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Scene: What's Mine is Yours (a.k.a. The Cheese Sandwich)
(Aya)
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Warnings: Still PG-14 with shounen ai (AyaxKen) specifically, some humor, marginal cursing, probably OOC, and this is pretty plotless. Loads of sap! Yeah.

Notes: fifth installment of 'Scenes'. I'm really bad at portraying Aya. o___O; Eh, who am I to delve into the minds of bishounen?

(Aya's POV; italics = thoughts...)

Added: 10/31/02
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I've never seen someone so resigned to his fate.

It's just a sandwich, I thought. I'm not going to kill him over it. Now, if he touched my katana...

Ken's smile was desperately wide and placating. His hand twitched in my grasp.

"You can have the rest." He reduced his smile to a simple sixty watt grin, and picked up my sandwich from the kitchen table in offering. It was funny that I still thought of it as my sandwich, considering Ken had mauled it. I frowned, and Ken's wrist twisted in my hand. I didn't let go.

I wasn't quite sure why I was still holding onto him...

It was a warm night, but Ken's skin was cool and soft, especially the underside of his wrist. My eyes lowered for a moment to study the veins.

The human body was amazing. It had function: biology at its finest. And it had form: beauty. Pale blue and vibrant veins, pulsing tirelessly beneath his skin.

Artful, the human body. Desirable.

Partially devoured cheese and crumbling bread erupted suddenly into my line of sight.

*Not* desirable, I amended. Ken's eyes blinked innocently at me beyond the sandwich, which he unwaveringly held to my face.

'From thy bright eyes he took his fire, Which round about in sport he hurled; But 'twas from mine he took desire, Enough to undo the amorous world.' [1]

Yes, the human body was a work of art. Wonderfully diverse. Lively hazel eyes, brown hair, golden skin, and a sheepish grin...

He was still holding that damn sandwich out for me, and I would have to let go of him to take it.

I frowned, quite displeased with that course of action. While the sandwich looked less than appealing, Ken, as I've noted in my quiet, obtuse way, was...

Desirable.

His skin was soft.

And it was intriguing that I was holding him so delicately, and he wasn't pulling away.

Perhaps he didn't want to...

I decided I liked that thought.

"I've pretty much ruined your day, huh?" Ken began nervously. I could see the gears in his head turning as he wondered why I was holding his hand, staring off into space and giving the sandwich odd looks. "I spilled tea all over you, and now I've eaten half of your sandwich." He sighed dramatically.

Facial expressions are another wonder, as presented by the human body. Ken was quite good at them. I had a few myself: Glare, Youji Glare, and Everyone Thing Else Glare.

I was neutral at the moment, however. Ken cycled through several of his facial expressions, and wiggled the fingers of his captive limb. My half-sandwich still hovered in the air, waiting.

I did come in here to get it, I reminded myself calmly.

"Hey, my germs aren't as painful as the rest of me!" Ken chuckled. He smiled again.

That settles it.

I leaned forward slightly, and narrowed my eyes a little to gauge Ken's reaction. He held the sandwich steady as I bit into it, and pulled back to chew. I kept my hand around his wrist, and he didn't move.

Good.

I took another bite, and my free hand rose to take hold of Ken's hand and the sandwich.

Tea would be good...

But I wasn't about to make that mistake again.

Ken and tea just don't mix well.

But he can halve my sandwiches anytime. I tugged faintly on his arms, and brought Ken one step closer.

"What's mine is yours," I murmured absently. His eyes grew wide, and he blushed.

"Except for your katana?" He inquired with another smile. His face was about as near as the sandwich.

I took another bite, and let my teeth graze Ken's finger. I nodded dismissively while I chewed.

"Except for that." I inclined my head again, and tasted Ken's lips.




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[1] 'From thy bright eyes he took his fire, Which round about in sport he hurled; But 'twas from mine he took desire, Enough to undo the amorous world.'; from the poem "Song: Love Armed" by Aphra Behn. Not real appropriate for the fic, but it sounds nice... =^_^=;;
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