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Pairing: Ran x Ken
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Ep. 4
Warnings: light shounen ai
Disclaimer: Weiß kreuz belongs to Takehito Koyasu-san & company.
Completed: Sept. 23, 2001
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K o n e k o L i f e #01:
Question for the Afternoon
by Purple
"Unique. I'd rather be unique, definitely."
This was Yoji's immediate and sure answer to Omi's question that afternoon. It was one of those very rare occasions when the flower shop was empty. No girls, no noise, no distractions. There were only the four them and that little question to be thought about -- at least by the other three.
_Would you rather be the best or be unique?_ : this was the question.
Aya didn't even bother to look up from the tulips he was watering. Yoji's answer did not surprise him at all. And truthfully, he could care less.
"Surprise, surprise," Ken muttered to himself dryly as he swept the floor.
"Why?" Omi probed, talking to Yoji, as he moved pots of tiny spring flowers from one corner of the shop to the display rack by the window.
"Because individuality gets the women," the playboy grinned smugly. "On the other hand," Yoji continued, "typical guys are, well, just that -- typical; no fun. I mean, just look at Ken," he said, jerking his thumb towards the soccer player.
Ken immediately bobbed his head up, his eyebrows already furrowed. "Excuse me!?"
"Not again," Omi thought, calmly putting down the flowerpot he was holding. Wiping his hands with his apron, he let his gaze shift warily from Ken to Yoji, and back again -- silently watching and waiting in case Ken let his temper get the best of him.
Ken placed a hand on his hip indignantly. "Well, for your information, Mr. 'I-want-to-be-different', there are other girls out there who go for the good ol' stuff like chivalry and _humility_!"
"Says the guy who had had only one girlfriend," Yoji muttered to Aya as he passed by the redhead who was standing by the counter; he finally felt like working on that flower arrangement Aya was nagging him about. Aya just rolled his eyes inwardly at Yoji's statement.
"Are you listening to me?" Ken asked heatedly.
Green eyes scanned the buckets and buckets of flowers in front of them. "Yes, I am," Yoji answered. "And I said I want to be unique, Kenken, not 'different'," he corrected, still eyeing the buckets as he rolled up his sleeves. "They're not exactly the same thing, you know."
"Well they both apply to you!"
"A, Ken-kun," Omi interrupted, silencing Ken on purpose. "Help me with this?" He gestured to the large clay pot he had saved for last.
Ken acquiesced shortly and walked over to where Omi was. Together they then lifted the huge thing, the two of them on either side.
Yoji, on the other hand, brought his flower-arrangement picks to one corner of the shop, laid them down on the table, looked over the colorful and varied mess, and remembered why he hated this job. He decided to procrastinate a little more. "So, how 'bout you, Omittchi," he turned to Omi, "best or unique?"
Omi thanked Ken softly then looked at Yoji. "Huh? Oh. Well...let's see...," the youngest boy straightened, biting his lip and rubbing his chin. "I thiiink...best...yeah," he nodded, "I'd rather be the best."
"Hey, and you will be, kiddo," Yoji assured the boy, reaching for his cigarette pack in his shirt pocket.
Ken turned to smile at his best friend, at Omi. "He _is_." And walked back to his spot.
"What about you, Ken-kun?" Omi passed the question to the brunette.
Aya heard this, and so discreetly diverted his gaze and his attention to Ken, silently peering from behind scarlet locks as he waited for the answer. The question was suddenly interesting; Aya, suddenly less apathetic.
Ken grabbed the broom absently and rested his chin on its tip, cushioned by his hands. "I don't know."
"Too bad," Yoji remarked, studying his cigarette.
Ken glared at him before contemplating the question. "Would I rather be the best...or be unique?" he asked himself quietly.
Omi tipped his head to the side. "Unique?"
"No way," Ken sneered. "I don't want to be like Yoji."
Yoji blew a cloud of smoke. "Yeah, 'cause that would just ruin the whole idea of my being 'unique' now, wouldn't it?"
Ken made a face.
"The best," Omi said.
Actually, Ken _had_ been the best. He was the best goalie back in his J-League days, until his own best friend ruined everything for him. Ken knew the glory of being the best, but he also knew that once you were on top there was nowhere else left to go but down.
"No," Ken flinched, and shook his head furiously, "No, no, no, no, no."
"So what is it then?" Yoji prodded as he started work on the arrangement, cursing when something from the bunch pricked his finger.
"I don't know," Ken shrugged to the floor, "I think I'll just stick to whatever it is that's gonna make me happy."
"And what will make you happy, Ken-kun?" Omi asked, studying the display rack.
Ken glanced at Aya, and caught Aya staring back at him. They were both surprised by this, but neither one broke the stare. Neither one wanted to turn away. Shortly, Ken found his voice:
"Aya..."
Omi and Yoji looked at Ken in puzzlement.
Aya froze.
And a secret smile traced Ken's lips, his deep brown eyes on Aya still, "...would you rather be the best or be unique?"
~Owari~
Thanx for reading! ^_^ How about you? Would you rather be the BEST or be UNIQUE? Don't forget your comments.
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Pairing: Ran x Ken
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Ep. 4
Warnings: light shounen ai
Disclaimer: Weiß kreuz belongs to Takehito Koyasu-san & company.
Completed: Sept. 23, 2001
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K o n e k o L i f e #01:
Question for the Afternoon
by Purple
"Unique. I'd rather be unique, definitely."
This was Yoji's immediate and sure answer to Omi's question that afternoon. It was one of those very rare occasions when the flower shop was empty. No girls, no noise, no distractions. There were only the four them and that little question to be thought about -- at least by the other three.
_Would you rather be the best or be unique?_ : this was the question.
Aya didn't even bother to look up from the tulips he was watering. Yoji's answer did not surprise him at all. And truthfully, he could care less.
"Surprise, surprise," Ken muttered to himself dryly as he swept the floor.
"Why?" Omi probed, talking to Yoji, as he moved pots of tiny spring flowers from one corner of the shop to the display rack by the window.
"Because individuality gets the women," the playboy grinned smugly. "On the other hand," Yoji continued, "typical guys are, well, just that -- typical; no fun. I mean, just look at Ken," he said, jerking his thumb towards the soccer player.
Ken immediately bobbed his head up, his eyebrows already furrowed. "Excuse me!?"
"Not again," Omi thought, calmly putting down the flowerpot he was holding. Wiping his hands with his apron, he let his gaze shift warily from Ken to Yoji, and back again -- silently watching and waiting in case Ken let his temper get the best of him.
Ken placed a hand on his hip indignantly. "Well, for your information, Mr. 'I-want-to-be-different', there are other girls out there who go for the good ol' stuff like chivalry and _humility_!"
"Says the guy who had had only one girlfriend," Yoji muttered to Aya as he passed by the redhead who was standing by the counter; he finally felt like working on that flower arrangement Aya was nagging him about. Aya just rolled his eyes inwardly at Yoji's statement.
"Are you listening to me?" Ken asked heatedly.
Green eyes scanned the buckets and buckets of flowers in front of them. "Yes, I am," Yoji answered. "And I said I want to be unique, Kenken, not 'different'," he corrected, still eyeing the buckets as he rolled up his sleeves. "They're not exactly the same thing, you know."
"Well they both apply to you!"
"A, Ken-kun," Omi interrupted, silencing Ken on purpose. "Help me with this?" He gestured to the large clay pot he had saved for last.
Ken acquiesced shortly and walked over to where Omi was. Together they then lifted the huge thing, the two of them on either side.
Yoji, on the other hand, brought his flower-arrangement picks to one corner of the shop, laid them down on the table, looked over the colorful and varied mess, and remembered why he hated this job. He decided to procrastinate a little more. "So, how 'bout you, Omittchi," he turned to Omi, "best or unique?"
Omi thanked Ken softly then looked at Yoji. "Huh? Oh. Well...let's see...," the youngest boy straightened, biting his lip and rubbing his chin. "I thiiink...best...yeah," he nodded, "I'd rather be the best."
"Hey, and you will be, kiddo," Yoji assured the boy, reaching for his cigarette pack in his shirt pocket.
Ken turned to smile at his best friend, at Omi. "He _is_." And walked back to his spot.
"What about you, Ken-kun?" Omi passed the question to the brunette.
Aya heard this, and so discreetly diverted his gaze and his attention to Ken, silently peering from behind scarlet locks as he waited for the answer. The question was suddenly interesting; Aya, suddenly less apathetic.
Ken grabbed the broom absently and rested his chin on its tip, cushioned by his hands. "I don't know."
"Too bad," Yoji remarked, studying his cigarette.
Ken glared at him before contemplating the question. "Would I rather be the best...or be unique?" he asked himself quietly.
Omi tipped his head to the side. "Unique?"
"No way," Ken sneered. "I don't want to be like Yoji."
Yoji blew a cloud of smoke. "Yeah, 'cause that would just ruin the whole idea of my being 'unique' now, wouldn't it?"
Ken made a face.
"The best," Omi said.
Actually, Ken _had_ been the best. He was the best goalie back in his J-League days, until his own best friend ruined everything for him. Ken knew the glory of being the best, but he also knew that once you were on top there was nowhere else left to go but down.
"No," Ken flinched, and shook his head furiously, "No, no, no, no, no."
"So what is it then?" Yoji prodded as he started work on the arrangement, cursing when something from the bunch pricked his finger.
"I don't know," Ken shrugged to the floor, "I think I'll just stick to whatever it is that's gonna make me happy."
"And what will make you happy, Ken-kun?" Omi asked, studying the display rack.
Ken glanced at Aya, and caught Aya staring back at him. They were both surprised by this, but neither one broke the stare. Neither one wanted to turn away. Shortly, Ken found his voice:
"Aya..."
Omi and Yoji looked at Ken in puzzlement.
Aya froze.
And a secret smile traced Ken's lips, his deep brown eyes on Aya still, "...would you rather be the best or be unique?"
~Owari~
Thanx for reading! ^_^ How about you? Would you rather be the BEST or be UNIQUE? Don't forget your comments.
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