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AN: Heh, I should have mention in this AU, they are not in Japan. o.o Just some town in America. xD I gotta think of a name!
Blooming Affection
By Keeshe Kal'daka
Chapter 2
The dark green bike, the paint chipped with age, came to a skidding halt over the cold street in front of a old Victorian house. Houses like those were very common in this town, nearly every street had atleast three or four of these old fancy type houses. Usually these kind were used like haunted houses in scary movies, but since they are so common here, it was just another house. A sweet carmal color sides with deep chocolate outlines and tiles. It looked homely enough.
It was all the same to the boy who was wheeling his bike up the smooth asfault driveway.
Crimson locks and eartails danced a silent dance from the coming winter wind, flickering over the passive pale face of a tired teenager. A heavy black bookbag was digging into one shoulder, it wasn't a very impressive thing, with some worn marks and patches, it was the best to carry such homework he was bringing home.
Life sucks.
It was the one thought that coursed through this one's head for the past five years, always the same, never changing. It was just added in for today. Another day of school and work at Old Joe's Diner*. He better take a shower before he goes in for supper, the smell of grease, beer, coffee, and salad dressing was turning his stomach. Maybe he won't eat tonight, it wouldn't be the first time.
The bike, which has been his transportation for four years, was placed into the garage in the back of the house, next to the old Buggie, the car he was going to have to fix up sometime. He finally had his license, but getting the money was another thing for a car. Thats why the job in the diner. He was going to earn cash his own way, he could do it, just gotta take time.
And alot of bribing to Griffin, the town's mechanic.
Giving the back door a good slam, not so loud or his father would scowl about his temper he had been going through for the past week, he entered into the kitchen. A warm quiet kitchen. Mother must be at work late again. Whose turn was it to make dinner? He wasn't up to making anything, maybe not eating anything period for a year. It was the risk of working in a grease-lick diner, it ruins one's appetite.
Home was a normal setting, warm rooms, warm colors, trinkets of memories, and family pictures of the years, like all normal houses of a happy family.
Happy family? HA!
It was a happy family six years ago, a happy life for him, nothing was better in the world then being with your best friend, your blood brother.
Ran shook himself, wanting to push back the memories of that day, the day where he came riding over to Ken's house, running up the stairs, knocking on the door. Waiting, waiting some more, no answer. He had called out to every window, banged on the back door, ran to the lake, but found no one. No Ken.
He growled. He didn't want to remember!
Guess his conscious just loves to have him riled up.
The tired teen passed his sister's closed door, ignoring the loud happy music of A*Teens. The music was awful for any older brother of a hyper happy bright sixteen year old sister. He would pound on her door and yell for her to turn it down, but he was too much of a tired reck to do it today.
Now every house has it's dark gloomy room, right? The sort with dark posters, black sheets, and bounds of gothic things since Ran is a gloomy cold stick up his ass kind of guy. Well, not this room. It was clean, always clean, no clothes cast about, no papers strewn over the floor, no dishes of snacks, sparkling clean. Guess he can't be a normal gloomy guy.
And would a gloomy guy have a very adorable three year old English Shephard dog? Didn't think so. The dog in question lifted his head, that copper brown and black tail gave that greeting of happiness to see his owner home. The pink tongue lolled out as those black lips smile. Brown eyes shine...
Brown eyes.
They could almost match Ken's...
No, don't think about it, it will only lead to more memories...
'Memories I want to forget.' He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. Usually he would give his Aries a small smile in greeting, but today has been the worse of the worse.
Maybe it was just the week that has been pounding on him.
School.
Work.
His sister.
How ironic could it be that Aya's best friend, Sakura, has moved away from this town? Make it worse that the house she used to live in was Ken's old home. Aya was going through the same muck as he was when Ken left. See, there was also a deference to this too, least Sakura called and wrote to Aya... Ken never did.
That house is cursed. Ran hated that house. It held so many memories. Like the lake, the autoshop, the playground. Hell, everywhere was a place of memories. Even this room. Not as bad since he and Ken would be in Ken's room more often. Sleep overs, homework help, indoor games when the cold is too much.
The stained mahogany uniform shirt was thrown to the half empty laundry basket, to be washed sometime that night after the load of homework of History, Litature, and Biology was finished. The bookbag was dumped sometime close to the steel pipe and wood desk where he kept most of his work and projects.
Aries gave a soft whine after his master cast his form onto the large bed, the mattress giving it's creak and squeak from the pressure in his willowy frame. Pale slender fingers plunge into the silky soft of fine dog hair, letting what little feelings he had seep into the carass. Not let his Aries be worried or the dog would give him that look. Yes, that look, the kind where you want to just throw away everything and make him so very happy.
Ran didn't have anything to throw away, just himself maybe.
Life sucks...
Dinner would be around an hour from now, and all he wanted was some sleep, to be cast into a mass of dreams, of memories... Where nothing and no one could hurt him...
~~~
"Schu-schu is a jerk." Ken complained, feeling the welt that was growing over his bottom lip, and wincing when he blinked, for his right eye was starting to swell. A whimper passed his lips when Ran pressed a pack of ice over his lip, his large brown eyes began to water. Though this was Ken Hidaka, the twelve year old with a temper of a bull, he couldn't hide the pain from his friend.
"What was it this time?" Ran frowned, he couldn't be there this time to team up with Ken and fight off Schuldig and Jei. Schuldig and Jei were the bullies that never quit to pick on anyone around their age. Jei was the scary one, but he was always following Schu. Since none of them could really remember how to pronounce that orange-top jerk's name right, they called him Schu-schu, teasing since sometimes fists never work that well.
Ken only shrugged in response.
"Boys! I found the antibotics, want me to come up and put it on?" Ken's mother called from the stairs. While Ran was taking care of Ken, she went looking for it, always seems to go missing when someone needs it. Ran got up from the bed. "I'll get it." Ken came to him first, trying to get far away from the bullies before he got into tears, he never liked pain that well. Ran took him back to his friend's home for Ran didn't want Aya to get all nosy and upset to why Ken was hurt.
The red head went out the room to get the medicine and the stuff. It was only for a minute away. He comes running back in, ready to cheer Ken up from the pain, "Hey, Ken maybe we can--..." The words died when he finally noticed that Ken wasn't in here, and the room was bare and empty. Ran looked about in confusion, eyes clouding, why did this feel like deja vu? That pain of loss?
"Ran! Ran, ya there?!"
Ken?
He went to the window, looking out to see...see.. Someone was down there. Was...that Ken?
"Ran!" There was a bright smile and then...
Hands were shaking him, a long cool tongue was lapping at his face. Slowly his face screwed up in discomfort. Argh, what the hell?! He opened his eyes. Once minute he was back in his youth, with Ken...Then he saw... Well he thought he just saw Ken. That was Ken's smile.. Sounded almost like Ken...But it couldn't have been him!
"Ran.." That sounded like his sister instead. He looks over to see her standing there, concern written over her face. Aries had stop licking once he had awaken out of his sleep
"What?" Ran snapped, his weariness was stringing over his temper that he tried to stifle away after Ken had diserted him... And to dream about him now, it just brought the pain and loss back in ten folds. It made him angry.
Aya had flinched at his tone, made him regret but he didn't say an apologize. Brothers and Sisters were never to get along all the time, if they do then something is mentally wrong with that.
"Supper is ready." She said tentively, moving back to let Ran get a shirt on and get up when he wants to.
Supper. Was he up to that? How long did he sleep? He glanced to the black electronic clock, the bright red numbers read 7:14. Two hours? He slept for two hours? It felt like he had only been sleeping for atleast five minutes.
"Fine...I'll be there real soon..."
Aya left to report back to the parents.
Sitting up, his legs curled up to his chest, sighing to get rid of the sleepiness. Aries came up to his side, resting his head on his knee, always seems to know him better then he knew himself. Slender fingers stroke through the fur, trying to make the canine feel better...
There was those big brown eyes, the tears... then everything gone.
"Ken, you bastard..." Ran whispered, bowing his head, curling an arm around his dog, some warm comfort. Don't remember...Jus' don't remember...
Aries whined, trying to give one last good "kiss" on the cheek.
"Aries...why does life suck?"
To Be Continued...
Oooh I am SOOO sorry that this chapter...has come REALLY late. -coughs-
I'll try to do better! I promise! Damnit, right now I am glad that this chapter is finally done too! Okay, okay, alot of you guys wanted some RanKen action, but, I am trying to make this a long story, to prolong the tension and not rush it! Rushing is bad! That was an old habit of mine! I am trying to break it!
Oh and the site is coming around slowly. Sorry but its alot harder then I thought. Also I need some info on whom ever wants to put their sites up on it. Also my friends and I are thinking of emailing people about their fics, asking if they like their fics up on our site. Something like that.
I want to thank everyone who has reviewed! -huggles and squeals- I hope you all liked this chapter as well. I am going to try harder on the next chapter...I am still plotting what is going to happen. Oh also, Magic of Your Love chapter 4 is being worked on...I think its almost done. x.x; I sooo need a brain. -sighs- Least I finally updated! -ducks when her harem of handsome muses start throwing stuff at her.- AHHHHHHHHHH!!! -runs and hides-
-Keeshe Kaldaka
6.6... Look...There is a button...right there... See? Its just...staring...waiting...PUSH it! Push it NOW!!! -runs screaming mad-
AN: Heh, I should have mention in this AU, they are not in Japan. o.o Just some town in America. xD I gotta think of a name!
Blooming Affection
By Keeshe Kal'daka
Chapter 2
The dark green bike, the paint chipped with age, came to a skidding halt over the cold street in front of a old Victorian house. Houses like those were very common in this town, nearly every street had atleast three or four of these old fancy type houses. Usually these kind were used like haunted houses in scary movies, but since they are so common here, it was just another house. A sweet carmal color sides with deep chocolate outlines and tiles. It looked homely enough.
It was all the same to the boy who was wheeling his bike up the smooth asfault driveway.
Crimson locks and eartails danced a silent dance from the coming winter wind, flickering over the passive pale face of a tired teenager. A heavy black bookbag was digging into one shoulder, it wasn't a very impressive thing, with some worn marks and patches, it was the best to carry such homework he was bringing home.
Life sucks.
It was the one thought that coursed through this one's head for the past five years, always the same, never changing. It was just added in for today. Another day of school and work at Old Joe's Diner*. He better take a shower before he goes in for supper, the smell of grease, beer, coffee, and salad dressing was turning his stomach. Maybe he won't eat tonight, it wouldn't be the first time.
The bike, which has been his transportation for four years, was placed into the garage in the back of the house, next to the old Buggie, the car he was going to have to fix up sometime. He finally had his license, but getting the money was another thing for a car. Thats why the job in the diner. He was going to earn cash his own way, he could do it, just gotta take time.
And alot of bribing to Griffin, the town's mechanic.
Giving the back door a good slam, not so loud or his father would scowl about his temper he had been going through for the past week, he entered into the kitchen. A warm quiet kitchen. Mother must be at work late again. Whose turn was it to make dinner? He wasn't up to making anything, maybe not eating anything period for a year. It was the risk of working in a grease-lick diner, it ruins one's appetite.
Home was a normal setting, warm rooms, warm colors, trinkets of memories, and family pictures of the years, like all normal houses of a happy family.
Happy family? HA!
It was a happy family six years ago, a happy life for him, nothing was better in the world then being with your best friend, your blood brother.
Ran shook himself, wanting to push back the memories of that day, the day where he came riding over to Ken's house, running up the stairs, knocking on the door. Waiting, waiting some more, no answer. He had called out to every window, banged on the back door, ran to the lake, but found no one. No Ken.
He growled. He didn't want to remember!
Guess his conscious just loves to have him riled up.
The tired teen passed his sister's closed door, ignoring the loud happy music of A*Teens. The music was awful for any older brother of a hyper happy bright sixteen year old sister. He would pound on her door and yell for her to turn it down, but he was too much of a tired reck to do it today.
Now every house has it's dark gloomy room, right? The sort with dark posters, black sheets, and bounds of gothic things since Ran is a gloomy cold stick up his ass kind of guy. Well, not this room. It was clean, always clean, no clothes cast about, no papers strewn over the floor, no dishes of snacks, sparkling clean. Guess he can't be a normal gloomy guy.
And would a gloomy guy have a very adorable three year old English Shephard dog? Didn't think so. The dog in question lifted his head, that copper brown and black tail gave that greeting of happiness to see his owner home. The pink tongue lolled out as those black lips smile. Brown eyes shine...
Brown eyes.
They could almost match Ken's...
No, don't think about it, it will only lead to more memories...
'Memories I want to forget.' He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. Usually he would give his Aries a small smile in greeting, but today has been the worse of the worse.
Maybe it was just the week that has been pounding on him.
School.
Work.
His sister.
How ironic could it be that Aya's best friend, Sakura, has moved away from this town? Make it worse that the house she used to live in was Ken's old home. Aya was going through the same muck as he was when Ken left. See, there was also a deference to this too, least Sakura called and wrote to Aya... Ken never did.
That house is cursed. Ran hated that house. It held so many memories. Like the lake, the autoshop, the playground. Hell, everywhere was a place of memories. Even this room. Not as bad since he and Ken would be in Ken's room more often. Sleep overs, homework help, indoor games when the cold is too much.
The stained mahogany uniform shirt was thrown to the half empty laundry basket, to be washed sometime that night after the load of homework of History, Litature, and Biology was finished. The bookbag was dumped sometime close to the steel pipe and wood desk where he kept most of his work and projects.
Aries gave a soft whine after his master cast his form onto the large bed, the mattress giving it's creak and squeak from the pressure in his willowy frame. Pale slender fingers plunge into the silky soft of fine dog hair, letting what little feelings he had seep into the carass. Not let his Aries be worried or the dog would give him that look. Yes, that look, the kind where you want to just throw away everything and make him so very happy.
Ran didn't have anything to throw away, just himself maybe.
Life sucks...
Dinner would be around an hour from now, and all he wanted was some sleep, to be cast into a mass of dreams, of memories... Where nothing and no one could hurt him...
~~~
"Schu-schu is a jerk." Ken complained, feeling the welt that was growing over his bottom lip, and wincing when he blinked, for his right eye was starting to swell. A whimper passed his lips when Ran pressed a pack of ice over his lip, his large brown eyes began to water. Though this was Ken Hidaka, the twelve year old with a temper of a bull, he couldn't hide the pain from his friend.
"What was it this time?" Ran frowned, he couldn't be there this time to team up with Ken and fight off Schuldig and Jei. Schuldig and Jei were the bullies that never quit to pick on anyone around their age. Jei was the scary one, but he was always following Schu. Since none of them could really remember how to pronounce that orange-top jerk's name right, they called him Schu-schu, teasing since sometimes fists never work that well.
Ken only shrugged in response.
"Boys! I found the antibotics, want me to come up and put it on?" Ken's mother called from the stairs. While Ran was taking care of Ken, she went looking for it, always seems to go missing when someone needs it. Ran got up from the bed. "I'll get it." Ken came to him first, trying to get far away from the bullies before he got into tears, he never liked pain that well. Ran took him back to his friend's home for Ran didn't want Aya to get all nosy and upset to why Ken was hurt.
The red head went out the room to get the medicine and the stuff. It was only for a minute away. He comes running back in, ready to cheer Ken up from the pain, "Hey, Ken maybe we can--..." The words died when he finally noticed that Ken wasn't in here, and the room was bare and empty. Ran looked about in confusion, eyes clouding, why did this feel like deja vu? That pain of loss?
"Ran! Ran, ya there?!"
Ken?
He went to the window, looking out to see...see.. Someone was down there. Was...that Ken?
"Ran!" There was a bright smile and then...
Hands were shaking him, a long cool tongue was lapping at his face. Slowly his face screwed up in discomfort. Argh, what the hell?! He opened his eyes. Once minute he was back in his youth, with Ken...Then he saw... Well he thought he just saw Ken. That was Ken's smile.. Sounded almost like Ken...But it couldn't have been him!
"Ran.." That sounded like his sister instead. He looks over to see her standing there, concern written over her face. Aries had stop licking once he had awaken out of his sleep
"What?" Ran snapped, his weariness was stringing over his temper that he tried to stifle away after Ken had diserted him... And to dream about him now, it just brought the pain and loss back in ten folds. It made him angry.
Aya had flinched at his tone, made him regret but he didn't say an apologize. Brothers and Sisters were never to get along all the time, if they do then something is mentally wrong with that.
"Supper is ready." She said tentively, moving back to let Ran get a shirt on and get up when he wants to.
Supper. Was he up to that? How long did he sleep? He glanced to the black electronic clock, the bright red numbers read 7:14. Two hours? He slept for two hours? It felt like he had only been sleeping for atleast five minutes.
"Fine...I'll be there real soon..."
Aya left to report back to the parents.
Sitting up, his legs curled up to his chest, sighing to get rid of the sleepiness. Aries came up to his side, resting his head on his knee, always seems to know him better then he knew himself. Slender fingers stroke through the fur, trying to make the canine feel better...
There was those big brown eyes, the tears... then everything gone.
"Ken, you bastard..." Ran whispered, bowing his head, curling an arm around his dog, some warm comfort. Don't remember...Jus' don't remember...
Aries whined, trying to give one last good "kiss" on the cheek.
"Aries...why does life suck?"
To Be Continued...
Oooh I am SOOO sorry that this chapter...has come REALLY late. -coughs-
I'll try to do better! I promise! Damnit, right now I am glad that this chapter is finally done too! Okay, okay, alot of you guys wanted some RanKen action, but, I am trying to make this a long story, to prolong the tension and not rush it! Rushing is bad! That was an old habit of mine! I am trying to break it!
Oh and the site is coming around slowly. Sorry but its alot harder then I thought. Also I need some info on whom ever wants to put their sites up on it. Also my friends and I are thinking of emailing people about their fics, asking if they like their fics up on our site. Something like that.
I want to thank everyone who has reviewed! -huggles and squeals- I hope you all liked this chapter as well. I am going to try harder on the next chapter...I am still plotting what is going to happen. Oh also, Magic of Your Love chapter 4 is being worked on...I think its almost done. x.x; I sooo need a brain. -sighs- Least I finally updated! -ducks when her harem of handsome muses start throwing stuff at her.- AHHHHHHHHHH!!! -runs and hides-
-Keeshe Kaldaka
6.6... Look...There is a button...right there... See? Its just...staring...waiting...PUSH it! Push it NOW!!! -runs screaming mad-