Chapter 4: "Oculatus" (Amazing eyes)

Ken wasn't sure whether he should be scared or aroused. The redhead had the piercing look of a tiger and the cloudy look of lust. Ken felt like they were glued- teal and violet stuck together in a battle of who was going to turn away from the other first.

And then, Ken realized that Aya had averted his gaze from his eyes... to the rest of his body. Siberian and Yohji studied closely as those menacing eyes took in every curve, abscess, and muscle of Ken's defined chest. But before he could realize what Aya was doing- he blinked.

Aya blinked several times and shook his head out of the trance.

Ken wasn't sure if he was liking this attention. Then again, he also wasn't certain whether or not Yohij's notions about Aya liking him were true, or if he was studying him for another scheme- like his demise or something. Being loved or being killed? Ken really hoped Yohji was right.

Unfortunately, Yohji chose that exact moment in time to have some fun.

A sweatdrop formed on Ken's head when Yohji licked the rim of his ear and laid a hand across his chest. Then he hoped to God that this was just another one of his tests. Then again, what if Yohji was right about Aya's feelings? He really didn't want to see Aya's katana embedded into Yohji's body. But once Yohji started, there was really no stopping him.

The wethead was starting to get a little irritated. What was he anyway, an assassin or a home wrecker?

Omi just stared in confusion at the scene. He wasn't sure whether to cry, laugh, or punch Yohji. But somehow, the look on his face claimed that it wouldn't be hard to do all three of them. He wasn't exactly sure what he was supposed to do- stop Yohji? ..Nah, he'll just wait to see what happened. After all, if Yohji really loved him he'd only be doing that for fun, right?

Aya though, wasn't even close to being as amused as Yohji or Omi was. In fact, Ken could swear another few hundred wrinkles were going to be permanently set in to his forehead. Annoyance started to take over Ken's feelings. What the hell was he supposed to do, read Aya's thoughts? He never tells me anything. Ken thought as he looked at Aya's contorted face. It was obvious there was something wrong, but how was he supposed to tell what it was? Was it because Yohji was acting like an idiot? Was it because Aya really did like him? Or he was making him angry? Was it because of the holes he put in the wall? Omi's food was giving him indigestion? Whatever it was, the redhead certainly wasn't letting his fellow Weiß member know. And Ken was getting tired of playing these games.

"Why do you keep staring at me like that?! Is there a problem?" Ken pushed Yohji away roughly and banged his fists on the table. "If you have something to say to me, say it now."

Aya watched the little water droplets from Ken's hair fly across the table when he banged his fists against it. His eyes shifted to Yohji who was on the floor and a bit angry and furrowed his eyebrows. Aya looked at Omi as if he was going to find some sort of answer. He wasn't completely sure how to respond to that question…

Yohji adjusted his crooked sunglasses and climbed back into his seat. "No need to get hostile now, KenKen. I was just playing around."

Ken tugged at his hair and lost it.

"I don't WANT to play around!! I'm tired of playing around!! I'm tired of your stupid concepts and ideas and I'm tired of listening to you! I just want things to go back to the way they used to be!"

With that, he ran up the stairs, leaving just a trail of water behind.

The three others just stared at each other in bewilderment, not sure whether to chase after Ken or leave him be.

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Ken fell on his bed with a thud and buried his face in his pillow. He wasn't certain whether he wanted to cry or be angry. But maybe that was part of love? After all, love is a mixture of all kinds of feelings- he just wasn't sure which one he wanted to be feeling right now. Ken was weary of all these games that Aya was playing. And Yohji, for that matter. He didn't want to be stressed out anymore.

After all, it's okay to be angry at someone you love, right?

But, he did wish that things were the way they used to be. Even though he liked having peace, at least things were somewhat normal when they still had missions to venture on. In any case, he didn't have time to get confused with all these feelings back then, did he?

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"I don't think I have the stomach to eat anything anymore." Omi stated with a disgusted face as he pushed back his plate with his index finger.

After that ordeal, I don't think any of them really could eat anything.

Aya just stared at the pasta with an angry face on, as if somehow the noodles had offended him. The redhead wasn't sure what he was feeling either; perhaps annoyance at himself for being concerned, or just generally pissed off at Ken for making a scene. He never understood that boy, for whatever reason he always seemed different than any of the others. He had such emotions and cared about so many things- and even Omi wasn't that emotional. Just usually when it came to him and Yohji. Nevertheless, Aya was curious as to what was bugging the robust soccer star. It's not like he really had anything to worry about, right?

"Aya, you going to eat anything?" Yohji's voice cut into his thoughts and Aya looked up into his frowning face.

Even if he wouldn't admit it, Yohji did feel a little bad about how he embarrassed Ken. And that was a step, because usually embarrassing people was one of Yohji's favorite pastimes.

Aya stood up and pushed his chair in as an answer to his friend's question. Without a word he scraped his food into the trash and put his plate into the sink. With Omi and his koi watching his every move, Aya took a quick glance at the moon outside before making his way up the winding staircase.

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The pillow that Ken had over his head blocked out a lot of noise, and he was damn grateful for that. He really didn't feel like hearing Yohji or anyone else complain or bitch at him. Ken really didn't get annoyed easily, but that was one thing that bothered him.

But, the pillow didn't block out the quiet tapping coming from his door.

Ken grunted and threw the pillow at the doorknob. The individual on the other side took that thump as an indication that it was okay to come inside.

Oh God, what is it now?

But to Ken's surprise, when he looked up, it wasn't Yohji coming to bitch or Omi trying to console.

Instead, it was an intimidating redhead, who insisted on putting him into shock again with his dangerous violet eyes.

"Basium dano ops redimio animus pro infinitio."