Patched up Love
Disclaimer- This idea just walked into my head on day during Chemistry, amplified itself during German, and then last weekend while shopping in Hot Topic (great store) and then after reading Boy Meets Boy. I barrowed some ideas from that (The landlady (in this case landlord) from hell mostly)
Ken walked down the street humming slightly to himself. Today was the day he was going to meet his dream girl. He knew using that dating hotline/service was a risk (he heard some of the horror stories from some of his friends) but he felt this was a risk worth taking. He knew he was in love the moment he read her bio on line. "Sweet, charming, an artistic flair, likes trying new things, and loves the winter." From the way she described herself Ken pictured a cute, quiet girl who was a little on the shy side, did ballet, and loved classical artwork.
"Ok, Fifth Street, turn right. Forth building on the right, Apartment 438," he said looking at the directions she sent him while they set their date today.
He stopped walking and stared up at the building, it looked a little run down, but the rent must have been cheap. Somehow Ken couldn't picture his dream girl living here, but whatever.
"Can I help you?"
Ken jumped and turned to see a young woman in her early twenties decked out in Goth wear.
"Can I help you? You don't seem the type to hang 'round here," she said indicating Ken's outfit of slacks and a blue oxford, which to Ken didn't seem to unusual.
"Ah yes, I'm here to pick up-"
The woman decided to ignore him and look at the paper that Ken was holding. "Hey, so you're the guy . . ." she smiled at him. "Come on Omi's been expecting you. I can't how excited . . ."
Ken blocked off the rest of the girls babbling to mentally prepare himself for meeting his dream girl. He fished in his pocket to make sure he still had the gift he was going to give her and got it out. I'm ready for this, he thought, I'm ready.
"Well, here we are. I have band rehearsal to be at." And she left.
"Alright Ken you can do this. You're the best goalie on the college soccer team, you have girls coming up to you all the time, don't worry you can do this . . ."
The door opened just as Ken was going to knock causing him to fall forward a little but he caught himself with the door frame. He looked up to see the most beautiful blue eye he had ever seen.
"Hi, you must be Ken," the eye's owner chirped.
"Yes, and you're Omi, right?" asked Ken, not taking his eyes off of Omi's cherub-like face. 'Gods she's beautiful,' he thought
Omi nodded, "Yup, I'm almost ready, come in and wait while I finishing put my laundry away."
Ken followed and closed the door behind him. He took a look around the apartment, it was a little messy with computer gadgets and random pieces of artwork and anime posters were on the walls, Noir, Gundam Wing, Naruto, X, and Tokyo Babylon to name a few, most were shounen titles that Ken enjoyed himself.
"So, how old are you? Nineteen?" Ken asked trying to make conversation while Omi was in the kitchen folding some clothes.
"No, I'm seventeen," Omi said as a Bombay walked across the table and knocked a bottle of Code Red Mountain dew all over Omi. "Damn it Mamoru, bad cat." Giving a sigh Omi examined the damage down before pulling it off.
Ken stared as his dream girl pulled off her shirt to revile a), she didn't wear a bra, and b) which took a few more seconds to register but hit home all the same, his dream girl was a guy.
"What?" Omi asked he noticed Ken staring at him.
"You're a . . . a guy."
"And you didn't know that from my bio how?"
Ken shook his head to try to clear his thoughts. "I must've overlooked it. I put what my preferences were, answered that survey and you were the on the top of the list, 97% match or something."
Omi giggled a little, "The other three percent must be I'm a guy, and I'm gay." He picked out a fresh t-shirt, a black one that had the words 'Wat up Ninja?' pulled out a pair of baggy jeans and pulled them over his gym shorts. "So are we still going to see the new Matrix movie or should we just forget about the whole thing?"
Ken set the pendent down on the arm of the couch and got to his feet to allow more oxygen into his confused mind, "I think it best if we did forget about the whole thing, I'm straight, you're not a girl, and . . . yeah." He walked over to the door, "It's not that you creep me out or anything it's just, I've never met some who was gay before, and I'm just a little uncomfortable with . . . I'm making things worse aren't I?" Omi nodded. "I'll just leave. Bye." And he left.
Omi let out a sigh, "Damn, and he was cute too." He gave another sigh, "I don't know what girls mean when they say all the cute guys are gay, I haven't found one."
"Meow?"
"You said it."
************
"Hey Omi, you in there?" Juri asked as she knocked on Omi's door.
"Hai. Just come on in."
Juri walked in to find Omi typing away at his computer, "So, how's it go? The guy was cute." She flung herself on to the couch and Omi turned to face her from his computer chair.
"Yeah he was. And he was straight."
Juri blinked, "What?"
"He's straight, hetro, normal, any other way I can put it?"
"Um . . . didn't he know you were a guy?"
"He got a little too excited when he found that I was an almost perfect match and overlooked that small fact." Omi said with a sigh. "Such is life."
"Well, I'm sure you'll find someone. Hey what's this?" She picked up the pendent that Ken left, "Pretty, something that a jock would get for his preppy girlfriend." She held it out, "Want it? It was for you after all."
Omi reached over and took it. It was a freesia, the petals were made out of gold, the stem was some green metal, and it had tiny rubies in the center representing the anther. "Hey, he guessed my favorite flower." He pocketed it, "It must be expensive. I'll give it back to him or something."
Juri swung her legs over the side of the couch, got up and made for the door, "Whatever." She opened the door to hear two angry voices and a third trying to calm them down. "Yoji and Ran are fighting again. And it looks like Shun's the mediator this time." She sighed and left.
***************
A week followed and Omi made no effort to contact Ken to give him the pendent back, but carried it with him all the time. Ken pushed the memory deep into his subconscious and didn't tell anyone about it.
Sunday rolled around; Omi was out to lunch at a semi-fast food place with one of his neighbors, Fujimiya Aya.
"So Yoji won't talk to Niichan until he apologizes, but Niichan thinks Yoji should pay for the hole in the wall, which Shun made and Shun is paying for. But Niichan thinks Yoji should pay for as it was the cord for his guitar that Shun tripped over, and that's basically it."
Omi sipped his drink while he thought, "Well, once it's fixed they should be fine, so just let them work it out themselves." He paused for a moment, "And call the cops when Ran-kun tries to skewer Yoji-kun. Like what we did last month."
Aya nodded, "I guess that sounds like a good idea."
They ate a few minuets in silence when some of the dinner's new customers walked in. They were three college students, looked like members of a sports team with one of them carrying an athletic bag. One of them turned around and there was Ken.
"This is so cliché," Omi said under his breath.
"What?"
"Remember the date I had set up that turned out to be a bust?"
"Yeah," Aya said as she took a bite of hamburger.
"He just walked in."
Giggling, Aya wiped her mouth, "Maybe it's fate. He did get you a pendent of your favorite flower, and now here he is."
"You have a strange sense of humor."
A waitress came over to the college boys and led them over to the table in front of Omi. One sat on the side next to Aya, Ken and the other boy sat on the other, with Ken facing Omi.
"This sucks."
"Cute college boys. Do you think Niichan would mind if I snagged one of them?"
"Yes he would, but I'm not stopping you," Omi said with a sly smile.
"Which one's Ken?" Aya asked eyeing the students out of the corner of her eye, "I don't want to come between you two."
"He's not mine, you can have him."
Aya turned around in her seat and leaned over the booth, "Hello," She said with a bright smile.
"Hey," said the boy sitting next to Ken, "What's a cutie like you want with us?" He returned her smile with a sly one.
"Oh, nothing really, I was just," she gave Omi a smirk, "wondering if you three wanted to go out on the town with me and my friend here, he's a cutie if you're into boys."
"Aya!" Omi hissed and tried to kick her. "I'm not interested!"
Aya giggled, "Aw, don't worry 'bout him, he's shy. What do you say?"
Ken looked over Aya's shoulder and froze. "Ah . . . hi Omi." This had the affect of making his two friends look at him.
Uncomfortable with attention Omi began to fidget, "Uh, hello Ken-san."
"You know him?" one of Ken's friends asked.
Omi felt his face turn red, 'Oh shit,' he thought 'What am I going to do?'
***********
Alright that's done. I never tried to do a romance with no action/supernatural elements as main plot movers, let's see how this turns out.
Disclaimer- This idea just walked into my head on day during Chemistry, amplified itself during German, and then last weekend while shopping in Hot Topic (great store) and then after reading Boy Meets Boy. I barrowed some ideas from that (The landlady (in this case landlord) from hell mostly)
Ken walked down the street humming slightly to himself. Today was the day he was going to meet his dream girl. He knew using that dating hotline/service was a risk (he heard some of the horror stories from some of his friends) but he felt this was a risk worth taking. He knew he was in love the moment he read her bio on line. "Sweet, charming, an artistic flair, likes trying new things, and loves the winter." From the way she described herself Ken pictured a cute, quiet girl who was a little on the shy side, did ballet, and loved classical artwork.
"Ok, Fifth Street, turn right. Forth building on the right, Apartment 438," he said looking at the directions she sent him while they set their date today.
He stopped walking and stared up at the building, it looked a little run down, but the rent must have been cheap. Somehow Ken couldn't picture his dream girl living here, but whatever.
"Can I help you?"
Ken jumped and turned to see a young woman in her early twenties decked out in Goth wear.
"Can I help you? You don't seem the type to hang 'round here," she said indicating Ken's outfit of slacks and a blue oxford, which to Ken didn't seem to unusual.
"Ah yes, I'm here to pick up-"
The woman decided to ignore him and look at the paper that Ken was holding. "Hey, so you're the guy . . ." she smiled at him. "Come on Omi's been expecting you. I can't how excited . . ."
Ken blocked off the rest of the girls babbling to mentally prepare himself for meeting his dream girl. He fished in his pocket to make sure he still had the gift he was going to give her and got it out. I'm ready for this, he thought, I'm ready.
"Well, here we are. I have band rehearsal to be at." And she left.
"Alright Ken you can do this. You're the best goalie on the college soccer team, you have girls coming up to you all the time, don't worry you can do this . . ."
The door opened just as Ken was going to knock causing him to fall forward a little but he caught himself with the door frame. He looked up to see the most beautiful blue eye he had ever seen.
"Hi, you must be Ken," the eye's owner chirped.
"Yes, and you're Omi, right?" asked Ken, not taking his eyes off of Omi's cherub-like face. 'Gods she's beautiful,' he thought
Omi nodded, "Yup, I'm almost ready, come in and wait while I finishing put my laundry away."
Ken followed and closed the door behind him. He took a look around the apartment, it was a little messy with computer gadgets and random pieces of artwork and anime posters were on the walls, Noir, Gundam Wing, Naruto, X, and Tokyo Babylon to name a few, most were shounen titles that Ken enjoyed himself.
"So, how old are you? Nineteen?" Ken asked trying to make conversation while Omi was in the kitchen folding some clothes.
"No, I'm seventeen," Omi said as a Bombay walked across the table and knocked a bottle of Code Red Mountain dew all over Omi. "Damn it Mamoru, bad cat." Giving a sigh Omi examined the damage down before pulling it off.
Ken stared as his dream girl pulled off her shirt to revile a), she didn't wear a bra, and b) which took a few more seconds to register but hit home all the same, his dream girl was a guy.
"What?" Omi asked he noticed Ken staring at him.
"You're a . . . a guy."
"And you didn't know that from my bio how?"
Ken shook his head to try to clear his thoughts. "I must've overlooked it. I put what my preferences were, answered that survey and you were the on the top of the list, 97% match or something."
Omi giggled a little, "The other three percent must be I'm a guy, and I'm gay." He picked out a fresh t-shirt, a black one that had the words 'Wat up Ninja?' pulled out a pair of baggy jeans and pulled them over his gym shorts. "So are we still going to see the new Matrix movie or should we just forget about the whole thing?"
Ken set the pendent down on the arm of the couch and got to his feet to allow more oxygen into his confused mind, "I think it best if we did forget about the whole thing, I'm straight, you're not a girl, and . . . yeah." He walked over to the door, "It's not that you creep me out or anything it's just, I've never met some who was gay before, and I'm just a little uncomfortable with . . . I'm making things worse aren't I?" Omi nodded. "I'll just leave. Bye." And he left.
Omi let out a sigh, "Damn, and he was cute too." He gave another sigh, "I don't know what girls mean when they say all the cute guys are gay, I haven't found one."
"Meow?"
"You said it."
************
"Hey Omi, you in there?" Juri asked as she knocked on Omi's door.
"Hai. Just come on in."
Juri walked in to find Omi typing away at his computer, "So, how's it go? The guy was cute." She flung herself on to the couch and Omi turned to face her from his computer chair.
"Yeah he was. And he was straight."
Juri blinked, "What?"
"He's straight, hetro, normal, any other way I can put it?"
"Um . . . didn't he know you were a guy?"
"He got a little too excited when he found that I was an almost perfect match and overlooked that small fact." Omi said with a sigh. "Such is life."
"Well, I'm sure you'll find someone. Hey what's this?" She picked up the pendent that Ken left, "Pretty, something that a jock would get for his preppy girlfriend." She held it out, "Want it? It was for you after all."
Omi reached over and took it. It was a freesia, the petals were made out of gold, the stem was some green metal, and it had tiny rubies in the center representing the anther. "Hey, he guessed my favorite flower." He pocketed it, "It must be expensive. I'll give it back to him or something."
Juri swung her legs over the side of the couch, got up and made for the door, "Whatever." She opened the door to hear two angry voices and a third trying to calm them down. "Yoji and Ran are fighting again. And it looks like Shun's the mediator this time." She sighed and left.
***************
A week followed and Omi made no effort to contact Ken to give him the pendent back, but carried it with him all the time. Ken pushed the memory deep into his subconscious and didn't tell anyone about it.
Sunday rolled around; Omi was out to lunch at a semi-fast food place with one of his neighbors, Fujimiya Aya.
"So Yoji won't talk to Niichan until he apologizes, but Niichan thinks Yoji should pay for the hole in the wall, which Shun made and Shun is paying for. But Niichan thinks Yoji should pay for as it was the cord for his guitar that Shun tripped over, and that's basically it."
Omi sipped his drink while he thought, "Well, once it's fixed they should be fine, so just let them work it out themselves." He paused for a moment, "And call the cops when Ran-kun tries to skewer Yoji-kun. Like what we did last month."
Aya nodded, "I guess that sounds like a good idea."
They ate a few minuets in silence when some of the dinner's new customers walked in. They were three college students, looked like members of a sports team with one of them carrying an athletic bag. One of them turned around and there was Ken.
"This is so cliché," Omi said under his breath.
"What?"
"Remember the date I had set up that turned out to be a bust?"
"Yeah," Aya said as she took a bite of hamburger.
"He just walked in."
Giggling, Aya wiped her mouth, "Maybe it's fate. He did get you a pendent of your favorite flower, and now here he is."
"You have a strange sense of humor."
A waitress came over to the college boys and led them over to the table in front of Omi. One sat on the side next to Aya, Ken and the other boy sat on the other, with Ken facing Omi.
"This sucks."
"Cute college boys. Do you think Niichan would mind if I snagged one of them?"
"Yes he would, but I'm not stopping you," Omi said with a sly smile.
"Which one's Ken?" Aya asked eyeing the students out of the corner of her eye, "I don't want to come between you two."
"He's not mine, you can have him."
Aya turned around in her seat and leaned over the booth, "Hello," She said with a bright smile.
"Hey," said the boy sitting next to Ken, "What's a cutie like you want with us?" He returned her smile with a sly one.
"Oh, nothing really, I was just," she gave Omi a smirk, "wondering if you three wanted to go out on the town with me and my friend here, he's a cutie if you're into boys."
"Aya!" Omi hissed and tried to kick her. "I'm not interested!"
Aya giggled, "Aw, don't worry 'bout him, he's shy. What do you say?"
Ken looked over Aya's shoulder and froze. "Ah . . . hi Omi." This had the affect of making his two friends look at him.
Uncomfortable with attention Omi began to fidget, "Uh, hello Ken-san."
"You know him?" one of Ken's friends asked.
Omi felt his face turn red, 'Oh shit,' he thought 'What am I going to do?'
***********
Alright that's done. I never tried to do a romance with no action/supernatural elements as main plot movers, let's see how this turns out.