Summer Vacation
By Sakura Misaki
@Day Three@
/Ken's POV/
This is not good. So not good. I mentally smack myself hundreds of time but I'm still not satisfied. I'm a total baka! Aya's going to kill me!! With that thought I run out of the room to save myself. I don't wanna be in the same place I was earlier when Aya wake up. I was sleeping in his arms, snuggling at him!! If he finds out ... better not to think about it.
I am only wearing a loose T-shirt and a pair of boxer as I walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Man, I'm doomed. Hope he doesn't know about it or else... I have to write my will and say goodbye to all my dear friends 'cause the love of my life kills me.
"What are you doing here, Ken-kun?"
Omi to the rescue! Maybe if I talk to him ... I give him a smile and tell him what happened.
"What?! You were sleeping on Aya-kun's bed?! That's great!"
Maybe not. I regret telling him now. "No, it's not good, Omi. Do you think he will find out?"
"I don't think so." I am sighing in relief when he continues, "but Aya-kun has a great sense."
"That's very relieving, Omi," I say sarcastically. What a good friend he is to comfort me like that.
"But, Ken-kun, I don't know you're a sleepwalker."
"I am not!! I recall waking up in the middle of the night because of ... um ... nightmare and I don't remember anything anymore!! If I were a sleepwalker, why did I have to go to ... him?!"
He gives me a you-know-why look. I pretend I don't see it. He knows. "'Cause you love him."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!"
"Hey, cut it out!! Someone is trying to get some sleep here!!" comes Youji's voice from the second level. His head plops out from behind the door.
"Sorry, Yotan."
I don't know whether he has given up trying to get a decent sleep or he sees my condition right now that makes him come downstairs to the kitchen. "I need my beautiful sleep."
"So why do you come here? You can sleep as long as you want."
He grabs his mug and makes coffee. "Do you think I can sleep with you two talking loudly here? Anyway, do you want to leave me out of this? That's so mean of you, Kenken. I've helped you this far and this is how I get repaid?"
"Don't make this sound that bad. Anyway, you did nothing to help me, Yotan."
"That's so harsh, Kenken. I'm hurt. Omi, help me." He hugs his shoulders. Omi blushes. I laugh.
"You two are so cute together!"
"Ken-kun!"
"Hey!!" Youji smacks my head. I attempt to hit him but he ducks. Then I hear the door upstairs is opened. Aya comes out with ruffled hair.
*****
/Aya's POV/
I wake up without a sign of Ken in the room. I smile, remembering how cute he was last night. He screamed in his sleep so I woke him up. He sobbed, cried at my shoulder as I hugged him. I still remember his scent, how his hair smelled last night and how soft it was when I ran my fingers through it.
He whimpered. I hugged him closer, trying to wipe his fear away. I pushed him down to his bed but he didn't want to let me go so I picked him up and laid him on my bed. I lied next to him. He muttered something then he turned to me, burying his face on my chest. I couldn't resist him, not when he's so cute and so adorable like last night. So I lowered my face and peck him on the lips. He tasted sweet. I'll never forget last night.
So, he woke up and found us in that position, he ran away. God, Ken. You can be so shy. I smile at myself. Now I'm turning into a stranger, even for me. My icy exterior has broken, revealing the old me. Fujimiya Ran. And it's all thank's to Ken.
I hear voices from downstairs. Ken and Omi's to be exact. Youji's screaming from his room. If he screams like that, I can't sleep too. Anyway, I'm awake, so it doesn't matter to me. Sighing, I get up from my bed and walk out.
When they see me, they stop talking. I notice Ken's trying so hard to hide his blush. Hardly. I ignore him and pour some coffee into my mug.
"Ohayou, Aya-kun!!"
"Hn."
He doesn't seem discouraged by my snort. When he does? I shake my head at the antics of my youngest teammate. So far, he's the only one who greets me 'Good morning'. I see Youji's busy stirring at his coffee and Ken turns his back on me. He doesn't dare to look at my face, not to mention my eyes. I intentionally brush against his hand on my way outside. His face is as red as a tomato. Very cute.
I ignore him and go to sit on a wooden chair at the terrace. Reading a newspaper, I sip my coffee once in a while. I'm oblivious to what happen in the cabin but as far as I'm concerned, Youji's not trying to kill Ken or Omi for waking him up this early in the morning nor they're talking about me. I can hear the birds chirping happily. So peaceful. Maybe it's better being a bird than being me. Being a bird, I could spread my wings and flew to whatever places I wanna go to. Even from this cruel fate of being an assassin. I shake my head lightly. No, it's not a time to think about it and regretting my choice of life. It'll only get more miserable.
"Ne, Aya-kun, is there anything wrong?"
I look up to see Omi frowning at me. His eyes filled with concerned. "No, it's nothing."
"You can always talk to us."
"... Okay."
He leaves my soundless, just like when he approaches me. Omi is a good kid. I'm no longer concern about his family lineage with Takatori Reiji. I realize it's not wise to hate all the Takatori since the only one who's been a pain in my neck is that ruthless Takatori Reiji. Well, his other sons did a great deal with my temper, but Omi and Persia are fine. I've been acting like a child all this time.
Taking a last sip of my coffee, I turn my attention back to the newspaper. Again, I hear footsteps behind me. An ungraceful, but easily recognizable ones. Ken. Another distraction.
I pretend I don't see him, instead I continue reading my newspaper as if no one's there. He sits on the wooden chair next to the one I'm sitting. He repeatedly clenches and unclenches his fists. Looks like he's trying to start a conversation with me.
"Um ... Aya ..."
"Hn."
"...Did you... did you ... know what happened last night? ... What did I do?"
"Last night? Nope." I smirk.
"Yes, you know it! Come on, tell me, Aya."
"Why? It's not important."
"Well ... maybe not but ..."
"But you don't want me to get a chance to humiliate you. Ken, I'm not Youji. I'm not going to blackmail you."
"But ... I just wanna know."
"It's not important. End of story."
He is speechless. I'm rude, I know. But that's me. Face it. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't leave. He sits there, looking at nothing in particular. Anything but me. I grab my mug and leave him there. He doesn't seem to notice my departure since he just wears that blank look in his eyes.
"Aya-kun," Omi calls me when he sees me putting my mug on the kitchen table, "Whatever happens between you and Ken-kun, ... please don't hate him."
I don't know what to say. Nodding, I say. "I can't hate him, Omi. I can't even if I want to."
******* TBC *******
Author's Note : Wow! I can't believe you're actually
reviewing my story. Thanks! I love you!! Please continue
read these. I hope I'm not disappointing you.
By Sakura Misaki
@Day Three@
/Ken's POV/
This is not good. So not good. I mentally smack myself hundreds of time but I'm still not satisfied. I'm a total baka! Aya's going to kill me!! With that thought I run out of the room to save myself. I don't wanna be in the same place I was earlier when Aya wake up. I was sleeping in his arms, snuggling at him!! If he finds out ... better not to think about it.
I am only wearing a loose T-shirt and a pair of boxer as I walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Man, I'm doomed. Hope he doesn't know about it or else... I have to write my will and say goodbye to all my dear friends 'cause the love of my life kills me.
"What are you doing here, Ken-kun?"
Omi to the rescue! Maybe if I talk to him ... I give him a smile and tell him what happened.
"What?! You were sleeping on Aya-kun's bed?! That's great!"
Maybe not. I regret telling him now. "No, it's not good, Omi. Do you think he will find out?"
"I don't think so." I am sighing in relief when he continues, "but Aya-kun has a great sense."
"That's very relieving, Omi," I say sarcastically. What a good friend he is to comfort me like that.
"But, Ken-kun, I don't know you're a sleepwalker."
"I am not!! I recall waking up in the middle of the night because of ... um ... nightmare and I don't remember anything anymore!! If I were a sleepwalker, why did I have to go to ... him?!"
He gives me a you-know-why look. I pretend I don't see it. He knows. "'Cause you love him."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!"
"Hey, cut it out!! Someone is trying to get some sleep here!!" comes Youji's voice from the second level. His head plops out from behind the door.
"Sorry, Yotan."
I don't know whether he has given up trying to get a decent sleep or he sees my condition right now that makes him come downstairs to the kitchen. "I need my beautiful sleep."
"So why do you come here? You can sleep as long as you want."
He grabs his mug and makes coffee. "Do you think I can sleep with you two talking loudly here? Anyway, do you want to leave me out of this? That's so mean of you, Kenken. I've helped you this far and this is how I get repaid?"
"Don't make this sound that bad. Anyway, you did nothing to help me, Yotan."
"That's so harsh, Kenken. I'm hurt. Omi, help me." He hugs his shoulders. Omi blushes. I laugh.
"You two are so cute together!"
"Ken-kun!"
"Hey!!" Youji smacks my head. I attempt to hit him but he ducks. Then I hear the door upstairs is opened. Aya comes out with ruffled hair.
*****
/Aya's POV/
I wake up without a sign of Ken in the room. I smile, remembering how cute he was last night. He screamed in his sleep so I woke him up. He sobbed, cried at my shoulder as I hugged him. I still remember his scent, how his hair smelled last night and how soft it was when I ran my fingers through it.
He whimpered. I hugged him closer, trying to wipe his fear away. I pushed him down to his bed but he didn't want to let me go so I picked him up and laid him on my bed. I lied next to him. He muttered something then he turned to me, burying his face on my chest. I couldn't resist him, not when he's so cute and so adorable like last night. So I lowered my face and peck him on the lips. He tasted sweet. I'll never forget last night.
So, he woke up and found us in that position, he ran away. God, Ken. You can be so shy. I smile at myself. Now I'm turning into a stranger, even for me. My icy exterior has broken, revealing the old me. Fujimiya Ran. And it's all thank's to Ken.
I hear voices from downstairs. Ken and Omi's to be exact. Youji's screaming from his room. If he screams like that, I can't sleep too. Anyway, I'm awake, so it doesn't matter to me. Sighing, I get up from my bed and walk out.
When they see me, they stop talking. I notice Ken's trying so hard to hide his blush. Hardly. I ignore him and pour some coffee into my mug.
"Ohayou, Aya-kun!!"
"Hn."
He doesn't seem discouraged by my snort. When he does? I shake my head at the antics of my youngest teammate. So far, he's the only one who greets me 'Good morning'. I see Youji's busy stirring at his coffee and Ken turns his back on me. He doesn't dare to look at my face, not to mention my eyes. I intentionally brush against his hand on my way outside. His face is as red as a tomato. Very cute.
I ignore him and go to sit on a wooden chair at the terrace. Reading a newspaper, I sip my coffee once in a while. I'm oblivious to what happen in the cabin but as far as I'm concerned, Youji's not trying to kill Ken or Omi for waking him up this early in the morning nor they're talking about me. I can hear the birds chirping happily. So peaceful. Maybe it's better being a bird than being me. Being a bird, I could spread my wings and flew to whatever places I wanna go to. Even from this cruel fate of being an assassin. I shake my head lightly. No, it's not a time to think about it and regretting my choice of life. It'll only get more miserable.
"Ne, Aya-kun, is there anything wrong?"
I look up to see Omi frowning at me. His eyes filled with concerned. "No, it's nothing."
"You can always talk to us."
"... Okay."
He leaves my soundless, just like when he approaches me. Omi is a good kid. I'm no longer concern about his family lineage with Takatori Reiji. I realize it's not wise to hate all the Takatori since the only one who's been a pain in my neck is that ruthless Takatori Reiji. Well, his other sons did a great deal with my temper, but Omi and Persia are fine. I've been acting like a child all this time.
Taking a last sip of my coffee, I turn my attention back to the newspaper. Again, I hear footsteps behind me. An ungraceful, but easily recognizable ones. Ken. Another distraction.
I pretend I don't see him, instead I continue reading my newspaper as if no one's there. He sits on the wooden chair next to the one I'm sitting. He repeatedly clenches and unclenches his fists. Looks like he's trying to start a conversation with me.
"Um ... Aya ..."
"Hn."
"...Did you... did you ... know what happened last night? ... What did I do?"
"Last night? Nope." I smirk.
"Yes, you know it! Come on, tell me, Aya."
"Why? It's not important."
"Well ... maybe not but ..."
"But you don't want me to get a chance to humiliate you. Ken, I'm not Youji. I'm not going to blackmail you."
"But ... I just wanna know."
"It's not important. End of story."
He is speechless. I'm rude, I know. But that's me. Face it. He doesn't say anything, but he doesn't leave. He sits there, looking at nothing in particular. Anything but me. I grab my mug and leave him there. He doesn't seem to notice my departure since he just wears that blank look in his eyes.
"Aya-kun," Omi calls me when he sees me putting my mug on the kitchen table, "Whatever happens between you and Ken-kun, ... please don't hate him."
I don't know what to say. Nodding, I say. "I can't hate him, Omi. I can't even if I want to."
******* TBC *******
Author's Note : Wow! I can't believe you're actually
reviewing my story. Thanks! I love you!! Please continue
read these. I hope I'm not disappointing you.