This fic contains YAOI. BOY-BOY ROMANCE. If you don't like it, don't read it. Flames will not be tolerated. =P
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. If I did, Aya (Ran) and Ken would be naked, handcuffed together, and locked in a room with a nice big bed. 'Nuff said. ^^;;
Warnings: As mentioned, YAOI. Also humour, sarcasm, TWT, and strange situations abound in this fic.
Pairings: eh, wait and see. *grins* RanKen is my favourite, 'tho, so that'll definitely be in here... ^^
Notes: This is my first Weiß fic...so comments and reviews would be very very welcome!
Oh, and to avoid any confusion..."Aya" refers to Ran, while "Aya-chan" refers to his sister. Duh. ^^;;
I: A week in the life of Fujimiya Ran
Oct 15
I live with a bunch of nutcases.
Not to say, of course, that I didn't realise that until *now*. Things are usually, to say the least, a little…strange…around here. What else do you expect from a bunch of wacko (except yours truly, of course) florist-assassins - no, that doesn't mean that we kill florists, it means that we moonlight as assassins - cooped up together in a tiny shop named after a cute, fluffy furball?
Help me.
They've all been acting weirder than usual lately. Oh, Kudou's just come down to the shop. I check my watch. Late as usual. Sigh. I look up and give him my patented glare. "Kudou, you're late."
"Yeah, yeah, Aya." He simply grins at me, then turns and starts fiddling with some of the flower arrangements.
The glare doesn't affect them as much anymore. They must be getting used to it.
K'so. Time to find something else to intimidate them with. I am, after all, their great and fearless leader. And leaders must show their authority.
Yes, anyway, where was I before Kudou interrupted? Oh yeah…I was talking about my fellow assassins acting weird. Weirder than usual, anyway. I turn around to glance at Yohji. *He's* been acting strange the past few days, even for him. Jumpier than usual. And, for some reason, he seems to have taken a fancy to my room lately. Always hanging around outside. He even tried to persuade me to switch rooms with him. Found him prowling around *inside* my room once, even. It was past midnight, and I'd just come upstairs from watching some TV show - I can't remember what it was - when I came up, I didn't switch on the lights 'cos after all, I know the layout of my room by heart. Then I walked smack into him. Prowling around my room in the dead of night, geez. Scared the hell outta me. I didn't show it, of course. "Shi'ne"-d him and he ran off to his room. Wonder what the hell he finds so nice about my room anyway.
Speaking of my room, I think it's time to clean it soon. Haven't vacuumed it for three whole days. Just imagine the dirt that could build up in three days. Shudder.
And I can't find my black turtleneck. Last time I saw it was before I sent it down to the laundry. That was about…four…days ago. Wonder where it went. Now I'm stuck wearing the orange turtleneck. Honestly, people think I'm *blind* or something…I *know* redheads should *not* wear bright orange, but I don't have anything else to wear…
Ah, my shift's ended. Was a quiet morning…good. If another drooling teenage girl comes in and asks me about my hair or my earring or why I always wear orange turtlenecks instead of buying flowers, which is what people *normally* do in a damn *flowershop*, I swear, I will not be responsible for my actions.
Oct 16
I'm in the shop with Ken this morning. *He's* another one who's been acting damned strange this week. Seems to have become clumsier than usual. Keeps on walking into me and stuff. Yesterday, he accidentally spilt water all over my white shirt. Which I was *wearing* at the time. It was one of those thin cotton shirts - y'know, the kind that goes all transparent when it's wet. So, of course, I had to go change after that, while Ken went to find some Kleenex. Think he got a nosebleed or something. I never knew drinking water could cause nosebleeds. Must go find out more about that someday.
And the day before yesterday, he was carrying a huge bunch of roses in, and somehow managed to walk right into me - guess all the roses must've obscured his vision or something - and gave me a scratch on my arm from the rose thorns. Was only a tiny little scratch, but the baka insisted on cleaning and bandaging it for me. Never knew Ken was such a fusspot. Sweet of him, 'though.
Waitaminute. Fujimiya Ran does NOT use words like "sweet". What the hell am I thinking?!?
Anyway.
Back to Ken. This morning, he had another little mishap. I came down to the kitchen for breakfast after my shower; was just wearing a towel 'cos I was out of clothes for the moment and still hunting for the missing black turtleneck. Yohji, Omi and Aya-chan were already sitting at the table. Ken, who was cooking breakfast - pancakes, by the smell of it - turned around, blinked, dropped an entire plate of pancakes of the floor, and dashed out of the kitchen, muttering something about Kleenex again. He nosebleeds easily, I must say. First drinking water, and then cooking…maybe it's the heat from the stove or something.
Yohji smirked, raised an eyebrow at me and remarked that maybe next time, I should put on some clothes before coming down to breakfast.
Hmph. I *was* wearing a towel. I don't see what that has to do with anything, anyway.
Omi simply exchanged a three-way glance with Yohji and Aya-chan, and giggled. Wonder what's up with the three of them.
And well, thanks to Ken's accident, we almost didn't have any breakfast this morning. I had to send Omi out to get us something to eat. Ken didn't return to the kitchen to get breakfast at all, he just came straight to the shop. He usually enjoys his food, wonder why he didn't eat this morning.
Not that I *care* or anything, of course…
Oh, and I found Kudou in my room again last night. Poking around in my closet. Geez. If I didn't know for *sure* that he's very, *very* straight, I would be very, very, *very* scared.
Oct 17
Ah. Ken's accident for the day has just occurred. This time, he was carrying in a new potted plant, and somehow managed to bump into the stool I was sitting on. Knocked me off balance, and I ended up on my back on the floor, with him sitting on my hips. Thank goodness he managed to move the plant away in time, 'though. I wouldn't fancy getting knocked on the head by one of those heavy clay pots.
Argh. I wish Ken would stop squirming. He's still sitting on my hips, looking apologetic and shifting a little. Not good. Not good at all. Argh. Think unsexy thoughts, Fujimiya. Un-se-xy. Think of…of…Yohji. Yohji naked.
Ewww.
Hmm. Ken naked?
Ah…
Arghhh. Ken no baka. What the hell are you doing to my mind?
I glare at Ken, and he quickly gets off me, apologising profusely, before scooping up his plant and darting off again. Wonder how come he always bumps into me, and not one of the others. Ah well. Just coincidence, I suppose.
Good, Omi's arrived to take over the next shift. Think I'll go upstairs and take a nap now. And try not to think about Ken. Not that that'll be hard, of course. Not hard at all. To *not* think about that warm smile, bubbly nature…nice butt…
Shimatta.
Oct 18
Aya-chan's boyfriend, Ichiro, just broke up with her. ICHIRO SHI'NE!!!!!!!
What kind of a name is Ichiro, anyway?
Hmph.
No accident with Ken today. Why do I feel vaguely…disappointed…?
Nah. Must be my imagination.
Oct 19
Bloody hell. Now not only is Yohji wandering around in my room, but so is Omi!! And I thought Omi was the most normal out of all of them. What the hell is wrong with everybody?
Yesterday, when I went up to bed, I found Omi poking around in my underwear drawer. A guy can't get any privacy anymore, I tell you. I need to find out what's so fascinating about my room. And I hope Omi didn't steal my favourite pair of boxers. Or my bunny slippers.
Next I suppose Ken will be wandering around in my room too.
Ken…hmm……
Gah. Bloody hormones.
Well, anyway. I need to redo this flower display, the girls really mangled it yesterday. Must've been too busy drooling over one of the guys, I suppose. I hope they didn't get drool on the flowers. I don't think it's good for them. The flowers, I mean, not the girls.
Oof.
Ken's accident for the day: he's just tripped over some wire - must be Yohji's; I make a mental note to tell Kudou not to leave his toys laying around - lying on the floor and fallen right into my lap. I blink and, in my surprise, almost drop the basket of flowers I'm holding. He just grins up at me sheepishly. Wonder why he's so klutzy all of a sudden. I mean, this is extreme, even for him. One of these days, he's going to poke himself with that claw of his.
Oct 20
Now my orange turtleneck's gone missing!!!! Dammit, I *know* either Yohji or Omi's responsible for this. Hmph, turtleneck thieves. *That's* why they've been creeping around in my room, I just *know* it. Honestly. If they wanted the turtlenecks so bad, they could just go out and *buy* them.
Aya-chan seems happier today. Guess she's gotten over Ichi-whatever-his-name-was. Sounded like some fruit or something, I remember. Ichigo? [1] No, Ichiro, that's it. Maybe I should fix her up with someone else. Yohji? NO WAY IN HELL. Omi? Hmm…maybe. Or maybe Ken…hmm, maybe not…
Speaking of Ken, was walking past his door last night, and I heard him talking in his sleep. Sounded like he was calling out someone's name. Sounded like "Aya", actually. Does he have a crush on my imouto or something??
……
I wonder why that thought bugs me so much.
……
I mean, I'm not *that* protective of my imouto. She can date whomever she pleases. And there's no way I could be *jealous* or something. Aya-chan's my *sister*. Being jealous of Ken would be just…sick.
So why am I still so…bothered…by the thought that Ken likes my imouto?
Ah, hell. It's not important anyway. I'll put that thought aside to ponder on later.
Oct 21
I *knew* it was a mistake for me to ask Yohji to go out and buy some clothes for me just 'cos I couldn't be bothered to go shopping myself. Now I have a maroon shimmery shirt, leather pants and a couple of muscle tees.
And he calls those "everyday" clothes.
Thank goodness it's finally the weekend. I need a break. Very, very badly. My housemates have been driving me nuts all week. Time to retire to my room and curl up with a good book. Ahhh…
Yohji just poked his head into my room and asked if I'm going to be here the whole day. I said yes, of course. If you think you're gonna steal another one of my turtlenecks, you've got another thought coming, Kudou.
Huh? Et tu, Omi?
Omi's just opened my door and asked the exact same question as Yohji. It's a damn conspiracy, I tell you.
………
Someone's knocking on my door again. What does one have to do to get some peace around here? If it's one of those two again…
I get up to open the door, grumbling under my breath about inconsiderate turtleneck-stealers who interrupt my reading time.
…oh.
It's Ken…
~end of week 1~
notes:
[1] "ichigo" is "strawberry" in Japanese. And if your name happens to be Ichiro, gomen ne, I mean no offence! *sweatdrop*
TBC...for Chapter II, it'll probably be Yohji's turn. Reviews will make me write much faster...*grin* ^^;;;
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