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Warning: Mild language, violence, sexual content between males, and disturbing imagery. If any of this bothers you, do not read.

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Switching Sweaters:

Sister

Ken woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs. He got dressed before heading downstairs to see who was cooking. Aya was sitting at the table reading a newspaper, Youji was drinking a cup of coffee, and he could see Omi was making breakfast in the kitchen. It was rare that they all ate together.

"Hey, Ken, take a seat. Breakfast will be ready soon," Omi said from the kitchen as Ken took a seat next to the other two assassins at the table. He glanced towards Youji and wondered if he had really taken care of the sweater, but he didn't dare mention it in front of Aya.

"Youji, don't make any plans tonight," Aya said putting down his newspaper.

"Why?"

"Because tonight you're going to take Ken and me to some local clubs. We need to observe different styles of dancing."

"Ok." Youji said reluctantly. Ken could tell Youji was uncomfortable about taking them out with him. Not that he could blame Youji, after all he and Aya weren't the hippest people to be around.

"Oh, and you will also take us to a strip club." Aya stated with a blank expression. There was a loud clatter in the kitchen and Omi let out a yelp.

"Wow, Aya, using the mission as an excuse to check out the ladies. You know, Aya, with your looks you could probably see a girl for free as long as you didn't talk." Youji taunted winking at Aya.

"Just be ready to go out tonight, Youji." Aya didn't bother defending himself against Youji's comments. He picked up his newspaper and continued to read. Omi emerged from the kitchen carefully bringing everyone a plate.

"Um, do I need to go? I mean, I am on this mission too." Omi said blushing as he pushed the bacon around on his plate.

"No, it will not be necessary for you to come." Aya stated giving Omi a questioning look.

"Awe, it looks like our little Omi, just like you Aya, has taken an interest in women. Who would have guessed you two were perverts at heart." Youji smirked while he finished off his coffee.

"I wasn't trying to check out any strippers. I just thought you guys might need me along," Omi stuttered. Ken could see the disappointment in his eyes. Aya and Youji would never let him go with them. They still thought of Omi as a child. Ken saw Omi as an equal, and in some ways Omi was the most mature of them all.

"Well, then, it's settled. Ken, Youji, and I will go do some research on dance styles. Omi, you can look for more information and leads on the murders."

"Okay, Aya," Omi finished his plate and began gathering up the dishes.

Ken stayed and helped Omi clean up after the other two boys conveniently disappeared. "Don't worry, Omi, you won't be missing much. Besides, hanging out with Youji and Aya for the night won't be much fun."

"I know, I'm just tired of being treated like a little kid."

"I don't treat you like a kid," Ken said as he thought of their shower times.

"Thank you, Ken," was all Omi said before he wandered off to his room.

"Anytime," he whispered softly.

000

Ken tapped his foot nervously as he watched a busty brunette on the stage remove her top. He felt uncomfortable being at the strip club with Aya and Youji, and judging from their looks, they felt every bit as awkward. They had spent most of the night going to different clubs to watch the dancing. It had actually been kind of fun to hang out with Youji and watch Aya glare down women when they asked them to dance.

"Like what you see, Aya? It must be pretty exciting getting to see a real woman naked for the first time." Youji taunted as he knocked back another beer.

"I've seen women naked before."

"Your sister doesn't count," Youji sneered.

Ken could tell if he didn't diffuse the situation things were about to become very unpleasant. "That's enough, Youji." Ken felt a need to defend Aya even if he knew what Youji was saying was true.

"Woo hoo, lap dances are on me tonight boys." Youji slurred as he waved his wallet suggestively at one of the dancers.

"Stop," Ken pleaded as he slid down in his chair. The other men at the strip club glanced at Youji with some annoyance.

"Come on, Ken, live a little!" Youji shouted as he leaned on Aya's shoulder. Aya stiffened but didn't shove him away.

"This is all your fault, Aya. I hope tonight was really about the mission and not just some excuse to look at naked women."

"Of course this is about the mission." Aya watched the strippers intensely.

"All work and no play makes Aya a very dull boy." Youji whispered so that only Ken and Aya could hear before passing out on the table.

"Finally," Ken groaned.

"Serves him right. He shouldn't drink so much. We should leave. I think I've seen enough." Aya said as he picked Youji up.

"Fine by me."

Aya dumped Youji in the back seat of the jeep. He then got into the driver's seat while Ken took his place in the passengers' side. Ken waited patiently for Aya to start the jeep, so they could get home. He suddenly felt a warm hand on his thigh. He gasped when he realized it was Aya's. His open mouth was soon covered by Aya's, and he could feel hands running through his hair before grabbing at the back of his head and pulling him into a deeper kiss.

"Mmm." Ken moaned as he slid his tongue into Aya's willing mouth. Why was Aya doing this? he thought as his hand slid up and down Aya's muscular chest. He knew something wasn't right about this situation, but he didn't care. Aya was there hot and kissing him. Aya was truly perfect Ken thought as he slid his hands up Aya's shirt filling his six pack. He slid his hand further up. Aya gasped as Ken began rubbing his left nipple. Suddenly Ken was roughly pushed back. He met Aya's violet eyes. He was panting confused as to what he had done wrong. Aya couldn't possibly be angry at him, after all it was him who had started all of this. He couldn't believe that he had just made out with Aya in Youji's jeep in a strip club parking lot with Youji passed out in the back. Ken looked back relieved to see that Youji was still passed out.

"I think that will be enough." Aya finally managed to say.

"What do you mean enough?" Ken looked at Aya in confusion.

"I figured that we would need to practice doing things with men. You never know what we might need to do. We will be leaving the club with men who ask us to go with them. So, I figured we would have to be comfortable with at least making out. Both of us needed to practice, and after watching a couple of women strip I thought we would be turned on enough to try it."

"Practice!" Ken yelled beginning to shake with anger. He was hurt. Why hadn't Aya just told him it was practice? Ken hadn't been turned on by the women in the club; he had been turned on by Aya. "Practice!" Ken howled again. If he had his bugnuks he would have been tearing them into Aya's chest.

"Yes, Ken, this was practice." Aya said coldly unconcerned with the rage that was building up in Ken.

"You bastard! You used me just so you could see what it's like to kiss a guy. It's always about the damn mission, or your damn comatose sister! That's all you care about." Ken cried feeling the tears roll down his cheeks.

"Leave my sister out of this!"

"I hate you." Ken hissed as he got out of the jeep and slammed the door.

"Where do you think you're going, Ken? You have to get back in the car if you want to go home."

"You don't own me, Aya. I'll find my own way home." He spat as he began walking to the road, and proceeded to walk all the way home. On his walk home he was able to work off his killing instincts. Aya was lucky that the walk was long because by the time Ken reached home he was too tired to do anything. Ken entered their home relieved to see that no one was up. He went to his room and passed out on the bed not bothering to take off his clothes.

TBC