By: Lynn Metallium
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them as much as I
would love to. I'm only going to borrow them!
I promise to return then in perfect condition and
maybe a bit happier then when they left? XD
But anyway, please don't sue me! I'm a poor lowly teen
whom has no money at all.
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Omi looked up as Aya walked into the kitchen, the
normal 'I'm a block of ice, don't even attempt to
communicate with me' look pasted carefully on his pale
face. That didn't phase little Omi in the least though
as he smiled brightly at Aya and handed him a cup from
the counter.
"Ohayo Aya-kun! I made you some tea-"
Aya silently accepted the cup from Omi's hand and
nodded at him, the only recognition he would get this
early in the morning. Ken looked up from the sports
section of the newspaper and smiled at Aya. 'Too many
smiles,' Aya thought. He was going to puke; those two
were always so darn cheery. As usual, Yohji was nowhere
to be found, if you saw him before 10 it was pure
accident and he probably had to go pee so bad he HAD
to get up. Aya swiped the remaining bits of the
newspaper from Ken-kun who was back to staring a hole
through the sports section. The silence settled back
around them as Aya buried his face in the paper. Not
that he usually really read it, but it prevented
anyone from staring at him while he ate, or trying to
start up a conversation. Morning was not a talkative
procedure with Aya. Omi on the other hand...
"So you'll come and pick me up after school
tomorrow Kenken?" Omi pestered the older boy, just
making sure he hadn't forgotten that he had promised.
"And we'll go shopping?"
Aya snorted to himself behind the paper. Ken-kun,
shopping, funny...His humor may have been too dry for
anyone else but himself to appreciate, but then again,
who cared? It wasn't like he shared his humor anyway-
"Uh, yeah-" Was Ken-kun's intelligent answer
as he waved his hand at the youth to keep him quiet.
The paper was calling him; he hadn't even gotten to
the soccer section yet! Why didn't Omi talk to Aya...
Yes...Make silent eye talk with Aya...
"You aren't even listening are you..." Omi
looked dejected.
"Of course I am!" Ken looked up and smiled at
Omi sweetly. "Now, what did you want?"
Omi slammed his head down on the table, rather painful
like. Aya glanced at them over the top of the paper,
giving them the 'You are getting on my nerves, SHI-NE!'
look.
"Aya-kun...It's time for Yohji to get up-" Omi
mumbled from his place facedown at the table. Aya
looked up at Omi from the newspaper, his face blank
and his body un-moving. Omi lifted his head and looked
at Aya with pleading blue puppy dog eyes, the kind that
no one with a shred of humanity could resist. Sighing,
Aya set the paper down and stood up, and headed for
the stairs. Why did he get to be the unlucky soul to
try to get the blonde playboy from beneath his sheets
this morning? It wasn't like Ken-kun was doing
anything useful sitting there drinking coffee and
reading the boring sports section. Like that was
useful. Aya let out a snort and raised a fist to bang
furiously at Youji's door.
"YOHJI-KUN! GET UP! NOW!"
Inside his room, Yohji-kun cracked open one eye and
stared at his vibrating door. He gave himself three
guesses just who was outside his door causing it to
shake violently, and told himself the first two guesses
didn't count. His head was beginning to throb in time
to the banging on the door.
"What do you waaaaaant?" Yohji wailed in a
state of high annoyance as he stalked from his nice
warm bed, with its nice warm silk sheets and his nice
warm comforter to open the door and stare at the cold
face of Aya.
"It's time to get up, we open shop today and I
expect to see you downstairs in 10 minutes Yohji-" Aya
turned his back on Yohji and marched off back
downstairs. Yohji shot him a 'Oh please bite me now-'
look and rolled his eyes. He'd be down when he was
ready. Aya really irked him sometimes, and now was one
of those many frequent times. Things had been just
peachy around Weiss before Aya, Mr. Stick-shoved-up-my-
ass-so-far-I-cant-probably-even-walk-straight had shown
up and snatched the whole show from right out of
Yohji's hands. Jealously reared her ugly head and
stuck out its tongue and pulled down one eyelid
childishly at Aya's retreating back. Continuing to fume
and grip about his current situation Yohji slammed his
door, sulked, and then got ready for work.
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Aya stared out the front window to the florist shop.
The sun was shinning, the birds were chirping, and the
blonde playboy, only known to the world of fan girls
as Kudou Yohji, was going to die... Oh yes, a very
painful death as far as Aya was concerned. It took a
lot of nerve to stand there and not do a whole lot of
nothing while the swarm of fan girls attacked the shop.
Simply flirt and act oblivious to all his death glares.
"Neee, Aaaayaa-kun!"
"See, this flower matches your eyes!"
Aya shoved his way through the fan girls ogling him
and continued to attempt to ignore them. Omi was back
from school and trying hard to smile at all the girls;
his face was starting to hurt from the effort he was
putting into it. Ken-kun was working the front, the
unlucky bastard. The game of rock, paper, scissors was
the worst for poor Ken and somehow he always lost. He
was beyond convinced that somehow Yohji was cheating.
The blonde florist cheated at everything anyway! Still
...How did one figure out how to cheat at rock, paper,
scissors? As soon as Ken figured it out, he would have
Yohji-kun standing up here dealing cash instead. Yohji
meanwhile was having his daily dose of flirting with
the cute girls that seemed to flock to the flower shop
every day. It was all because of his good looks, he
just knew it. They were crazy about him, they wanted
him, and they were all under 18...damn. Where were the
more sophisticated girls hiding out today?
Smiling he innocently pointed them out Omi. Oh poor
unsuspecting Omi... Oh wait, Yohji grinned as Omi
looked over in his general direction and gave him a
furious glare. So Omi wasn't so unsuspecting after all!
What luck! Yohji smiled innocently, winked and blew
the blonde bishounen a kiss. After taking a quick sip
of his soda in his hand he mouthed,
'Gotta love those fan girls-'
Omi wrinkled his nose and raised an eyebrow at Yohji,
and mouthed back-
'No, I hate curls!'
Yohji choked on his soda, nearly spitting out on the
nearest girl. She looked at him in surprise and gasped.
"Are you OK Yohji-san?"
Yohji waved her away and looked over at Omi and
mouthed back to him once again,
'You hate girls?!'
Omi looked at him curiously and nodded his head. That's
what he said, wasn't it? He didn't like curls, they
just weren't right. Yohji turned a lovely shade of red
before looking rather triumphant, he had always KNOWN
there was something wrong with that kid! Chortling to
himself he turned around to smack right into-
"Jesus Christ!" Yohji let out a curse. "Aya!
Shit, don't do that crap man!"
Aya stared at him silently glaring that cold, piercing
glare that literally screamed 'SHI-NE!'
"Why aren't you working-?" Aya punctuated each
word carefully and lathered on the emphasis on the
word working. Yohji shot him a dazzling smile; the
ones that melted young girls' knees and made then drool
slightly. The only thing wrong with using the smile,
was that Aya wasn't a girl, (wellyou know which Aya
we mean,) and he most certainly wouldn't go weak in the
knees over him. Not that that mattered to Yohji, he was
a strict lady's man, wellmost of the time. He wouldn't
let himself count those last seven times, he had been
drunk, really drunk. Well, at least that's what he kept
telling himself. Just reallythat
had to be it- A harsh cough brought him back to the
moment and he looked back down at Aya and attempted
another smile. He could tell the smile wasn't really
helping the matter much, but hey, it was always worth
a try
"Get to WORK Yohji-"
Yohji playfully bowed down to Aya and shot him a wink
before straightening.
"Yes master, you're such a slave driver-"
The fan girls in the shop around the two of them
obviously found this hilarious because they all
tittered and snickered annoyingly. Aya shot them all
cold angry glares, especially Yohji. Turning back to
the girls Aya gave them another glare.
"If you aren't going to buy anything then
LEAVE!" He snapped.
A chorus of moans, groans and 'Awww do we have to?'
rang out. Aya simply glared at them silently, a look
that promised death if they didn't move right then
and there. Aya was not in a good mood, of course when
was Aya ever in a good mood one may ask Yohji rolled
his eyes and smiled at the girls. Aya turned away from
then, his shoulders tight with anger.
"Don't worry about him, he just hasn't gotten
any as of lately, if you understand what I mean- Makes
him kind of bad tempered doesn't it-" Yohji smiled a
bit more.
"YOHJI!" Aya whirled around and shot the
playboy another one of his famous shi-ne glares. His
face felt a bit hot in embarrassment at Yohji's
comment, so that only made him glare harder, if that
was even possible. Knowing Aya, it probably was. If
glares could kill, Yohji would have been mangled,
gutted and most likely be-headed on the floor. That
wasn't really a comforting thought to the blonde at
the moment. Which is probably why he took that time to
rush past Aya and hide, or at least try to, in the
back of the shop. Not that that stopped Aya any
it didn't until the fan girls let out their evil ear
piercing shrikes to Omi and Ken that Aya was going to
hurt 'Poor, cute, adorable, heart-stopping, blonde,
every ones favorite assas- er florist playboy Yohji'
"I saw him Omi-kun, I know he's just going to beat
poor Yohji-kun up!"
"He probably deserves it" Ken muttered under his
breath. Yohji didn't get any sympathy from him, not
even a little drop. Maybe it was because last week
Yohji had told all the girls that he had been dancing
around the kitchen in his 'cute little soccer ball
covered boxers' singing. Just maybe that's why there
was no sympathy.
"What a horrible thing to say Ken-kun!"
Ken winced under the harsh glare of the almighty fan
girl. It was even worse that Aya's glare, which was
almost as bad as becoming frostbitten.
"Well" Ken stared, which wasn't really the best idea
he'd had in a while. He wasn't always the brightest
crayon in the crayon box and it was starting to show
at the moment.
"Well what?" the fan girl demanded, her hands on her
hips.
"Ken will go stop them-" Omi smiled sweetly at the
girl, saving poor Ken from further tongue-lashings
from the girl. Ken gave Omi a thankful look, then
narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
"WHO is going to stop them?" Ken asked, giving Omi a
look far from thankful.
"You of course-" Omi smiled on of those sweet
smiles, very similar to the one used on Aya earlier
that morning. Ken looked helplessly at Omi. There was
no way in hell he was going back there and jumping
between one very angry, katana wielding, Takatori
killing, Fujimiya Aya, and one very stupid, blonde,
womanizer, Kudou Yohji while they were having another
cat fight. Last time he had been bruised on the butt
by a broom wielding Yohji. At least Omi had been very
gentle with the cut on his head from the flying
flowerpots (ha, you thought I was going to say the
bruise on his butt didn't you-). He really did NOT
want to go back there now.
"Oh no, I don't think so- Isn't it your turn
to stop them?-" Ken looked hopefully at Omi. His
attempt to copy the cute look on Omi's face was
failing miserably though. Omi just looked at him funny,
then sweatdroped.
"But Ken-kun-" Omi looked at him sweetly. "You
don't want me to get hurt do you?"
All the girls gasped and stared at the two intently.
"But that isn't fair! Ken-kun doesn't want to
get hurt either!"
"But we can't let them hurt Omi!-"
A sweatdrop dribbled down the sides of Ken and Omi's
heads. This just was not their day at all..
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To Be Continued...