Wardrobe Change Part 2
By Makoto Sagara
Disclaimers: I don't own Wei?, though I do lay claim to Youji and partially to Ken. ^_^;;; I promise no Wei? boy was hurt in the writing of this fic, but afterwards, I have no idea. You'd have to ask them. ^^;;; This is told from both Youji and Aya's point of views. I hope I don't screw up Aya too badly. I'm not used to writing from his perspective. Aya's POV will be in red. Youji's POV will be in blue.
Rating: PG-13, depending on how much detail goes into this and how badly Youji can't keep his hands off of the sexy lil Fujimiya-san. _
Summary: After burning all of Aya's really offensive clothing, Youji has decided to help him go shopping. Only problem is, what is REALLY going to happen between these two?
Pairing: Aya & Youji
THAT ASS!!!! He actually burned my clothes! What the hell was I supposed to do now? It's not like I actually like shopping for clothes. Now, I have to replace a good 2/3 of my wardrobe. I couldn't take it. "KUSO, KUDOU!!!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR? NOW I DON'T HAVE ANY CLOTHES." "Oh nothing. I guess I'll just have to help you out later, but right now, I'm going to cook something that is edible. You interested?" He smirked. He had the audacity to smirk. I could have killed the bastard at that moment. "What is that supposed to mean?" I glared at him. (MS: This is what Aya looks like when he glares: ¬_¬. Isn't he cute?) "Well, I guess tomorrow I'll have to take you shopping. Don't worry." He walked in the house. I can kill him in three seconds. I know I can. He isn't all that important to the team. Argh...... I stalked into the house and headed to my room. I'll get him tomorrow.
I woke up groggy again. Damn, I need to stay in once in a while. One day, when I'm old and grey at 35. I sat up in bed and looked at the clock. Ok, it's 8 a.m. Ran might not be so moody today. Then what I did last night came back to me. No way he isn't going to be pissed. Shit. Then, I laughed. Today was going to be a VERY interesting day. I walked into the kitchen after I had put on my robe and grabbed my smokes. Ran was sulking and watching the little black and white television on the counter. Omi was. Here? Must have been a day off of school. Ken was looting the fridge to cook for everyone. He's got a great ass too. I shook my head. Cant keep thinking like that. Gotta get Ran some sexier clothes. "Ohayou, minna. So, Ken-kun, you think you and Omi could watch the shop for a couple of hours while I take Ran to get some clothes?" "Why does Aya need clothes, Yo-tan?" Omi asked quietly. "Because I burned most of them last night." I replied, nonchalantly. "That's why the incinerator has a huge pile of ashes in the bottom. I thought Omi was burning school papers again." Ken muttered from the fridge. "Hidaka, what are you fixing? A 20-course meal? Stop standing with the refrigerator open." Well the ice prince was awake. "Can't find the cheese. Oh, wait, here it is." He gave a sheepish grin and started cooking. "So, Ken, think you could?" I asked again. "Sure, no problem. Right, Omi?" "Right. Don't worry, we've got it." "And yet, I worry more." Ran stated icily. And that's how the morning went, pretty much.
I hate shopping. I hate malls. I hate people. But most of all, I HATE Youji! How in the hell did he get enough nerve to BURN MY CLOTHES?! Fuck yes I was sulking. I was NOT looking forward to this little shopping venture. Especially not with Mr. I'm-so-damn-sexy-I-can-be-lazy-and-burn- everyone's-clothes Kudou. I want to kill him. Who gives a fuck about the team?! If I hadn't been so upset, I would have noticed that he was trying to imply something more than a shopping trip for the day. At that time, I didn't care. All I had left in my closet were my "work" clothes. I'm NOT Youji, I need to be covered most of the time. The morning was actually stomach-able. Ken and Omi chattered about some movie that they were going to see soon. Youji sat and smirked. Damn him. I just sat there and picked at the plate in front of me. I wasn't hungry. "Ok, I'm gonna take a shower and get dressed. I'll meet you in the shop in about 30 minutes, Ran." Youji breathed. "Go to hell." I said, coldly. "I love it when you talk like that to me, baby." He winked suggestively. Omi snickered at our exchange. A glare fixed that. I walked back to my room like a condemned man. I should have said something to him. Now, I'm stuck. If I don't appear downstairs in a half hour, he'll come looking for me. He'll cause a scene. Shimatta. I plopped ungracefully on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Then, a random thought occurred to me. Maybe, just MAYBE, Youji had missed some of my regular clothes. I ran to my closet and searched through it furiously. There is no way that lazy man could have been thorough THIS time with his "helping". All I saw where a few shirts that would be manageable, and my black jeans and leather pants. Grabbing something that wouldn't be too revealing, I changed quickly out of my pajamas. Why was I hurrying? I don't want to go shopping with him. I don't even want to leave the house today. But, here I was, rushing to change my clothes. What the hell was I getting myself into? A soft knock on my door interrupted the little inner tirade. "What?" I snapped. "Aya-kun, Ken needs your help with a customer." Omi said softly. "And you two want me to trust you to run the shop the WHOLE time I'm gone? What is it?" "Some beastly woman is demanding that we get you." "Fine." I briskly walked to the door and went down to the shop. Ken was talking to a very upset woman. "He's the one who promised me that it would be available." She yelled, pointing directly at me. "He told me this, YESTERDAY." She turned to face me. "Young man, where is my arrangement? I ordered this a week ago, and when I came by yesterday, you reassured me it would be finished for pickup today. And now this boy," pointing at Ken, "tells me he has no idea what I'm talking about. I did not ask for incompetence. I wanted you to service me. Not some wet-behind-the-ears child." I sighed deeply. "I'm very sorry, Ma'am. Your arrangement is finished. I made sure of it myself." I walked back into the storeroom and pulled out the horribly clashing bouquet that I had forced myself to work on from the fridge. I gave the ogress her flowers, and even took 5% off the price. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
"Hmph, well, I suppose it is nothing really." She left. Thank kami. "Ready to go yet, Ran?" Too early to be relieved. Hell had just come to earth right then.
I guess I was enjoying torturing him a little too much. It was too much fun to relent now. Besides, I had all day to get under his sexy little skin. Oh, the possibilities. I showered as quickly as possible. Cold water was the only way I was going to be able to get dressed, but that didn't mean I was going to bask in it. Running to my room, I saw Omi slink down the stairs after a very unhappy looking Ran. Wonder what's going on. I heard the shrill call of a very impolite woman, and decided it was none of my business. That's probably why they called Ran in the first place. As I came down the stairs, dressed for the day in tight blue leather pants and a white cutoff tank, I saw a very ugly woman leaving the store with an even uglier bouquet of flowers. I shuddered at the sight and then looked around the shop. Everything was in it's sickening order. "Ready, Ran, or do I have to drag you?" I asked in my nicest voice. His reply was a growl, but he walked to the door, slowly, as if he were walking to his funeral. Today would be very long if he kept this attitude up. I followed him out, as jovial as I could, and walked over to my jeep. We hopped in it, and I tried to figure the first place to go. "The mall or a nice small "specialty" shop first?" I asked out loud. "It's early. The mall shouldn't be too crowded for this." Ran replied angrily. "Evidently, you have no idea about the mall, especially if Omi staying home today is any indicator. It's gonna be crowded any time today." "Fine let's get this over with. You know I'm going to kill you later." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You say that all the time. You're getting as bad as that Heero guy on Ken's show. If you were going to do it, you would have. Plain and simple." I smirked at him. "Omae o korosu." "Promises, promises." I hit the gas and sped off towards the mall. He was silent the whole trip. I tried everything I could think of to get him to say something besides he was going to kill me. I turned the radio up full blast. I sped and wove through the traffic. I even placed my hand on his leg. All that one got me was slightly bruised fingers. Heh, oh well, wait till the mall.
The trip was unbearable. He was singing at the top of his lungs to the blaring radio. He was driving like a maniac. He even had the balls to touch me. He wouldn't be doing that anytime soon. Not after I almost broke his hand. I had to smirk a little at that one though. The most confusing part for me was when he touched my leg, a tingling sensation took over my whole body. I didn't want to enjoy his touch, but the reaction my body had was most aggravating. Thank kami I was sitting down. I don't think I could have taken it if he started commenting on my erection. This day was going to be way too long for my taste. The mall was just as crowded as he promised it would be. An HOUR to find a parking spot. Ridiculous. I think it's why I just don't go to malls. Ok, so we parked, in the boonies I might add, and then had to trek all the way to the front doors. Youji just had to stop to smoke a cigarette. Disgusting. Finally finished with his cancer stick, we went into the over-populated building. The first store was something called Hot Topic. Youji looked like he was in heaven. I tried to get out as soon as possible, but he grabbed my arm and drug me back in. "I'm not buying anything in here. In fact, I'm not touching anything in here." I gave him my best glare, daring him to contradict me. "Yes, you are. If I have to strip you, you are going to try some of this stuff on. Now, stop behaving like a baby and act like a grown.nice looking." He shook his head for a second. "Man." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Loads of leather, black velvet, punk t-shirts, and all my other favorite kind of clothes. It was paradise. And with Ran here, it would be more enjoyable than usual. I really think I must have done something excellent in my last life to get all this superb treatment now. Even though, I won't make it through this day, I think I can officially die content. ^_^;;; Usako, the delicious attendant who I took out last week, came over. "Kudou- san, how nice of you to come back. And, you've brought a delectable friend with you this time." She flashed Ran her famous 1000-watt smile. "Now, what can we do for you today?" Oh, the fun was just about to get started. I had a feeling that today was going to be the most interesting day of my life. I have lived 26 years, and this one is the most memorable.
Sorry that this chapter didn't get to any action really, but I think the next chapter should be much more interesting. I promise to make it really good for all the good little readers out there. ^_^;;;; ~ MS.
Disclaimers: I don't own Wei?, though I do lay claim to Youji and partially to Ken. ^_^;;; I promise no Wei? boy was hurt in the writing of this fic, but afterwards, I have no idea. You'd have to ask them. ^^;;; This is told from both Youji and Aya's point of views. I hope I don't screw up Aya too badly. I'm not used to writing from his perspective. Aya's POV will be in red. Youji's POV will be in blue.
Rating: PG-13, depending on how much detail goes into this and how badly Youji can't keep his hands off of the sexy lil Fujimiya-san. _
Summary: After burning all of Aya's really offensive clothing, Youji has decided to help him go shopping. Only problem is, what is REALLY going to happen between these two?
Pairing: Aya & Youji
THAT ASS!!!! He actually burned my clothes! What the hell was I supposed to do now? It's not like I actually like shopping for clothes. Now, I have to replace a good 2/3 of my wardrobe. I couldn't take it. "KUSO, KUDOU!!!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR? NOW I DON'T HAVE ANY CLOTHES." "Oh nothing. I guess I'll just have to help you out later, but right now, I'm going to cook something that is edible. You interested?" He smirked. He had the audacity to smirk. I could have killed the bastard at that moment. "What is that supposed to mean?" I glared at him. (MS: This is what Aya looks like when he glares: ¬_¬. Isn't he cute?) "Well, I guess tomorrow I'll have to take you shopping. Don't worry." He walked in the house. I can kill him in three seconds. I know I can. He isn't all that important to the team. Argh...... I stalked into the house and headed to my room. I'll get him tomorrow.
I woke up groggy again. Damn, I need to stay in once in a while. One day, when I'm old and grey at 35. I sat up in bed and looked at the clock. Ok, it's 8 a.m. Ran might not be so moody today. Then what I did last night came back to me. No way he isn't going to be pissed. Shit. Then, I laughed. Today was going to be a VERY interesting day. I walked into the kitchen after I had put on my robe and grabbed my smokes. Ran was sulking and watching the little black and white television on the counter. Omi was. Here? Must have been a day off of school. Ken was looting the fridge to cook for everyone. He's got a great ass too. I shook my head. Cant keep thinking like that. Gotta get Ran some sexier clothes. "Ohayou, minna. So, Ken-kun, you think you and Omi could watch the shop for a couple of hours while I take Ran to get some clothes?" "Why does Aya need clothes, Yo-tan?" Omi asked quietly. "Because I burned most of them last night." I replied, nonchalantly. "That's why the incinerator has a huge pile of ashes in the bottom. I thought Omi was burning school papers again." Ken muttered from the fridge. "Hidaka, what are you fixing? A 20-course meal? Stop standing with the refrigerator open." Well the ice prince was awake. "Can't find the cheese. Oh, wait, here it is." He gave a sheepish grin and started cooking. "So, Ken, think you could?" I asked again. "Sure, no problem. Right, Omi?" "Right. Don't worry, we've got it." "And yet, I worry more." Ran stated icily. And that's how the morning went, pretty much.
I hate shopping. I hate malls. I hate people. But most of all, I HATE Youji! How in the hell did he get enough nerve to BURN MY CLOTHES?! Fuck yes I was sulking. I was NOT looking forward to this little shopping venture. Especially not with Mr. I'm-so-damn-sexy-I-can-be-lazy-and-burn- everyone's-clothes Kudou. I want to kill him. Who gives a fuck about the team?! If I hadn't been so upset, I would have noticed that he was trying to imply something more than a shopping trip for the day. At that time, I didn't care. All I had left in my closet were my "work" clothes. I'm NOT Youji, I need to be covered most of the time. The morning was actually stomach-able. Ken and Omi chattered about some movie that they were going to see soon. Youji sat and smirked. Damn him. I just sat there and picked at the plate in front of me. I wasn't hungry. "Ok, I'm gonna take a shower and get dressed. I'll meet you in the shop in about 30 minutes, Ran." Youji breathed. "Go to hell." I said, coldly. "I love it when you talk like that to me, baby." He winked suggestively. Omi snickered at our exchange. A glare fixed that. I walked back to my room like a condemned man. I should have said something to him. Now, I'm stuck. If I don't appear downstairs in a half hour, he'll come looking for me. He'll cause a scene. Shimatta. I plopped ungracefully on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Then, a random thought occurred to me. Maybe, just MAYBE, Youji had missed some of my regular clothes. I ran to my closet and searched through it furiously. There is no way that lazy man could have been thorough THIS time with his "helping". All I saw where a few shirts that would be manageable, and my black jeans and leather pants. Grabbing something that wouldn't be too revealing, I changed quickly out of my pajamas. Why was I hurrying? I don't want to go shopping with him. I don't even want to leave the house today. But, here I was, rushing to change my clothes. What the hell was I getting myself into? A soft knock on my door interrupted the little inner tirade. "What?" I snapped. "Aya-kun, Ken needs your help with a customer." Omi said softly. "And you two want me to trust you to run the shop the WHOLE time I'm gone? What is it?" "Some beastly woman is demanding that we get you." "Fine." I briskly walked to the door and went down to the shop. Ken was talking to a very upset woman. "He's the one who promised me that it would be available." She yelled, pointing directly at me. "He told me this, YESTERDAY." She turned to face me. "Young man, where is my arrangement? I ordered this a week ago, and when I came by yesterday, you reassured me it would be finished for pickup today. And now this boy," pointing at Ken, "tells me he has no idea what I'm talking about. I did not ask for incompetence. I wanted you to service me. Not some wet-behind-the-ears child." I sighed deeply. "I'm very sorry, Ma'am. Your arrangement is finished. I made sure of it myself." I walked back into the storeroom and pulled out the horribly clashing bouquet that I had forced myself to work on from the fridge. I gave the ogress her flowers, and even took 5% off the price. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience."
"Hmph, well, I suppose it is nothing really." She left. Thank kami. "Ready to go yet, Ran?" Too early to be relieved. Hell had just come to earth right then.
I guess I was enjoying torturing him a little too much. It was too much fun to relent now. Besides, I had all day to get under his sexy little skin. Oh, the possibilities. I showered as quickly as possible. Cold water was the only way I was going to be able to get dressed, but that didn't mean I was going to bask in it. Running to my room, I saw Omi slink down the stairs after a very unhappy looking Ran. Wonder what's going on. I heard the shrill call of a very impolite woman, and decided it was none of my business. That's probably why they called Ran in the first place. As I came down the stairs, dressed for the day in tight blue leather pants and a white cutoff tank, I saw a very ugly woman leaving the store with an even uglier bouquet of flowers. I shuddered at the sight and then looked around the shop. Everything was in it's sickening order. "Ready, Ran, or do I have to drag you?" I asked in my nicest voice. His reply was a growl, but he walked to the door, slowly, as if he were walking to his funeral. Today would be very long if he kept this attitude up. I followed him out, as jovial as I could, and walked over to my jeep. We hopped in it, and I tried to figure the first place to go. "The mall or a nice small "specialty" shop first?" I asked out loud. "It's early. The mall shouldn't be too crowded for this." Ran replied angrily. "Evidently, you have no idea about the mall, especially if Omi staying home today is any indicator. It's gonna be crowded any time today." "Fine let's get this over with. You know I'm going to kill you later." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You say that all the time. You're getting as bad as that Heero guy on Ken's show. If you were going to do it, you would have. Plain and simple." I smirked at him. "Omae o korosu." "Promises, promises." I hit the gas and sped off towards the mall. He was silent the whole trip. I tried everything I could think of to get him to say something besides he was going to kill me. I turned the radio up full blast. I sped and wove through the traffic. I even placed my hand on his leg. All that one got me was slightly bruised fingers. Heh, oh well, wait till the mall.
The trip was unbearable. He was singing at the top of his lungs to the blaring radio. He was driving like a maniac. He even had the balls to touch me. He wouldn't be doing that anytime soon. Not after I almost broke his hand. I had to smirk a little at that one though. The most confusing part for me was when he touched my leg, a tingling sensation took over my whole body. I didn't want to enjoy his touch, but the reaction my body had was most aggravating. Thank kami I was sitting down. I don't think I could have taken it if he started commenting on my erection. This day was going to be way too long for my taste. The mall was just as crowded as he promised it would be. An HOUR to find a parking spot. Ridiculous. I think it's why I just don't go to malls. Ok, so we parked, in the boonies I might add, and then had to trek all the way to the front doors. Youji just had to stop to smoke a cigarette. Disgusting. Finally finished with his cancer stick, we went into the over-populated building. The first store was something called Hot Topic. Youji looked like he was in heaven. I tried to get out as soon as possible, but he grabbed my arm and drug me back in. "I'm not buying anything in here. In fact, I'm not touching anything in here." I gave him my best glare, daring him to contradict me. "Yes, you are. If I have to strip you, you are going to try some of this stuff on. Now, stop behaving like a baby and act like a grown.nice looking." He shook his head for a second. "Man." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Loads of leather, black velvet, punk t-shirts, and all my other favorite kind of clothes. It was paradise. And with Ran here, it would be more enjoyable than usual. I really think I must have done something excellent in my last life to get all this superb treatment now. Even though, I won't make it through this day, I think I can officially die content. ^_^;;; Usako, the delicious attendant who I took out last week, came over. "Kudou- san, how nice of you to come back. And, you've brought a delectable friend with you this time." She flashed Ran her famous 1000-watt smile. "Now, what can we do for you today?" Oh, the fun was just about to get started. I had a feeling that today was going to be the most interesting day of my life. I have lived 26 years, and this one is the most memorable.
Sorry that this chapter didn't get to any action really, but I think the next chapter should be much more interesting. I promise to make it really good for all the good little readers out there. ^_^;;;; ~ MS.
