In His Eyes
By: Chicky
A/N: AU. The Weiss bois work in a flower shop and Schwarz is a rival flower shop called, well, Schwarz. Haha, when you get threatened by Ran himself, you'd feel inclined to update too! Thanks Miss Vamp. XP And thanks to Omi-chu as well! 1 refers to a joke from last chapter when Schu mocked Ken's attempts at insulting him.
Disclaimer: Does it make you happy to know I don't own Weiss? T.T
Pairings: Yohji/Ran, Ken/Ran and Schuldig/Yohji, more to come!
Warnings: Yaoi should not be a warning T.T OOC, and uneditted.
Reviewers: Ah, Michi, yes, I've started out with the intention of this being a Ran/Ken ficlet but…well, new ideas are always coming and going. I love Ran/Ken though, so I'll try my damndest to keep it that way! Lovelovelove! But Schu/Ken is a close second, after reading Mami-san's fic, Alice and Deena's Playing the Part.. Go blame them! Lol, jk jk. Heyah, well Schu/Ken, I like. Ran/Yohji is not something I like. So likely little Yohji/Ran from me! Besides, we have yet to see appearances from other characters. Dark, haha, I'd never hurt Ran. He's too hot and that katana is scary! XD Creax., thank you.
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"So, you manipulative, evil jerk. What do we do?"
"Well, the last time I gave flowers to meine liebe, it failed."
Ken snorted, before snickers took over. "You gave flowers to a florist? What kinda moron are you?"
"I have two words for you: Pet. Fish. 1" The older youth sent him a dark glare.
"Shut up!" Ken cried, a furious blush exploding on his cheeks.
Schuldig smirked, and Ken clouted him in the arm.
"Look, I have a shift to fill." Schu made a face. "But we should get together and talk later, if this is to work."
Ken nodded. "Right."
"8 pm tonight, at that little café at the corner of your street."
Again, he nodded.
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Schuldig sauntered into the café and glanced around.
"Oi! You German baka!"
"Hey, settle down. No need for insults," Schuldig drawled.
"You coulda tried to be on time!"
"I am never late or early. I'm fashionably on time."
"You're half an hour late!"
"Which makes me early!" The orange-haired man countered.
The brunet twitched. With a sigh, he gave up, muttering "Insufferable fool."
"Hey, I heard that!" He huffed.
"Oh." Ken deadpanned. "Did you now? Oops."
"Ah, shut up."
Ken grinned cheekily.
"Okay, we came here for a reason."
Immediately, the soccer player sobered up. He gave a single nod. As he opened his mouth, the server arrived with two steaming mugs of coffee. Ken turned, thanking her with a brilliant smile. He completely missed the inquisitive look Schuldig shot at him.
"Well, Mastermind. What kind of genius plan do you have in mind?"
"I know for a fact, Yomiko and Erica are interested in Yohji. They . . . wouldn't mind sharing."
Ken made a face, sipping his caffeine. "Figures."
"Think about it, kid. Ran may be hot as hell but two willing, nubile, young ladies? Red doesn't stand a chance."
"Hey! Are you implying that Ran. . . uh what are you implying?" Ken paused, mind blank as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.
Schuldig let out a warm laugh. "Not very bright, are you?"
"Look, can we just do this already?" He sighed, feeling more than a little like a jerk.
"Gee. Don't get too excited." The German rolled his eyes. "As I was going to say, we need to drive those two apart."
"But . . . " Ken's voice trailed off as he remembered his little mishap in the shop. He shook his head. "All right. What do we do again?"
"Nothing too hard for even your brain to comprehend."
The green-eyed youth nodded, insult flying straight over his head.
"Tonight, when Ran's not around, tell Yohji the redhead left again. I know for a fact, Yohji's sick of Ran taking off all the time. This time, he'll be ready to go out and have some real fun. If you know what I mean."
Twitching, Ken lifted a hand to smack the gaijin. "Ran can so be fun!"
"Are you going to do it or not?" Schuldig impatiently demanded.
He swallowed, toying with the rim of his drink. He glanced up from under his bangs, at the German who was watching him. He frowned.
He finally spoke, "fine. I'll do it."
"Perfect," purred the older man as he tipped his mug back to finish his coffee.
When had the idiot drunk it all? Ken wondered.
"If we're going to be partners in crime, I'd prefer you to call me Schuldig."
"Make me."
"You could always call me Master then. It does have a nicer ring to it," smirked Schuldig, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Ken rolled his eyes. "Whatever."
"So when they're separated, I'll nab Yohji at whatever club or bar he gets his cute ass to. When Ran returns, tell him Yohji took off and then you can comfort Red."
"M-me? Comfort him?" Stammered the brunet.
"Oh, I'm sure you can comfort him somehow," leered Schuldig.
"Just shut it, you perv. I'm off." With that, he left.
"Don't mess up!" called the telepath.
Heading back for the Koneko flower shop, Ken bit his lip, still unsure about the plan. He strolled inside, missing a wet patch on the tiled floor. Needless to say, his grungy old sneakers did nothing to help as he slipped and fell on his ass.
Youji, the florist attending the shop at the moment, burst out laughing. "Ken-ken! With an entrance like that, no wonder you're such a chick magnet."
The brunet glared at his honey-haired friend. "Shut it, Kudou."
"Aww, come on. Don't be mad."
Just then, Omi came out of the shop's storage shed, looking a little flustered.
"Hey, Omi-chu." Ken called his friend.
"Ken-kun." The chibi smiled. "Okaeri nasai."
"You look a little flushed. Are you okay?"
Yohji sauntered over, slinging an arm casually around Omi's slim shoulders. "The chibi is more than fine, ne?"
"Yohji-kun!" He protested, getting more agitated by the second.
"Oi, Ken-ken. Tell Omi-chu-"
"Yohji-kun. You know that's Ken's nickname for me."
"And what can I call you then?" smirked the playboy.
"Leave Omi-chu alone, Youji." Ken glowered at him.
"Oi, I'm hurt, Ken-ken." He clutched at his heart, letting Omi be for the moment.
Ignoring him, the soccer player headed upstairs to his flat.
"Ken. Tell Yohji I'll be back in an hour." Ran instructed.
"Oi, Ran. Wait a minute-"
The redhead was already gone.
Glowering at his door, Ken considered giving it a kick. With a sigh, he sidled into his room and grabbed his bath towel.
He stripped down and entered his bathroom. As he soaped up, a thought came unbidden to his mind. Ran, touching him ever so intimately. This lithe, pale fingers gliding over his toned body. Languidly tracing patterns across his skin, slowly inching down . . .
"Ran," he hissed softly through his lips.
Intense feelings swept through him. Hunger, need, lust. All for the redhead. He didn't just want Ran's hands on him, he wanted to reciprocate with the redhead. He wanted to worship every inch of that pale god, who walked among men. He wanted to be the one to discover the passion, the fire he knew was surely hidden under that cold exterior.
As the feelings faded, along with the hot steaming water in the shower, he shut the knob off. A flush crept along his cheeks, likely both from the temperature of the water and the little fantasy he'd built up in his mind.
He wiped at his body, before wrapping it around his hips and returning to his room. Upon entering, he found Yohji rifling through his things.
"Hey! What are you doing?" he demanded indignantly.
Yohji held up a magazine. "Tsk tsk, Ken. You shouldn't be reading this kind of thing."
"Who said anything about reading?" he muttered unwittingly, before clapping a hand over his mouth.
The blond snickered.
"Shut up!" Ken cried, face burning as he found Yohji back in his drawer. "And stop going through my things already!"
"Ah, nothing good in here anyway. Nothing I haven't already seen." The oldest florist shrugged. "I came up here to ask if you've seen Ran?"
Ken froze. To lie as Schuldig had planned or to tell the truth? "He . . . he went out . . . and . . . "
"And?"
He said he'd be back soon. The words rose up on his tongue. He quelled them down, "I think that was it . . . Yeah, that's all Ran said."
"Tch," Yohji snorted. "Out again. I am so tired of his crap. I'm off. I don't care. At least where I'm headed, others will appreciate my company."
Swallowing hard, the teen let his friend walk away.
About half an hour later, Ran returned. When the older blond was nowhere to be found, Ran passed Omi's room.
"Omi, have you seen Yohji?"
"Ah, gomen ne, Ran-kun. I've been in my room all night," the small blond shook his head.
"Ken."
"Eh?" the brunet halted, drink in hand as he returned from his venture to the kitchen.
"Have you seen Youji?"
Ken blinked. "Youji? Oh! He went out."
Was Ran actually looking disappointed there? Even, dare Ken wonder, upset? He made towards the redhead but stopped, seeing Omi curiously switch glances between the two.
Without another word, Ran retreated to his room, door shutting irrevocably for the rest of the night with a loud click.
Ken cursed his luck.
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A/N: Haha, I actually wrote a part 2! XP All it took was a few scary threats. I have no idea when the next update will be. Likely faster than this one though. XP I hope you enjoyed that. Reviews are always appreciated! Gomen ne for the unbeta'ed-ness of it all. I'm normally a spelling and grammar freak but it's 3AM. Oh, and somehow, it's easier to write Omi's lines using Japanese instead of English. It suits better somehow. Thx to Ran for the threats to get writing and Omi-chu for being so perky.
