And now for the second installment! Hehe… I haven't much to say, so I'll go right on ahead to the second chapter. Oh, and before I forget:
Disclaimer: None of them belong to me… (stop making me say it! >. )
And in case you forgot:
"ladeeda" is dialogue
'ladeeda' means thoughts
(ladeeda) is me, making unnecessary and yet oh-so-tempting-to-make comments
ladeeda means actions, sound effects and whatnot
and of course, we musn't forget that
ladeeda is the perky little voice at the back of Kenken's head.
Nighttime Visits
Chapter 2: A soccer-y day and… a second night?!?!
"Ken nii-chan! Mi-kun pushed meeeeeeee!!!!!!!!" little, raven-haired Suzuno ran to Ken, clutching at his slightly over-sized jersey.
Ken looked down at the girl and smiled tiredly. Was it just him, or had someone spiked the water with a sack of sugar?
Whatever it was, the kids sure were… jumpy today. And Ken, kid-loving as he was, was getting a little worn out already.
"Well…" he could feel a tiny throb near his temple, and it scared him a bit; wasn't Aya supposed to be the one with the throbbing vein?!?
"Let's go see what we can do…" he suggested, motioning for her to lead the way.
"Hi-yaaaa!"
Ken groaned; too late! Suzuno's protective imouto, Kaya, had decided to take matters into her own hands.
Fortunately, before anything more drastic could happen, the darkened sky began to rumble, and a drop of water fell on Ken's nose.
Ken sighed in relief, as he ended soccer practice and watched the kids run to their parents.
'It isn't raining too hard,' he mused. 'I could play for awhile, maybe.' And he took one of the soccer balls to dribble around the empty field.
Ken played on, unaware of someone's presence by the edge of the field, beneath a tree.
A certain redhead, hidden under the shadows of an old tree, watched with brooding amethyst eyes as his teammate continued to maneuver the soccer ball gracefully around the field.
The rain was getting harder, and it seemed that the brunette had no plans of stopping.
Feeling not a little hesitant, Aya stepped out from under the tree and started towards Ken. After all, he didn't want the soccer player getting sick when there were missions to complete. Or maybe his concern was for a different reason…
"Ken." The rain almost drowned out his voice. Still, Ken heard it, and caught the ball he was juggling neatly.
"Aya!" Ken beamed. "What're you doing here?"
"You're going to get sick if you stay under the rain."
"Aww, Aya, I didn't know you cared." Ken laughed teasingly, unable to hide a pleased grin.
"You're no use to Weiß sick."
Ken shook his head. Aya would be Aya. 'Oh well… That's life…'
Hmph. I can't believe you just said that when it's so obvious you like him.
'Quiet you,' Ken mentally ordered.
"Let's go home, Aya...." Ken smiled, picked up his bag of soccer balls and headed over to the curb where his bike stood.
"…in your bike?" came the hesitant reply.
"Yes, in my bike. Scared…?"
"…no." The redhead climbed onto his bike, as if to prove his point.
He was sitting, Ken noticed, on the front end. "Could you move a bit?" he asked uncertainly.
"Why?" there was that smirk again. The one that made Ken squirm uncomfortably and blush.
"Er… nothing. It's just that… you're driving?"
"Yes." And Ken didn't dare to make any more comments. Instead, he climbed on behind Aya and hung on tightly, closing his eyes. He didn't think he wanted to keep his eyes opened for what was coming next.
"You can open you eyes now."
Oh, Kami-sama. Ken could practically hear the smirk in his voice. Slowly, Ken opened his lids only to see black. 'Huh?'
Oh; right. His face was still pressed against Aya's black trenchcoat. The speed, he didn't mind. He himself was a fast driver. It was Aya's swerves and violent turns that got to him. He handled a motorcycle like his katana, for crying out loud. The only thing missing was yelling "Shine!!!" at the other drivers.
Ken shakily got off the motor cycle and shot Aya a half-hearted glare as he pulled off his helmet. The latter only stared back with a straight face. Although…
'Is it just me, or is the corner of his lip twitching?'
Hark! You've succeeded in melting the icicle!
'No need to sound so sarcastic.'
You gotta admit, you liked hanging on to him.
'No I didn't'
Yes you did.
'No…'
You did, you did, you did!
"Ah, shut up." Ken murmured, smiling despite himself as he went up to his room to change.
"Ne, Yohji-kun! It's your turn to do the dishes!" Omi whined for the 5th time that night. "But chibi... you know I've got a date." Yohji batted his lashes in what he thought was a pitiful manner.
Omi burst out laughing. "Is that look supposed to be pitiful, Yohji-kun? You look like you're about to be sick!"
"What?" Yohji looked highly affronted. "Just for that..." the blonde thought for a minute, then got a sly look on his face. "I'll leave you to do the dishes. Ja!" And with a wink, he was gone.
Omi blinked, unable to say a word. Ken chuckled. "Ne, Omitchi, looks like the joke's on you,"
"mou!!!" Omi whined.
"Alright, alright! We'll help ya, ne, Aya?" Ken turned to wink at the stoic redhead, who was still seated at the table. "Hn." came the reply. Not that Ken expected it to be any different.
"Ooook, then I'll help." he said cheerily. "You seem happy tonight," Omi remarked as they started loading the dishwasher. Ken nodded absently, still smiling.
Hmmm... I wonder why... came a certain sing-songy voice that had been popping up in an annoyingly frequent manner for the past couple of days.
'Not even you can spoil my mood'
I wasn't trying to.
'Good. Now go away'
Hmph, fine. I can tell when I'm not wanted. But if you want my advice, I think you should just go for it.
'And what's that supposed to mean?'
You know what I mean...
'Whaaaat?'
"Ken-kun? Ken-kun!" Omi's voice interrupted his inner debate. "Wha-?"
"anou... I have to uh... do something that I just remembered and..." huge, blue eyes stared reproachfully at Ken.
"S'ok, Omi, I'll finish up here" Ken gave Omi a smile. "Hontou???" The younger blonde looked so grateful that he had to laugh. "yea, 'm almost done anyway. Go on!"
"Thanks, Ken-kun!"
Ken shook his head smiling, as the bounding footsteps faded away.
He began to hum softly as he continued washing up. Just then, a pair of hands reached over from beside him to take the plate he was holding from his hands.
"You're too nice, you know that?" Aya's quiet baritone filled the momentary silence when Ken had stopped humming.
"Eh?" Ken blinked, wondering what Aya was talking about. "Oh!" he exclaimed in realization. "Well, Omi's probably tired, y'know. And he's probably still got homework.Haha!" he laughed awkwardly.
"You're tired too," that quiet voice came again.
'Boy,' Ken thought to himself happily. 'He's sure talkative tonight.'
"Well, not really...Hehe"
Aya didn't reply, and they continued to dry the last of the dishes.
Finally, they finished and Ken turned to Aya with a grateful smile. "Thanks Aya!"
"You're welcome," was the simple reply.
"Well," Ken stretched a bit, yawning. "I think I'll go to bed now. 'Nite Aya!"
"hn... Ken..." Aya paused for a moment.
"...Yea?" Ken turned to look at him, unconciously blushing.
"Omi..." and there was a twitch at the side of Aya's mouth. "Omi ditched dishwashing to chat on his computer."
"whaaaaat???????? OMI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Hmmmmm..." Ken snuggled comfortably under his covers. Sure he'd been fooled by Omi into doing the dishes that night. But he'd gotten revenge, all right. He'd tickled the kid into helpless fits of laughter, and made him promise to do the dishes for the rest of the week. Yohji would surely dance for joy when he heard the news. On the other hand, he'd also spent some time alone with Aya. Now that was definitely worth washing the dishes for. All in all, Ken thought, 'it's been a good day.' And with these final thoughts, our favorite soccer player fell into deep slumber.
"nnnn..." Ken threw an arm over his face as the bright sunlight forced him into wakefulness. Brown eyes slowly opened, groggily scanning around the room. "?!?" A muffled gasp, then a loud thump. Ken had fallen out of Aya's bed for the second time in two days. This time, he didn't even wait for Aya to poke his head in. Jumping up, Ken sped to his room and locked himself inside.
'I am not going nuts... i am not going nuts...'
How can you be so sure?
tbc
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