A/N: Just a simple little fic describing Yohji and Ken's day that leads to them discovering a new form of relationship. It actually might continue to be many, many chapters! Yes, shounen-ai. Read it if you like that. And by shounen-ai, I mean male x male relationships. Read and enjoy! ^ ^ Sankyuu!

Domo Arigatou: Cel-chan! ^ ^! She's my new beta-reader and I luff her for it. Sankyuu much Cel-chan!

Title: Never Gonna Get Us

The sun was brighter than it had been in a long time. The golden rays shined through glass windows into a tiny flower shop. Every petal glowed with nature's glory throughout the store where the crowd of fan girls piled high. An average days at the Koneko no Sumu Ie. Well, it could have been an average day had the view outside the shop been so alluring.

Ken sighed. Of all days why had he been stuck inside this stuffy shop? It was a perfect day for soccer! He could be out and about kicking his beloved black and white ball across a dewed field, but no. The brown- haired bishounen had to put up with pollen and hormone driven high school girls. This was no way to spend a bright summer day such as this! Ken closed the cash register with a huff.

Across the shop a tall, elegant man glanced out into the sun. It was rare that he would journey out into the day. Instincts led him to be a night person, but there was something about today. There was also something about the brunette on the other side of the shop. Yohji sighed. This burning lust was as bright as the day was. Sometime soon he would have to admit it to the boy, but then he doubted the results to be in his favor. Glancing about the shop once more, he saw their fearless-stick-up-the-ass leader. Maybe all leaders were supposed to be anal. Like that one guy with the glasses in Schwarz. Maybe there was a monthly meeting where all of the anal leaders of the world got together and read Idiots Guide to Being an Asswhole or Constant PMS for Dummies. Maybe Yohji had sunstroke.

As if on cue, the red-head's glare turned on him, "Get back to work." and then the constant, "Buy something or get out." Aya really needed some new catch phrases.

A sudden crash brought Yohji to drop his sunglasses across the bridge of his nose. Ah, the clumsiness of Ken comes through again. Yohji glided easily through the crowd over to Ken and picked up the shattered pieces of a clay pot. "You really should be more careful, KenKen."

Ken only blushed and tried to sink into the floor during a fit of embarrassment. "I-I...." The ex-soccer player looked down at the floor.

"Don't worry about it. It's all according to plan." The playboy grinned. "Follow me. Aya will just think we're taking this mess out to the trash." Yohji got up with all of the bits of pot in a large plastic bag and dragged an utterly confused Ken with him out to the trash can in the front.

"Yohji! What are you doing?" Ken rushed to keep up with the taller man's long strides. Any faster and Ken would be dragged across the sidewalk.

The older assassin in question kept a firm grip on the younger boys tanned skin. "Shh...he might hear you." Yohji glanced at the preoccupied Aya who was still inside the shop before sliding against the building and sneaking away with a clueless Ken beside him. Whispering an explanation, just so Ken wouldn't blow their cover, Yohji leaned down beside one tanned ear. "We shouldn't be trapped here all day. I say we take a little vacation for right now."

"But...but..." Ken couldn't help but shiver with the tingling sensation of warm breath on sensitive skin. "...Alright."

Yohji and Ken raced past building after building. There was a strange feeling of joy passing between the two. Their hearts raced from the running and feeling of illegality of fleeing from work. Before long they slowed, out of breath yet laughing all the same.

Ken grinned and looked up to his companion. "Where are we going, Yotan?"

"Well, where do you wanna go?" Yohji hadn't actually thought about where they were heading. He just ran as fast as he could in one direction. Somehow, in a peculiar way, it didn't matter. Just as long as Ken was beside him, nothing mattered.

Observing his surrounding for a brief moment, Ken suddenly nearly jumped with glee. "The park is just a few blocks away! I love the park!" The overjoyed brunette dragged a groaning blonde away.

~~~~~

"Are you quite done?" Yohji watched Ken bounce around the soccer field with some of the kids. In all honesty, the playboy didn't mind a bit. In fact, he enjoyed it. He never really tried to take the time to watch this event where Ken found his greatest release from his troubles. Then again, the only part Yohji was really paying attention to was the shirtless man running breathless and sweaty across the field. However, the simple, innocent smile that graced the boy's lips gave the older man a fuzzy feeling inside. "For my own sake I hope he's done..." Yohji whispered to himself.

Ken walked over, still on his adrenaline rush. "Sorry, Yotan. I got all caught up in the game." He grinned and rubbed his hand through his unruly hair. "So...uh...what do you wanna do? It's really hot out here. I think some shade would be good about now."

Yohji sighed. "Ya think so?" Standing up with cat-like grace, he walked past the brunette into a patch of trees were he'd previously seen a bench along a path graced with flowers of every color. He recalled a few of their names. There were snapdragons, daffodils, pansies, and a few random types of wild flowers spread about. This place would be perfect. While his friend had been playing soccer, Yohji devised a plan on how he would accomplish his own personal goal to seduce *his* KenKen. Yohji couldn't wait.

There was nothing like sitting down in the shade after a game of soccer. Well, it hadn't quite been a game, but it was fun all the same. Now he could just sit here pleasantly with his best friend. 'And love interest,' he thought bitterly. He couldn't stand the fact that he was muddling with such a "nice" relationship with Yohji in such a way. Boy-next-door KenKen had fallen for a ladies man. The neighborhood playboy, if anything. With saddened thoughts of love not meant to be, Ken sighed lightly and laid on the grass to watch the steady change of afternoon to dusk.

"You okay?" Yohji raised an eyebrow. Ken looked deep in thought. Oh, he knew Ken was smarter than her appeared, but it wasn't usually so obvious. "Are you getting bored?"

"Oh no! No! I'm perfectly fine! I was just...um...er...admiring the sky."

Yohji raised an eyebrow. "Really."

Blinking and blushing all at once, Ken only nodded.

This would never work. Ken seemed much too...out of it. 'Oh look at that. He's already falling asleep.' Yohji's spirits dropped. 'He does look sweet sleeping...' The blonde smiled gently but suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Innocent little Ken was sleeping, yet he was at the moment clinging to Yohji's waist. His mouth went dry, 'He's a snuggler.'

Within a few minutes Ken was very nearly attached to his friend. Not that Yohji wasn't in paradise, of course. He contentedly draped his hand over Ken's soft hair while staring up at the sky. This was what life was supposed to be like. This was what everyday should feel like. This...isn't the time for rain to start falling.

"Shit!"

"...Yotan...?"

"KenKen?"

Ken looked up suddenly and blushed epic proportions. "Oh! I'm really sorry! That wasn't supposed to happen! I'm really sorry! Gomen nasai! Gomen nasai!"

"Ken!" Yohji stared at him for a moment until the brunette quieted. "It's okay."

The soccer player looked towards the ground, completely embarrassed. He seemed to be trying to sink into the ground itself. That might actually be possible since the rain began to pelt down upon the two men.

"Come on, Ken! Let's find some cover. I don't like my hair being wet." Yohji grumbled and grabbed Ken's warm hand. Oh yes, he despised the rain now. Rain ended his cuddle time with Ken.

Ken only nodded and allowed himself to be led to the wooden cover of a small gazebo among the flowers. They watched the rain pour down before glancing at each other. Both of them were soaked with warm summer rain, from head to foot. Yohji just stared at the droplets trickling from Ken's hair, down his face, to his shirt, and into unknown territory.

"Yohji...when I was asleep...I..."

"Ken..." The blonde breathed huskily.

Ken glanced at jade eyes and his breath caught in his throat. "Yohji...I..."

Yohji grinned and placed two fingers over Ken's lips. "I know." The taller florist leaned down and replaced his fingers with caressing lips. Even if brief, the kiss tasted as sweet as summer air. It tasted like Ken.

The two could only stare at each other, still only inches away. Timidly, they pressed lips together again. And again. And again. Yohji wrapped strong arms around *his* Ken, and held him as close as he could.

Ken sighed and rested his head upon Yohji's chest. "Yotan...Aya's gonna kill us..."

Yohji placed a gentle kiss on Ken's forehead. "Don't worry, KenKen. He's never gonna get us."

~~~~

It wasn't long before the passing summer drizzle stopped to allow the clouds through. Yohji and Ken, hand in hand, walked contentedly back towards the Koneko. Sure, they new all hell was about to break loose in the name of Aya, but who cared? They had found each other in the vast world, and that was all that mattered.

Well...it would have been a bit nicer had Aya not looked as though he were burning a hole through the cement in front of the shop.

"Oi...Aya-kun..." Ken meeped and slid to hide behind Yohji.

Yohji sweat-dropped and eyed the pissed off red-head. "Hello! Did we miss anything?" Aya took a step forward the "shi-ne" look all over him. "Eh...time to go, KenKen."

Ken nodded and the two backed off with loud laughing following them. It was only moments before they reached the other side of the street to look back and see Aya still fuming. They leaned over to dull the cramping ache from laughing so hard in their side. When they dared to look back up, they saw that Aya seemed no longer angry. Actually he seemed to be trying to find a way across the slow traffic of the street to get to them. He looked...scared. Neither Yohji nor Ken had time to register the loud yell from Aya as a loud screech filled their ears. A car that apparently collided with another sped down the pavement towards them as time stood still.

Yohji looked down beside him at the mangled and still body sprawled across the ground that bad been so joyous and full of energy only moments ago. "...Ken...?"

~~~~~~ AN: Gomen nasai, KenKen. T__T Originally this fic was gonna be really, really sugary sweet and happy. But Cel-chan and I did some brainstorming and came up with ways to throw angst parties. Arigatou Cel-chan! ^^! *glomp* Want more chapters? Pay with reviews. D