Title: Nothing To Be Jealous About Author: Makoto Sagara Archive: my site and ff.net; Anywhere else, just ask! Category: Angst, Romance Pairings: Youji/Ken, Omi + Aya Rating: R Warnings: Shonen ai, language, lime, Youji POV

Disclaimers: Dun own anything Weiß, except my posters and DVDs. Koyasu Takehito-sama and some big Japanese companies own the rights to the series and name. I'm just using the characters for some fun. I have no money, so suing is pointless, unless you like pocket lint. Flames are used to keep me warm, or given to Neko for her bonfires.

Dedication: To Sara, because the first one was a big tease, and this is the real meat of the story! Long live the Evil Onna! *beams and runs off*

Thanks: To Jo, who when I told her about the first part told me I had to write *at least* a lime to follow up.

Symbols: *blah* - emphasized words *~*~* - change in scene

Nothing To Be Jealous About

I've noticed the way he stares at me. I would have to be an idiot not to, and I may be many things -- a womanizer, a smoker, a chronic drinker -- but idiot is *not* on that list. He always stares at me when I smoke. It's a bit endearing, and a lot disturbing. He all but glares as I light up my first cig of the day. I'm used to seeing Aya glare, but Ken... No fucking way.

So, when he killed Aya's little pet project of that hideous fern, I knew it was time to step in. I told Aya that I was going on a short break and led Ken outside to the alley beside the shop. We got out there, and the former soccer player just stares at his bike. I know the thing is important to him -- about as important as my jeep is to me -- but I'm tired of the way he's being shy about his attraction.

To be perfectly honest, I'm bisexual. I like both men and women. I prefer to think of myself as an equal opportunity lover, but since Asuka died, I just haven't really gotten over her... That's why I always end up with some woman who resembles her, if only superficially. I suppose that's how I deal with the grief. Or maybe I'm just a *little* afraid of becoming attached to anyone, even my own team mates. But Ken, well, he's just sexy, in a naïve sort of way.

So, when I lit a cigarette in the alley with Ken and he stared his envious glaring, I knew it was time to make the first step, in an ambiguous sort of way. "So, Ken, what's up with you recently? You're acting like a zombie one minute and a hormone crazed teenager the next," I said, looking at him, letting some of my concern show through. He looks as if he's going to faint. That's just too cute.

"B-betsuni... H-honto ni..." he stutters, and I have to hide the snicker that I *really* want to let loose. He's such a horrible liar.

"Bull," I calmly stated, taking another drag from the cigarette in my hand. "In my opinion, Ken, you need to get laid."

I watched him as he tried to figure out what I said. He grew kind of pale, in the 'I'm about to faint if I don't get some oxygen to my brain' sort of way. Again with the cute behaviour that I knew I would have to take advantage of, at least once. For my own sanity, of course.

"Y-you're kidding, right," he asked, voice still hitching a bit.

"No. And if you ever need any help, you know where to look." I gave him one of my infamous winks, finished off my cig, crushed it into the ground, and walked into the shop. He thought I was gone, but I stood behind the door, watching through the crack and waiting to see if he would actually get what I was offering. All he did was stare at the ground for about two minutes.

Then, his head snapped up. "If I ever need any help.... I know where to look?" he asked, and I could have sworn I could hear the cogs turning in his mind. "Was.... Was that an offer, Youji?"

I smirked, and decided to let him know I was still there. "Maybe it was, Ken-ken."

He froze, and I imagined the blush that would be across his cheeks. I couldn't help but chuckle quietly to myself. He was very silent and staring at the ground again. I wouldn't win if he kept this up. I made a mental note to continue this later.

"Come inside, before Aya has a coronary and we're stuck dealing with Omi- kun after he finds out about it," I said, heading back to deal with the Ice Prince and the gaggle of girls who would appear in about an hour.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ken was a little twitchy for the rest of the day, and jumped every time Aya called his name so he could take an order out. I nearly laughed every time, but thought better about it. Had it been me in his shoes, I don't think I would have appreciated anyone laughing at my preoccupation in catching Aya's attention. He's not exactly the easiest person to work with.

Omi kept giving him worried glances, but it's kind of hard to talk to one another when surrounded by about ten girls each. And they were all girls -- not a legal one in sight after four p.m. When Ken would leave to make deliveries, Omi then took the opportunity to steal a few glances at Aya, but our 'fearless leader' was too busy trying to ignore the girls who were pressing in on him and to work to notice the wistful look on the Chibi's face. At least I know when someone's giving me looks filled with lust and longing, but also, I'm not Aya.

Finally, seven p.m. rolled around, and I happily escorted our fan club to the door of the shop. Ken walked Obaba-san and her cat back to her apartment across the street, and Aya, Omi and myself cleaned up the mess and covered up the displays in the window. I watched as Ken made his way with Obaba-san through the front display window, and a stray beam of fading sunlight lit up his face and hair. It was near-breathtaking.

"He's nice looking, isn't he," Omi asked, watching Ken just like I was.

"He is," I replied looking down at the Chibi at my elbow. "So, Chibi, what's it to you?"

"I don't know. Ken's just the most normal of us all, I guess. I envy him that." A wistful look stole across his genki little face. "I mean, I was raised in this mess. Aya came over for revenge. You, Youji, I don't know why you're here, but I know that Ken has nowhere else to go, but could still have a real life. I just wish things were that easy for me sometimes."

I ran a hand through his dirty-blond locks fondly, thinking over what he was saying. It was true. Everyone of us had our own reasons for why we're here, acting as assassins for a nearly nonexistent boss. Aya wanted Taketori's head on a platter, and for good reasons. I had nowhere else to be, and hoped that one day I could find the group that killed Asuka – to bury her ghost once and for all. Omi has been an assassin for as long as he could remember back. That just left Ken, who came to us after his supposed 'mysterious' death which followed a big scandal on the J-league Soccer team. I remember reading about it when it happened.

"Well, kiddo, not much we can do, now is there," I asked, turning from the window as Ken quickly approached the door, pulled it wide and slunk to the floor. He looked as if he had been mugged, and was breathing as if he had been running.

"What happened to you, Ken," Omi asked, running over to check on his friend.

"Girls... Scary... Tried to run... Found me..." he said between breaths.

I raised an eyebrow at Aya, who glared at our fallen team mate, and locked the front door before turning to head up to the apartment. I was followed by voices, but headed to my own room, waiting until I was sure that I could get Ken-ken alone, and not quite so exhausted – for all the wrong reasons.

I heard the door of the room next to mine, Ken's, shut and a thud on the floor. I carefully made my way to his room, using my skills to make no noise and put my head against the door. I listened very carefully as his muffled voice became clearer.

"...such an idiot... never gonna look at you now... thinks you're a loser.... Great job, Hidaka... should just die now... over with...."

Well, that wasn't what I expected. Sounded like Ken was having a few problems about something, and I had a pretty good feeling what that was. Backing away from the door a little and making a small amount of noise, I knocked on the brown-haired man's door.

"Go away, Omi," Ken said, his voice muffled still.

"You know, I'd *love* to fulfill your request, but I'm not Omi," I said as jovially as I could, smirking to myself. I waited as time ticked by slowly and Ken didn't say anything else. "Ken? You ok there?"

"Y-Youji?" He sounded more than a bit surprised. I shook my head. This was going to be a lot more difficult than I previously thought. His little schoolboy crush was going to be a problem if he kept acting so shocked every time I talked to him.

"Yeah, it's me. May I come in?" Another thud and a slight crash sounded on the other side of the door, and I was rewarded with a grimacing brunet as he opened the door. "What happened?"

"N-nothing. Just kinda..." He dropped his head, and I snuck a look into his room. What I saw was his nightstand slightly askew and the covers on his bed mussed. I looked back at the younger man in front of me, who was blushing a bit. Out of nerves or embarrassment, I couldn't rightly tell.

"So, are you going to let me in," I asked, acting as if I didn't notice anything.

"Ano... Do you really want to come in," he inquired, the blush across his cheeks spreading to the rest of his face. I decided to take pity on him.

"No, I don't have to, but I'd like to talk to you." I paused to think where we could go to have a semi-private talk without going too far. "Let's go out to the kitchen balcony." I turned and led the way outside. I heard a whispered "Okay" and the footsteps that signaled that he was following.

I waved to Omi, who was in the living room on the couch, watching television, and to Aya, who was fixing some odd concoction that I was *not* going to eat. I opened the door that led to the balcony and held it that way until Ken came out and stood beside me. Then, I shut it – right in Aya and Omi's faces. Damn nosey people. They need to take the hint.

When I was sure that both the redhead and the blond were away from the door, I turned to my companion. He was staring out into the city, and I watched him watching the view. A little chilly breeze picked up and blew his short hair around his face, his bangs completely covering his blue eyes. He shivered in the cold air and I had to resist the urge to pull him close and keep him warm. He was beautiful in the half moon's light, and I suddenly wondered how I had missed that before then.

"Ken?" I called, my voice low and husky with the desire I felt for him right then and getting his attention.

"H-hai?" he asked, voice shaky and nervous. He turned to look at me for the first time since I had made my offer and a powerful surge of lust slammed into my bloodstream. I wasted no time, but instead, grabbed him by his shoulders, pulled him close and kissed him - hard.

His lips were soft and very still, but he never pulled away. I wrapped him into a restricting embrace and licked his lips with my tongue, asking silently for entrance to his sweet mouth. His body tensed a little, and I slid a hand down to his waist, pulling him closer to me. The former soccer player let his body relax and opened his mouth, albeit hesitantly. I could feel the rest of his body come to life, and made a mental note when his hand flew to my long hair and began to try to control the kiss.

After a few moments later, I broke for air, and saw that Ken's face was totally relaxed. I smiled and lifted his face to look at me. "Ken, I don't think you're an idiot, loser, or whatever else you were saying to yourself earlier."

His eyes flew open, a look of absolute horror across his face. "You... You... You heard me?"

"Only a little, but that's not the point. There's nothing for you to be embarrassed, or jealous for that matter, about. You're fine just the way you are," I said, placing a chaste kiss on his forehead and leaving him to think outside on the balcony. I think he got the message that I was serious earlier. Next step was on him, and I needed a cigarette.