At that, Ken perked up a little. "Then you love me? I mean really love me?"

"Don't jump to conclusions. I said that I couldn't honestly say that I don't love you. However, I'm not entirely sure that I do."

"You know that I love you, right?"

"Yeah...but I-"

"Then it doesn't matter. We can work with this, just come back to bed. We'll worry about love another day, okay?"

"Okay."

***

The sun was blinding as it poured into the small room. Yohji blinked, and cursed at the world for waking him up so early. He looked over to find no Ken. 'Ah, must be at work. Oh crap, Aya and Omi should be back today.'

Yohji was dressed and down the stairs into the Koneko in about 15 minutes.

Ken was bust with arrangements and there were about three girls in the shop. So Yohji helped himself to some coffee, then set off to assist Ken.

"Look Ken! Here comes you husband!"

Yohji quickly glanced over at the bouncing, rabid, little fangirl. She had beautiful purple hair that was in a ponytail, tied with a red ribbon. Her eyes were greenish-blue, and filled with happiness. She wore blue jeans and white shirt that had two words, 'got yaoi?'

"Ano...he's not my husband..."

"Yes he is! I just heard about it from Yoru!" The rabid fangirl then glomped the poor, frightened Ken.

Yohji saw this, and immediately tried to pry the girl off of his husband. He only succeeded in being glomped himself. The girl was latched onto both men, and it appeared as if nothing would loosen her grip.

But then...

"If you don't intend to buy anything, then please leave."

"Aya!" Ken yelled. "Thank god you're home."

***

The rabid fangirl quickly turned around to see a very angry looking Aya. The red head gave her the coldest stare that he could. This mean glare only resulted in Aya, himself being glomped.

Aya was taken by surprise, and you could actually see some change of emotion on his face. He almost seemed to be enjoying this rather awkward embrace. And if you knew what you were looking for, a faint smile, or smirk if you will. It didn't take long for the iceman to cover his emotions again. The change would not be apparent to the untrained eye.

Aya shifted his stare from the girl to his teammates. Then headed for the stairs with the fangirl still glued to him. As he moved, the girl held tighter, and began to ramble on about how pretty his death glare made him.

As the leader of Weiss disappeared up the stairs, Ken and Yohji looked on in disbelief.

"What the hell was that?'

"I don't know, Kenken."

"Why does everyone call me that?"

"Because it's cute, just like you." Yohji pinched his husband's cheek. (On his face you hentai!)

"I'm not cute god dammit!" Ken blushed as he shouted. "From now on, I'm going to start calling you, 'Yohjiyohji'!"

"Why? Yo-tan's cuter."

"Shut up, Yohjiyohji!! I'll call you what I want!"

"Fine, but I get to call you...sweet ass."

"Why?"

"Cause you have a really sweet ass. It's all firm, and round, and when I bite it-"

"Yohji-kun, Ken-kun, give me a hand with these suitcases, will ya?"

***

TBC

Yes...Aya and Omi are home...gggrrrrr...Yohji and Ken were all happy...and married...

Anyway...

Thanks to everyone that keeps leaving me reviews...this story is still going...and I'm not sure that it has a great plot......but it is a Yoken fic...which there is a shortage of...you all should write one...yeah...okay...um...anyway...

I'd greatly appriciate it, if you read...please review...it's doesn't take long...and it sure does make me happy...not to mention the fact that it motivates me to get up in the morning and type up some more, after writing a new chapter at 11:00 at night...