Longing to Be
By: Chicky
A/N: One-shot, of an AU-type. Well, more like TWT because I'm just shifting and ignoring events and whatnot from the series. Ah whatever, just read, ne? Hm…now that I look at it, it's a complete AU. The Weiss bois work in a flower shop and Schwarz can be a rival flower shop called, well, Schwarz.
Disclaimer: Does it make you happy to know I don't own Weiss? T.T
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Ken idly watered a few sparse potted plants. With a small sigh, he glanced outside of the flower shop, wistfully wishing he were teaching the little neighbourhood kids soccer.
It was a gorgeous day, a bright ribbon of blue sky, dotted with wispy clouds, and he was stuck inside, manning the shop.
Yohji was out, no doubt on another of his countless dates. Omi, likely, was studying hard in school and Ran, well no one ever knew where the older youth went.
Lucky for the former professional soccer player, it was early afternoon and the after-school rush of crazy teenage girls hadn't yet arrived.
Just then, he heard a rustle come from the door leading to the Koneko's side entrance.
A quiet curse and warning reached his ears.
Wandering over, he peered out into the shadowed alleyway.
His dark eyes widened, mouth falling open soundlessly.
Yohji had a redhead pressed up against the wall opposite the shop, and he was currently swapping spit with…him.
"R-Ran…" The word escaped his lips.
The two broke apart, panting for air and turned to the source of the shocked voice.
Oh yeah, no mistaking that head of flaming hair for any other.
"Ken! Wait!"
But he didn't. And then he was running, as fast and far as possible. He could feel a rush of hurt flush through him, but didn't want to examine why.
Well, it was more like he already knew but was valiantly trying to deny it, lest it hurt him more.
He tried not to think of the nights he'd spent, cajoling Ran with a bag of popcorn kernels and a movie in hand. He tried not to think of the few afternoons he'd dragged the resident redhead out on a gorgeous, free afternoon to go get ice cream and enjoy the day.
He tried not to think about how far he'd fallen for his comrade. That icy nature, so different from his own. He tried not to think of pale, sensual fingers running through his hair, and his own tanned fingers toying with fiery locks of red.
Too damn impossible. His chest heaved, as he drew to a halt. Seeking out a nearby bench, he plopped gracelessly onto the wooden surface.
"Ach! How annoying," came a nasal voice, "your thoughts are. Ran this, Ran that."
"Schwarz!" he snarled.
A head tilt. "Nein, just Schuldig."
"Well, what the hell do you want, you bastard?"
"There is something you want, and something I want."
"So?" he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. What is he talking about? I don't want anything…well, except that new Ducati V750…
The orange-haired gaijin rolled his eyes. "You want Abyssinian, no?"
Ken froze. He knows? Oh, shit.
"Calm down. All I'm saying is: you can help me and I can help you."
"Why?" His guard instantly rocketed, higher than before, hairs rising.
"Because. I want Balinese."
Ken's mouth dropped.
A slender finger reached out, and lifted his chin up, shutting his mouth. "Y-y-y-"
"I-I-I what?" he mimicked, mocking the brunet.
"Shut up!"
"Pipe down, kid and just hear me out." He waited, and with no forthcoming protests voiced, he continued on, "I want Yohji Kudou and you, clearly want Ran. I propose we team up. We'll break them apart and then I'll get Yohji, and you can have your anally-retentive redhead."
"Hey! He's not-"
"Shut it. Now, as I was saying-"
"Whoa, wait a minute, just how are we supposed to go about breaking them up?" Ken couldn't believe he was even remotely considering the German's insane idea.
"Easy. Even though those two have a thing going on, Kudou still parties and drinks and flirts with anything walking on two legs. I'll just seduce him when he's out clubbing. Your resident redhead won't be happy about that but you'll be there to comfort him, of course."
"Of course," Ken echoed sarcastically. "Easy as two plus two, right?"
"You bet. As long as you don't come up with five. So, what do you say?" He had a smile on his face, waiting expectantly for the proper answer.
"No."
"What? Why not?" he demanded.
"Because I won't go around toying with my friends' feelings. And besides, giving Yohji to you? I wouldn't trust you with-with a pet fish, if I had one!"
Schuldig blinked. "A pet fish?"
Ken glared.
The German burst out laughing. "What kind of moronic analogy was that?"
"Shut up."
When the snickers refused to cease, he found himself watching Ken retreat.
"Hey! I was just joking. I wasn't serious. Come on!" Hurrying after him, Schuldig grabbed the brunet's arm.
"Let go."
Resistance. And then a fist met his stomach.
"I told you to let go," Ken stalked away.
"Shit! You don't pull your punches, do you?" He wheezed.
"Shut up, you annoying jerk."
"Hey, I'm hurt, Siberian." He pulled a mock-pout.
"And stop it with the dratted nicknames those girls gave us!"
"Aww, but Siberian suits you so well. I bet you're a real…tiger in bed. Rawr, all ferocious and strong."
Ken's eyes widened to nearly comical proportions. He did not just say that!
"Well, what do you say? You and me, we'll make a great team. By the end of it, you can snog Ran all you want and I'll be busy keeping Kudou up for hours into the night."
"Ugh! You're such a perverted asshole! And why the hell do you want Yohji anyways? You're both too much of a playboy type to be serious."
"Ah, but imagine the fun we'll have. We're both experienced and we like to experiment. Kudou will keep me entertained, I'm sure."
"Ew, gross! I so did not need that image in my head!"
"Oh, do tell," purred the gaijin.
"Why not just rifle through my mind, as you're wont to do anyways?" He retorted.
"Point. But I want to hear you say it. Me and Yohji in bed, with handcuffs and leather and chains and whipped cream…"
"Ew! Ew ew ew! That was wrong! Gah, get it out of my head!" whimpered Ken unsuccessfully trying to force the corrupting images away.
Snickering, the older youth paused, before giving him a serious look, "If you'd just agree to help me, Ran could be all yours."
Ken paused. "I…"
"What have you got to lose?"
He shrugged and turned away and for a moment, Schuldig was sure Ken was out.
"Fine. You have a deal."
To be continued….
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A/N: What the heck is Ken-ken doing! He shouldn't mess with his friends' relationship but he's in love with Ran so…rationality was never his strong point. XD; Man, the bad thing about fics, I don't like to post without having the whole thing done because if I'm posting as I write, I can lose creativity and not finish the fic. that said, I actually am writing and then posting, so updating may be slow . Please review if you liked reading this!
