Ch3. More failures… maybe a success???

                Ken watched with amusement as Omi glared at him and Yoji with his wide blue eyes. He looked like a ruffled kitten ready to start hissing and biting…which he did. Yoji yelped and jumped back, his hand flying away from Omi's mouth and back to his side.

                "OMI!" Yoji whined. "That wasn't very nice!"

                "Grabbing me out of no where and stuffing me into a closet is NOT what I call nice either, Yoji-kun." Omi muttered, shaking himself. "Have you two been spying on me!?" He scowl deepened and because of it, Ken started to feel bad… guilty.

                "Gomen." Ken muttered sheepishly. "Yoji…" He waved a hand at the older man who now had his bitten hand in his mouth with a pained expression on his face.

                "Never mind." Omi sighed. "Just… shoo!" He muttered, pushing Ken out of the closet. "It's your turn." He followed the brunette out of the closet with every intent to go and play on his computer but Yoji grabbed him, making sure to keep his hand away from Omi's mouth, and pulled him back into the closet.

                Ken gulped and shook his head, knowing that there were more dangerous things in life than annoying Aya. He just couldn't seem to recall any of them at the moment… only envisioning Aya screaming SHINE at the top of his lungs and running wildly after a Taketori… Again Ken shook his head.

There WERE more dangerous things.

There really were.

He could already feel himself blushing.

Damn Yoji. Damn Omi for going along with it! Damn Aya… for… for being who he was! Damn all of them!

                He sighed and walked into the room.

                "Hey Aya!" He called out. "How's it going?"

The redhead looked up for a second giving the brunette a measured glare before returning to the open book on his lap. "Mind if I put music on?" Ken asked, hoping Aya would pick up the hint that he was trying to start a conversation.

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                In the darkened closet Omi stopped fighting Yoji for freedom as he heard Ken's loud suggestion for music. Omi's blue eyes widened as he smacked himself in the forehead biting a groan back. If there was one thing Aya hated, other than Yoji's bad habits… which could take more than an hour to list… it was Ken's taste in music.

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                With the cd case open and the decision made, Ken paused in mid action of placing the cd in the cd player. Paused… because he suddenly wasn't exactly sure if this was the right song to put in. It was rather… obvious.

He blinked and gritted his teeth.

And placed the cd in, pressing play and hoping that he wouldn't regret the action.

A drum beat filtered the room causing Aya looked up startled, a pained expression crossing his features before he muttered something to himself only and returned to his book with a frown. When the singer started to sing, Ken was smiling with relief. Sure, Aya looked pissed to say the least… BUT… he hadn't left.

That was the main thing after all.

Now all he had left to do was get the older man to listen to the lyrics… smile… or blush.

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                "What the hell is this…?" Yoji muttered, pressing himself to the closet wall where he had made two holes so they could spy into the living room. Omi sighed and rolled his eyes. "Does the idiot wanna get killed!?"

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                "So I cry, I pray and I beg….Love me love me…Say that you love me…" Ken sang along with the Cardinal's 'Lovefool'. "…go on and fool me, love me love…me?…" He trailed off as he realized belatedly that the redhead had started to leave the room. He slammed his hand down on the cd player, shutting it off very effectively and then started running, doing only what a florist/assassin could do when there was emotional trouble brewing.

                "Aya-wait!" He yelped, catching up to the redhead that was determinedly marching away from the brunette and into the kitchen. The violet-eyed man stopped on his tracks and turned, waiting… impatiently. "I'm sorry." Ken muttered, out of breath. "I didn't mean to annoy you with… I mean… but you know… you could have just told me that the music was annoying you!" He paused and gulped some fresh air into his poor lungs. "Here!" He pushed a flower into Aya's hand, who stared at it for minute or two in mild bewilderment. "It's for you… as an apology…"

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                "This isn't half as amusing as I thought it would be…" Yoji muttered, flicking his lighter on to light his cigarette. Omi sputtered a little growl before trying to pounce and take the polluting object out of the older man's hand. Instead of doing that, Omi landed half sprawled on the floor with Yoji looking at him with an evil expression on his face. "Its time to make this a bit more amusing." Omi's heart sank with those words, suddenly wishing that his boring day… had stayed a boring day.

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                "…" Aya looked wordlessly from the flower, a violet to be exact, to the stuttering, blushing Ken who was now pointedly looking anywhere but Aya's face. With a swift motion, the flower was placed back into Ken's hand. "Put it back in the shop." Aya ordered shortly.

                "Huh? B-b…b…But why?" His question stayed in the air for a minute before Aya turned his glare back on him and shattered the silence.

                "We don't want to waste money." With that the redhead moved away and went to retrieve his coat. He was once again stilled in his actions as a scream filtered the air and there was a bang that sounded from the closet. Ken's hurt look disappeared under his sudden red blush. "Do I want to know?" Aya hissed in exasperation. Another scream for help answered him and he sighed, giving Ken a slight push away from the closet so he could reach for the handle. Ken watched Aya and bit his lip as Omi ran out from the closet, face red and a few tears running down from his cheeks. The boy seemed out of breath as he hid behind Aya's back and sort of limped forward while trying to get his breath back. Yoji came out second's later, smile on his face as usual. It never wavered, Ken noticed with slight admiration, even when Aya glared at the man.

                "What?" Yoji asked defensively. "It's not my fault you were so goddamn loud… And I mean… look at him. It's like he's begging to be tickled."

                "In a closet, Kudou?" Ken had to bite back a laugh at the question.

                "Hey… I don't like boys." Yoji muttered, letting a hand run through his hair. "Especially when they're under eighteen." There was brief silence and Aya's violet eyes iced over and he turned away, whispering what Ken could only imagine was Yoji's new death threat.

                "Aya-kun…" Omi asked almost silently as he still hadn't gotten his breath back. "…where are you going?"

                "Out!" Aya half snarled the answer making Ken and Omi wince.

                "…demo…" Omi glanced around him, looking for a window. "It's still raining!" Aya refused to acknowledge that fact and continued to walk out. Ken sighed pitifully. They had failed… and worse they had made Aya mad. That was definitely not a good thing. It would have been so much better if… His thought was cut off when Omi out of nowhere seemed to regain his strength back and grabbed his arm, pulling him after Aya. "Ken!" Omi whispered in a rushed voice as he let the kid drag him along. "I have an idea." Ken glanced at him with a worried sideways glance. "How about we both win?" The question made him blink and his footing faltered, causing both of them to trip.

                "What do you mean?" Ken asked as he gave Omi a hand up. The youngest member got on tiptoe and whispered the plan in the brunette's ear.