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Pairing: Ken x Omi
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: shounen ai
Disclaimer: Weiß kreuz belongs to Takehito Koyasu-san & company.
Completed: Nov. 04, 2001
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K o n e k o L i f e #04:
Bad Day Better
by Purple
Ken opened the refrigerator door expecting to be fed. Instead, he was welcomed by the disappointing truth that Yoji had forgotten to do the groceries -- again.
"Yoji..." Ken gritted as his coffee-colored eyes scanned for a snack. There were three eggs, half-eaten pizza from the other night, and leftovers he wouldn't even touch, among other things.
"Ah, milk," Ken muttered. Grabbing the milk carton, he carefully dipped his nose into its opening, and flinched. "Blegh!" he stuck his tongue out. "Ew, milk," he blurted out, disgusted by the smell. Putting the carton back in, he settled for an apple he found lying on one corner of the fridge instead, looking it over before taking a big bite from it.
The soccer player was about to make his way upstairs when Omi walked into the kitchen. "Hey, you're home," Ken smiled warmly.
Omi didn't reply and just let his backpack slide from his shoulder to the floor like it was stuffed with two dozen books -- and maybe it was. Ken immediately noticed the tired/disgruntled look on his face. "So how was school today?" he asked, trying to sound conversational.
"School officially sucks," Omi replied bitterly, dragging himself to the counter to grab a drinking glass. And Ken knew it was really that bad, because it would have made more sense to him if Omi said that gym class sucked, but school? It was not like him.
"What happened?" Ken asked as Omi walked over to the refrigerator.
"Things that make school suck happened," Omi answered, his tone still bitter. Reaching straight for the milk, he sniffed at it and made a face. "Yoji?" he said, raising the milk carton to shoulder-level.
Ken rolled his eyes and nodded.
Dumping the carton into the trash bin, Omi filled his glass with water instead.
"So," Ken began, going back to the topic, "these things that make school suck -- do you want to talk about them?"
Omi shook his head to the glass, and finished drinking.
"Okay then...Do you want an apple?" Ken offered, raising the fruit.
"She hates me, Ken-kun!" Omi blurted out, storming past Ken to the chair beside him, ignoring the apple.
"Who?" Ken blinked, perplexed, following Omi with his head.
"My history teacher -- Mrs. Ishino," Omi answered, occupying the chair next to Ken. "She hates me!" he cried out and let his folded arms catch his head on the table.
"Did she tell you that?"
"No," Omi's muffled voice answered, "but I can tell." Omi raised his head to look at the brunette, and Ken saw the frustration in glazed azure eyes. "This morning I came in six minutes late for her class, and she wouldn't let me take the test!" he cried out. "I was late for six minutes, Ken-kun," he indicated with his fingers, "six measly minutes!" Then brought his hands to his face. "I studied like crazy for a week for that test."
"I know," Ken empathized, resting a hand on Omi's arm and rubbing it comfortingly; he knew how hard the younger boy studied for that test. He also knew that the reason Omi was late that morning was because he was up all night in front of the computer doing research for their next mission. "Maybe you should start turning down missions on exam nights, Omi," he suggested quietly.
"No," Omi shook his head, "it's not the missions, Ken-kun." He looked at Ken again. "She just hates me. She'd do anything to make my student life a living hell," he explained. "And this morning was the worst."
"So what are you gonna do now about that test you missed?"
Omi rolled his eyes at the thought. "Well, as if I'm not already up to my neck with all these projects, Mrs. Ishino decided to give me a _major_ make-up project instead -- and it's due on Friday," he lamented. "I plan to do it after school if I could just stop Yasuo-kun from pestering me."
"Oh no," Ken groaned at the mention of the familiar name. "What is it about this time?"
"Just when I thought we have settled the science-week incident," Omi said, "now he's harassing me about hitting on his girlfriend!"
Ken snickered. "Unbelievable," he remarked, shaking his head. They both knew Yasuo was terribly mistaken.
"And to top it all of," Omi stressed, "I have a big test in geometry tomorrow!"
Ken looked at Omi in puzzlement. "You have no problems with geometry."
"I know, but I still want to rant about it," Omi huffed, making Ken smile.
A hand reached for Omi's, enclosing it in its comforting warmth. Looking up, he was met by Ken's silent yet reassuring gaze, and his smile that told him that everything was going to be fine. The little gesture was enough to make Omi feel better. "Thank you, Ken-kun," he smiled quietly.
Wrapping his arms around Omi, Ken pulled the boy closer. "Come here."
Omi yielded to the embrace, resting his head on Ken's chest. "My teacher hates me, Ken-kun," he said weakly as Ken rubbed his shoulder. "Why does she hates me?"
Ken hugged him tighter. "I don't know, Omittchi," he replied, taking in the sweet, warm smell of golden strands, and gently planting a kiss on them. "I guess I'm the wrong person to ask..."
Making their way to Omi's room, Ken turned to the younger boy. "Hey," he said, bumping Omi lightly, "do you want me to talk to that Yasuo guy?" he asked. "Give him a piece of my mind?" He bobbed his eyebrows.
Omi crinkled his nose and shook his head.
"No, really." Ken insisted as they stopped in front of Omi's room. "Does he play soccer?" he inquired. "'Cause, you know, I can apply for your school's soccer coach position and be really, really mean to him," he kidded, his eyes glinting with a feigned nefariousness.
"No," Omi replied tersely, smiling, and entered the room.
"Come on, Omi," Ken pleaded, following him into the room. "You know I can't just sit here and let him harass you like that."
"It's okay, Ken-kun," Omi told the soccer player, who was putting Omi's backpack down on a chair. "If I can handle those hardened criminals we're faced with in missions, what more an insecure boyfriend?"
"Okay, but I'm telling you," Ken walked over to Omi, who was now sitting on the bed, "if he lays even a finger on you, _a finger_," he raised so. "I'll be all over him faster than Aya could say _shi-ne_."
"Now that's fast," Omi nodded.
"I know," Ken smirked. And Omi had to chuckle.
Plopping down next to Omi, Ken studied the younger boy. "Hey," he said afterwards, "are you gonna be okay?"
Omi nodded to his hands. "I just wish this week was over," he pouted.
"Don't worry, Omi," Ken reached out to him. "I'll help you with your history project."
Omi smiled at him weakly. "Thanks, Ken-kun"
"No problem," Ken shrugged coolly. "And you know what else I can help you with?" he grinned.
"What?"
"That pout," the older boy answered, gesturing to Omi's sullen lips.
"Really?" Omi pouted some more.
"Yup," Ken replied, "and it's known to be the best remedy for a bad day," he declared positively, moving closer to Omi.
Omi played along. "Will it make them all go away?"
"I don't know," Ken shrugged innocently. "You have to find out for yourself," he said. "But I can assure you this," he hooked a finger to Omi's chin, gently making him face coffee-colored eyes, "it's definitely much better than geometry."
Omi's lips ooh-ed silently, his eyes widening. "Better than geometry, eh?"
Ken nodded, leaning closer, his gaze not leaving Omi's face.
Azure eyes softened as a warm smile found its way to Omi's lips. "Then I'll have two, please," he said, anticipating the kiss that he knew would be much better than _anything_.
~Owari~
Thanx for reading! ^_^ Let me know what you think, onegai?
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Pairing: Ken x Omi
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
Warnings: shounen ai
Disclaimer: Weiß kreuz belongs to Takehito Koyasu-san & company.
Completed: Nov. 04, 2001
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K o n e k o L i f e #04:
Bad Day Better
by Purple
Ken opened the refrigerator door expecting to be fed. Instead, he was welcomed by the disappointing truth that Yoji had forgotten to do the groceries -- again.
"Yoji..." Ken gritted as his coffee-colored eyes scanned for a snack. There were three eggs, half-eaten pizza from the other night, and leftovers he wouldn't even touch, among other things.
"Ah, milk," Ken muttered. Grabbing the milk carton, he carefully dipped his nose into its opening, and flinched. "Blegh!" he stuck his tongue out. "Ew, milk," he blurted out, disgusted by the smell. Putting the carton back in, he settled for an apple he found lying on one corner of the fridge instead, looking it over before taking a big bite from it.
The soccer player was about to make his way upstairs when Omi walked into the kitchen. "Hey, you're home," Ken smiled warmly.
Omi didn't reply and just let his backpack slide from his shoulder to the floor like it was stuffed with two dozen books -- and maybe it was. Ken immediately noticed the tired/disgruntled look on his face. "So how was school today?" he asked, trying to sound conversational.
"School officially sucks," Omi replied bitterly, dragging himself to the counter to grab a drinking glass. And Ken knew it was really that bad, because it would have made more sense to him if Omi said that gym class sucked, but school? It was not like him.
"What happened?" Ken asked as Omi walked over to the refrigerator.
"Things that make school suck happened," Omi answered, his tone still bitter. Reaching straight for the milk, he sniffed at it and made a face. "Yoji?" he said, raising the milk carton to shoulder-level.
Ken rolled his eyes and nodded.
Dumping the carton into the trash bin, Omi filled his glass with water instead.
"So," Ken began, going back to the topic, "these things that make school suck -- do you want to talk about them?"
Omi shook his head to the glass, and finished drinking.
"Okay then...Do you want an apple?" Ken offered, raising the fruit.
"She hates me, Ken-kun!" Omi blurted out, storming past Ken to the chair beside him, ignoring the apple.
"Who?" Ken blinked, perplexed, following Omi with his head.
"My history teacher -- Mrs. Ishino," Omi answered, occupying the chair next to Ken. "She hates me!" he cried out and let his folded arms catch his head on the table.
"Did she tell you that?"
"No," Omi's muffled voice answered, "but I can tell." Omi raised his head to look at the brunette, and Ken saw the frustration in glazed azure eyes. "This morning I came in six minutes late for her class, and she wouldn't let me take the test!" he cried out. "I was late for six minutes, Ken-kun," he indicated with his fingers, "six measly minutes!" Then brought his hands to his face. "I studied like crazy for a week for that test."
"I know," Ken empathized, resting a hand on Omi's arm and rubbing it comfortingly; he knew how hard the younger boy studied for that test. He also knew that the reason Omi was late that morning was because he was up all night in front of the computer doing research for their next mission. "Maybe you should start turning down missions on exam nights, Omi," he suggested quietly.
"No," Omi shook his head, "it's not the missions, Ken-kun." He looked at Ken again. "She just hates me. She'd do anything to make my student life a living hell," he explained. "And this morning was the worst."
"So what are you gonna do now about that test you missed?"
Omi rolled his eyes at the thought. "Well, as if I'm not already up to my neck with all these projects, Mrs. Ishino decided to give me a _major_ make-up project instead -- and it's due on Friday," he lamented. "I plan to do it after school if I could just stop Yasuo-kun from pestering me."
"Oh no," Ken groaned at the mention of the familiar name. "What is it about this time?"
"Just when I thought we have settled the science-week incident," Omi said, "now he's harassing me about hitting on his girlfriend!"
Ken snickered. "Unbelievable," he remarked, shaking his head. They both knew Yasuo was terribly mistaken.
"And to top it all of," Omi stressed, "I have a big test in geometry tomorrow!"
Ken looked at Omi in puzzlement. "You have no problems with geometry."
"I know, but I still want to rant about it," Omi huffed, making Ken smile.
A hand reached for Omi's, enclosing it in its comforting warmth. Looking up, he was met by Ken's silent yet reassuring gaze, and his smile that told him that everything was going to be fine. The little gesture was enough to make Omi feel better. "Thank you, Ken-kun," he smiled quietly.
Wrapping his arms around Omi, Ken pulled the boy closer. "Come here."
Omi yielded to the embrace, resting his head on Ken's chest. "My teacher hates me, Ken-kun," he said weakly as Ken rubbed his shoulder. "Why does she hates me?"
Ken hugged him tighter. "I don't know, Omittchi," he replied, taking in the sweet, warm smell of golden strands, and gently planting a kiss on them. "I guess I'm the wrong person to ask..."
Making their way to Omi's room, Ken turned to the younger boy. "Hey," he said, bumping Omi lightly, "do you want me to talk to that Yasuo guy?" he asked. "Give him a piece of my mind?" He bobbed his eyebrows.
Omi crinkled his nose and shook his head.
"No, really." Ken insisted as they stopped in front of Omi's room. "Does he play soccer?" he inquired. "'Cause, you know, I can apply for your school's soccer coach position and be really, really mean to him," he kidded, his eyes glinting with a feigned nefariousness.
"No," Omi replied tersely, smiling, and entered the room.
"Come on, Omi," Ken pleaded, following him into the room. "You know I can't just sit here and let him harass you like that."
"It's okay, Ken-kun," Omi told the soccer player, who was putting Omi's backpack down on a chair. "If I can handle those hardened criminals we're faced with in missions, what more an insecure boyfriend?"
"Okay, but I'm telling you," Ken walked over to Omi, who was now sitting on the bed, "if he lays even a finger on you, _a finger_," he raised so. "I'll be all over him faster than Aya could say _shi-ne_."
"Now that's fast," Omi nodded.
"I know," Ken smirked. And Omi had to chuckle.
Plopping down next to Omi, Ken studied the younger boy. "Hey," he said afterwards, "are you gonna be okay?"
Omi nodded to his hands. "I just wish this week was over," he pouted.
"Don't worry, Omi," Ken reached out to him. "I'll help you with your history project."
Omi smiled at him weakly. "Thanks, Ken-kun"
"No problem," Ken shrugged coolly. "And you know what else I can help you with?" he grinned.
"What?"
"That pout," the older boy answered, gesturing to Omi's sullen lips.
"Really?" Omi pouted some more.
"Yup," Ken replied, "and it's known to be the best remedy for a bad day," he declared positively, moving closer to Omi.
Omi played along. "Will it make them all go away?"
"I don't know," Ken shrugged innocently. "You have to find out for yourself," he said. "But I can assure you this," he hooked a finger to Omi's chin, gently making him face coffee-colored eyes, "it's definitely much better than geometry."
Omi's lips ooh-ed silently, his eyes widening. "Better than geometry, eh?"
Ken nodded, leaning closer, his gaze not leaving Omi's face.
Azure eyes softened as a warm smile found its way to Omi's lips. "Then I'll have two, please," he said, anticipating the kiss that he knew would be much better than _anything_.
~Owari~
Thanx for reading! ^_^ Let me know what you think, onegai?
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