Author: Oujo-chan
Email: spookylonegungal@aol.com
Title: A Rose is Just a Rose [2/4] - Die Gegenüberstellung (Confrontations)
Type: Series
Teaser: Ken finds out where the flower arrangement is really supposed to go.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: not any that I can think of...
Warnings: an eensy bit o' language, shounen-ai
Keywords: Angst, KenxAya
Archive: sure, if you really want to....
Part II - Die Gegenüberstellung
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Aya puttered around the shop, looking for the flowers. The PERFECT flowers. Not just any ordinary daisy would do. He had to find a way to tell Ken-kun that he was sorry. Ken-kun thinks I stole the flowers, we'll just leave it at that. No nee for the truth.
A door behind him slammed with surprising fury. Omi turned from his arrangement in shock. "Ken-ken, what's wrong?" He asked, pale face full of concern.
"Omiitchi, I'm fine, I just need to speak with Aya privately for a moment." He hinted for Omi to leave them alone. He had attempted to sound cheerful, but Aya detected the hidden anger and hurt. Oh shit. This had to be about those roses...
Omi silently left, closing the door to the apartments behind him. Aya watched him leave, avoiding Ken's eyes. He couldn't bring himself to look at Ken. Guilt flooded his conscience, he looked at everywhere but at Ken; the floor, the ceiling, the flowers, the desk.
"Aya-kun." his voice sounded hollow, dead. He walked over to Aya, slowly. With a loud smack, he slapped Aya across his right cheek. His hand print remained after his hand had left the cheek.
"Ken-kun.... I'm so---"
Ken slapped him again, but with less force. "Shut up, Aya-kun. I'm going to do the talking." The typically clumsy and relaxed soccer coach was now anything but. He was instead direct and tense. His shoulders heaved as though he was about to cry.
He continued as Aya stared at the floor, his face stung from the abuse to his cheek. "I know what's going on, Aya-kun. I've been hearing the rave reviews. Apparently, your great in bed. Gosh, I'm sorry I missed it. But, of course I believe in abstinence, so I missed out. I had your heart, but now some womand has your heart and your body. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you what you wanted, Aya-kun I --"
"Stop it, Ken-kun. It's not your fault at all! I'm sorry. I did something horrible to--" Ken slapped Aya again, much weaker this time.
"Stop with the lies, Aya-kun. Your..your..your not sorry for what you did." Ken broke into sobs, but attempted to no avail to stop his wavering cries. He refused to shed a tear in front of Aya. He took a willowy breath, then ran from the room before his tears could fall.
What Ken missed was that Aya also had tears in his eyes, and for the first time in his life, he was not afraid to cry.
~owari~
Email: spookylonegungal@aol.com
Title: A Rose is Just a Rose [2/4] - Die Gegenüberstellung (Confrontations)
Type: Series
Teaser: Ken finds out where the flower arrangement is really supposed to go.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: not any that I can think of...
Warnings: an eensy bit o' language, shounen-ai
Keywords: Angst, KenxAya
Archive: sure, if you really want to....
Part II - Die Gegenüberstellung
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aya puttered around the shop, looking for the flowers. The PERFECT flowers. Not just any ordinary daisy would do. He had to find a way to tell Ken-kun that he was sorry. Ken-kun thinks I stole the flowers, we'll just leave it at that. No nee for the truth.
A door behind him slammed with surprising fury. Omi turned from his arrangement in shock. "Ken-ken, what's wrong?" He asked, pale face full of concern.
"Omiitchi, I'm fine, I just need to speak with Aya privately for a moment." He hinted for Omi to leave them alone. He had attempted to sound cheerful, but Aya detected the hidden anger and hurt. Oh shit. This had to be about those roses...
Omi silently left, closing the door to the apartments behind him. Aya watched him leave, avoiding Ken's eyes. He couldn't bring himself to look at Ken. Guilt flooded his conscience, he looked at everywhere but at Ken; the floor, the ceiling, the flowers, the desk.
"Aya-kun." his voice sounded hollow, dead. He walked over to Aya, slowly. With a loud smack, he slapped Aya across his right cheek. His hand print remained after his hand had left the cheek.
"Ken-kun.... I'm so---"
Ken slapped him again, but with less force. "Shut up, Aya-kun. I'm going to do the talking." The typically clumsy and relaxed soccer coach was now anything but. He was instead direct and tense. His shoulders heaved as though he was about to cry.
He continued as Aya stared at the floor, his face stung from the abuse to his cheek. "I know what's going on, Aya-kun. I've been hearing the rave reviews. Apparently, your great in bed. Gosh, I'm sorry I missed it. But, of course I believe in abstinence, so I missed out. I had your heart, but now some womand has your heart and your body. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you what you wanted, Aya-kun I --"
"Stop it, Ken-kun. It's not your fault at all! I'm sorry. I did something horrible to--" Ken slapped Aya again, much weaker this time.
"Stop with the lies, Aya-kun. Your..your..your not sorry for what you did." Ken broke into sobs, but attempted to no avail to stop his wavering cries. He refused to shed a tear in front of Aya. He took a willowy breath, then ran from the room before his tears could fall.
What Ken missed was that Aya also had tears in his eyes, and for the first time in his life, he was not afraid to cry.
~owari~