Title: Perfection
Author: Fizz (mooookey@hotmail.com)
Notes: weird, juvenile, and overall a little OOC. I have no idea where the
hell it's going,
or where the hell it came from. Spontaneous generation, I guess.
Anyway, it's a day in the life of Weiss.
"So I'm perverse. Sometimes, Kenken, you just have to accept people for who they are," he remarked behind a rather.colorful magazine.
"The word is perverted, Yohji, perverted. Not perverse. Perverse means a whole nother thing.and stuff." Ken stopped at that, having forgotten the difference between the two words anyway. Omi giggled cutely at the banter that had been going on for three hours now, hidden behind some shoujo manga about, well, whatever shoujo manga was written about. Ken never bothered to figure out what was so alluring to the genki boy about twinkly eyes and such, seeing as he preferred the shonen stuff himself.
"Please keep it down, you two, Aya-kun finds it hard to read amidst your silly talk." Omi blurted out quietly, accompanied with another fit of giggles. Yohji, Ken, and Omi swiveled their heads simultaneously to watch the redhead. Everyone but Ken had something to read, and in Aya's case, it was some sort of samurai book. Well, whatever it was, it sure was captivating, judging by the expression on Aya's face. He was absently chewing on a corner of his mouth, with his eyes unusually wide and rapidly moving across the page as he read. If they watched long enough, the other three would see an occasional quirk of an eyebrow, minute scrunch of a nostril, or subtle twitch of a cheek. Omi had resumed with his giggles, Yohji had a fascinated smile on his lips, Ken was fit to burst with chuckles, and all three were taking turns commentating on the whole situation.
"I may be perverted, but I do know a good deal about sword fighting, er, samurai-uh, stuff that involves katanas, such as our beloved leader is so engrossed in at the moment. Isn't that right, Kenken?" Yohji grinned wider with each word whispered.
"Absolutely, Yo-tan. Judging by the tension running along the lines of his face, Aya has now reached the climax of his novel, wherein the hero is pinned atop a jutting cliff overlooking some rural area in Cambodia by the blade of his enemy. Will he survive? Omi, tell us more." Ken's stomach was starting to hurt with the difficulty of holding back the laughter.
Omi grabbed the imaginary microphone passed between the two and all crept nearer the redhead. "Unfortunately, Ken, it seems there is no way out for the hero-No, wait, I spoke too soon. See how Aya's hands stiffened momentarily? Apparently, there is a complication. Aya's eyes are now back to normal size, and he is slowly lowering his book in his lap, and.oi. AIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!" Omi's girlish screams were loud enough to rattle the walls, and Ken's and Yohji's combined shouts of laughter could be heard out on the street below. But nothing, I say, nothing could drown out Aya's bellows of anger and screamed death threats chasing them all around the Koneko building. The four boys quickly tired of the age old game of chase and returned to the living room, catching their collective breath and panting softly, punctuated with a few chuckles here and there.
"Ah, good times, good times." Ken breathed after a while. The other three quickly agreed in their own ways; Yohji with a wink and an arm slung around Aya's shoulders, Omi with a yawn and another cute giggle, and Aya with narrowed eyes and the tips of his lips turned up with amusement.
The moment was almost perfect. For the four young men enjoying each other's company, this was as perfect as it was going to get. But, as the saying goes, perfection is never reality. The only flaw in their private moment was the chill that went through each of them in turn as soon as Ken uttered those words. An ironic sort of harbinger, you could say, of more trying times to come.
"So I'm perverse. Sometimes, Kenken, you just have to accept people for who they are," he remarked behind a rather.colorful magazine.
"The word is perverted, Yohji, perverted. Not perverse. Perverse means a whole nother thing.and stuff." Ken stopped at that, having forgotten the difference between the two words anyway. Omi giggled cutely at the banter that had been going on for three hours now, hidden behind some shoujo manga about, well, whatever shoujo manga was written about. Ken never bothered to figure out what was so alluring to the genki boy about twinkly eyes and such, seeing as he preferred the shonen stuff himself.
"Please keep it down, you two, Aya-kun finds it hard to read amidst your silly talk." Omi blurted out quietly, accompanied with another fit of giggles. Yohji, Ken, and Omi swiveled their heads simultaneously to watch the redhead. Everyone but Ken had something to read, and in Aya's case, it was some sort of samurai book. Well, whatever it was, it sure was captivating, judging by the expression on Aya's face. He was absently chewing on a corner of his mouth, with his eyes unusually wide and rapidly moving across the page as he read. If they watched long enough, the other three would see an occasional quirk of an eyebrow, minute scrunch of a nostril, or subtle twitch of a cheek. Omi had resumed with his giggles, Yohji had a fascinated smile on his lips, Ken was fit to burst with chuckles, and all three were taking turns commentating on the whole situation.
"I may be perverted, but I do know a good deal about sword fighting, er, samurai-uh, stuff that involves katanas, such as our beloved leader is so engrossed in at the moment. Isn't that right, Kenken?" Yohji grinned wider with each word whispered.
"Absolutely, Yo-tan. Judging by the tension running along the lines of his face, Aya has now reached the climax of his novel, wherein the hero is pinned atop a jutting cliff overlooking some rural area in Cambodia by the blade of his enemy. Will he survive? Omi, tell us more." Ken's stomach was starting to hurt with the difficulty of holding back the laughter.
Omi grabbed the imaginary microphone passed between the two and all crept nearer the redhead. "Unfortunately, Ken, it seems there is no way out for the hero-No, wait, I spoke too soon. See how Aya's hands stiffened momentarily? Apparently, there is a complication. Aya's eyes are now back to normal size, and he is slowly lowering his book in his lap, and.oi. AIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!" Omi's girlish screams were loud enough to rattle the walls, and Ken's and Yohji's combined shouts of laughter could be heard out on the street below. But nothing, I say, nothing could drown out Aya's bellows of anger and screamed death threats chasing them all around the Koneko building. The four boys quickly tired of the age old game of chase and returned to the living room, catching their collective breath and panting softly, punctuated with a few chuckles here and there.
"Ah, good times, good times." Ken breathed after a while. The other three quickly agreed in their own ways; Yohji with a wink and an arm slung around Aya's shoulders, Omi with a yawn and another cute giggle, and Aya with narrowed eyes and the tips of his lips turned up with amusement.
The moment was almost perfect. For the four young men enjoying each other's company, this was as perfect as it was going to get. But, as the saying goes, perfection is never reality. The only flaw in their private moment was the chill that went through each of them in turn as soon as Ken uttered those words. An ironic sort of harbinger, you could say, of more trying times to come.