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Chapter 5 And it All Went to Hell in a Handbasket
Ken had had a very bad day. They had been lead on a wild goose chase by Swartz. There had been a large battle, all in a city park, fortunately vacant because of the rain. Well, mostly vacant. There had been a young girl there, maybe sixteen or seventeen. Swartz had used her for cover for a large portion of the battle, but as things had gone on, she had gotten in the way. And they had killed her.
Ken needed to know that there was an end in sight. That there was something he was holding out for. He needed a reason to keep going.
So he decided tonight would be the night he asked Omi.
Tonight he was going to "propose" and ask Omi if in a month or two they could purchase a house together and maybe raise a family.
Everything was perfect. The table was set almost neatly with real plates and paper napkins. The pork medallions in mustard-green peppercorn cream sauce[1] was simmering on the stove (Aya made it). Ken had showered and changed into nice slacks and a white button up shirt that he left mostly open, then buttoned, then opened again. He had even borrowed some aftershave from Yoji. He had dimmed the lights and lit candles all over then room. There was soft jazz playing in the background. He had it all planned. Omi would come in and be swept away by the romantic atmosphere and they would eat and talk and laugh, maybe dance a little bit, and then would ask Omi to stay with him forever and Omi would tear up a little and smile and nod because he couldn't find the words. Then they would have the inevitable sex, but after that they would stay up talking for hours and then he would wake up with Omi in his arms.
Or Omi would say no.
Say no and laugh at Ken's foolishness in thinking this was anything more then a fling.
He couldn't do this. Twenty minutes later Ken was dressed in jeans and a practically clean t-shirt. The candles were out of sight, the stereo was playing some loud obnoxious rock song, and the lights were back on. Yoji and Aya were enjoying the fancy dinner (much to Aya's annoyance after having slaved in the kitchen for 4 hours) and a pizza was on its way. Ken was just about to get rid of the vase of Freesia when Omi showed. Ken had managed to work himself into a pissy mood because imagination Omi had turned him down, and managed to be a complete ass all through dinner.
After dinner they were sitting on the couch tongue wrestling and Ken realized what an idiot he was being. He was denying himself the one thing he wanted more then anything else because he was too afraid to ask.
"Omi, I love you." Omi smiled and reached a hand up to cup Ken's cheek.
"I love you too." More confident now with Omi's confession, Ken rushed into the speech he had prepared earlier.
"In a few weeks I am going to be quitting my job here at the flower shop and I want you to come with me. Please Omi, I know you have a job or something, but isn't our love more important? I don't want to wake up alone anymore. I want us to be together maybe adopt some kids and raise a family. What do you say?" Ken couldn't even look at Omi; he kept his eyes trained on the floor.
***
Mamoru was shocked. Ken was in effect asking him to run away. What's worse, the thought had never been so appealing.
Could he really leave it all behind? Leave what behind. He really didn't have much. His mother had avoided him all his life, as if she was ashamed. Hiro would be mad, but he would get over it, Hiro could take care of himself, and Oka was the one that was pushing for this relationship in the first place. Besides, he wasn't overly attached to his job.
His job.
Less then three hours ago he had slaughtered a room full of people. They were a crime family that had become more and more powerful over the past few months. Hiro had asked Mamoru to take care of it because they had the potential to ruin what he referred to as "The Master Plan." He had been studying them for weeks, getting to the inside. He knew all of them by name.
Mamoru hadn't minded. He preferred that sort of work to the kind when he had to kill cops or moles that had gotten close to the family. He always felt guilty for killing people that were just doing their legal jobs.
But the kill had been systematic. Clean and clinical. Mamoru started to get nauseous just thinking about it. Was this what he had become? That he could think of murdering twenty-four people in cold blood casually?
He looked over at Ken. The florist/assassin made him feel clean, like maybe he wasn't the monster he thought he had become. Surly Ken wouldn't love a monster.
And now Ken was giving him an out. He could walk away and never look back; start a new life as Omi. It was really a no-brainer.
"I would love to." Ken swung around to face him and the relieved and ecstatic look on his face was all the reassurance Mamoru needed, tackling his boyfriend back onto the sofa in a heated kiss.
Later that night, downstairs. . .
"So, they're at it again."
"Hn"
"Kid's got some serious stamina to be able to keep up with Ken for so long."
(Non-committal grunt)
"They sure sound like they're having fun."
(Dignified silence)
"Hey Aya, did you ever think about"
"No" (accompanied by an icy glare which, if looks could kill {and they can if you happen to be Nagi} wouldn't have necessarily destroyed Yoji, but his nose would be bleeding profusely and he would have one hell of a migraine).
The uncomfortable silence (if you don't count the moans and swearing and thumping coming from upstairs) was broken by a knock at the door.
Manx.
Aya went to make some coffee while Yoji went upstairs to break up the two sex-crazed, foul-mouthed gerbils citing a family emergency.
***
Ken was euphoric as he floated downstairs to the mission room.
His sleeping lover waiting for him back up in his room, he was more then ready to begin what he had told Manx yesterday would probably be his last mission.
He was on top of the world.
He refused the coffee offered by Yoji, opting for a soda instead and sat looking at Manx with what can only be referred to as an I-just-had-really- great-sex-there-is-nothing-you-can-do-to-get-me-down grin.
Manx gave a knowing smirk back and turned on the mission video.
***
Mamoru smiled as he snuggled into the warmth that his lover had previously occupied. He had an out. And one hell of an out. This time next month he would be starting his new life with Ken-kun.
Things were looking up.
He was going to stay this time. When Ken got back from his "family emergency" Mamoru would be waiting with open arms (and minimal clothing).
And then his phone rang (it beeped to the tune of "Kung Foo Fighting" if you're interested)
"Mamoru, it's Hiro, I have some bad news. . .
***
"Change of plans Weiss. Before you can go after Hirofumi there is a much more dangerous target that needs to be eliminated." Ken groaned. Manx shot him a look. Persia continued. "We have recently become aware of Hirofumi's personal assassin. Unlike his father and brother, Hirofumi employs only one, but this young man is the most dangerous. He is efficient and extremely intelligent. He is also Takatori's heir if something should happen to Hirofumi. It is imperative that you destroy him before going after Hirofumi, because he would make an enemy far more dangerous then any of the Takatoris that have been in charge of the family up until now. His name is" a picture flashed across the screen of a beautiful young man with big blue eyes. Ken dropped his soda
"Omi."
***
"Oka is dead."
I know Ma-kun is on Gravitation, but Mamo-kun sounds silly to me and I consider Ma-kun a very minor character, so I didn't think it would matter. I think I only use it once more anyway. Almost done, two more chapters to go. ----------------------- [1] actual dish my sister made me, she is such a dork. It took her more then four hours just to make the matchstick potatoes she used to garnish the damn thing
Review, the pygmies are watching you.
Chapter 5 And it All Went to Hell in a Handbasket
Ken had had a very bad day. They had been lead on a wild goose chase by Swartz. There had been a large battle, all in a city park, fortunately vacant because of the rain. Well, mostly vacant. There had been a young girl there, maybe sixteen or seventeen. Swartz had used her for cover for a large portion of the battle, but as things had gone on, she had gotten in the way. And they had killed her.
Ken needed to know that there was an end in sight. That there was something he was holding out for. He needed a reason to keep going.
So he decided tonight would be the night he asked Omi.
Tonight he was going to "propose" and ask Omi if in a month or two they could purchase a house together and maybe raise a family.
Everything was perfect. The table was set almost neatly with real plates and paper napkins. The pork medallions in mustard-green peppercorn cream sauce[1] was simmering on the stove (Aya made it). Ken had showered and changed into nice slacks and a white button up shirt that he left mostly open, then buttoned, then opened again. He had even borrowed some aftershave from Yoji. He had dimmed the lights and lit candles all over then room. There was soft jazz playing in the background. He had it all planned. Omi would come in and be swept away by the romantic atmosphere and they would eat and talk and laugh, maybe dance a little bit, and then would ask Omi to stay with him forever and Omi would tear up a little and smile and nod because he couldn't find the words. Then they would have the inevitable sex, but after that they would stay up talking for hours and then he would wake up with Omi in his arms.
Or Omi would say no.
Say no and laugh at Ken's foolishness in thinking this was anything more then a fling.
He couldn't do this. Twenty minutes later Ken was dressed in jeans and a practically clean t-shirt. The candles were out of sight, the stereo was playing some loud obnoxious rock song, and the lights were back on. Yoji and Aya were enjoying the fancy dinner (much to Aya's annoyance after having slaved in the kitchen for 4 hours) and a pizza was on its way. Ken was just about to get rid of the vase of Freesia when Omi showed. Ken had managed to work himself into a pissy mood because imagination Omi had turned him down, and managed to be a complete ass all through dinner.
After dinner they were sitting on the couch tongue wrestling and Ken realized what an idiot he was being. He was denying himself the one thing he wanted more then anything else because he was too afraid to ask.
"Omi, I love you." Omi smiled and reached a hand up to cup Ken's cheek.
"I love you too." More confident now with Omi's confession, Ken rushed into the speech he had prepared earlier.
"In a few weeks I am going to be quitting my job here at the flower shop and I want you to come with me. Please Omi, I know you have a job or something, but isn't our love more important? I don't want to wake up alone anymore. I want us to be together maybe adopt some kids and raise a family. What do you say?" Ken couldn't even look at Omi; he kept his eyes trained on the floor.
***
Mamoru was shocked. Ken was in effect asking him to run away. What's worse, the thought had never been so appealing.
Could he really leave it all behind? Leave what behind. He really didn't have much. His mother had avoided him all his life, as if she was ashamed. Hiro would be mad, but he would get over it, Hiro could take care of himself, and Oka was the one that was pushing for this relationship in the first place. Besides, he wasn't overly attached to his job.
His job.
Less then three hours ago he had slaughtered a room full of people. They were a crime family that had become more and more powerful over the past few months. Hiro had asked Mamoru to take care of it because they had the potential to ruin what he referred to as "The Master Plan." He had been studying them for weeks, getting to the inside. He knew all of them by name.
Mamoru hadn't minded. He preferred that sort of work to the kind when he had to kill cops or moles that had gotten close to the family. He always felt guilty for killing people that were just doing their legal jobs.
But the kill had been systematic. Clean and clinical. Mamoru started to get nauseous just thinking about it. Was this what he had become? That he could think of murdering twenty-four people in cold blood casually?
He looked over at Ken. The florist/assassin made him feel clean, like maybe he wasn't the monster he thought he had become. Surly Ken wouldn't love a monster.
And now Ken was giving him an out. He could walk away and never look back; start a new life as Omi. It was really a no-brainer.
"I would love to." Ken swung around to face him and the relieved and ecstatic look on his face was all the reassurance Mamoru needed, tackling his boyfriend back onto the sofa in a heated kiss.
Later that night, downstairs. . .
"So, they're at it again."
"Hn"
"Kid's got some serious stamina to be able to keep up with Ken for so long."
(Non-committal grunt)
"They sure sound like they're having fun."
(Dignified silence)
"Hey Aya, did you ever think about"
"No" (accompanied by an icy glare which, if looks could kill {and they can if you happen to be Nagi} wouldn't have necessarily destroyed Yoji, but his nose would be bleeding profusely and he would have one hell of a migraine).
The uncomfortable silence (if you don't count the moans and swearing and thumping coming from upstairs) was broken by a knock at the door.
Manx.
Aya went to make some coffee while Yoji went upstairs to break up the two sex-crazed, foul-mouthed gerbils citing a family emergency.
***
Ken was euphoric as he floated downstairs to the mission room.
His sleeping lover waiting for him back up in his room, he was more then ready to begin what he had told Manx yesterday would probably be his last mission.
He was on top of the world.
He refused the coffee offered by Yoji, opting for a soda instead and sat looking at Manx with what can only be referred to as an I-just-had-really- great-sex-there-is-nothing-you-can-do-to-get-me-down grin.
Manx gave a knowing smirk back and turned on the mission video.
***
Mamoru smiled as he snuggled into the warmth that his lover had previously occupied. He had an out. And one hell of an out. This time next month he would be starting his new life with Ken-kun.
Things were looking up.
He was going to stay this time. When Ken got back from his "family emergency" Mamoru would be waiting with open arms (and minimal clothing).
And then his phone rang (it beeped to the tune of "Kung Foo Fighting" if you're interested)
"Mamoru, it's Hiro, I have some bad news. . .
***
"Change of plans Weiss. Before you can go after Hirofumi there is a much more dangerous target that needs to be eliminated." Ken groaned. Manx shot him a look. Persia continued. "We have recently become aware of Hirofumi's personal assassin. Unlike his father and brother, Hirofumi employs only one, but this young man is the most dangerous. He is efficient and extremely intelligent. He is also Takatori's heir if something should happen to Hirofumi. It is imperative that you destroy him before going after Hirofumi, because he would make an enemy far more dangerous then any of the Takatoris that have been in charge of the family up until now. His name is" a picture flashed across the screen of a beautiful young man with big blue eyes. Ken dropped his soda
"Omi."
***
"Oka is dead."
I know Ma-kun is on Gravitation, but Mamo-kun sounds silly to me and I consider Ma-kun a very minor character, so I didn't think it would matter. I think I only use it once more anyway. Almost done, two more chapters to go. ----------------------- [1] actual dish my sister made me, she is such a dork. It took her more then four hours just to make the matchstick potatoes she used to garnish the damn thing