Disclaimer:
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: Here's the sequel to "Revealing Myself". I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
Warnings: Rated for offensive language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
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'Thank You's: Eep! I feel so bad for not having this next chapter up sooner! Thanks goes out to all of these wonderful people... tearlesereph, Ayako, Jin, Whisper Reilman, chibi koneko, Teteiyus, Carter Tachikawa, Silvia, Moonraven, Lola, White Rose, Kyri, Joanna, fei, olivia- yuymaxwell, Kia, LittleIsa, Moku, Alz, Akiko-Yuy, Wil1dfire, Ishida Kat, Tortie-chu, Rurouni Valeria, Midori Natari Himura, maggs, Solaria, Miss vampire, WhiteBitch, ShadowSilence, Koloko, futagoakuma-tenshi01 (x2), Denisse (x2), schu-chan, and BattleAngel (I think??).
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Learning To Accept Him:
Chapter Three: Yucky, Mushy Stuff
Aya's Point-Of-View:
It is just another day in the 'Kitty In The House' Flower Shop, as I diligently prepare yet another flower arrangement for the bippy, Catholic School girl who was trying to capture my attention, earlier that afternoon. However, everything seems especially nice today; the sun is shining, my co- workers are taking care of the shop without being scolded, and the usual hoard of females drooling on our polished windows has shrunken considerably due to one reason or another. The shop is quiet; no squealing girls, no bickering among the workers. Everything is as it should be.
Of course, perfect days like these always have to be interrupted.
Ping! Something is thrown at the back of my head. Keeping my temper in check, I choose to ignore whoever threw it. I really don't want to interrupt this peace.
Ping! I can feel my anger begin to react to this immature behaviour. Who the hell is doing that?
Ping! Ping! Slamming my fist down onto the arrangement table, I spin around to face my attacker, anger etched all over my face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demand with a growl, not at all suprised to see who the guilty party is.
Said boy 'hmph's and tosses his head to the side, ridding his eyes of his obstructing chocolate-coloured bangs. His beautifully tanned hand reaches for more tissue paper. I watch, glowering at his handsome face, as he rips off a piece of tissue paper, scrunches it up into a little tiny ball, and proceeds to fling it at me with a rubber band wound between his two fingers.
This last one hits me right in between the eyes, my right one twitching repeatedly in anger. I take a deep breath before asking calmly once more, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What the hell do you think?" he snaps, reaching for more tissue paper.
A man can only take so much. With rage burning in my deep amethyst eyes, I stride over to where the other florist is to reach for his wrist. Ken steps back, probably a bit frightened at my actions, but lifts his head with a dignified huff. My eyes take in his usual disheveled appearance, slowly, roaming my eyes over his beautifully formed limbs and body, and making sure his nerves are a total wreck by now. After staring at his Adam's Apple, bobbing up and down when he clears his throat nervously, I look into the depths of his brown eyes, deliberately avoiding those tempting, pouting lips.
I can almost feel him shake as I slowly lift my pale hand towards his, helping him unclasp his wringing fingers and bringing it to the front for me to see. He is still clutching a ripped piece of pink tissue paper, as if his life depended on this one piece of decoration. Unwrapping his fingers from it, I lift it away to throw it on the ground, making a show of grinding it beneath my polished shoe. Without giving him another glance, I spin around to return to the flower arrangement I was working on.
"Aya!" he exclaims, in surprise after a moment. "Will you stop that?"
I turn towards him, narrowing my eyes in confusion. "Stop what? You started it." Yeah, yeah. I know that wasn't the most mature of answers nor was it an Aya-like answer. But it's true. Who told him to start throwing balled up tissue paper at me?
The other part of the shop seems unusually quite at the moment, but I pay it no heed to my other two co-workers. At the moment, I am faced with a whining and pouting Ken. This relationship takes way too much out of me.
"I mean," Ken stresses, rolling his eyes as if I don't understand a thing. "Will you stop ignoring me? You've been avoiding me all morning!"
I narrow my eyes at him again, turning back to my arrangement and making sure he doesn't see the confusion on my face. "I haven't been avoiding you."
Ken huffs in exasperation. "See? You're doing it again!" I hear the sound of squeaking and stomping sneakers heading my way. When he reaches me, he cautiously places a hand on my upper left arm. "Stop ignoring me," he demands, haughtly.
"I'm not ignoring you, Ken," I respond, grabbing a roll of ribbon and turning towards him.
"You were before."
"I was not."
"You were, too."
"I was n -- I'm not having this argument!" I exclaim, throwing the ribbon back into the basket and striding away from my headache-inducing boyfriend.
"Aya," Ken calls after me. After a moment, I hear his footsteps follow mine. "Aya? Where're you goin'?"
I leave the back of the shop without holding the door open for him and I ascend the stairs two steps at a time.
"Aya! Where the hell do you think you're going?"
Away from you, I want to say. But I keep my mouth shut. Why the hell does he always have to get in the way of my life?
"Aya!" he continues to shout, scrambling up the steps after me. I finally reach the door of my apartment, opening it swiftly without having to unlock it. Ken forgot to lock the door this morning, again.
Taking off my shoes, I step onto the soft, well-kept carpet and head towards the kitchen to grab something to eat. You know those times when you're just so frustrated and you have no idea what to do? I get those all the time, nowadays, and I usually just resort to food. But for some reason, I haven't gained a pound. It comes with being a night-time assassin.
The entrance to my apartment bangs open just as I step onto the tiled floor of the kitchen. "Aya!" I hear the prompted screech. I would have jumped if I wasn't so used to it. Ignoring his call, I proceed to rummage through the cabinets for something quick to munch on, until something catches my attention. Narrowing my eyes, I turn my head towards the toaster-oven on the counter and let out a string of curses.
Running towards it, I pull out its electric cord hastily before grabbing an oven mitt and opening the toaster-oven's door carefully. Smoke immediately fills my line of vision and I have to turn away, coughing, and waving away the smoke. "Shit," I mutter, as two pieces of black clumps lying in the centre of the tray become visible.
"Oops," Ken squeaks from behind me. My narrowed eyes turn towards him, angrily. "Er... Sorry?"
I can only stare at him. There are times when he is the centre of the universe and the only person in my life I can think of. There are also times when I can't stand him and I wonder how he could have survived this long. This is one of those times.
"Sorry?" I repeat, growling slightly. "You're -sorry-? Ken, you left the fuckin' oven on!"
"I know, I know! I can see that!" he exclaims, crossing his arms protectively over his chest.
I keep my narrowed eyes on his nervous figure. "Ken, you just left the apartment -- without locking the door, might I add -- when the toaster-oven was -on-!"
"Aya, I --"
"If I didn't come up here, you know what could've happened?"
"I know, Aya, I --"
"There could've been a fire in the kitchen which would have burned this whole apartment down! The fire would have strayed to -your- apartment, then down to Yoji and Omi's, and even to the -Koneko- where we were working! You could've killed us all!"
Ken was looking at me, pleadingly, trying to calm me down. "I'm sorry, Aya, I'm really, really sor --"
I turn away from him to take the tray out of the oven and dump it in the nearby sink. "You're always sorry, Ken, but you never seem to learn. I swear, this must've been the stupidest thing you've ever done."
"Th-That's not true... Remember that time I was making ramen and I had left the stove on and forgotten about it while I was taking a shower, and the fire alarm went off, and the firemen came and they had a hard time getting in 'cause I was still in the shower and --"
I cut him off with another sharp jab of words. "I know, I know. I remember now Ken, thanks for the trip down Memory Lane." Silence meets my cruel comment as I continue to scrub at the nearly black tray. The two clumps of whatever Ken had wanted to eat was now in a goopy pile on the counter beside me.
The last thing I was expecting was the sound of retreating footsteps behind me. Even when the door to the apartment had slammed shut, I didn't turn around. I just kept on scrubbing.
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It is nearly midnight and he still hasn't come home yet. Despite everything Ken has done, I can't help but feel that I was in the wrong earlier this afternoon when I scolded him for his absent-mindedness. I mean, it's true. It wasn't as if things like that hadn't happened before. Plenty of times, actually. But Ken has never reacted this way to any of the other times I had scolded him. Why is this time so different?
Laying on my bed with my right arm wrapped securely around a chunk of my blanket -- makeshift Ken, I guess -- and my eyes looking out into the night, illuminated by the healthy glow of the moon, I faintly hear the sudden rattle of the door. Holding my breath, I hear the familiar not-so graceful footsteps stomping into the apartment and towards the bedroom. My whole body is facing the window so I can't watch as my boyfriend creaks open the door, allowing a small sliver of light into the room. The closet door opens, and I assume he is changing into his boxers, preparing for a good night's rest.
However, he doesn't walk over and climb into the bed beside me. Instead, I hear his soft footsteps walk back towards the door, shutting it behind him and flicking off the light outside. After a couple of moments of stunned silence, I turn my head towards the door. Maybe he went to get a quick snack or something? I decide to keep my body facing the door as I wait for him to come back. I really don't know what to say to him, though. Do I apologize? But, I had the right to be angry. Do I kiss him goodnight and act as if nothing had happened? There might still be some tension if we don't resolve this. But what's there to resolve? Ken just needs to be more responsible and pay attention to what he's doing. Then maybe I wouldn't always be so angry at him.
The clock beside my bed ticks softly as the seconds goes by. I strain my ears for any sign of what Ken is doing but all I am given is silence. Seconds turn into minutes, and minutes would have turned into hours if my patience hadn't run out. He has been out there for nearly an hour already and I don't think he will be coming back tonight.
Throwing off my blanket, I slip my bare feet into my slippers and pad softly towards the door. I open it slowly, silently, and peer out into the darkness of the hallway. I proceed to walk down the small hallway and towards the living room, hoping to find my target there. My heart clenches in my chest as I see a curled up body, wrapped tightly around one of the spare blankets I had put away in my closet. I can hear the faint and soothing sound of Ken's breathing and I debate whether I should wake him up or leave him here for the night.
It seems my legs had decided for me. Slowly, I creep towards the couch and I kneel over my boyfriend's sleeping figure. It takes me quite a while to move my eyes away from his peaceful face; I see him like this every night, yet I can never get tired of looking at him. It just goes to show how beautiful he is.
After a long moment of just staring, I finally place my left hand on his shoulder to shake him lightly. "Ken," I whisper, softly, lovingly. He doesn't respond. I shake him again, putting a bit more pressure on his shoulder. "Ken," I whisper more loudly.
It's weird how I can easily compare his awakening to that of a newborn puppy, stretching out its tiny limbs and letting out a long yawn. As if on cue, my boyfriend lifts his right arm to stretch above his head and promptly yawns, smacking his lips together and opening his eyes to face me. He blinks a few more times before I move my head closer to brush my lips over the tip of his nose. His eyes stop blinking and widen when I smile and proceed to cover his soft, pliant lips with mine.
And when I move my lips away from his to stare down into his eyes, I realize what I should be saying. "I'm sorry I avoided you today, Ken," I whisper, gruffly, as I rest my lips on his forehead and take in his enticing scent.
There is a moment of silence that follows my unexpected apology, before Ken speaks up as well. "I'm sorry for screwing up, again," he says softly, nuzzling my neck and leaving a trail of kisses across my collar bone.
With that said, I move my head away from his reluctantly to stand up and lift his slumped body into my arms. I really can't stand a night without Ken sleeping by my side.
...To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes: o_o This chapter didn't really resolve anything except for their tiny spat the night before. I'm sorry there wasn't much humour here, but I promise there will be more in the next chapter! Hopefully, I can post the next part soon. Heh... Sorry for the delay, everyone.
Review/comments, please?
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: Here's the sequel to "Revealing Myself". I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
Warnings: Rated for offensive language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
***
'Thank You's: Eep! I feel so bad for not having this next chapter up sooner! Thanks goes out to all of these wonderful people... tearlesereph, Ayako, Jin, Whisper Reilman, chibi koneko, Teteiyus, Carter Tachikawa, Silvia, Moonraven, Lola, White Rose, Kyri, Joanna, fei, olivia- yuymaxwell, Kia, LittleIsa, Moku, Alz, Akiko-Yuy, Wil1dfire, Ishida Kat, Tortie-chu, Rurouni Valeria, Midori Natari Himura, maggs, Solaria, Miss vampire, WhiteBitch, ShadowSilence, Koloko, futagoakuma-tenshi01 (x2), Denisse (x2), schu-chan, and BattleAngel (I think??).
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Learning To Accept Him:
Chapter Three: Yucky, Mushy Stuff
Aya's Point-Of-View:
It is just another day in the 'Kitty In The House' Flower Shop, as I diligently prepare yet another flower arrangement for the bippy, Catholic School girl who was trying to capture my attention, earlier that afternoon. However, everything seems especially nice today; the sun is shining, my co- workers are taking care of the shop without being scolded, and the usual hoard of females drooling on our polished windows has shrunken considerably due to one reason or another. The shop is quiet; no squealing girls, no bickering among the workers. Everything is as it should be.
Of course, perfect days like these always have to be interrupted.
Ping! Something is thrown at the back of my head. Keeping my temper in check, I choose to ignore whoever threw it. I really don't want to interrupt this peace.
Ping! I can feel my anger begin to react to this immature behaviour. Who the hell is doing that?
Ping! Ping! Slamming my fist down onto the arrangement table, I spin around to face my attacker, anger etched all over my face.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demand with a growl, not at all suprised to see who the guilty party is.
Said boy 'hmph's and tosses his head to the side, ridding his eyes of his obstructing chocolate-coloured bangs. His beautifully tanned hand reaches for more tissue paper. I watch, glowering at his handsome face, as he rips off a piece of tissue paper, scrunches it up into a little tiny ball, and proceeds to fling it at me with a rubber band wound between his two fingers.
This last one hits me right in between the eyes, my right one twitching repeatedly in anger. I take a deep breath before asking calmly once more, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"What the hell do you think?" he snaps, reaching for more tissue paper.
A man can only take so much. With rage burning in my deep amethyst eyes, I stride over to where the other florist is to reach for his wrist. Ken steps back, probably a bit frightened at my actions, but lifts his head with a dignified huff. My eyes take in his usual disheveled appearance, slowly, roaming my eyes over his beautifully formed limbs and body, and making sure his nerves are a total wreck by now. After staring at his Adam's Apple, bobbing up and down when he clears his throat nervously, I look into the depths of his brown eyes, deliberately avoiding those tempting, pouting lips.
I can almost feel him shake as I slowly lift my pale hand towards his, helping him unclasp his wringing fingers and bringing it to the front for me to see. He is still clutching a ripped piece of pink tissue paper, as if his life depended on this one piece of decoration. Unwrapping his fingers from it, I lift it away to throw it on the ground, making a show of grinding it beneath my polished shoe. Without giving him another glance, I spin around to return to the flower arrangement I was working on.
"Aya!" he exclaims, in surprise after a moment. "Will you stop that?"
I turn towards him, narrowing my eyes in confusion. "Stop what? You started it." Yeah, yeah. I know that wasn't the most mature of answers nor was it an Aya-like answer. But it's true. Who told him to start throwing balled up tissue paper at me?
The other part of the shop seems unusually quite at the moment, but I pay it no heed to my other two co-workers. At the moment, I am faced with a whining and pouting Ken. This relationship takes way too much out of me.
"I mean," Ken stresses, rolling his eyes as if I don't understand a thing. "Will you stop ignoring me? You've been avoiding me all morning!"
I narrow my eyes at him again, turning back to my arrangement and making sure he doesn't see the confusion on my face. "I haven't been avoiding you."
Ken huffs in exasperation. "See? You're doing it again!" I hear the sound of squeaking and stomping sneakers heading my way. When he reaches me, he cautiously places a hand on my upper left arm. "Stop ignoring me," he demands, haughtly.
"I'm not ignoring you, Ken," I respond, grabbing a roll of ribbon and turning towards him.
"You were before."
"I was not."
"You were, too."
"I was n -- I'm not having this argument!" I exclaim, throwing the ribbon back into the basket and striding away from my headache-inducing boyfriend.
"Aya," Ken calls after me. After a moment, I hear his footsteps follow mine. "Aya? Where're you goin'?"
I leave the back of the shop without holding the door open for him and I ascend the stairs two steps at a time.
"Aya! Where the hell do you think you're going?"
Away from you, I want to say. But I keep my mouth shut. Why the hell does he always have to get in the way of my life?
"Aya!" he continues to shout, scrambling up the steps after me. I finally reach the door of my apartment, opening it swiftly without having to unlock it. Ken forgot to lock the door this morning, again.
Taking off my shoes, I step onto the soft, well-kept carpet and head towards the kitchen to grab something to eat. You know those times when you're just so frustrated and you have no idea what to do? I get those all the time, nowadays, and I usually just resort to food. But for some reason, I haven't gained a pound. It comes with being a night-time assassin.
The entrance to my apartment bangs open just as I step onto the tiled floor of the kitchen. "Aya!" I hear the prompted screech. I would have jumped if I wasn't so used to it. Ignoring his call, I proceed to rummage through the cabinets for something quick to munch on, until something catches my attention. Narrowing my eyes, I turn my head towards the toaster-oven on the counter and let out a string of curses.
Running towards it, I pull out its electric cord hastily before grabbing an oven mitt and opening the toaster-oven's door carefully. Smoke immediately fills my line of vision and I have to turn away, coughing, and waving away the smoke. "Shit," I mutter, as two pieces of black clumps lying in the centre of the tray become visible.
"Oops," Ken squeaks from behind me. My narrowed eyes turn towards him, angrily. "Er... Sorry?"
I can only stare at him. There are times when he is the centre of the universe and the only person in my life I can think of. There are also times when I can't stand him and I wonder how he could have survived this long. This is one of those times.
"Sorry?" I repeat, growling slightly. "You're -sorry-? Ken, you left the fuckin' oven on!"
"I know, I know! I can see that!" he exclaims, crossing his arms protectively over his chest.
I keep my narrowed eyes on his nervous figure. "Ken, you just left the apartment -- without locking the door, might I add -- when the toaster-oven was -on-!"
"Aya, I --"
"If I didn't come up here, you know what could've happened?"
"I know, Aya, I --"
"There could've been a fire in the kitchen which would have burned this whole apartment down! The fire would have strayed to -your- apartment, then down to Yoji and Omi's, and even to the -Koneko- where we were working! You could've killed us all!"
Ken was looking at me, pleadingly, trying to calm me down. "I'm sorry, Aya, I'm really, really sor --"
I turn away from him to take the tray out of the oven and dump it in the nearby sink. "You're always sorry, Ken, but you never seem to learn. I swear, this must've been the stupidest thing you've ever done."
"Th-That's not true... Remember that time I was making ramen and I had left the stove on and forgotten about it while I was taking a shower, and the fire alarm went off, and the firemen came and they had a hard time getting in 'cause I was still in the shower and --"
I cut him off with another sharp jab of words. "I know, I know. I remember now Ken, thanks for the trip down Memory Lane." Silence meets my cruel comment as I continue to scrub at the nearly black tray. The two clumps of whatever Ken had wanted to eat was now in a goopy pile on the counter beside me.
The last thing I was expecting was the sound of retreating footsteps behind me. Even when the door to the apartment had slammed shut, I didn't turn around. I just kept on scrubbing.
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It is nearly midnight and he still hasn't come home yet. Despite everything Ken has done, I can't help but feel that I was in the wrong earlier this afternoon when I scolded him for his absent-mindedness. I mean, it's true. It wasn't as if things like that hadn't happened before. Plenty of times, actually. But Ken has never reacted this way to any of the other times I had scolded him. Why is this time so different?
Laying on my bed with my right arm wrapped securely around a chunk of my blanket -- makeshift Ken, I guess -- and my eyes looking out into the night, illuminated by the healthy glow of the moon, I faintly hear the sudden rattle of the door. Holding my breath, I hear the familiar not-so graceful footsteps stomping into the apartment and towards the bedroom. My whole body is facing the window so I can't watch as my boyfriend creaks open the door, allowing a small sliver of light into the room. The closet door opens, and I assume he is changing into his boxers, preparing for a good night's rest.
However, he doesn't walk over and climb into the bed beside me. Instead, I hear his soft footsteps walk back towards the door, shutting it behind him and flicking off the light outside. After a couple of moments of stunned silence, I turn my head towards the door. Maybe he went to get a quick snack or something? I decide to keep my body facing the door as I wait for him to come back. I really don't know what to say to him, though. Do I apologize? But, I had the right to be angry. Do I kiss him goodnight and act as if nothing had happened? There might still be some tension if we don't resolve this. But what's there to resolve? Ken just needs to be more responsible and pay attention to what he's doing. Then maybe I wouldn't always be so angry at him.
The clock beside my bed ticks softly as the seconds goes by. I strain my ears for any sign of what Ken is doing but all I am given is silence. Seconds turn into minutes, and minutes would have turned into hours if my patience hadn't run out. He has been out there for nearly an hour already and I don't think he will be coming back tonight.
Throwing off my blanket, I slip my bare feet into my slippers and pad softly towards the door. I open it slowly, silently, and peer out into the darkness of the hallway. I proceed to walk down the small hallway and towards the living room, hoping to find my target there. My heart clenches in my chest as I see a curled up body, wrapped tightly around one of the spare blankets I had put away in my closet. I can hear the faint and soothing sound of Ken's breathing and I debate whether I should wake him up or leave him here for the night.
It seems my legs had decided for me. Slowly, I creep towards the couch and I kneel over my boyfriend's sleeping figure. It takes me quite a while to move my eyes away from his peaceful face; I see him like this every night, yet I can never get tired of looking at him. It just goes to show how beautiful he is.
After a long moment of just staring, I finally place my left hand on his shoulder to shake him lightly. "Ken," I whisper, softly, lovingly. He doesn't respond. I shake him again, putting a bit more pressure on his shoulder. "Ken," I whisper more loudly.
It's weird how I can easily compare his awakening to that of a newborn puppy, stretching out its tiny limbs and letting out a long yawn. As if on cue, my boyfriend lifts his right arm to stretch above his head and promptly yawns, smacking his lips together and opening his eyes to face me. He blinks a few more times before I move my head closer to brush my lips over the tip of his nose. His eyes stop blinking and widen when I smile and proceed to cover his soft, pliant lips with mine.
And when I move my lips away from his to stare down into his eyes, I realize what I should be saying. "I'm sorry I avoided you today, Ken," I whisper, gruffly, as I rest my lips on his forehead and take in his enticing scent.
There is a moment of silence that follows my unexpected apology, before Ken speaks up as well. "I'm sorry for screwing up, again," he says softly, nuzzling my neck and leaving a trail of kisses across my collar bone.
With that said, I move my head away from his reluctantly to stand up and lift his slumped body into my arms. I really can't stand a night without Ken sleeping by my side.
...To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes: o_o This chapter didn't really resolve anything except for their tiny spat the night before. I'm sorry there wasn't much humour here, but I promise there will be more in the next chapter! Hopefully, I can post the next part soon. Heh... Sorry for the delay, everyone.
Review/comments, please?
