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Another note: I might change the title of this fic. I am not sure yet, but I may.. Anyone got an idea for a better title? Just say so! ^___^
Blooming Affection
By Keeshe Kal'daka
Chapter 1
Ken pressed his forhead to the cold glass of the car window, watching the houses and trees pass, all so achingly familer, all from the past... Nothing looked like it changed after those years, maybe Ran will be waiting for him on that blue bike in front of the porch, smiling and waving, fourteen again...
'Now, we'll be friends forever!'
Those words still ring in his mind, now, after five years.
Maybe even six if Ken and his family were not moving back to his old home.
He was coming home. Finally coming back to the life he so loved, with his best friend, Ran. But...
There are a few problems with this. Would Ran still want to be his best friend? Ken did leave without telling him. Without telling any one he knew about his family moving to another state.
Like Ken wanted to go!
Damn his father's company for making them move. Ken had argued to his parents that he wanted to stay, not caring at all about money or life, as long as he could be with Ran...
But no, his parents never listened. They felt bad for him, his mother a well of guilt, but there was nothing they could do for him.
He left, thinking he would never see Ran again.
Crying came easily in those days and into the night. Letting the tears of lose be his bed mate and friend. His only friend. As going to the new school, he couldn't fit in, no one liked him. All of it was so different, nothing he liked at all. Nothing felt familer, not even the things he brought with him. He wanted Ran. Wanted Ran, his best friend, his blood brother, at his side! Not alone. Never alone...
Even made a promise one night, as he sat on his cold bed, curled up at the head rest, that once he was old enough, he would go back Home, to Ran.
His mother had suggested that he could write to Ran, send letters so they could still be connected in friendship. There was also the phone, to call his friend, to hear that soft voice.
Ken didn't, or couldn't. He was afraid, as the days past once settled into his new house, to call Ran. Ran had to be angry with him, since they did make a blood bond, they were suppose to tell the truth too. He didn't tell of moving... Ran would find the house empty, the place abandon, Ken gone... What would he think of that?
There were letters, lots of letters, written over the years but were never mailed. He just kept them, the finished and the unfinished ones in a large shoe box, which became two shoe boxes, into three, all letters and notes, little toys that reminded him of their friendship. It was all he had to look forward to every school day thats over and the weekend when he was alone...
He loved soccer, there were games and all, he just didn't join in...
Ran was the one who first showed him soccer, taught him even, though Ran never really played it either, now the games only reminded him more and more what he had done, gone away from Ran.
His life was hell in those years away...
Ken wanted Ran back...
Would Ran have him?
Ran always forgave him for alot of things...
Yet this was different.
The brunette turned his gaze away from the houses, he shouldn't really look, to see everything will have him anxious. Even at his age of seventeen, he was shy, his father blamed it on being a loner. Can't he be shy? Its not going to be a big deal...
Will Ran still be the same?
Hormornes did pass the age fifteen. So Ran has to be different, a deeper voice? Different hair? Taller? Beefier?
Giggles nearly past his lips, just picturing his pale slim Ran to be a big beefy jock. Ran would never ever look like a jock! With those eyes and hair, he could almost be a girl, but he never told Ran that, he'd get smacked over the head, or that glare his old friend would give to any bully who had picked on him or Ken.
The singer James Brown was softly played over the radio, Ken absently listen to the old tune his mother loves hearing. He'd rather listen to something else but his cdplayer and cds were in his suitcase which was in the trunk. He should of taken them in his backpack, yet when this was the day he was moving back into this town, this place, he couldn't really think straight. It wouldn't help settling his stomach either, so nervous! Any moment he was ready to yell at his dad and tell him to pull over, drag himself out of the overly warm car and puke his guts out onto the curb.
Sweat started to bead over his forehead, his throat became dry, his finger rubbed against the scar over his palm, feeling the line across sensitive flesh. He must have done that a hundred time over whenever he thought of Ran, of home, it soon became a habit. Maybe a habit he'll never be rid of.
The car turned another corner on the street. It felt like everything was going so slowly, as if he had been in that car forever and not just six hours.
"Honey?"
Ken looked up from his slouched position to see his mother turned in her seat, his father was driving this time. She was smiling softly, she was always soft, in personailty and words. Ken must have gotten his energy from his father instead. Brown eyes met umber, one gaze soft, and one in question.
"We're home."
At that moment the car turned into that old drive way, the car jerking up from the incline, so familer.
Ken was home now. Shouldn't he be happy?
No.
He was scared to death.
To Be Continued...
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Waah... I had the hardest trying to write this. Seems that writing a AU is alittle hard. I hope this turns out alright for all you readers. Thanks again for all those who reviewed before.
I like all to know that I maybe taking my fics off FF.net. Well. Just those of NC-17, since I can't seem to update them anymore or change the rating because I got there too late. The idea is not in action yet but I am going to try to make a WK fanfic site, well, its going to be owned by me, Jin, and Fei. Its not up, I still need to get a work on info and all. Hehe. I hope to all WK fan might come and see it. o.o I am soo bribing neh? x_X Sorry. I am really excited to do something like that. o.o I hope to make it work. ^__^;;;
-Keeshe Kal'daka
o_o Review neh? Pwease?
Another note: I might change the title of this fic. I am not sure yet, but I may.. Anyone got an idea for a better title? Just say so! ^___^
Blooming Affection
By Keeshe Kal'daka
Chapter 1
Ken pressed his forhead to the cold glass of the car window, watching the houses and trees pass, all so achingly familer, all from the past... Nothing looked like it changed after those years, maybe Ran will be waiting for him on that blue bike in front of the porch, smiling and waving, fourteen again...
'Now, we'll be friends forever!'
Those words still ring in his mind, now, after five years.
Maybe even six if Ken and his family were not moving back to his old home.
He was coming home. Finally coming back to the life he so loved, with his best friend, Ran. But...
There are a few problems with this. Would Ran still want to be his best friend? Ken did leave without telling him. Without telling any one he knew about his family moving to another state.
Like Ken wanted to go!
Damn his father's company for making them move. Ken had argued to his parents that he wanted to stay, not caring at all about money or life, as long as he could be with Ran...
But no, his parents never listened. They felt bad for him, his mother a well of guilt, but there was nothing they could do for him.
He left, thinking he would never see Ran again.
Crying came easily in those days and into the night. Letting the tears of lose be his bed mate and friend. His only friend. As going to the new school, he couldn't fit in, no one liked him. All of it was so different, nothing he liked at all. Nothing felt familer, not even the things he brought with him. He wanted Ran. Wanted Ran, his best friend, his blood brother, at his side! Not alone. Never alone...
Even made a promise one night, as he sat on his cold bed, curled up at the head rest, that once he was old enough, he would go back Home, to Ran.
His mother had suggested that he could write to Ran, send letters so they could still be connected in friendship. There was also the phone, to call his friend, to hear that soft voice.
Ken didn't, or couldn't. He was afraid, as the days past once settled into his new house, to call Ran. Ran had to be angry with him, since they did make a blood bond, they were suppose to tell the truth too. He didn't tell of moving... Ran would find the house empty, the place abandon, Ken gone... What would he think of that?
There were letters, lots of letters, written over the years but were never mailed. He just kept them, the finished and the unfinished ones in a large shoe box, which became two shoe boxes, into three, all letters and notes, little toys that reminded him of their friendship. It was all he had to look forward to every school day thats over and the weekend when he was alone...
He loved soccer, there were games and all, he just didn't join in...
Ran was the one who first showed him soccer, taught him even, though Ran never really played it either, now the games only reminded him more and more what he had done, gone away from Ran.
His life was hell in those years away...
Ken wanted Ran back...
Would Ran have him?
Ran always forgave him for alot of things...
Yet this was different.
The brunette turned his gaze away from the houses, he shouldn't really look, to see everything will have him anxious. Even at his age of seventeen, he was shy, his father blamed it on being a loner. Can't he be shy? Its not going to be a big deal...
Will Ran still be the same?
Hormornes did pass the age fifteen. So Ran has to be different, a deeper voice? Different hair? Taller? Beefier?
Giggles nearly past his lips, just picturing his pale slim Ran to be a big beefy jock. Ran would never ever look like a jock! With those eyes and hair, he could almost be a girl, but he never told Ran that, he'd get smacked over the head, or that glare his old friend would give to any bully who had picked on him or Ken.
The singer James Brown was softly played over the radio, Ken absently listen to the old tune his mother loves hearing. He'd rather listen to something else but his cdplayer and cds were in his suitcase which was in the trunk. He should of taken them in his backpack, yet when this was the day he was moving back into this town, this place, he couldn't really think straight. It wouldn't help settling his stomach either, so nervous! Any moment he was ready to yell at his dad and tell him to pull over, drag himself out of the overly warm car and puke his guts out onto the curb.
Sweat started to bead over his forehead, his throat became dry, his finger rubbed against the scar over his palm, feeling the line across sensitive flesh. He must have done that a hundred time over whenever he thought of Ran, of home, it soon became a habit. Maybe a habit he'll never be rid of.
The car turned another corner on the street. It felt like everything was going so slowly, as if he had been in that car forever and not just six hours.
"Honey?"
Ken looked up from his slouched position to see his mother turned in her seat, his father was driving this time. She was smiling softly, she was always soft, in personailty and words. Ken must have gotten his energy from his father instead. Brown eyes met umber, one gaze soft, and one in question.
"We're home."
At that moment the car turned into that old drive way, the car jerking up from the incline, so familer.
Ken was home now. Shouldn't he be happy?
No.
He was scared to death.
To Be Continued...
_______________________________________________________
Waah... I had the hardest trying to write this. Seems that writing a AU is alittle hard. I hope this turns out alright for all you readers. Thanks again for all those who reviewed before.
I like all to know that I maybe taking my fics off FF.net. Well. Just those of NC-17, since I can't seem to update them anymore or change the rating because I got there too late. The idea is not in action yet but I am going to try to make a WK fanfic site, well, its going to be owned by me, Jin, and Fei. Its not up, I still need to get a work on info and all. Hehe. I hope to all WK fan might come and see it. o.o I am soo bribing neh? x_X Sorry. I am really excited to do something like that. o.o I hope to make it work. ^__^;;;
-Keeshe Kal'daka
o_o Review neh? Pwease?