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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:

Slap

"Ken!" Omi shouted happily as he ran and leaped into Ken's arms. "We were all so scared." Omi said as he nuzzled into his arms. Ken pushed him away slightly, but Omi wouldn't budge. Like a leach Omi continued to cling to him. He snorted in disgust as he finally gave up and let his blonde team mate grope him.

"Siberian, running off like that doesn't help much for your sanity case. But all of us were worried about you." Manx smiled from the couch. Ken looked up and noticed Youji sitting very close to her. Manx was as close to the edge of the couch as she could get without falling off. He smirked at the two, imagining how Youji must have sexually harassed her all night.

"I knew you'd be ok," Youji said as he continued inching towards Manx.

"Youji's lying he was the worst of us all." Omi mumbled into his chest.

"I was not! I was perfectly calm the whole time."

"No you were crying like a little girl and telling us all that Ken was never coming back," Omi said. For the first time Ken noticed the redness under Youji's eyes.

"I was not."

"Was too."

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Shut up!" Aya boomed behind Ken. "The two of you are probably making him wish he had run away." Ken laughed at Aya's comment and hugged Omi closer to him.

"Let them fight, Aya, I think it's cute. I'd love to sit around and talk about myself with you, but I am tired." With that Ken left not wanting to say anything he would regret later.

000

"I can't stand it anymore!" Ken shouted as he threw the papers at Manx. "Who cares if I got a low score on the Emotional Quiz, or if I have violent tendencies. Duh, of course I do--I kill for a living."

"Ken, calm down." Manx's rattled voice rang out from the other side of the nicely polished desk.

"Calm down! How am I suppose to calm down when you think I'm crazy?"

"I don't think you're crazy, but your anger is a whole other issue."

"So, should I pack my bags?" Ken hollered as he slammed his fist down on the desk in front of him. He had had enough. This week he had been subjected to many different psychological tests. But the worst part of the week was not being a part of the missions, and having to run the flower shop by himself. Every time he went to talk to Omi he would be shushed out of the room because he was working on the mission. Even Youji wouldn't leak any information about the mission. And he didn't even bother with asking Aya. He glared at Manx with her red hair and matching red outfit. It was all her and Aya's fault that his life sucked.

"Ken I have decided that I will let you back on the team. But only if you agree to seek help with your anger problems. You will learn to control you anger through anger management sessions."

"What?"

"Now, Ken, before you get mad it will be through our department and you will have a good psychologist. She is a really nice lady and has been a part of Kritiker for years. There is nothing for you to be embarrassed about," Manx pleaded.

"I quit!" He yelled as he turned to leave.

"You can't quit Siberian. You're a killer now. I can't just let you loose on society. You'll have to go through psychological training either way. I don't want to lose you, Ken. Kritiker needs you and so does Weiss."

"Weiss doesn't need me. They're all doing fine without me," Ken cried.

"Ken, what would you do without Weiss?" Manx asked as she slowly stood up, so that she was level with Ken.

The truth was he didn't know what he would do without them. He may not always like them, but in some twisted way Youji, Omi, and Aya had become his family. He was nothing without them. Ken gulped knowing he was going to have to go through with the ridiculous process, so he could become a functioning member again.

"I don't know what I'd do without them." Ken whispered as he looked away from Manx's prying eyes.

"Then don't give up so easily on them, and yourself. Prove to them that they need you as much as you need them." Manx said as he walked around the desk towards him.

"I'm not the only one with problems," Ken muttered.

"I know, but you're the one who brings your anger and emotions to the job."

"What about Aya? He wasn't the most stable when he was running around yelling Takatori."

"Aya has gotten over that." Manx said as she inched closer to him.

"Yeah, because he killed him, and now he has the audacity to question my actions."

"Listen, Ken, this isn't about Aya, this is about you. We know everything about you, and it isn't just Aya who was involved in pulling you off the team. I want you to get better. I see the uncontrollable rage that you have inside you, but I also see the sensitive caring side too. I just want to see you happy. Believe it or not I care about all of you because you guys are all like my little brothers." Manx gave him a quick embrace, and pulled away. He could see the pain in her eyes. She really did care about what happened to him.

"Don't hate Aya. I know he can be a selfish bastard sometimes, but everyone has their problems." Ken blushed remembering what he had shouted at her back in the flower shop. "You'll start your therapy next week." Manx said as she walked him to the door. Ken didn't respond as he stepped out of her office. It was weird to have Manx admit that she cared about them. Normally Manx was cold and collected, but Ken was slightly happy that she showed him a new side of herself.

000

Ken stormed into the house slamming the door behind him. He had been seeing Dr. Tendo for three days, and he was sick of it. The therapy was supposed to make him less angry, but instead it had only succeeded in making him more angry. For the past three days he had been telling the old hag about his childhood and how he hated his father. She had said that he was like his father when it came to managing his anger. This pissed him off, of course. He didn't want to be compared to the bastard. He stormed into the kitchen where he saw Youji and Omi eating leftovers.

"Hi, Ken, how was therapy?" Omi asked as he smiled happily at Ken while he popped a piece of chicken in his mouth.

"It was a blast!"

"That's great," Omi chirped.

"Opening up old wounds and talking about why I'm an emotionally disturbed person is just so much fun," Ken seethed.

"Oh," Omi whispered as he looked down at his plate pushing his food around nervously.

"Omi was just asking, Ken, no need to be rude." Youji scolded while he patted the seat next to him. "Sit down." Ken was about to take a seat when Aya walked in.

"Hello," Aya quietly greeted them.

"This is all your fault. I don't need any damn anger management therapy sessions from any damn psychologist." Ken yelled at a stunned Aya as he kicked the chair next to Youji.

"Yeah, that's obvious by your actions," Youji smirked. Meanwhile Omi coward on the other side of the table as though he could be attacked at any minute.

"Why, hello, Ken. How was therapy?" Aya's calm voice rang out. That was it; the pain that had been building up had finally overflowed.

"I hate you Aya! You've screwed up my life in more ways than one, and I've had it!" Ken lunged at Aya and punched him in the stomach as hard as he could. Aya knelt over from the pain and Ken took another punch. They both fell to the floor where Ken proceeded to sit on top of Aya.

"I hate you!" He yelled in Aya's face. "I hate you for the way you make me feel like I'm nothing!" Ken screamed as he slapped Aya across the face. Aya's arms flailed as he tried to fight back, but Ken's weight was keeping him down. "I hate how you look at me!" Ken slapped him again. "I hate how you have destroyed Omi and my's friendship!" Another smacking sound rang across the room. "But most of all I hate that you were my first!" He raised his hand and smacked Aya's reddening cheek again.

"Stop it!" Omi screeched from the background.

"Just let him get it out of his system. Besides Aya deserves this," Youji said. Ken finally stopped looking down into Aya's blank violent eyes. He knew the only thing he had damaged was Aya's pride. Aya didn't care about him, or what he had just said. Ken slowly removed himself from Aya and walked to his room and slammed the door behind him. He made his way to his dresser and removed the orange sweater. Then he pulled out a pair of cutting blades from the top drawer. He knew now what he had to do. Slowly he began to cut the orange sweater into tiny pieces.

000

"What the hell did you do!" Aya screamed from the doorway. "That was the only thing I had of my sister and you cut it up." Aya glared at Ken who was sitting on his bed surrounded by orange bits of cloth. Ken stared at the irate redhead with no compassion.

"You said you didn't want it anymore. So, what I do with it is my business."

"I didn't really mean it," Aya howled. Ken could see tears welling up in his eyes trying to escape. He smiled. It was nice to see that he was finally getting to Aya.

"You still have her. At least there's hope," Ken mumbled.

"No there's not! And you just ruined what I had left of her. I guess the bitch slapping you gave me earlier wasn't enough!" Aya snapped at him from the door as he shut and locked it. He jumped onto the bed where Ken was and pushed him backwards. Aya slapped him once across the face.

"I hate you too. I hate how stupid you can be. I hate that I'm attracted to you, but most of all I hate how you destroyed my sweater." Ken could feel wet droops hitting his face. He opened his eyes and realized they were coming from Aya.

"Aya, I didn't touch your sweater. This is mine, the one my dad bought me. I destroyed it, because I needed to let go of my past. I would never intentionally hurt you by using your sister."

"Your sweater." Was all Aya managed to say before he was kissing Ken. Both boys locked lips in a hungry Kiss. Before Ken could think, Aya was unzipping his pants and pulling them down. "Need you." Aya panted into his ear. He didn't care anymore all he wanted was to escape even if it was only for fifteen minutes, and with a person he despised. Ken knew he would be on bottom again as Aya began to prepare him.

000

Ken snorted in disgust. He couldn't believe he had let Aya take him again. Did he really hate himself that much that he would sleep with someone who hated him. He looked over and saw that Aya was still in his bed sprawled out naked and asleep. He was truly beautiful with his ivory skin and blood red hair. Ken leaned over and brushed Aya's sweaty red bangs from his forehead. He ran a hand over Aya's bruised cheek. Aya didn't even flinch as Ken continued running his hands over his perfect features. He must have been exhausted from their earlier excursions Ken thought. It had been better than the first time, but it was still fast, rough with no four play.

"Why?" Ken whispered in Aya's ear knowing he wouldn't hear it. "Why do you want me? I'm nothing." Ken leaned down and kissed Aya's sweaty forehead. He cuddled up next to Aya and rested his head on Aya's chest listening to his heartbeat. Closing his eyes he could pretend he was with someone who cared about him. Someone like Omi.

TBC

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