Wow it took forever for me to write this chapter ^_^ to be honest I had kind of let this fic go, but I've suddenly decided I like it so I think I want to continue ^_^
By the way, if anyone wants to read an awesome gender-bender fic that Omi's the girl, check out Riisha's fic, "Three Guys and a Girl". It's hilarious and very well written ^_~
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*Beep! Beep! Beep!*
A hand emerged from the covers to smack the top of the alarm clock, silencing it's annoying wakeup call. Omi groaned and sat up, textbooks, pens, papers and a calculator stirring on the covers as he did so, some crashing to the floor.
Ugh, another late night study session gone too long.
The youngest blonde yawned and pulled himself out of bed, his feet padding on the carpet as he made his way from his room and down the hallway to the bathroom. Mornings just came too early sometimes, especially when he had to be to school in an hour or so.
Omi opened the door, eyes still half closed, and froze. Immediately his face reddened. "K-Ken-chan!"
The girl had stopped short while emerging from the shower, towel held in front of her body by an arm that was held at her chest causing a good amount of cleavage to show. "Omi?"
He stumbled out an apology and quickly shut the door again, putting a hand to his nose to stop the impending nose bleed.
Someone snickered from behind him, and Omi turned to face none other than Yohji.
"Catch an eyeful, Bishounen?"
"I.. Er.."
Yohji wrapped an arm around Omi's neck, pulling him close. "Don't worry, for a chick KenKen's hot. It's alright that you're attracted to her."
"I-I'm not!" Omi tried.
"Yeah, yeah, deny all you want, Omi." He started walking away, smirking. "By the way, you got blood on your shirt."
His younger partner cursed and tried to wipe the bit of blood off that had escaped his nose.
Ken, meanwhile, was just confused.
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During shop hours, it was decided that Ken would work on flower arrangements and watering. It was safer that way. The girls that regulated didn't like the fact that a female member of the species was, as they put it, 'hustling in on their guys', and wouldn't even let Ken help them with anything. Although it was nice not having to deal with the girls, Ken couldn't help but feel useless. However, she did not find it nice that some boys had started coming to the flower shop, and spent their time trying to flirt with her.
"Let me help you with that pot, Kaoru-chan."
"Would you like to go out sometime, Kaoru-chan?"
"Are you seeing anyone, Kaoru-chan?"
"Allow me to assist you, Kaoru-chan."
It was getting downright sickening, and Ken sighed with annoyance. She glanced at Omi and frowned. The blonde hadn't even been able to look at her since the 'bathroom mishap', which made it increasingly hard to work around him. How was she supposed to confide in her best friend if he couldn't even meet her gaze?
Speaking of the blonde, he did glance at Ken from time to time, but it wasn't when she was looking. He felt bad for his friend, since she had to deal with her own fan club that was only fixated on her. At least the girls moved from guy to guy, so they were safe at least some of the time.
"I suppose we should help," Yohji stated, following Omi's gaze. "If KenKen gets any more red the temperature of the whole shop's going to go up."
"Yeah, but how? Even if we chase away the boys now, they'll just come back like the girls." Why Omi was being extra protective over Ken, he didn't know. Maybe it was the overwhelming urge to be especially kind to any girl in distress acting up. Or perhaps it was something else. Either way, Ken was still his best friend.
"One of you should pretend to be her boyfriend," Aya suggested, joining them in the corner.
"Why one of us?" Omi questioned.
Before Aya could answer, Yohji grinned and slung an arm around the redhead's shoulders, which was promptly shrugged off. "I know why. Lover-boy here doesn't want to upset Sakura. So you've decided to date her?"
"She's a friend, Yohji."
"Yeah, yeah. Deny all you want."
"One of you pretend to be her boyfriend," Aya repeated, "and get the girls off your back at the same time." He walked away to help the customers waiting at the counter.
Omi watched him go. "He's pretty protective of Ken-chan, too. Even if he doesn't admit it."
"We're all like that for each other, Bishounen," Yohji replied. He glanced at Ken. Pretend to be her boyfriend.. Hm.. well, she was nineteen so that was the right age, which was eighteen and above. But to pretend to have a girlfriend, would that cut back on his dating? Yohji shook his head. Nah, the dating would just be a façade. Still, though..
Omi's thoughts were on the same line. Pretending to date Ken-chan, that was. On one hand it would help her out immensely, and himself to. On the other hand, it might be kind of awkward. What to do?
The two boys glanced at each other, trying to decide which one would do it.
By the way, if anyone wants to read an awesome gender-bender fic that Omi's the girl, check out Riisha's fic, "Three Guys and a Girl". It's hilarious and very well written ^_~
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*Beep! Beep! Beep!*
A hand emerged from the covers to smack the top of the alarm clock, silencing it's annoying wakeup call. Omi groaned and sat up, textbooks, pens, papers and a calculator stirring on the covers as he did so, some crashing to the floor.
Ugh, another late night study session gone too long.
The youngest blonde yawned and pulled himself out of bed, his feet padding on the carpet as he made his way from his room and down the hallway to the bathroom. Mornings just came too early sometimes, especially when he had to be to school in an hour or so.
Omi opened the door, eyes still half closed, and froze. Immediately his face reddened. "K-Ken-chan!"
The girl had stopped short while emerging from the shower, towel held in front of her body by an arm that was held at her chest causing a good amount of cleavage to show. "Omi?"
He stumbled out an apology and quickly shut the door again, putting a hand to his nose to stop the impending nose bleed.
Someone snickered from behind him, and Omi turned to face none other than Yohji.
"Catch an eyeful, Bishounen?"
"I.. Er.."
Yohji wrapped an arm around Omi's neck, pulling him close. "Don't worry, for a chick KenKen's hot. It's alright that you're attracted to her."
"I-I'm not!" Omi tried.
"Yeah, yeah, deny all you want, Omi." He started walking away, smirking. "By the way, you got blood on your shirt."
His younger partner cursed and tried to wipe the bit of blood off that had escaped his nose.
Ken, meanwhile, was just confused.
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During shop hours, it was decided that Ken would work on flower arrangements and watering. It was safer that way. The girls that regulated didn't like the fact that a female member of the species was, as they put it, 'hustling in on their guys', and wouldn't even let Ken help them with anything. Although it was nice not having to deal with the girls, Ken couldn't help but feel useless. However, she did not find it nice that some boys had started coming to the flower shop, and spent their time trying to flirt with her.
"Let me help you with that pot, Kaoru-chan."
"Would you like to go out sometime, Kaoru-chan?"
"Are you seeing anyone, Kaoru-chan?"
"Allow me to assist you, Kaoru-chan."
It was getting downright sickening, and Ken sighed with annoyance. She glanced at Omi and frowned. The blonde hadn't even been able to look at her since the 'bathroom mishap', which made it increasingly hard to work around him. How was she supposed to confide in her best friend if he couldn't even meet her gaze?
Speaking of the blonde, he did glance at Ken from time to time, but it wasn't when she was looking. He felt bad for his friend, since she had to deal with her own fan club that was only fixated on her. At least the girls moved from guy to guy, so they were safe at least some of the time.
"I suppose we should help," Yohji stated, following Omi's gaze. "If KenKen gets any more red the temperature of the whole shop's going to go up."
"Yeah, but how? Even if we chase away the boys now, they'll just come back like the girls." Why Omi was being extra protective over Ken, he didn't know. Maybe it was the overwhelming urge to be especially kind to any girl in distress acting up. Or perhaps it was something else. Either way, Ken was still his best friend.
"One of you should pretend to be her boyfriend," Aya suggested, joining them in the corner.
"Why one of us?" Omi questioned.
Before Aya could answer, Yohji grinned and slung an arm around the redhead's shoulders, which was promptly shrugged off. "I know why. Lover-boy here doesn't want to upset Sakura. So you've decided to date her?"
"She's a friend, Yohji."
"Yeah, yeah. Deny all you want."
"One of you pretend to be her boyfriend," Aya repeated, "and get the girls off your back at the same time." He walked away to help the customers waiting at the counter.
Omi watched him go. "He's pretty protective of Ken-chan, too. Even if he doesn't admit it."
"We're all like that for each other, Bishounen," Yohji replied. He glanced at Ken. Pretend to be her boyfriend.. Hm.. well, she was nineteen so that was the right age, which was eighteen and above. But to pretend to have a girlfriend, would that cut back on his dating? Yohji shook his head. Nah, the dating would just be a façade. Still, though..
Omi's thoughts were on the same line. Pretending to date Ken-chan, that was. On one hand it would help her out immensely, and himself to. On the other hand, it might be kind of awkward. What to do?
The two boys glanced at each other, trying to decide which one would do it.