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Comments: Another unfortunate event in the relationship of Ken and Aya. Poor Ken, he seems to be getting all the crap. Oh well, he's just so abusable though. Er… I mean… you know, as a writer… not by Aya. That would be mean.  Anyway so here's the third one all up and gone over and stuff.  Hope you guys enjoy, as always. __________________________________________________________________

Oh shit. He's going to kill me. That's it, no more, I can see myself lying in a pool of katana-induced blood… dead. I squinch up my eyes and whimper. I can't believe that I was so –stupid-! Stupid, stupid, stupid. Baka! I whack my fist against my forehead and realize, as I hear the tell tale crunch of what I have clutched tightly in my fist, that I've just made things worse.

I hold my hand out and slowly open my hand, revealing the mangled contents. Oh, that is not good. So not good. The light catches on the bent, twisted, and rather crunched remnants of Aya's reading glasses, the cute nerdy ones that turn me on. Crap, this is so not good. He's going to kill me!

But it's not like it was –really- my fault.

Ok, so maybe I took a nap in his bed without asking, but I only did it because I love the way he smells and the way his sheets feel and being surrounded by the things that are his. I was napping there because I love him, so this is so not my fault! I mean, who the hell keeps their glasses under their pillow?

Alright I could see that it is a rather secure place for them when you know that they are there, and it would be easy to reach them if you wanted to read in bed… but what the hell are night tables for then?

No, sorry, he cannot be mad at me about this.

He's going to kill me.

I peer cautiously around the corner and see Aya sitting quietly on the couch, flicking through the news channels. Good, he won't notice me if I make a break for the kitchen. I tip toe around the corner and pad softly over the carpet, my slippers making little shuffling sounds. I'm almost to the kitchen when I hear, "Where have you been?"

It's an innocent enough question, sure… unless you happen to be guilty of something. I jump and glance over my shoulder apprehensively. "Me? Oh… oh nothing. I took a nap, that's all," I say nervously.

"Hn."

I wait until I'm sure he doesn't have anything else to say to me, and then I make a break for the kitchen. I yank the junk drawer open with a loud bang and begin to rummage around pell-mell. String… no, not gonna do the trick. Rubber bands! Wait that's just dumb. Thumb tacks, no. Staple gun… as if! Sealing wax? Why the hell do we have sealing wax?! Argh. Wait, there, that glint, that green tubing, the red cap… could it be? Yes, yes!! It is… super glue. Sweet!

In my haste to get the glasses and the glue out of the drawer and onto the counter I cut myself on the edge of Aya's crunched lenses. "Itai!" I cry in pain and surprise, dropping both objects onto the counter. One of the glasses' arms skitters across the smooth surface halting just before going over the edge.  Thank god for small miracles. I bring my hand to my mouth and suck at the cut. Damn it! Right on the fleshy part under my thumb, too. Now my hand is going to be all painful and annoying. Why me?

"Koibito? Are you ok?" I hear his voice call from the other room.

"Yeah," I say breathlessly through my hand. "I… uh, just hit my head on the counter." What the hell? How would I manage that?! Stupid!

There is a pause, he's thinking what I'm thinking. "O-kay…."

"Just ignore me, it's fine." I scramble for the glue and the glasses, but now my hand is bleeding on everything. I have to keep it up to my mouth or else I'm going to get blood all over the mail and Omi's homework.

"Zakennayo!*" I hiss under my breath. This is ridiculous.

I manage to get the arm of the glasses back and employing my assassin-like agility I manage to get the super glue open with one hand. Piecing the glasses back together is another matter. I have to hold the glass… and that just doesn't look right. Wait a second… is that tabby thing supposed to go there? Jesus Christ! I whimper as my attempts to fix Aya's glasses only fail miserably. I'm about to give up altogether and drop the glasses when I realize I can't.

"What the…?" I say in disbelief.

I try to pull my fingers apart, but they won't come undone. I shake my hand, attempting to dislodge the mangled fames, but I've glued them to myself! And not only that… I've glued several of my fingers together! Holy shit, why me?! I shake my hand furiously, all the while sucking at the cut on my hand, and whimpering to myself. Why does my day keep getting worse? All I wanted to do was take a nap in my boyfriend's bed, and this is what I get?! Well, fuck me for being sentimental!

As I wave my hand about frantically I manage to whack it on the upper cupboards. "Argh! Itai!!" I cry again.

"Ken? Are you sure that you're ok?"

Oh, shit.

You know this isn't worth it. All this frustration just isn't worth it. That's it. I'm just gonna fess up. Besides I've glued my fingers together… I want my koi! I shuffle out of the kitchen and hover at that back of the sitting area.

I smile weakly and clear my throat, shuffling sheepishly into the room. He looks up at me, blinks twice, and turns back to the TV. He pats the couch next to him idly with one hand. I clear my throat again.

"Um… koi?" I say meekly.

He holds up a hand. "Shh, one moment. Stock report is on. Come and sit," he says, distracted.

"No, I'd really rather not," I say. I don't want to be within hitting distance when I tell Aya that I've mangled his glasses and then glued them to my hand.

He looks up at me sharply. He can tell something's wrong by the tone of my voice. He shifts towards me, the look on my face concerns him. "What's wrong, aité? Is there something you want to talk about?" He flicks the TV off.

I grumble. He's so good. And he's gonna be so mad.

"Well… there's something I have to tell you, and you aren't going to like it," I say meekly, casting my eyes down. My fist tightens around the dilapidated frames glued in my hand.

He furrows his brows and straightens up. "What?" Oh, that was a quick change. Here we go.

"Ok, so please don't get too mad…."

"Ken…?" he growls reproachfully.

"Just let me explain. Ok, so I wanted to take a nap this afternoon," I begin. He raises an eyebrow. It looks like he can see where this is going already. "And I did, but I couldn't sleep in my room, so I decided to sleep in your room, because I really like being in there and it's calming, because everything smells like you and… you know. Good memories and all."

"Uh huh."

"Well… as I was getting up, I kinda rolled over onto your pillow as I was stretching out and I heard this crunch… and…," I break off holding out the mangled remains of Aya's glasses for him to see.

He stares at my hand, which is in a rather unnatural position, and I watch his indigo eyes slowly grow as he realizes what the crumpled handful of glass and metal is. "Are those…?"

I sigh, "Your glasses?  Yes."

His mouth opens and he snaps his head up to glare at me. "Ken! You broke my glasses?! You slept in my bed and broke my reading glasses?!" He stands up abruptly and points at me accusingly.

"Well… yeah. Now hold on a second, Aya," I say in a rush backing away quickly. "It isn't the end of the world, and I know they are designer and I'll –pay- for new ones, please don't be mad at me!"

"Ken! Don't be mad at you? You mashed them! I can't read without them! I won't be able to read anything until new ones are made for me. I can't believe you did that," he growls advancing on me slowly.

I bite my lip. "Um… that's not the only thing I did…."

He glares at me and raises an eyebrow. "What?" he says flatly.

I hold up my hand and shake it so that he can see the glasses aren't going anywhere. "I tried to fix them, and…."

His eye twitches. It actually twitches. He steps over to me quickly and grabs my wrist, trying to take the busted frames from my hand. They don't budge and the tugging hurts. The glue is kinda starting to sting. "Ken…." He growls reproachfully.

This is so stupid. I straighten up. "Look I apologized, didn't I? I told you, didn't I? I even tried to fix them for you! I could have just left them there and not taken responsibility," I say in my own defense.

He glares at me. "How many people do you think sleep in my bed, Ken? I would have figured it out, and then I would have been –really- mad."

I sigh, "Yeah, I know. But –you- broke my nose. I wasn't too mad at you, and that really hurt." He gives me the patented Aya Fujimaya 'what-does- that-have-to-do-with-anything-glare?'. I look at him plaintively and furrow my brows. I try to look sad and unassuming. I bite my lip again; I know he likes that. I give him my puppy-dog eyes. I can see him slowly crumbling.

"I'm sorry, koi," I whisper apologetically. "And… and I cut my hand." I hold it out for him to see. He takes it and holds it up to his face.

"Oh, Ken! You are a one-man train wreck, you know that? How can one person be such a spaz?!" he snaps, poking at my cut.

"Itai, that hurts," I whine.

"I want to make sure there aren't any glass slivers in it."

I smile. He's so good to me. Even when he's pissed at me and I glued his glasses to my hand after mercilessly crunching them as I slept unbidden in his bed, he wants to make sure that I'm ok. I love him so much. I want to kiss him. Right here, right now… but I won't. He'll probably just bite me if I try.

"Don't be mad, koi," I say plaintively.

"I've got to call my eye doctor," he says distantly. He looks up at me, his eyes fixing on mine. I really do feel awful. He leans forward and pecks me sharply on the forehead. "I'm not mad, Ken. You're just too sentimental, and too clumsy for you own good. Or mine for that matter," he says gruffly.

"Yeah I know. I'll pay for your new glasses. Now… what are we going to do about my hand?"

"We'll have to go to the emergency room. They probably deal with this stuff all the time."

I balk. "What?! Oh come on, Aya-kun, you know how much I hate hospitals! Can't we just –call- the hospital and ask them what to do? Can't we just pry them apart or something?"

"What, and rip your skin off? If you really want to do it that way…," he reaches for my fingers. I pull my hand away sharply.

"Ahh! Don't be mean," I cry.

"Stop being a baby. First of all, let's put a Band-Aid on that cut, and then we're going to call the hospital and see what they suggest," he says matter of factly.

"Alright."

He starts to walk away towards the bathroom. I trot after him. I can't grab him with either of my hands, but I want to catch his shirt. I grumble and nudge him with my shoulder instead. "Koi?"

"Yeah?"

"You still love me, right?" I ask just to tease.

He pauses and looks over at me as I jerk to a halt beside him. I grin at him ruefully, but he looks back at me with an intensity I didn't expect. I find myself swallowing and stepping back. Uh oh… Aya in a weird mood swing…. He reaches up and takes my face in both of his hands, staring into my eyes. The strangest things set him off.

"Ken, as stupid and clumsy and spazy as you are… I wouldn't want you any other way," he says huskily. He can always make those butterflies go crazy in my tummy. He leans forward and kisses me possessively, his lips pressing firmly against mine, his hands pulling gently at my face. I get a little lightheaded… but I wonder if that might be from the cut and the fact that I haven't eaten anything for at least eight hours. Still… I like it. Our mouths work against each other, give and take, touch and go.

We both seem to realize that I still have a crushed pair of reading glasses glued to my hand at the same time. We pull apart with a smack and he takes my wrist.

"Come on. Let's get you cleaned up for good. I know of something I can do before bed in lieu of reading, but it requires the use of both your hands."

Hmm, I think I like the sound of that.

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*Zakkenayo – the all purpose Japanese swear word.  It's like "crap" or "shit" or something along those lines. *nods nods*

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