Oi oi! Sorry about the prolonged update! I haven't been inspired to write
in suuuuuuch a long time! Here's an extra chapter I happened to have in
stock for youse guys! I hope it's to taste. I don't quite remember what's
in this chapter, but I'm sure it's got some goodies anyway.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sleepless Nights *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sleep wasn't exactly the blessing that Ken had wished for. Visions of Aya danced across his eyelids. Beautiful, sweet, caring Aya. An Aya he'd never seen before, an Aya he wanted to see again. But that Aya was gone. Taken away after a tragic mission that seemed to kill off any feelings the redhead might have had for him.
Ken shuddered. He was cold. It seemed as though Aya's sudden coldness has gone right to his bones. He huddled underneath his covers, trying to warm himself. //I'm never going to get any sleep!// He tried to push Aya out of his mind, but the harder he tried, the less he accomplished.
He shut his eyes tight, trying to imagine anything but Aya. He imagined birds, bunny rabbits, flowers, high school girls glomping him.he laughed. Even if it happened every day, the thought of him being glomped by mobs of girls was an impossible thought. It just didn't seem like it should be happening. He saw himself running away from the mob into Aya's protective embrace. He watched as a thousand high school girls cried out in shock and shuffle away.
Aya again. He shook his head. //Can't you ever think of anything else -- // He was in the process of scolding himself when his door opened slightly. Immediately, he feigned sleep. Whoever it was, he didn't want to be bothered. He listened as feet padded across his floor to his bed. He heard a slight sniffing and then a murmur of his name. He ignored it. //Go away!// He thought //Go away and leave me alone!// But the person didn't leave. Instead, they joined him in bed! He stiffened as the intruder pulled him close, nuzzling against his neck. //That smell.// His eyes opened and he turned to face a teary-eyed Aya.
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"Aya-kun.doushita no?" he turned to hold the crying assassin. The older man didn't say anything, only clutched onto him, tears flowing into his shirt. He ran his fingers through beautiful red hair, murmuring words of encouragement. //Gees.it must have been really bad in there, for him to be crying like this!// It seemed like an eternity passed before the redhead looked up at him, violet eyes sad and tired.
"The boys.were all.I couldn't.I." the tears began again. Ken held him ever tighter, trying his best to comfort his koi.
"Aya it wasn't your fault. I'm sure there was nothing you could've done. Please calm down.please don't cry." he kissed Aya on the forehead, taking in the scent of his hair. //He smells so sweet. He doesn't deserve this.he doesn't deserve to cry. It doesn't suit him at all!//
Aya stopped crying, slowly, trying to regain his composure. "I'm, I'm sorry.I shouldn't have." He tried to get up, but Ken wasn't about to let go. He looked up at the brown-eyed boy, those eyes full of love and compassion. Was it for him? No.who could love him.no one.
The soccer player pulled him close, resting his chin on Aya's head. "Aya.please don't go."
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well, there it is. I'm sorry if it's a bit OOC, but honestly who's to say what Aya-san's up to when know one's looking? Besides, there are lots of stories about chipping the ice off this guy, this is just one of 'em. ^_~
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sleepless Nights *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sleep wasn't exactly the blessing that Ken had wished for. Visions of Aya danced across his eyelids. Beautiful, sweet, caring Aya. An Aya he'd never seen before, an Aya he wanted to see again. But that Aya was gone. Taken away after a tragic mission that seemed to kill off any feelings the redhead might have had for him.
Ken shuddered. He was cold. It seemed as though Aya's sudden coldness has gone right to his bones. He huddled underneath his covers, trying to warm himself. //I'm never going to get any sleep!// He tried to push Aya out of his mind, but the harder he tried, the less he accomplished.
He shut his eyes tight, trying to imagine anything but Aya. He imagined birds, bunny rabbits, flowers, high school girls glomping him.he laughed. Even if it happened every day, the thought of him being glomped by mobs of girls was an impossible thought. It just didn't seem like it should be happening. He saw himself running away from the mob into Aya's protective embrace. He watched as a thousand high school girls cried out in shock and shuffle away.
Aya again. He shook his head. //Can't you ever think of anything else -- // He was in the process of scolding himself when his door opened slightly. Immediately, he feigned sleep. Whoever it was, he didn't want to be bothered. He listened as feet padded across his floor to his bed. He heard a slight sniffing and then a murmur of his name. He ignored it. //Go away!// He thought //Go away and leave me alone!// But the person didn't leave. Instead, they joined him in bed! He stiffened as the intruder pulled him close, nuzzling against his neck. //That smell.// His eyes opened and he turned to face a teary-eyed Aya.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Aya-kun.doushita no?" he turned to hold the crying assassin. The older man didn't say anything, only clutched onto him, tears flowing into his shirt. He ran his fingers through beautiful red hair, murmuring words of encouragement. //Gees.it must have been really bad in there, for him to be crying like this!// It seemed like an eternity passed before the redhead looked up at him, violet eyes sad and tired.
"The boys.were all.I couldn't.I." the tears began again. Ken held him ever tighter, trying his best to comfort his koi.
"Aya it wasn't your fault. I'm sure there was nothing you could've done. Please calm down.please don't cry." he kissed Aya on the forehead, taking in the scent of his hair. //He smells so sweet. He doesn't deserve this.he doesn't deserve to cry. It doesn't suit him at all!//
Aya stopped crying, slowly, trying to regain his composure. "I'm, I'm sorry.I shouldn't have." He tried to get up, but Ken wasn't about to let go. He looked up at the brown-eyed boy, those eyes full of love and compassion. Was it for him? No.who could love him.no one.
The soccer player pulled him close, resting his chin on Aya's head. "Aya.please don't go."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
well, there it is. I'm sorry if it's a bit OOC, but honestly who's to say what Aya-san's up to when know one's looking? Besides, there are lots of stories about chipping the ice off this guy, this is just one of 'em. ^_~
