Warnings: AU, weirdness

Pairings: Ken x Omi, Yohji x Aya

Disclaimers: I don't own Weiss Kreuz. I probably never will either.

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Believing the Dream

Chapter Four- Where Aya comes in      

Spluttering, blushing, stammering, and wide-eyed, I high-tailed out the front door like the very fires of hell were at my heels.  I couldn't remember the last time I had possibly been so disoriented.

I was one embarrassed, Ken-type nervous wreck.  How was I supposed to know? Sheesh, I've only been here for what...five hours? How was I friggin' supposed to know?! Yeah...

How was I to know that I'd walk into the house I'd be staying at for the next who-knows-how-long to find my high school buddy, shirtless, not to mention nearly pantless, pressed up against the kitchen counter, passionately lip locked with a beautiful redhead, oh, did I mention a beautiful GUY redhead, while madly groping and grinding, filling the entire house with sounds you only hear in porno movies?!

GEEZ! Tell me about good impressions! I've been scarred for LIFE!  I swear, if Yohji's half-on pants had been anymore less on, my nose would've started to bleeeeed big time.  No wait, I take that back, I think something's coming out of my nose already...nah, maybe it's just a snotty booger.

So there I was, standing on the porch, panting, blushing, possibly bleeding and realizing it felt a little too hot for it to be a cool summer evening.  I was very sensitive to these kinds of things! Harrumph. I may be a variety of things but I'm most definitely not a horny, sex-crazed teenager!

I took a rumpled napkin out of my pocket and wiped at my nose. Ew.  At least it wasn't blood.  Yohji would tease me to no end if it had been.

It was that moment, Yohji and his "friend" decided to make a grand entrance onto the porch where I was standing rather flustered.  Speak of the devil and he appears. Yohji had his shirt on backwards and inside-out, I noted from the tag sticking out in the front and he was still fumbling with his fly.  Meanwhile, his red-haired friend just stood his ground coolly, looking me over with an evil eye.  This guy gave me the creeps.

Yohji grinned at me, casually leaning against the handrail and lighting up a cigarette.  "Did you enjoy the show?" He flung a casual arm around on my shoulder.

I scrunched up my nose. Cologne.  I can't stand the stuff.  "Yohji, you stink!"

Cherry-head snorted.  His purpley eyes glowed like a cats.  Yikes.

Yohji looked over his shades and gave me the look. "Maybe next time you want to join us~?" I did NOT like the tone of his voice. It was...nasty. I made a funny noise and pushed him into the rail.

"Y-YOHJI!!! THAT IS DISGUSTING!" I felt my cheeks heat up again.  And while all this was happening, Mr. Cattyeyes just stood there, his expression only showing a hint of amusement.

"Disgusting?" Yohji laughed. "Well, I guess you're too young anyway." He walked over to the redhead dude and gave him a peck on the cheek.  I squirmed.

"This is Aya Fujimiya," Yohji introduced. "We've been going out for sixth months now."

I gawked.  Yohji?! In long term relationships?! The world is coming to an end!

"Uh...uh...nice...to me you..." I babbled stupidly.  I had a feeling Aya did not like me.

Yohji turned to his boyfriend. "That's Ken," he said cocking his head in my direction.  "He's an old friend of mine.  He's sort of slow in the head.  And I'm so sorry he interrupted us." He glared at me. 

Grrrr. Who was he calling slow in the head? And interrupting them? HARDLY! 

"Well, excuuuuuuse me! It's not everyday you come home to find your friend getting horny and ready to make out like a rabbit on the kitchen floor!"

Aya glowered at me.  I was too irritated to look scared.

"But Ken~, I thought you would be USED to all that by now." Ugh. Yohji was reminding me of when we were in high school. 

I made a face.  A nasty irritated Ken face. The kind of face I put on only when annoying high school buddies become an absolute pain in the butt.

"Don't remind me," I muttered, shoving past him and back into the house.  I was hungry.  Not to mention irritated, tired, sweaty and stinky.

I made my way into the kitchen and began looting through the cupboards looking for something decently edible.

Yohji walked in behind me.  Alone.

"So what happened to you friend?" I inquired, still rummaging.

"We both have jobs tomorrow you know.  We're not that slobby."

Yohji looked at me. "There's some leftover Italian in the fridge if you want it."

I made a beeline for the refrigerator.  Anything at this point sounded absolutely delicious.

"So, what'd you do today," Yohji drawled, lighting up another cigarette.

"Nothing much," I lied.

Yohji smirked. "Nothing much? As in 'I went to the valley and kicked a ball around' nothing much?"

I snorted, shoving a dish piled with pasta into the microwave.  "Yeah, why?"

"Did you meet anyone?"

"Uh..." I hesitated.  "Yeah."

"Female?"

"No."

"You interested?"

I flushed. "N-no!"

"I see how it is, Ken."

"Yohji!!!"

He gave me a knowing smirk. 

I do not like Omiiiiii!!!!!!  Not in THAT way!!! At least I didn't think so.  I mean...Stop it, Yohji! Stop it! You're making me feel weird!

The microwave beeped. Beep. Beep. Beep. I jerkily turned away from Yohji's malicious smile and stalked towards my dinner.

But what if I did like Omi? Then...what would happen? Ugh...the things you do to me, Yohji.  I do not! I do NOT! Well, maybe I do...NOOOO!!!

I looked at my clump of spaghetti hungrily.  Yum.  Grabbing a fork, I plopped down at the kitchen table and shoveled it down my throat.

"Ken, you eat like a pig!"

I laughed between mouthfuls. That was one of my many aspects, wasn't it?

"I'm hungry!"

"So, who is this lucky guy?"

I gagged. "WHAT?!"

"You know, the one you met today?"

"Give it up already!" I continued to chomp at my food.

Yohji exhaled a big breath of smoke right in my face.  I coughed while trying to give him another one of my annoyed Ken glares.  It failed miserably.  Cough cough cough.

Yohji squished his cigarette into an ashtray.  I noticed one in every room.  It would be just like Yohji to do something like that.

"Remember, you have a flower shop job tomorrow at 8," Yohji started up the stairs.

I face vaulted. "I did not need to know that..."

"Aw, c'mon Ken! You don't even have to work tomorrow! Just get familiar with the shop! Good night!"

I glanced at the digital clock on the microwave.  9:30 PM.  The green numbers glowed in the semi-darkness.  Since when did Yohji go to bed this early anyway? I frowned at my empty plate.

Yippee, I get to work in a flower shop tomorrow. What fun. And after that, I can go find Omi. I smiled to myself.  That was something to look forward to.

I trudged up the seemingly endless flight of stairs to my room.  I didn't bother to change out of my clothes.  I simply flopped onto the bed and drifted off into a peaceful sleep. 

A fair face adorned with two blue eyes and wheat colored locks was the last thing that crossed my mind before I phased out of the world.

TBC...

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Heh heh, some kinky Aya and Yohji stuff going on.  This fic won't get anymore kinky than that though.  I hoped you liked this very plotless chapter.  Please remember to leave a review! Thanks you to all you reviewers out there! If not for you, I would have stopped this story a while ago. See ya!