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Pairing: Yoji x Ken
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: light shounen ai
Disclaimer: Weiß kreuz belongs to Takehito Koyasu-san and company.
Completed: Oct. 25, 2001
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K o n e k o L i f e #03:
Staring Match
by Purple
"Why can't they just toss a coin?" Omi asked himself inwardly as his eyes darted between Ken and Yoji, watching them quietly. They had just finished dinner when Ken and Yoji got into an argument on whose turn it was to wash the dishes. Aya wouldn't even hear of it, and had already gone up to his room. Omi, on the other hand, stayed to watch and to help with clearing the table afterwards.
"Give it up, Kenken," Yoji mocked, his arms folded across his chest. "You know I'm gonna beat you." His voice laced with the confidence his eyes could not reflect.
"Don't be so sure of yourself, Kudo," Ken answered coolly, sitting across from Yoji on the table.
"I've beaten you five out of five times before, Ken," Yoji retorted. Then shrugged, "I can't help but be sure."
Lately, Ken and Yoji developed this strange habit of settling everything through a staring match -- like on who would take what shift, who would buy lunch, who would do this, who would do that, etc. And now this, whoever loses would do the dishwashing, not just for tonight, but for the next three nights.
They had been at it for almost a minute now, still neither of the two budged. Green on brown, brown on green; their gazes steadfast and unflinching. The silence between them disturbed by the occasional taunting.
Omi shook his head and sighed. "You two need to get a life, really," he told them, picking the rim of his plate.
"Don't worry, Omi," Yoji replied, without looking at him, of course. "I will, after this."
"Yeah," Ken scoffed, "'cause after I beat you, you'll be treated to a life of dishwashing for a good three days."
"Or maybe because I'll be out on a date tonight," Yoji pointed out, "while you'll be stuck here with the dirty dishes."
Ken stuck his tongue out.
"I hate staring matches," Omi muttered and proceeded to bring his plate to the sink.
Suddenly, Ken began to feel a slight sting in his eyes. Narrowing his gaze slightly, he felt tears began to form. Next, his vision became blurrier and blurrier, and the stinging sensation harder and harder to fight. His right eye twitching at first, as a reaction, before it succumbed to a full-blown blink.
Yoji instantly extended his arm forward, pointing a finger at Ken. "Hah! You blinked! -- *Yes*!" he exclaimed victoriously, raising his fist and pulling it back with a sharp jerk.
"No."
"Yes. Yes, you did," Yoji nodded. "And _I_ win," he declared proudly.
"Ah darn," Ken blurted out, his palms on his eyes as he tipped back his head.
"Beat you again, Kenken," Yoji said with a big grin on his face. "Looks like you need more practice."
"Yeah, I guess so," Ken answered to his lap, rubbing his palms dry on his pants.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, boys," Yoji pushed himself up from the table, "my date is waiting for me," the playboy announced, giving Ken and Omi a wink before strutting out of the room. "Happy dishwashing, Ken!" he waved without looking back as Ken watched him walk away.
Shortly, Ken and Omi began clearing the table.
"Wow, Ken-kun," Omi said, handing over the plates to Ken, "that's the sixth time Yoji-kun beat you in a staring match."
"I know," Ken chuckled, "I suck at the game."
"Then why do you keep playing it anyway?" Omi asked, his back on Ken.
Putting on an apron, Ken simply smiled to himself and said:
"'Cause I get to look into his eyes every time."
~Owari~
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Pairing: Yoji x Ken
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: light shounen ai
Disclaimer: Weiß kreuz belongs to Takehito Koyasu-san and company.
Completed: Oct. 25, 2001
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K o n e k o L i f e #03:
Staring Match
by Purple
"Why can't they just toss a coin?" Omi asked himself inwardly as his eyes darted between Ken and Yoji, watching them quietly. They had just finished dinner when Ken and Yoji got into an argument on whose turn it was to wash the dishes. Aya wouldn't even hear of it, and had already gone up to his room. Omi, on the other hand, stayed to watch and to help with clearing the table afterwards.
"Give it up, Kenken," Yoji mocked, his arms folded across his chest. "You know I'm gonna beat you." His voice laced with the confidence his eyes could not reflect.
"Don't be so sure of yourself, Kudo," Ken answered coolly, sitting across from Yoji on the table.
"I've beaten you five out of five times before, Ken," Yoji retorted. Then shrugged, "I can't help but be sure."
Lately, Ken and Yoji developed this strange habit of settling everything through a staring match -- like on who would take what shift, who would buy lunch, who would do this, who would do that, etc. And now this, whoever loses would do the dishwashing, not just for tonight, but for the next three nights.
They had been at it for almost a minute now, still neither of the two budged. Green on brown, brown on green; their gazes steadfast and unflinching. The silence between them disturbed by the occasional taunting.
Omi shook his head and sighed. "You two need to get a life, really," he told them, picking the rim of his plate.
"Don't worry, Omi," Yoji replied, without looking at him, of course. "I will, after this."
"Yeah," Ken scoffed, "'cause after I beat you, you'll be treated to a life of dishwashing for a good three days."
"Or maybe because I'll be out on a date tonight," Yoji pointed out, "while you'll be stuck here with the dirty dishes."
Ken stuck his tongue out.
"I hate staring matches," Omi muttered and proceeded to bring his plate to the sink.
Suddenly, Ken began to feel a slight sting in his eyes. Narrowing his gaze slightly, he felt tears began to form. Next, his vision became blurrier and blurrier, and the stinging sensation harder and harder to fight. His right eye twitching at first, as a reaction, before it succumbed to a full-blown blink.
Yoji instantly extended his arm forward, pointing a finger at Ken. "Hah! You blinked! -- *Yes*!" he exclaimed victoriously, raising his fist and pulling it back with a sharp jerk.
"No."
"Yes. Yes, you did," Yoji nodded. "And _I_ win," he declared proudly.
"Ah darn," Ken blurted out, his palms on his eyes as he tipped back his head.
"Beat you again, Kenken," Yoji said with a big grin on his face. "Looks like you need more practice."
"Yeah, I guess so," Ken answered to his lap, rubbing his palms dry on his pants.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, boys," Yoji pushed himself up from the table, "my date is waiting for me," the playboy announced, giving Ken and Omi a wink before strutting out of the room. "Happy dishwashing, Ken!" he waved without looking back as Ken watched him walk away.
Shortly, Ken and Omi began clearing the table.
"Wow, Ken-kun," Omi said, handing over the plates to Ken, "that's the sixth time Yoji-kun beat you in a staring match."
"I know," Ken chuckled, "I suck at the game."
"Then why do you keep playing it anyway?" Omi asked, his back on Ken.
Putting on an apron, Ken simply smiled to himself and said:
"'Cause I get to look into his eyes every time."
~Owari~
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