhaene, Lola, Inicora, Ayako, Devon- chan, Joanna, Sardius, Kia, and Amethyst!
***
Revealing Myself:
Chapter Eight: Confess To Him
"Okay, so let me get this straight." Yoji finally responds, after my description of the previous night's events. "You and Aya are having a fine time, sitting on his couch and watching a movie, when you two suddenly start making out... And then you -bite- him?" And I was hoping my best friend could give me comfort.
"W-Well..." I scratch the back of my head, sheepishly. "Yeah."
"Why the -hell- would you do that?" he asks, incredulously. I fume a bit. He wasn't even there! How could he ever know how I felt when Aya came onto me like that.
"It scared me!" I protest.
"What scared you? The way he looked at you -after- the kiss? Or are you saying that you were afraid of the actual lip-locking even though you helped initiate it?" He's looking at me sternly.
"W-What? What makes you think -I- initiated it?" I can feel my cheeks growing hotter by the minute. Damnit! Why do I have to blush like this?
"You told me that you two just started kissing, so I'm guessing that would mean Aya didn't intend to rape you." he told me, matter-of-factly.
"B-B-But..." I stutter out. "Aya... Aya... He was going too fast!" I growl. Why can't anybody understand that? First Aya storms out of the living room, without a word, and now -Yoji- is making up all these weird stories! Maybe I should just stick to girls; they're less frustrating.
"Ken! That rose pricked me!" a random school girl cried, cradling her precious finger. "I need tender love and care!"
Then again, Aya isn't looking -too- intimidating right now. Don't these girls have anywhere else to go? I thought they have school! It's a Saturday, after all... Uh-oh, unless they're playing hookie!
I giggle, softly, earning myself a weird look from Yoji. 'Hookie' sounds funny.
"-Anyways-," Yoji emphasizes, ignoring the hookie-playing school girl. "Now we know that Aya wants you."
"W-W-What?" I exclaim, blushing further. "Th-Th-That's -not- possible!"
"You confuse me, KenKen." he tells me. "At first, it seemed like you were really interested in him, and now, after you two made out, you don't wanna be with him? Is he really that terrible a kisser?"
More sputtering, more stuttering, more blushing. "Y-Y-Yo... Y-Yo..."
"Yoji." he supplies for me.
"Y-Yoji!" I cry out, in disbelief. "H-He... H-How could you...?"
"So... That would mean that he's a -good- kisser?"
"I didn't say that!"
"But you didn't say he was bad, either. So, does that mean he's average?" he continues. I'd -really- like to punch him in the gut right now.
"H-How should I know?" No, really! How should I know? Didn't I tell you before that the kiss Aya and I shared was probably the most intimate I've ever had? Yeah, yeah, I know I'm pathetic. But, at least I'm not like Yoji, right?
Yoji sighs. "You're right. How stupid of me."
I smack him upside the head. He doesn't have to rub it in! "Shut up!"
"Get back to work!" Aya's extremely scary voice, demands of us.
I choke on nothing in particular. Now, there's something new. "Y-Y-Y..."
"Yes." Yoji to the rescue, again.
Aya walks away, but I am able to see the scowl on his pale face.
I groan, and glance at my watch. It's nearly three o'clock; Omi should be back soon. I breath a sigh of relief. Omi's sane and mentally-balanced. He could comfort me.
I continue to work as the cash register, and hope to God that my face isn't still flaming.
The day hadn't started out, too well. Aya has been scolding me, more often, and I don't even have to guess what the reason is. What's worse is the fact that I've been more clumsy, today; especially around our great, fearless leader. I glance at him, out of the corner of my eye, and notice that several girls are hanging all over him. Why do they always have to hang around him like that? I'm sure he doesn't like it! But, what if he does? What if he accepts a date from one of them? What if he --
"If you're not buying anything, get out!"
Yeah! You tell 'em, Aya! I can't help but grin at his back.
Why am I acting like a jealous and possessive girlfriend? After all, I -did- reject him, last night. I gulp. Why did I reject him?
I was scared. No, really! I wasn't just freaked out, not like, 'Oh my God! What the hell is he doing sticking that disgusting, slimy thing he calls a tongue, inside my mouth?' It was more like, 'He's making me feel weird things, and I'd like him to slow down' kind of thing. He didn't even give me time to explain -why- I wanted him to stop! I liked it! I liked it -a lot-. But, I just wanted to make sure of some things.
I wanted to make sure that our kiss would only lead us to more kissing. I wanted to make sure that he wouldn't touch anything I didn't want him to touch. I wanted to make sure that he wouldn't strip us of our clothing until we were as naked as the day we were born. I would like to take it one step at a time.
But, I guess I can't blame him. He doesn't know that I've never really had a long-term relationship, not to mention the fact that I've never had any sort of relationship with a -guy-.
And Aya is a very scary guy, so that makes this relationship all the more challenging.
"Have a nice day." I tell the customer I was helping, before I wave her off. On to the next one. "Hello."
He's looking at me, again. He's been doing that all day, just staring at me. What is he thinking? I hope he isn't thinking about slicing me up with his katana. God only knows how many nightmares I've had with -that- thing. I hear the chimes tingle, signaling another person entering the shop.
I look up to see a blonde boy in a school uniform. "Hey Omi." I greet.
"Hi Ken-kun! Hi Yoji-kun." Loving look, cheery smile, and a small peck on the cheek. I can't help but feel envious of their relationship. It's so carefree and friendly. What would my relationship with Aya be like? Would I be obeying his every word? Scared out of my mind? Stiff as a board?
"Ken, I need some help in the storage room." Aya says, walking briskly past me.
"O-O... Okay..." I respond. Uh-oh. This is it. The confrontation. Otherwise, he would have asked Yoji, who is currently lounging around in a seat, doing absolutely nothing.
I capture Yoji's eye, and gesture towards the cash register machine. He nods, winks at me, and pats me on the back, before he heads for his duty.
As slowly as my feet could carry me, I head towards the storage room. I feel like I'm heading towards my doom, that is Aya.
He is putting away some items and rearranging boxes, when I arrive. I watch him, as his body moves swiftly and accurately. So perfectly.
Smacking my head, I say, "Hey."
He turns around, and gives me a black stare. I blink. Now, isn't this unusual...
He brushes past me to close the door, and I give a small yelp. Okay, this is scaring me. Wouldn't you be?
I hear the lock fall into place, and gulp down a huge lump in my throat. There is silence between us for what seems to be the longest five minutes I've ever experienced, in my life.
"Why?" he finally asks.
I jump, when I hear his voice. He sounds so... Deadly. "W-W-Wh-Why what?"
He narrows his eyes at me. Oh God, not the eyes! "-Why-," he emphasizes. "Did you do what you did, yesterday?"
More gulping, more blushing, some sweating. I clear my throat, but I still manage to croak out, "Y-Y-Yes-Yester-d-day?"
He continues to wait for my answer.
I swallow again. "I-I-I... I d-don't know."
He scowls. "You don't know why you stopped?"
I shake my head, furiously, then think better of it, and nod, instead. I can feel my whole body shivering from the way he's looking at me.
"Well, which is it?" he demands, angrily.
"N-No... I mean! Y-Yes! Yes! I do know!" Someone help me! I'm so scared!
"Are you going to tell me -why-?" he grounds out.
I can't speak for a moment. How the hell am I suppose to tell him? How am I suppose to tell him -anything- with the way he's looking at me?
"Do I confuse you?" he begins, walking towards me with long, slow strides. I, reflexively, back away from his intimidating figure.
I shake my head, nervously.
"Does the fact that I'm attracted to another guy scare you?"
I shake my head, again.
He's standing right in front of me, now, eyes narrowed into thin slits. "Do I disgust you?"
I gulp, before I shake my head, vigorously.
"Then, what the hell is it?" He nearly yells. I'm glad he shut the door, I wouldn't want anybody asking me questions.
Suddenly, the shoelaces on my sneakers seem very interesting. I wonder how many lines are --
"Are you gonna answer me, or are you just gonna stand there like a fucking idiot?" His voice, again. God, it's making me so nervous! Why does he have to act like this?
"Y-You... You were too fast..." I answer him.
"I was too fast for what? Too fast for your brain to comprehend?" I squeak out an incomprehensible response. How can he be so -mean-?
"I-I... I..." Hopefully, he won't scold me for my stuttering.
"Y-Y-You... You what?" he mocks me. Well, that's not very nice! I finally look up, frowning at him. I'm surprised to see a tender look on his face. What? Wasn't he yelling at me just a minute ago?
Gently, he lifts my chin up a bit higher, with his finger. He pecks me on the cheek. I'm so confused! Does he have multiple personalities or something?
"I'm sorry." he says. He's apologizing! He's -apologizing-! Wow! Twice in the same week! There must be some sort of record for that.
"W-What?" I ask, confused.
"I'm sorry." he repeats. "I was frustrated about last night, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry."
I can only nod, in astonishment. He -apologized-. "It... It's okay."
He nods, smiling sadly. Then drops his hand, away from my face.
"I'm sorry, too." I say. "A-About... You know... Last night."
He only nods, and smiles. I love it when he smiles, he's so beautiful.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to." he assures me, resting his hands on my hips. "I'm sorry I went too fast, last night."
"It's alright." I tell him. "It's okay. I'm... I'm fine." He searches my eyes, seeking something. I widen my smile.
Slowly, he leans into me, and I don't hesitate or stutter or push him away. I part my lips a bit, and allow his mouth to move against mine. I didn't notice it last night, but his lips are so soft and warm. I would have thought they were cold, like his personality. But I was wrong.
They are gentle on my own, as he slowly pries my lips apart further. Like yesterday, he slips his tongue in and swipes at the insides of my mouth. I can feel it grazing over my gums and teeth -- ew! -- and I tentatively move my tongue against his. He tackles it instantly, and I feel my body being shoved up against the wall. His arms are wound around my waist, supportively, and my hands cling onto the collar of his T-shirt. A large box is in the way of my legs and the wall, so I step on top of it, in hopes that it will support me.
Aya continues to lean into my body. His mouth moves over mine more quickly, and his hands start to roam over my back. I wrap my arms around his neck, and pull our upper bodies closer together.
Just as things were starting to heat up, we hear a loud pounding on the door.
"Hey! You two stop fooling around, and get back to work!" Yoji cries, mimicking Aya's words from the previous day. I can faintly hear Omi's giggle in the background.
Aya gently pries away from my mouth, and looks at me. My face is flushed and I pout a little. I don't wanna stop! He smiles and kisses me on the lips swiftly, before unwounding his arms from me.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the box that was supporting my body, during the kiss; it was him. Still in a daze, I feel the box underneath me give way, and I tumble onto the floor with an 'oof'.
"Ow..." I complain. I rub my sore bottom, and look up at a smiling Aya. Like I said before, I love it when he smiles, even when it's because I had another klutz-attack.
I smile sheepishly, as he grabs my hand and helps me up. He gives me one last hug and peck on the cheek, before he unlocks the door and opens it. I watch him walk out, and resume his duties at the shop.
I smile, contentedly. If being with him makes me feel -this- mushy all over, then I won't complain.
... The End.
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Author's Notes:
Cece: *stares* Oh... My... ...
Yoji: ...God.
Cece: Thank you.
Yoji: No prob'.
Ken: You finished it!
Cece: My very first -finished- story!
Omi: *applauds, while smiling happily*
Ran: And now, *takes Ken's hand* you can leave us alone.
Cece: *frown* Not yet! I still have a couple of other stories you guys are starring in!
Omi: -And- the 'Epilogue' of this story!
Ken: There's an 'Epilogue'?
Cece: Well, maybe...
Yoji: What more could you possibly write?
Cece: I was thinking of writing some of Aya's thoughts, to explain what he was thinking during this whole... Dilemma.
Ran: Can't you write about that in the 'Sequel'?
Cece: Maybe...
Ken: A sequel? Is there gonna be a lemon?
Cece: L-L-Le... L-Lemon? *blushes, furiously*
Ken: Or at least a lime.
Cece: L-L... Lime? What's with you in fruits, today?
Ken: *shrugs*
Omi: A lot of people have been asking about that, Cece...
Yoji: Don't leave 'em without satisfying 'em.
Cece: Is there a double meaning to that?
Yoji: *grin*
Cece: I don't know if I can... It's so... *covers eyes*
Omi: You and Ken-kun are so alike, it's unbelievable!
Cece: That's the reason why I wrote him in first-person point-of-view. If that ever happened to me, that's probably how I would react.
Ran: She's not lying. Take a look... *spills a bucket of water onto the floor*
Cece: Ack! *waves arms around, wildly, before slipping and falling* Owie...
Ran: I rest my case.
Cece: *scowl* Well, -anybody- would fall if you did that to -them-!
Ran: *being ignorant*
Cece: *scowls some more, and stomps foot* That's it! You're not getting laid in the next fic!
Ran: *eyes widen* W-W-Wh-Wh...
Yoji: ...What.
Ran: Wh-What?
Cece: *sticks tongue out*
Ken: *sad, puppy-dog look*
Cece: *melts* To see KenKen happy again, click on the 'review' button below, to your left!
Omi: The things you do, Cece...
Cece: *grin*