In a snipers sight
Disclaimer: The only thing about Weiß Kreuz I´m owning are the mangas and a DVD. The only reasons I´m making this are the reviews I got, asking me for more. (Thank you very much!! ´`´`) = I don't own them! Don´t sue! Just for fun! No profit!
Rating: Rating? Can you eat that?
Brief summary: Yotan gets bored with Kenken´s soccer obsession
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"Kenken you're in there?"
Yohji stared at the devastated basement room. Everything was out of order and ruffled, giving one to think that a herd of pink gorillas had made a marathon race trough it. Yohji shook his head and sighed.
Obviously it was one of this days.
Again.
Ken had monopolized the huge wide-screen television in the basement to watch a soccer game. Those games were boring everybody else out of their skin, but the brunette seemed to enjoy watching the little players chasing the ball around on the screen.
Looking through the mess the other had created (it was one of the unsolved riddles to Yohji how a single human could do this while watching TV), Yohji noticed some facts.
First: aforesaid soccer-fanatic was nowhere to be found. Second: The game was still going on, being right now interrupted for some brain-whacking publicity brake. Third: That meant that Ken would come back soon.
Deciding to wait for the brunette Yohji watched the repeat of the last game minutes with disinterest. How Ken could get that enthusiastic about watching some small men chasing a even smaller ball from one side of the field to another and back was out of this reach. To Yohji it was plain simply boring.
Irresolute the lanky blonde stared at the TV set, absently-minded playing with the black marker he was holding. He'd been pricing out some flower-arrangements when he'd noticed that some of Ken's were missing. The fact that aforesaid clumsy oaf was watching soccer instead of working was naturally explaining a lot. ´Aya´s going to kill him.´ Slightly grinning at the though of the redhead icicle chasing the ex-soccer player around for not doing his share, Yohji let his eyes travel over the writing on the marker.
Suddenly he paused. Then he read that special part again. A wide smirk spread over Yohji´s, lips, his suicide sense kicking in with full force. ´Maybe it's not getting that boring after all.´
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When Ken finally returned into the basement room he was greeted by a wide grinning Yohji who was comfortably sprawled on the couch, waving a hand nonchalantly in his direction.
"Hi, Kenken! Watching soccer again?" came the somewhat over-cheerful greeting. Ken didn't notice. The game would be continued any second and he wasn't wanting to miss any of it. "Hi Yohji. Shouldn't you be working in the shop?" Yohji shrugged carelessly. "Actually yes, but I like it better here."
Ken didn't even bother to look at the playboy or at least try to talk some sense into him. It was useless anyway. As long as he wasn't disturbing his soccer game…
Yotan watched with amusement how Ken's eyes latched themselves onto the screen as soon as the brunette had entered the room. The game continued for some time while none of them was moving. Internally he was counting down the seconds until the other one would finally notice.
Ken stared disbelieving at the screen in front of him. Somebody had actually drawn a reticule on it. The game was still going on and every time a player passed it, it was looking like some invisible sniper was taking aim at him.
Ken stared some more time at the screen until another player passed the ´snipers line´. Seeing that he blinked, half awaiting to hear some bang and see the little man falling to the ground, but of course nothing happened. The game continued like it was. From the spot where Yohji was he could hear some strangled noises. Looking there he could see the lanky blonde trying his best not to burst out laughing, but to keep a neutral face instead. He failed miserably. Grinning like hell Yohji looked at Ken and asked innocently "Something wrong? You're looking so strange." Ken frowned at him.
Yohji grinned even more at the bad look Ken was giving him. He'd known from the beginning on that annoying the well-built brunette wasn't such a good idea. Yohji was taller than him but if it was for brute body strength Ken could swipe the floor with him. Still, his face as he'd seen the players running trough the snipers sight had been worth it.
Still grinning like an idiot he watched as a pissed off Kenken advanced on him.
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Omi watched dumbfolded as Ken shoved Yohji out of the basement room and locked it after him. The tall blonde was laughing like a maniac and Ken had a cold expressionless look on his face for which even Aya would have envied him.
Omi sweatdropped and decided quickly that he wasn't even wanting to know what had happened.
One week later the reticule was still on he screen. Manx shoved the tape into the recorder and the monitor flashed to life, showing them a picture of Persia. (AND the reticule on his face.)
"Weiß. I have a mission for you…"
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For Blume, bright shadow and Akeru. Great thanks to you three.
Blume - for always reviewing and giving me such wonderful crazy ideas ´`.´`
bright shadow/ Akiryn – great thanks for telling me about that anonymous review thingy. I really didn't notice!´`_´`*
Akeru – for the e-mail and kicking my lazy ass back to writing! ´`.´`**
Also great thanks to the guy who actually did this and managed to survive long enough to tell me about the whole story. (Anou… long story. Involves an about 2 metres/ 6,7 foot tall, muscular soccer fan, a waterproof marker and some other things...)
