Tied
By: Anna Hibiki
Rating: R
Disclaimers: Weiss is not mine! Koyasu-sama and other people with much more money than me owns it.
Warnings: Shounen-ai/Yaoi, language.
Notes: Anything written in Italic are thoughts. Things /written this way/ are mental talk.
This fic can be read in my page and mediaminer.org.
THIS IS THE FF.net VERSION, THAT I DECIDED TO UPLOAD AGAIN AFTER HAVING A LOT OF PEOPLE ASKING ME TO PUT IT UP AGAIN, BUT, I MODIFIED SO IT DOESN'T GET DELETED AGAIN.
Prologue
Fujimiya Aya sat at the kitchen's table and sighed contentedly. He took a sip at his coffee and swallowed an aspirin, enjoying the quietness of the first minutes of the day. A time when there were no screams, no things being thrown around the house, no Omi bouncing on him (though that didn't bother him), no angry faces.
Just silence and calm. Their kitchen was heaven at that time.
He erased the smile from his face as he finished the coffee and a piece of toast.
Then he looked at his watch and frowned.
Then he started the mental countdown. Five, four, three, two, one-
"KUDOU YOUJI!! Get your fucking lazy ass out of that bed!!" You couldn't call that knocking at the blonde's door. It was more like beating the poor piece of wood up. "KUDOU!! Get out of there or I swear I'll kick the door open and drag you into the Koneko by your nasty hair!! I sai-"
Now Kudou opens the door, Hidaka will scream because Youji's naked and just woke up, Kudou will scream at him for waking him up at this ungodly hour and Omi will try to make some peace, and of course, won't succeed. Kudou will go back into his room and will be dragged out of there by Hidaka, and they'll spend the morning shift glaring at each other and 'accidentally' kicking and punching each other whenever they get the occasion. Aya continued his mental play as he heard the sounds coming from the rest of the apartment.
This had been the routine every single morning since Youji joined Weiss two years ago. Aya had joined the assassin group nearly a year ago, and Omi informed him about the mutual hate between their teammates. That it had started the same day the playboy had joined up, and had it gotten better? No. It just became worse every day, and that hate had nearly jeopardized more than one mission.
Omi had decided to put them together to work at the flower shop, thinking that maybe that way they would learn to be near each other, but no such luck. They usually ended up fighting no matter what the younger assassin did.
Speaking of the boy, he had just entered the kitchen and given his lover a good morning kiss. "Aya-kun?"
"What is it Omi?" the redhead asked, wrapping his arms around the boy's small body loosely.
"I'm worried for Ken-kun and Youji-kun. If this situation doesn't change, I'm going to have to contact Kritiker and request that one of them is moved out of Weiss."
"Then do it." Aya said simply.
"But I can't do that! Ken-kun and Youji-kun are my friends!! And I don't want to lose any of them!"
As Aya opened his mouth to reply, the screams upstairs got louder and they both heard sounds of a fight.
The two lovers hurried upstairs (Aya stopped at his bedroom to take out his beloved katana) and found the other two rolling around on the floor, punching, slapping, kicking, kneeing, just trying to hurt the other in the best possible way.
Omi tried to make them pay attention to him, but it was Aya who finally stopped them with his katana and a glare that left the two men frozen.
"You, two, kitchen, now."
"What the-" Youji complained.
"NOW." Aya ordered, giving him an angry look. He made sure his order was perfectly clear, touching the blonde's neck with the katana blade.
The two assassins went downstairs, insulting each other and giving more than one shove.
Once they were in the kitchen, Aya motioned them to sit down.
He continued glaring at them and held the katana up, the blade's tip pointing in their direction.
"Enough." He said. "We've have enough with you two. You're going to change your behavior towards each other or die trying."
"Fuck you," was all Ken said.
"Ken-kun! Youji-kun! Please do what Aya-kun says or I'll have to request that Kritiker moves one of you out of Weiss!!"
"Do it." Youji said arrogantly. "He's of no use to us anyway."
"No, he leaves!! I've been in here for a longer time!!"
"YOU'RE the one leaving!!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"You!"
"URUSAI!!!" Aya snapped. Youji and Ken looked up at him in fear. He took a deep breath. "I'm fed up with you two." Now EVEN Omi was scared.
"Aya-kun."
"Go upstairs and get the green box from under my bed. Now." He said dangerously low.
Omi hurried upstairs while the other two shivered.
Two minutes later the youngest member of Weiss gave Aya the green box.
The redhead opened the lid and took out a pair of handcuffs. They were connected by string made of some kind of hard plastic about a meter long. Everybody gaped.
"A-Aya-kun? Why do you have those?"
He shrugged. "I was going to use them on you, but that will have to wait."
Omi blushed bright red and covered his face with his hands.
"What the hell does that mean?!" Youji stood up, looking down at him defiantly.
"It means that until one of you kill the other or you can both stay in the same room without starting WWIII, you'll be tied."
"You've gone crazy." Ken said darkly. "You can't be serious about this. I'm not going to be tied to this jerk!!"
"Who's the jerk?!"
"STOP THIS ALREADY!!!" Omi screamed, slapping both his friends. "I've had enough of this!"
He left the kitchen and went upstairs again, returning a few minutes later with a little black book and a soccer ball.
Youji and Ken gulped when they saw what Omi had in his hands. "Aya-kun's going to handcuff you to each other. If you complain or try to scape, or succeed in escaping, these two items will be destroyed. Understand me?"
"But chibi!! That's where I keep all the numbers of all the ladies I've met in the last few years!!"
"OMI! That's the ball I got Ronaldo to sign at the World Cup!! It's my most precious treasure!!"
"Shut up you two." He hissed.
Aya took advantage of their state of shock and closed the handcuffs around Ken's right wrist and around Youji's left one.
"K'so!!" They both cursed.
"You're crazy!" Ken shouted. "How are we supposed to live like this?! I can't eat or get dressed (or undressed), I can't get into the shower, I can't- I can't go out with him handcuffed to me!!"
"The sooner you get used to it, the sooner you'll stop acting like brats and we'll take them off."
"I'm not taking any more of this shit." Youji rose to his feet and stormed out of the room, dragging poor Ken with him.
Tsu zu ku.
After ff.net deleted this fic (I'm still wondering why) I've decided to post it again, this time modified slightly, even if it really has nothing that goes above the R-rating (the reason the rating's R is just the languaje).
I also have to say that I've created a blog where I'm putting previews of chapters of the fics that I'm working on (along with other stuff) and that if you want to go take a look, then feel free to go to ahibiki. Blogspot. Com.
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Next chapter, Youji and
Ken have to start to get used to being tied and the consequences of it.
Remember to leave me comments with your
opinions and all! Any suggestions and all are always gladly accepted.
Hasta luego!