Warnings: Shonen-ai, angst
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Weiß doesn't belong to me

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Chapter 01 - Happiness
Kisaragi Yuu

After the 'chat' Yohji and him occurred yesterday, it wasn't a big surprise that they didn't talk from the morning up till now.

Ken tried to sleep in the night before, he really did. But he just couldn't get some sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, the image of Aya smiling tenderly at Omi came splashing on his blurry mind. And he didn't like it at all.

That made two reasons to get grumpy. Just great.

"Ken-kun! Earth calling Ken-kun!"

/Huh?/ The soccer player looked to the source of voice.

"Ken-ku~n! You've been acting very strange lately, you daydream a lot more often than you always do. The portion of the sighs that slipped out of your lips is uncountable! Ken-kun? What's happening with you? Are you sick? Are you tired? Are you okay?"

Omi kept raining Ken with questions over questions. The older boy just couldn't help himself not to smile at his brother's act.

"I'm okay Omi, just one of those stupid aspirin pills... they've turned me into a nocturnal creature." Ken simply lied.

The blonde sighed, "those aspirins don't help. Maybe you should try another medication? Can you walk?"

Ken laughed, "Omi, don't be silly. It was just a plain headache, it's not something to worry about. I can walk, and very properly too. Do you need me to prove that to you?" he teased as he stood up. Omi giggled at that.

"Don't force yourself too much."

Coffee eyes looked to the crimson ones.

Aya's face was impassive, and the tone was very straight – not like the tone he always used to Omi... but Ken felt a funny warmth on his tummy. The grumble inside it was gone just because Aya stated something perfectly simple like that. Love was funny.

He didn't notice that a blush painted his cheeks red.

And he also didn't notice that a certain blonde realized that he was blushing for a second there.

A few seconds after that, Omi started yapping again. "Ken-kun? Aya-kun and I are going into the ski resort near Yamada Mountain around here. And I was thinking if you and Yohji-kun could come along with us..."

Ken bit his lips at the word 'us'.

"I don't know... things have been pretty hard around here and I really don't want anything else other than sleeping and get some rest... maybe sometime later?"

He knew that it was just an excuse to not see them together. Eventhough Ken's patience and toleration to the relationship in front of him was wide but there was actually limit to everything. That didn't exclude the pain he could afford.

"B-but Ken-kun, it won't be fun without you!"

A curve on his lips.

"Then it's Aya's and Yohji's job to make it fun even without me. Really sorry, Omi, but I really feel like spending the whole day in the bed. Do tell me stories when you get back okay?"

"But..."

"C'mon Omi, he already said that he didn't want to go. Don't force him." A calm voice chimed in.

The brown-eyed boy looked to the voice and smiled bitterly, as thanking the redhead wordlessly.

"I'm not coming either."

Everybody in the room turned their heads to the source of the voice—Yohji. Ken's eyes widened at the simple statement.

"Why?" That one didn't come out from Omi though, it came from a certain soccer player.

"Don't feel like it. I don't want to interrupt lovers' time together." Yohji said simply as he smiled teasingly to Omi, but in the same time sending a 'look' to Ken. Ken looked away.

"Y-Yohji-kun! Don't say that!" Omi's innocent blush rose.

"Haha, well just enjoy yourselves. I'll take care of your stupid bro okay? Don't worry and have fun, it's good for your health. When are you leaving?" the lanky playboy asked.

"Tomorrow." Aya answered.

"Hey you gotta be ready then, now go and prepare!"

"Okay Yohji-kun, thankies. Ken-kun, sure you don't wanna come?"

Ken smiled, "it's okay. Have fun 'kay? Aya, I trust my brother to you okay?"

"I will protect him."

There was a short silence on that as quietly Ken's heart was scratched again. He managed to bring up a fake smile as he shoo-ed Aya and Omi away. There was only Yohji and him in the room that night.

The wind was cold, and the small branches of the tree planted beside their flowershop were hitting the windows gently. Rattles were heard but in the same time the silence was overwhelming. That was the point where Ken couldn't take it anymore.

"So, mind explaining to me why you choose not to go?" Ken asked, trying hard not to sound opposing or something. The last thing he ever wanted now was a fight with Yohji over something not connected with the playboy at all.

"Like I said, I don't feel like it." Came the cold statement.

"Oh? I thought you like vacation? By the way, you want some coffee?" Ken rose as he made his way to the kitchen to get a cup of milk coffee—Aya's favorite which became his favorite too in a while.

Yohji followed the brunette to the kitchen, he let his shoulder bone rested on the doorsill as he crossed both of his arms and legs. He looked to the person in front of him and watched him as he made a poured down hot water in the red cup he was holding.

"Aya likes milk coffee."

Silence.

"Really? It's my fave too you know, talking about coincidence. Anyways, do you want a cup too or not?" Ken replied, hiding his shaky hand.

"Sure."

"What flavor?"

"Black."

"Got you, wait a min." the brunette said simply as he reached to get another sachet of instant coffee. The one that was black of course. He was oblivious of the burning stare behind him but he chose not to ponder on it. The headache was killing him and he really didn't have the strength to argue about anything anymore.

Then as he ripped off the sachet, a warm pair of hands hold his own cold fingers from the back.

Ken felt a sudden blush on his cheeks.

"You are shaking."

"I-I caught a flu..."

The sachet on Ken's cold fingers fell down and the contain was scattered everywhere. Thus Yohji's hands didn't show any sign that they were going to let Ken's hands go.

"Y-Yohji, let me clean the coffee or—"

"Why?"

Chocolate orbs looked up and saw sorrowful jaded ones... but he couldn't stop himself to think why was Yohji seemed to suffer a lot more than he did?

"Why do you have to sacrifice your own happiness over your brother's happiness?"

Ken bit his lips, "we talked about this, didn't we?"

"Still I couldn't stop wondering why."

"Yohji... Omi is the only family I got left, I care about him more than I care about myself. Isn't it obvious that I really want him to be happy? Omi's body is very weak too, the last thing I want to see is him suffering because of this indefinite feelings of mine."

The hands clenched stronger.

"The last thing you want to see is that, or Aya become engaged to Omi whatsoever?"

He kept quiet, "Yohji... let go of my hands."

"No."

"Yohji..."

"No."

"Yohji!"

"Ken! Why is it have to be Omi? What did you do so wrong that you deserve this kind of punishment?! Why in the hell it gotta be Aya that you're in love with?!" Yohji snapped.

"I don't know!" Ken snapped back as he tried damn hard not to let the tears go out. "Then let me ask you back, why are you so concerned with this?! This has nothing to do with you! Just stay out of this!!"

"I can't."

"Why not?!" Ken was hysterical, he was just starting to lose his temper since he didn't understand anything anymore.

Emerald green eyes looked down, it was a sincere look and Ken felt something different from the man in front of him. As like buying time, Yohji bit his own lips gently as he answered the question. The answer that changed everything.

"Because I love you."

Silence.

Ken looked to Yohji's eyes as his mouth was still opened and he just couldn't get it closed.

Looking at the boy, he repeated himself without losing his grip on Ken's hands, "I love you. That's why I can't turn away my head from this matter since it involved you and your feelings, which are important for me although it seemed to lose their meaning to you."

"B-But I..." he talked in a hush as he found his voice back. Suddenly he felt his throat was wearing dry.

"I know. And I'm not asking for an answer, thus just like how you want Omi to be happy, I want you to be happy too. You deserve the same happiness with Omi, which is why I don't like the idea Omi is happy and you're not.

He looked up to Yohji, the playboy didn't show any sign that he was joking at all.

Then he looked down, lost to Yohji's honesty. Deep in the corner of his heart, he envied Yohji for his honesty. He wished he could be as half as brave as him.

"I'm serious about this. I'm not expecting for an answer but I do believe I can treat you better than Aya."

Ken felt a sting on his heart by the name 'Aya'.

"I really don't know..."

Yohji looked over the boy in front of him before he gently let his hands go, instead he grabbed Ken's shoulders with a gentleness that bewitched Ken a little. Jade eyes stared straight to the brown ones as Yohji drew himself closer to Ken. Ken's heart started to bump a little bit louder.

Then he kissed his forehead.

Ken blushed, as he felt Yohji's lips and was so surprised that they were soft and warm. As Yohji unattached his lips from Ken, he completely let go of the Siberian and took a step back as he whispered, "think about it."

His lips curved into a faint smile to Ken as he cleaned the fallen sachet and went out of the kitchen.

Ken felt his limbs were taken away from him as he let himself fell and sat on the floor. He touched his own forehead and still could feel Yohji's gentleness and warmness on the simple small spot.

"I don't know..." he whispered to himself.

"Aya." Came the voice of Yohji from the outside of the kitchen.

Ken felt he was just struck by a thunder as he froze. Then Yohji's voice chimed again, "since when were you standing in there?"

"Just now." Aya's deep voice replied.

Ken rushed out of the kitchen and saw Aya, but without Omi. Aya seemed to forget something and came back to get it, but he saw everything, Ken thought. /He saw everything./ He felt a sudden chill to his own body.

"Did you see and hear everything?" Yohji asked, his tone was flat.

"No." Aya's tone was just as flat as Yohji. "It has nothing to do with me anyway, it's up to you guys." He simply stated again as he made his way out of the flowershop, leaving a note that he wanted Ken to lock up the flowershop.

Yohji's fists were clenching as like stabbing his own skin, then he turned to Ken.

Yohji widened his eyes.

Ken was standing still, his face was impassive but tears flew out from his eyes. Fresh tears, lips parted, but nothing came out from those lips. Yohji felt a stab on his heart.

"Ken..."

He called his name softly but the brunette didn't say anything. Thus the silent tears kept flowing. The lanky playboy made his way to the brunette and held him tight.

"Yes Yohji..." he asked in a whisper, "why does it have to be Aya...?"

It was another night in the busy city of Tokyo, and the wind was blowing coldly. Thus no matter how cold it got, it could never freeze a wounded heart.

TBC~