Disclaimers/Warnings: See first chapter
A/N: So the match is about to begin! First up: Yohji vs. Ken! Are Yohji's flirting skills really as honed as he says they are? Can they manage to break through Ken's innocent, naïve, happy, cheerful, hot-tempered personality? We'll see!
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When Ken got back from soccer practice, covered in dirt and grass stains, he found Yohji waiting for him. The playboy was dressed in a tight- fitting blue shirt and leather pants - his typical clubbing attire. "Going out, Yotan?" Ken teased, plopping down on Aya's clean white couch.
"Actually, -we're- going out, Kenken," Yohji returned. Ken looked up in confusion. Yohji never took him out anywhere except the hardware store. Maybe there was some household project that needed completion? But why was Yohji dressed so. . . so. . . Yohji-ish. . . if they were just going to the hardware store?
"Now go upstairs and put on some decent clothing," Yohji admonished, pushing Ken up the stairs. Ken walked slowly to his room. Decent clothing? For a hardware store? Maybe Yohji just didn't want grass stains all over his car? Ken surveyed his messy room, and randomly selected some jeans and a jersey from the clothes piled on his floor.
When Ken reappeared dressed in decent - well, clean anyway - clothing, Yohji examined his outfit with veiled disgust. After a momentary staring contest, Yohji rolled his eyes and proceeded with Ken out the door. Ken could've sworn he heard a dark chuckle as they left.
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"What is this place?" Ken yelled over the din as he and Yohji entered an establishment filled with flashing lights, blaring music, crowds of people, and the smell of alcohol. The pair made their way slowly toward the bar.
Yohji gaped at him as they sat down. "You've never been to a club before?" he asked incredulously.
Ken looked slightly sheepish. He stared out at the mass of people trying to dance while being continuously squished together. He watched the drunks singing along to the music blasting from a hidden stereo. "Well. . . no," he finally responded. Yohji smiled and signaled the waitress.
When their drinks finally arrived, Ken stared blankly at his for several minutes before sipping it cautiously. He'd never seen purple alcohol before. Yohji drank his smoothly and inched closer to Ken.
They sat in silence for a while, Yohji studying Ken's profile and Ken fighting off the advances of the drunks who kept sidling up to him. After dispatching what was about the fifth one, Ken decided to get to the bottom of the current situation. "So, Yohji, what - uh, I mean - why'd you bring me here?" he asked suspiciously.
Yohji gave Ken his most seductive smile - the one he'd been practicing in the mirror all afternoon. "Why not, Kenken?" he asked, rolling the name elaborately. "You're pretty enough. You're single." He reached out to stroke Ken's cheek. Ken gave him a weird look. Yohji took the opportunity to grin possessively. "I thought you'd be flattered by the attention - any fangirl would kill to spend an evening with me like this."
Ken shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, well - I'm not a fangirl. This isn't really my thing," he finished softly. He moved slightly away from Yohji, whose hand had moved to his knee and was worrying him to no end.
"Yohji-kun! Ken-kun!" The two men in question looked up. Omi was standing there, clad in fishnet and form-fitting leather. His blonde hair was streaked with pink, and the light from the dance floor bounced off the silver necklaces he wore. Ken's jaw dropped, but Yohji didn't miss a beat. Smiling winningly at their teammate, he gestured to the seat across from them.
"Omittchi. Have a seat! Kenken and I were just talking. My, that's an interesting outfit you're wearing!" Omi blushed deeply.
Suddenly Ken yelped. He jumped up from the booth and knocked into the waitress behind him. The tray she was carrying, fit to burst already, fell to the floor and drenched Ken in alcohol, but he didn't even notice. He was too busy using the Fujimiya Death Glare with all the strength he could muster.
"Yohji! Don't - don't touch me like that!" he spat. The whole club went quiet as he stormed from the premises, leaving a confused Yohji and flabbergasted Omi behind. Omi watched Ken leave, then his face darkened and he followed the steaming brunette out of the club.
Yohji, a perplexed look on his face, downed his beer and ordered another.
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Omi quickly caught up with Ken, who was still muttering curses to himself, and spun the older man around quickly. "What the hell was that?" he shouted. Ken's angry expression turned to absolute shock as he surveyed the murderous look on Omi's face.
"What?" he asked, confused. Why was Omi mad at him?
"Stay away from Yohji!" Omi cried, tears in his eyes. Ken was taken aback.
"Yohji?" he mimicked. "I wasn't trying anything! Seriously! One minute I'm just sitting there, the next his hand's sliding up my thigh!" Omi blushed and looked at his feet. An awkward silence settled over the two friends. Finally Ken spoke up.
"C'mon Omi, don't be ridiculous. Why would I try something on Yohji. You know I. . . " he broke off and blushed darkly. Omi gave him a weak smile.
"Oh. . . oh, of course. You wouldn't, not when you - I mean, we both know. . . never mind, Ken-kun. Gomen. I wasn't thinking. Oyasumi nasai."
Ken watched the young man as he disappeared down the dark avenue. As Omi merged with the shadows, Ken turned to the sky as though looking for answers. "What is going on?" he wondered aloud. Shaking his head, Ken turned toward home.
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Omi was the only one awake when Yohji pulled open the shop door around midnight. The young blonde had been working at his laptop, but he jumped up the moment Yohji entered, and went straight into overprotective- housewife mode.
"Yohji-kun! It's so late! Were you at the club this whole time? You didn't drive home drunk, did you? I can't believe you - taking advantage of Ken-kun like that!"
It took Yohji a moment to recover from this seemingly random babble. When he did, he gave Omi a wink. "Aw, c'mon Omittchi, it's not like I actually did anything to him!" He paused a moment, then grinned at his young comrade. "So - it'd be okay if I did that to -you-?"
Omi blanched, then turned about sixty different shades of red. "What? No, I. . . I meant - that is, um. . . it's not like that, I just - well Ken-kun, you don't understand, he. . . ah - I'mgonnagotobedgoodnight!" With this, he rushed up the stairs as though a pack of katana-wielding Ayas in mission mode were on his heels.
Yohji blinked as Omi disappeared. What was wrong with everybody today? Aya had actually -smirked- at him. . . seriously, that guy didn't even HAVE facial expressions. Ken hadn't responded well to his advances. And Omi was acting. . . jealous? Omi couldn't. . . couldn't -like- Yohji, could he? Yohji shook his head. No way. Not possible.
He laughed to himself. "Way too young." But even as the words died on his lips, the image of Omi in that leather outfit came back to him, and he wondered.
(End Day 1)
TBC. . . ______________________________________________________________
Well, Yohji's quest isn't going so well, is it? And what -is- the matter with Omi anyway? I can't say there's gonna be a lot of Aya in this story, which makes me sad 'cause I really like him, but it makes him happy 'cause he hates fanfiction.
Aya: Shi-Ne.
Especially when I pair Ken with other people.
Aya: Shi-Ne!
Well, I'm gonna run now. Please R + R!
A/N: So the match is about to begin! First up: Yohji vs. Ken! Are Yohji's flirting skills really as honed as he says they are? Can they manage to break through Ken's innocent, naïve, happy, cheerful, hot-tempered personality? We'll see!
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When Ken got back from soccer practice, covered in dirt and grass stains, he found Yohji waiting for him. The playboy was dressed in a tight- fitting blue shirt and leather pants - his typical clubbing attire. "Going out, Yotan?" Ken teased, plopping down on Aya's clean white couch.
"Actually, -we're- going out, Kenken," Yohji returned. Ken looked up in confusion. Yohji never took him out anywhere except the hardware store. Maybe there was some household project that needed completion? But why was Yohji dressed so. . . so. . . Yohji-ish. . . if they were just going to the hardware store?
"Now go upstairs and put on some decent clothing," Yohji admonished, pushing Ken up the stairs. Ken walked slowly to his room. Decent clothing? For a hardware store? Maybe Yohji just didn't want grass stains all over his car? Ken surveyed his messy room, and randomly selected some jeans and a jersey from the clothes piled on his floor.
When Ken reappeared dressed in decent - well, clean anyway - clothing, Yohji examined his outfit with veiled disgust. After a momentary staring contest, Yohji rolled his eyes and proceeded with Ken out the door. Ken could've sworn he heard a dark chuckle as they left.
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"What is this place?" Ken yelled over the din as he and Yohji entered an establishment filled with flashing lights, blaring music, crowds of people, and the smell of alcohol. The pair made their way slowly toward the bar.
Yohji gaped at him as they sat down. "You've never been to a club before?" he asked incredulously.
Ken looked slightly sheepish. He stared out at the mass of people trying to dance while being continuously squished together. He watched the drunks singing along to the music blasting from a hidden stereo. "Well. . . no," he finally responded. Yohji smiled and signaled the waitress.
When their drinks finally arrived, Ken stared blankly at his for several minutes before sipping it cautiously. He'd never seen purple alcohol before. Yohji drank his smoothly and inched closer to Ken.
They sat in silence for a while, Yohji studying Ken's profile and Ken fighting off the advances of the drunks who kept sidling up to him. After dispatching what was about the fifth one, Ken decided to get to the bottom of the current situation. "So, Yohji, what - uh, I mean - why'd you bring me here?" he asked suspiciously.
Yohji gave Ken his most seductive smile - the one he'd been practicing in the mirror all afternoon. "Why not, Kenken?" he asked, rolling the name elaborately. "You're pretty enough. You're single." He reached out to stroke Ken's cheek. Ken gave him a weird look. Yohji took the opportunity to grin possessively. "I thought you'd be flattered by the attention - any fangirl would kill to spend an evening with me like this."
Ken shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, well - I'm not a fangirl. This isn't really my thing," he finished softly. He moved slightly away from Yohji, whose hand had moved to his knee and was worrying him to no end.
"Yohji-kun! Ken-kun!" The two men in question looked up. Omi was standing there, clad in fishnet and form-fitting leather. His blonde hair was streaked with pink, and the light from the dance floor bounced off the silver necklaces he wore. Ken's jaw dropped, but Yohji didn't miss a beat. Smiling winningly at their teammate, he gestured to the seat across from them.
"Omittchi. Have a seat! Kenken and I were just talking. My, that's an interesting outfit you're wearing!" Omi blushed deeply.
Suddenly Ken yelped. He jumped up from the booth and knocked into the waitress behind him. The tray she was carrying, fit to burst already, fell to the floor and drenched Ken in alcohol, but he didn't even notice. He was too busy using the Fujimiya Death Glare with all the strength he could muster.
"Yohji! Don't - don't touch me like that!" he spat. The whole club went quiet as he stormed from the premises, leaving a confused Yohji and flabbergasted Omi behind. Omi watched Ken leave, then his face darkened and he followed the steaming brunette out of the club.
Yohji, a perplexed look on his face, downed his beer and ordered another.
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Omi quickly caught up with Ken, who was still muttering curses to himself, and spun the older man around quickly. "What the hell was that?" he shouted. Ken's angry expression turned to absolute shock as he surveyed the murderous look on Omi's face.
"What?" he asked, confused. Why was Omi mad at him?
"Stay away from Yohji!" Omi cried, tears in his eyes. Ken was taken aback.
"Yohji?" he mimicked. "I wasn't trying anything! Seriously! One minute I'm just sitting there, the next his hand's sliding up my thigh!" Omi blushed and looked at his feet. An awkward silence settled over the two friends. Finally Ken spoke up.
"C'mon Omi, don't be ridiculous. Why would I try something on Yohji. You know I. . . " he broke off and blushed darkly. Omi gave him a weak smile.
"Oh. . . oh, of course. You wouldn't, not when you - I mean, we both know. . . never mind, Ken-kun. Gomen. I wasn't thinking. Oyasumi nasai."
Ken watched the young man as he disappeared down the dark avenue. As Omi merged with the shadows, Ken turned to the sky as though looking for answers. "What is going on?" he wondered aloud. Shaking his head, Ken turned toward home.
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Omi was the only one awake when Yohji pulled open the shop door around midnight. The young blonde had been working at his laptop, but he jumped up the moment Yohji entered, and went straight into overprotective- housewife mode.
"Yohji-kun! It's so late! Were you at the club this whole time? You didn't drive home drunk, did you? I can't believe you - taking advantage of Ken-kun like that!"
It took Yohji a moment to recover from this seemingly random babble. When he did, he gave Omi a wink. "Aw, c'mon Omittchi, it's not like I actually did anything to him!" He paused a moment, then grinned at his young comrade. "So - it'd be okay if I did that to -you-?"
Omi blanched, then turned about sixty different shades of red. "What? No, I. . . I meant - that is, um. . . it's not like that, I just - well Ken-kun, you don't understand, he. . . ah - I'mgonnagotobedgoodnight!" With this, he rushed up the stairs as though a pack of katana-wielding Ayas in mission mode were on his heels.
Yohji blinked as Omi disappeared. What was wrong with everybody today? Aya had actually -smirked- at him. . . seriously, that guy didn't even HAVE facial expressions. Ken hadn't responded well to his advances. And Omi was acting. . . jealous? Omi couldn't. . . couldn't -like- Yohji, could he? Yohji shook his head. No way. Not possible.
He laughed to himself. "Way too young." But even as the words died on his lips, the image of Omi in that leather outfit came back to him, and he wondered.
(End Day 1)
TBC. . . ______________________________________________________________
Well, Yohji's quest isn't going so well, is it? And what -is- the matter with Omi anyway? I can't say there's gonna be a lot of Aya in this story, which makes me sad 'cause I really like him, but it makes him happy 'cause he hates fanfiction.
Aya: Shi-Ne.
Especially when I pair Ken with other people.
Aya: Shi-Ne!
Well, I'm gonna run now. Please R + R!