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by: Yuri Maxwell
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Disclaimers: I don't own WeißKreuz nor the boys. Though it would sure be fun if I did .
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Ken stood outside Omi's door thinking about the blonde assassin. He knew that something was wrong with Omi. The former soccer player couldn't help but see through the smiles Omi offered everyone else. Ken wasn't the most perceptive of people yet somehow the sadness lurking in his fellow kitten's eyes couldn't escape his notice. It was there no matter what any of them did, whatever Omi himself did.
Ken sighed. He was seriously beginning to question his concern for Omi. He usually didn't question his feelings and just acted upon them fully believing that his actions were all for the best. He was pretty impulsive, some might say. But lately he had been thinking more of the things he did regarding Omi. He didn't know if he was actually helping. Omi would smile for him - he knew that. He would smile for his sake, smile even for a while. But after everything Omi would go to his old morose self.
Ken let out another sigh. He was also beginning to question the fact that he was overly concerned. It was starting to seem as if Omi's happiness was something he himself needed. Those rare times that Omi smiled and actually meant it made Ken want to smile as well.
The ex-J league player shook his head. How was he going to help Omi when he was starting to think of him as something more than his fellow kitten? Ken always found himself attracted to this or that person. Attraction for him wasn't something new. But he was never one to act upon these little attractions and simply chose to admire from afar, letting whatever feelings he may have die a natural death. But this thing that he was feeling for Omi wasn't deteriorating into the accepted level. In fact, it was slowly soaring into heights he never knew possible. He was falling... hard. He was falling for Omi... fellow kitten... friend... Shit. This wasn't good.
He wanted to help Omi. He really did. But it seems that it was him who needed help more. He needed help He needed Omi. Shit.
He looked down to the bottles in his hands. This isn't a good idea Ken. Is this what you REALLY are out to do? But then, it's not like I'm getting him drunk. It's just a couple of bottles...
Shit. I should really just get some sleep. Or I can drink these myself. Alone.
"Kenkun?" Omi asked staring at Ken who was standing just outside his door. "What's that for?" he added, pointing to the bottles.
Ken just blinked at him not knowing what to do. He was so busy fighting with himself to notice that the door actually opened. "Bottles. Beer."
"Kenkun? Are you okay?" Omi asked feeling for his temperature. "Is something wrong?"
"Uh... it's nothing!" Ken managed to say, snapping out of his trance. Well here goes nothing... "I brought some beer. I was wondering if you would like some."
"Beer? Okay I guess. Why don't you come in?"
"Thanks."
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A/N: I can smell lemon in the air!!! Hopefully there would be lemony scenes soon!!! I still make such short chapters, I know. But you must admit I wrote this real fast! Two chapters in two days! I usually write a chapter a month - and that is already when I'm inspired! R&R please!!! I need people feeding my ego. It makes me write faster. Anyway special thanks to donna, my non-anime loving friend who helps get me in the mood (to write, that is). She may not be into anime but at least she doesn't condemn it. She even tolerates my rants about kawaii boys and the whole world of yaoi. That's all for now! Till next time! Thanks for all the reviews! I really appreciate it! I even welcome flames! I'm that fond of feedback! But I'd rather receive nice ones over bad ones anytime. Man, I should write more Omi and Ken stuff! Actually I got another one in the making... But I should get this out of the way first!
by: Yuri Maxwell
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Disclaimers: I don't own WeißKreuz nor the boys. Though it would sure be fun if I did .
~*~*~
Ken stood outside Omi's door thinking about the blonde assassin. He knew that something was wrong with Omi. The former soccer player couldn't help but see through the smiles Omi offered everyone else. Ken wasn't the most perceptive of people yet somehow the sadness lurking in his fellow kitten's eyes couldn't escape his notice. It was there no matter what any of them did, whatever Omi himself did.
Ken sighed. He was seriously beginning to question his concern for Omi. He usually didn't question his feelings and just acted upon them fully believing that his actions were all for the best. He was pretty impulsive, some might say. But lately he had been thinking more of the things he did regarding Omi. He didn't know if he was actually helping. Omi would smile for him - he knew that. He would smile for his sake, smile even for a while. But after everything Omi would go to his old morose self.
Ken let out another sigh. He was also beginning to question the fact that he was overly concerned. It was starting to seem as if Omi's happiness was something he himself needed. Those rare times that Omi smiled and actually meant it made Ken want to smile as well.
The ex-J league player shook his head. How was he going to help Omi when he was starting to think of him as something more than his fellow kitten? Ken always found himself attracted to this or that person. Attraction for him wasn't something new. But he was never one to act upon these little attractions and simply chose to admire from afar, letting whatever feelings he may have die a natural death. But this thing that he was feeling for Omi wasn't deteriorating into the accepted level. In fact, it was slowly soaring into heights he never knew possible. He was falling... hard. He was falling for Omi... fellow kitten... friend... Shit. This wasn't good.
He wanted to help Omi. He really did. But it seems that it was him who needed help more. He needed help He needed Omi. Shit.
He looked down to the bottles in his hands. This isn't a good idea Ken. Is this what you REALLY are out to do? But then, it's not like I'm getting him drunk. It's just a couple of bottles...
Shit. I should really just get some sleep. Or I can drink these myself. Alone.
"Kenkun?" Omi asked staring at Ken who was standing just outside his door. "What's that for?" he added, pointing to the bottles.
Ken just blinked at him not knowing what to do. He was so busy fighting with himself to notice that the door actually opened. "Bottles. Beer."
"Kenkun? Are you okay?" Omi asked feeling for his temperature. "Is something wrong?"
"Uh... it's nothing!" Ken managed to say, snapping out of his trance. Well here goes nothing... "I brought some beer. I was wondering if you would like some."
"Beer? Okay I guess. Why don't you come in?"
"Thanks."
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A/N: I can smell lemon in the air!!! Hopefully there would be lemony scenes soon!!! I still make such short chapters, I know. But you must admit I wrote this real fast! Two chapters in two days! I usually write a chapter a month - and that is already when I'm inspired! R&R please!!! I need people feeding my ego. It makes me write faster. Anyway special thanks to donna, my non-anime loving friend who helps get me in the mood (to write, that is). She may not be into anime but at least she doesn't condemn it. She even tolerates my rants about kawaii boys and the whole world of yaoi. That's all for now! Till next time! Thanks for all the reviews! I really appreciate it! I even welcome flames! I'm that fond of feedback! But I'd rather receive nice ones over bad ones anytime. Man, I should write more Omi and Ken stuff! Actually I got another one in the making... But I should get this out of the way first!