I apologize before hand for the matter that I was feeling somewhat zany as I wrote this, and I fear it might be reflected by bad puns and mentionings to such things as trail mix and what have you. Please dismiss it as the ramblings of a walnut if you wish. I simply can't be arsed to understand myself.

And HURRAH, fair folk, for this part is dedicated to The Weaver Atropos! Happy Birthday:D

(25 March 2005)

Together
by Seph Lorraine

"Do you make a habbit of traveling on rainy days?"

Ken sighed, feeling gravity and the weight of his soaking clothes pulling down on his already slumped figure. He muttered quietly, "Fucking sadistic asshole; make me wait out in the rain for five minutes before answering the damn door and then insult"

"What's that? I can't hear you." The redhead asked, still standing in the doorway with his hand of the knob. It was already dark outside, almost nine in the evening. He hadn't been expecting any visitors at this time in the evening, and he was confused at the brunet's sudden appearance.

"I didn't say anything." He sighed, "I don't suppose Aya-chan would be here, would she?"

The man in the doorway paused a minute, taking a quick glance over the brunet's baggy and sopping appearance, "Actually no, she's gone to a friend's house. She'll probably be back soon, though." He couldn't really understand what compelled him to add, "Would you like to come in?"

Ken blinked.

Ran blinked.

Both were equally surprised by the offer.

The brunet seemed to be regarding him with cautious eyes, "Maybe..."

"She should be back soon; you could wait in the den." Ran could have kicked himself. What, was he trying to get his sister's future molestor to enter their house and have tea with him on the damn sofa?

"Sure." Brown eyes still regarded him strangely.

Both were silent, awkwardly for a minute, pondering the turn of events.

"Fine. Wait here while I get towels. You've already ruined our rug, but you shall not muss the carpet." He left the doorway, leaving it open a crack as he stalked towards the bathroom, completely expecting the other man to be gone by the time he returned.

Surprisingly, though, when he returned, the younger man was still there, quietly waiting just under the cover of the porch. His eyes were turned towards the street, watching as a few bikers enduring the weather and the wet sidewalks to make it home with their groceries. His hands were settled idly in his pockets, thumbs hooking over the cloth as he slouched from the weight of his clothes.

He opened the door again, holding out the towel as the other man snapped back to attention. He blinked at the towel, roughly regarding its purple and pink floral design (it was Aya's, of course), and took it reluctantly with only the slightest up-turn of his nose. Ran inwardly smirked. He had chosen the girliest one in the cabinet, as if that would teach the brunet to never except his hospitality again. He stepped aside quietly and gave the man room to enter as he dried off.

With his eyes still regarding the tall redhead strangely, the brunet entered quickly, removing his shoes and wiping at his dripping hair with the towel. He spoke very quietly as he passed, "Thank you."

"You'll need to go into bathroom just on the right and remove your clothes." Ran closed the door, turning the lock, which made an ominous click.

Ken froze, "What?"

"So I can put them in the dryer." The older man said brisquely, walking back into the den to where his book and a mug of tea set in waiting for him.

With great unease, Ken stepped quickly into the bathroom and shut the door. Well, this was certainly unexpected. He took his time, gently peeling off layer after layer of wet clothing that seemed to suction itself to his skin in indignant refusal to bear his skin. It seemed that both Ken and Ken's clothes were a bit disturbed by the idea of being naked, or even just nearly so, in the redhead's presence. Which was understandable, considering as how the brunet had even admitted to liking him.

And not he hadn't meant it platonically by any means.

On that matter, Ken wasn't even sure he cared for the redhead's personality at all really. His opinion had yet to be swayed from the idea the Fujimiya Ran was mentally unwell. Though, he had let him in out of the rain...

And then locked the door and forced him to strip naked with only a flowery towel for protection.

Well, he didn't necessarily force him to do that, he was just going to dry his clothes for him.

After ringing out most of the water into the sink and rolling his eyes at his own stupid antics, he tied the towel firmly around his thin, boxer-clad waist and strode out into the hallway with his bundle of wet clothes in his arms.

In the den Ran had been unable to comprehend a word he had read since he had dismissed himself from the now undressing young man. What was he thinking, inviting that man into their house? And telling him to undress? Weren't those two things he didn't want happening with that man in this house? He still had his sister's virtue to protect, and even if she wasn't there at the moment, the principle still applied.

Of course, he wouldn't really mind seeing the other man's actual frame, for once. He had only seen him dressed like a slob as of yet or hidden behind a counter-top at the flower-shop, it would be interesting to know if he actually had a body under the tent of garmets he seemed to drape about himself. His momentary glance at the other man's toned stomach had suggested there was more the Hidaka than he displayed, yet he was curious as to whether Ken was a comfort-fiend, self-conscience, or just sloppy.

"What shall I do with these?" The brunet stood in the doorway of the den with his bundle of wet clothes held loosely at his abdomen, unmindful of his other-wise naked appearance. It most certainly wasn't a self-confidence issue.

Hiding the appreciative flicker of his eyes at the otherman's well-sculped chest, Ran set his book down and stood. He motioned for the other man to follow him into the laundry room and pointed to the white, box-like machine on the left, "Just toss it in and set the timer. Press the yellow button when you've done that."

Ken nodded, following instructions and quirking an eyebrow when the machine began to make the sounds of tossing his clothes about. He had never known anyone wealthy enough to have one of these installed in their home. He just had to walk to the mat every week, if he wanted clean clothes. He rolled his eyes and moved out of the room, which exited into a small kitchen that was brightly lit by several rows of white tracker-lighting; the Fujimiya's were obviously a prestigious family.

He paused to wonder if it made the Fujimiya's mother feel like the Iron Chef (tm) to cook under a spotlight. He hadn't realised he had spoken this outloud until he noticed the redhead giving him an incredulous look, a substantial difference from his usual very solemn, expressionless appearance. He could have laughed at that, but he resisted.

"She doesn't have time to cook. Either Aya-chan cooks or everyone eats take-out." Ran still looked somewhat puzzled, as to why Ken had asked and why he was answering, but he shook it off quickly, "Would you like some tea?"

Ken perked and nodded, "That would be nice."

Back in the den a few minutes later, Ken sat silently on the opposite end of the couch from the reading redhead, quietly burning his tongue in peace (his tea was quite hot). As he sat, neither of the room's occupants speaking, he began to get the feeling that he was being watched. Or not necessarily that he himself was being watched, but different parts of him interchangeably.

Was it possible to feel like someone was staring particularly at your chest? He had a feeling that if a girl were nearby, she could probably answer that question for him.

He glanced over at the redhead, and noticed that the other man was indeed staring at him, yet not at his chest now, "Is there a problem?"

Ran shrugged, moving his eyes from where they had been scanning the slender curve of the other man's neck to his suddenly very uninteresting book.

Ken watched the redhead for a moment longer, then sighed and leaned back against the couch, "So," It seemed like the only thing to do was try to make conversation, "I hear you go to Tokyo U."

"Hn." The redhead trained his gaze nbot to turn to the voice's speaker and nodded. After a moment he flipped a page in his book, trying to pretend like he wasn't being incredibly distracted by the other man's very obvious, very attractive, very nearly naked presence.

"I have a friend who goes there..." Ken paused, "He doesn't ever really seem to go to class or anything, though, so sometimes it doesn't seem believeable. I've never seen him do an ounce of work in the five years I've known him." He remembered Youji's complaint at simply carrying a few boxes to the curb of the shop the day before.

"Hn. I know people like that." He spoke shortly, trying half-heartedly to figure out when the main character in his book had decided to marry his best friend's sister.

"You like it there?" The brunet was now staring blankly at a large ink-painting on rice-paper of a Geisha and her hand-maidens on the opposite wall.

"Hn."

"Is it tough?"

"Hn." Ran was now frantically flipping through the last few pages trying to figure out where he had stopped paying attention, while he vaguely realised he didn't even care.

"Hn?"

"Hn."

"Hn hn hnnn?" The brunet questioned with a smirk.

"HnWhat?" Violet eyes looked up and blinked at him.

The brunet simply looked amused and shook his head, "Nevermind."

Ran didn't move his gaze. Giving up on the novel, he closed the book rather suddenly and focused his attentions completely upon the man to his right, "Why are you looking for Aya-chan, anyway?"

Ken blinked. This was not a good conversation to start. How do you tell your girlfriend's frighteningly over-protective older brother that you're about to break her heart and remain unscathed? Why, if he's an invalid, of course! Yet Ran was anything but an invalid, perhaps a bit unhinged, but not an invalid. If he were to tell the redhead now that he was here to break-up with his precious imouto, he felt certain he would find himself in the cold, rainy street, with several broken limbs, a detatched appendage of incredibly necessity to every man of the green earth, and his face mysteriously not on his head. Unpleasant.

He shrugged, "To see her? Talk? You know. Usual stuff."

"At this time of the evening?" The eyes that held him narrowed the slightest bit.

"Yea?"

Ken nodded, his eye twitching at the violet-eyed man's intense gaze.

Ran nodded, observing quietly.

More silence.

Ran was beginning to notice a pattern in the other man. He didn't seem necessarily intimidated by him as much as he was perhaps just a bit disturbed, "I suppose you think I'm strange."

"Honestly?" Brown eyes peered at him in a sideways glance, almost a devious look.

"Honestly."

"I think you're a fucking psychopath." Ken was certainly one for giving it straight.

The redhead was unable to stop himself before he let out a low laugh, he quickly turned away fighting the strange insistance of the corners of his lips on smiling. He should have been appalled, or at least heavily insulted, but he felt more amused than anything. He had always given off a demeanor that naturally kept people in-line when they were around him (except for his roommate, but even he hadn't dared to call him such); no one ever seemed willing to risk a stab at him.

The brunet quirked an eyebrow, he hadn't really been expected the low, smooth sounding laugh as a response.

"You think I'm psychotic despite the fact that I let you in out of the rain and offered to dry your clothes while you wait on my imouto?" Ran turned his intense gaze back to the man at the other end of the couch.

"I didn't say you were necessarily cruel; though, I am a bit weary after seeing your intentions of making me wear a flowery towel while I wait, and then eyeing my chest like you were a minute ago." A pointed glare at the older man's direction, yet a teasing smirk danced on his lips.

"I was doing no such thing." The redhead spoke flatly and turned to stare at the Geisha portrait across the room; he hadn't known he was being so obvious about it.

"Don't even bother to deny it." The brunet was still smirking.

"I was wondering what you do to stay fit." Ran muttered, flipping through pages without any real focus.

"Sure, you were." Ken looked smug, his brown eyes seeming the glint mischeviously beneath a curtain of disheveled brown hair.

The violet-eyed man looked back up intently, "What you are implying, Hidaka-san?"

"Was I implying something?" Ken looked off, staring at various aspects of the room in idle amusement, his gaze lingered on a katana sheathed and mounted on the far wall.

"You..." Any words that the redhead could have said in reply seemed to dye. He was flirting. The thought stilled him before it seemed to morph behind his very eyes 1; he was flirting with Aya's boyfriend. Then as quickly, as the panic had come, it settled: He was flirting with a very attractive mostly-naked man on the couch in his father's house.

Nothing had ever felt so justifying.

He turned back to the other man with a smirk of his own, "You imply many things, Hidaka-san. I only wonder if you're aware of all of them."

No one heard the door shutting quietly in the foyer.

At the other end of the couch, the younger man turned to face him, the motion causing the split in the folds of the towel to reveal a few more inches of the smoothly tanned skin of Ken's thigh up to the riding hem of his green boxers. This was most likely unintentional. Most likely. Ran could barely help but wonder if it covered his entire body; at any rate, his gaze lingered noticeably before locking again on the other man's staring face.

"I should be aware. I'm the one implying them, aren't I?" Brown eye's stared at him boldly, serious despite their teasing glint.

The redhead felt a shiver like cold fingers creep down his spine and reminded himself forcefully that the other man was simply flirting and not forwardly propositioning him.

At that moment Mr. Fujimiya entered the room from the foyer, his suitcase dangling lifelessly in one hand. He stilled as his casual glance at the couch revealed an interesting sight. His face was as emotionless and stonelike as Ran's had ever been, only colder and hardened with age. His dark eyes locked instantly on the hardly-clothed figure to his left and his suddenly stoic son, whose violet eyes were narrowed at him in an intense glare at himself. He did not miss the defiant edge that glare held.

Briefly analyzing the situation, Mr. Fujimiya scowled darkly at his son and growled lowly, "Not in my house."

Ran's glare only intensified.

The room temperature seemed to grow colder.

"You will not do this in my house."

Aside from Ken, who was decidedly ill at ease, Ran was almost frightening in his stoicism. His glare never left the older man's eyes, and he made no instance to move or reply.

Without another word or glance, Mr. Fujimiya turned and continued his track through the room, his fist trembling furiously around his suitcase handle. He exited into the kitchen and continued muttering angrily as his son's frigid glare followed his retreating form, "Not in my house. Not in my house."

The den was silent for a moment, as it's two occupants sat in silence. It was only after a mild catatonic spell that Ken realised the dryer was sounding from the laundry room. Yet, he found himself stuck between asking what was going on with the strange old business man who had just growled at him and whether he should go get his clothes. He had a feeling his stony companion probably wouldn't answer the first, "The dryer's gone off. Should I go get my"

"In a minute." The redhead cut him off shortly.

They sat again in silence, Ran's being seemed to close in upon itself once more inside the shell of a scowl. Ken wondered silently what they were waiting for, but it became apparent as they heard Mr. Fujimiya exit the kitchen, stomp down the hallway, and ascend the stairs with furied footsteps.

When the ceiling above them echoed with the sound of the man's footsteps, Ran stood, scowl still in place, "Let's go get your clothes."

Ken nodded silently, deciding not to ask, but regarding the redhead before him with an soft glance. Thinking back on their little verbal game in the den a few minutes earlier, he found himself wondering how much of himself the other man was really hiding and the reason he was doing so. For the small amount of time they'd been alone, he had seen a dramatic change in the other man; one that made him think maybe Ran wasn't quite as mad as he had come across. Perhaps he was merely the victim of tragic circumstance.

The redhead cut off the machine quickly and opened the small round door to pull out a warm, mangled wad of clothes. He dropped them breezily into the other man's arms before turning and shutting the door again, "You can change in the bathroom or right there if you want, doesn't matter to me." And he excused himself from the small space and into the den once more.

Slowed by his thoughts, Ken simply dropped the towel and changed where he was. It wasn't as if he were completely naked anyway. He hung the towel carefully on a rack beside the machine when he was through and re-entered then den with quiet footsteps.

Ran looked up when he re-entered, closing the book which he had picked up again, despite basically giving up the idea of actually reading it, "I suppose it would probably be best for you to leave. Aya-chan may be later than I thought."

Ken stood quietly and nodded, he felt almost compelled to approach the now standing readhead and do something he would probably regret, but he simply bit his lip and nodded again. Curse his stubborn, but somewhat sympathetic, nature. He was not very good at restraining his impulses, like the focus of his attentions, but he made himself. It could only end badly, otherwise. He knew he hated receiving sympathy, and he wasn't about to make himself some sort of plague by dealing it to those who would most-likely be un-happily receiving of it.

They trailed to the door like trail mix, which made no sense but they somehow worked themselves out, and Ken put on his shoes quietly as the redhead put the key into the lock. They both paused as the key began to turn, their thoughts the same. Ran turned to make sure the other man wasn't about to have another spaz attack or anything. He was relieved to find the man just frowning bitterly and muttering about something shiny or whatnot. 2

He opened the door, allowing the man out onto the small porch-area, where they both observed the rain falling in sheets before them.

Ken grinned and stepped out into it without another thought, shuddered as the cold water splashed against his warm, dry skin. After only a moment he was soaking wet, and he stepped down from the small step onto the small concrete path through the Fujimiyas' miniscule yard. He turned around for a moment and smiled, "You know, I just realised the irony in waiting all that time for my clothes to dry, only to get wet again."

Ran sighed lightly; how true.

"Good bye." The brunet spoke quietly and made his way out into the rain, to the curb where he had left his bike.

Not going to be caught staring after the other man again, Ran hastily re-entered the doorway and reached for the key. He frowned, however, noticing another set of keys sitting next to them; he had never seen them before, therefore he assumed they must be Ken's. Grabbing the ring, he stepped back out onto the porch, looking for the other man. Stopping at the very edge of the small protected area, he felt as small droplets of water splashed from their continuous discourse onto his simple black shirt and slacks. He peered through the dismal view to see the brunet was walking back in his direction already, undoubtedly in search of the keys he had mindlessly left behind. As he came closer, it became apparent that the brunet had lifted his gaze to peer straight into his own, and whether he had wanted to or not, he found he could not look away.

He held out the keys silently, feeling the rain draping around his arm like a curtain and soaking his sleeve, making the key-ring slippery between his usually nimble fingers. This was acknowledged as the brunet also reach forward; however he did not grab the keys.

Ran felt himself suddenly doused in water as he was pulled into the rain, flush against a hard, lithe body. The gaze never even shifted, and as the brunet drew even closer, Ran suddenly knew what was coming. His lips parted on their own, as if in anticipation for what he had been unknowingly waiting for all evening. The rain seemed to fall harder around them, and it seemed everything else was temporarily invisible, blurred by the onslaught of falling water.

Ken's lips were soft as the pressed against his, but they stayed for hardly three seconds before he drew back to glance at his almost lost, unsure expression. Then he leaned forward and kissed him again, and this time he did not pull back. It was warm; whereas the rain had felt chill and harsh against his skin in the first seconds he was pulled from his protection, it now seemed to fall around him and embrace him with fluid motion. Ran felt himself press closer as if by instinct, sinking deeper into the heat that seemed to be coursing through him.

Ken hadn't intended it to be quite like it was. He had been aiming at something far more teasing; possibly only to see the redhead give him that stunned look again. Leave him with questions. What he received was more than the brief exhileration of exitement he had been searching for. It was as if the wind had taken it's force from his very lungs and left him breathless and wanting for something that seemed so easy to fly away.

Somehow, everything seemed so strangely beautiful, in it's own unintelligible, maddening way.

Finally he drew back to breathe, backing up and feeling Ran's arms, which had somehow found their way around his waist, fall away. He pried the keys gently from a listless hand and backed away. He watched the redhead for a second longer, both simply regarding each other in silence, before he turned and left.

Again, Ran stood as if in a trance in the yard, watching as the bike and it's rider rode off down the street, kicking up water with slowly increasing speed.

He had never felt so fond of rain until that moment.

Across the street, Aya peered through the window of a car, parked at the curb. The two other occupants in the car were also looking. Beside her, she felt her friend Sakura tug at her sleeve and speak in a quiet, comforting tone, "Maybe you'd like to spend the night at oiur apartment, instead?"

From the driver's seat up front, Sakura's older sister, Yuriko gave a sympathetic glance, "I'm sure 'kaa-san wouldn't mind."

Aya remained frozen, simply staring at the spot where her boyfriend had just kissed her brother. Not just kissed him, but kissed him. And now he stood there, red hair wet and dripping into his eyes, black clothes soaking him to the skin, and it was only March, looking for all like he didn't know who he was or where. Part of her wanted to get out of the car and urge him inside out of the weather, while another part wanted to get out of the car and yell at him.

How dare he. How dare they...

Either way she wanted to get out of the car and do something, but Sakura's gentle tugging at her sleeve and Yuriko's calm and sympathetic eyes stopped that notion. She needed to be somewhere else right now. Somewhere her brother was not, and Ken was not. Somewhere she could comfortably curl up against a pillow and cry until the rain took over for her failure at bearing more tears.

"Ok..." She nodded quietly, still unable to move her dark eyes from her brother, still standing lifelessly in the yard.

Sakura sneezed on Aya's shoulder.

"Ew." The dark-haired girl frowned.

to be continued

A/N: Feel free to act like the last two lines aren't even there, if you like. Things were simply to serious/mushy for me and I just had to give someone some germs or something. For my own sanity, really.

1 I laughed at that for a long time. Longer than was necessary. Necessary being at all.

2 The "something shiny" would be Stephen King's film "The Shining". Please don't look at me like that.

Thank you...

mistskeeper (from last chapter) - I'm so happy you're enjoying! Somewhat Damaged is probably discontinued, sorry. I've really lost my inspiration for it, and everything I had written was on a floppy disc, which I no-longer have a drive for. I hope you continue to read and enjoy this piece, though!

orangejuicehugger - I am unbelievably amused at your name. Threatening people creatively just seems like something at which Ran would excel. Thanks!

kyria valkyrie - Update fast? Moi? I don't think so, I'm doing better by the once-a-week thing, but this is really the first time that's happened. Kenken is so dramatic, ne? Face-faulting over it and all.

yaumi - Wondering how I'm going to pair them up, eh? Well, I really think they'll do that themselves. ;)

aki midori - As for a start of action, I should think this chapter is really the start. Hope it made you squeal or cheer or something equally fan-girly. Because that's what fan-girls should do when Ran and Ken hook up! Hurrah:D

Rie - Isn't Sugi adorable in that PV? It just makes me smile thinking about it! He's even got the kind of semi-mid-length blond hair. xx; I die. And yes, Kenken's fairly long-winded about the whole "I like Ran" thing, ne?

M4r1-ch4n - Ken acting like Sugi in the Super Love PV? Mwa ha! I've totally never even thought about that! Someone badly needs to write Sugi-like Ken: the ladies man. Youji and Ken's conversations are just mindless banter; one day a bunch of witty people should just get together and be witty together, in my opinion. Happy you enjoyed that, though. The de-angstification is kind of rough right now, especially at the end of this chapter. Eek, maybe it'll just go away soon...

Suke-san - Meh, I've done one-dimensional plot-fodder Aya before, but it was only to advance the story line. I mean, when you've used all the regular characters up and you still don't have a villan? It's always the comatose girl who gets the job. As for OTT big-brother Ran, that was product of me ort of going crazy while I wrote; it's like a natural response that when I start getting irritated or bored with what I'm writing I insert something ridiculous. It happens often, but it's the only thing that keeps me from stopping. Sorry about that. Hurrah! for realism. I was hoping it would sound realistic, I'm glad it came out that way. I really appreciate the comments and criticism, thank you so much!

HeatherR - Aha! I'm so happy you enjoyed Kenken's rant! He just seems to have so much to say suddenly. Oo; (hates how this site won't support little face-things anymore) I'm often like that, too. I finish the editing and everything the day I post so that I can post it immediately, otherwise I'll go mad. When I write one-shots I usually write them on the day they're posted, and the first part of this was posted on the same day I wrote it. Eh heh!

Hellcat81 - Well, I certainly aided your wish for more RanxKen interaction. As for longer chapters, I just write them as they are outlined in my notebook, and there's really no way to extend it without messing with the story. I've tried (glares at her other fics). Happy RanxKen-ness!

Kiritalia - The simplicity? Eek! Sorry if it seems like it just complicated to you; it'll even itself back out rather quickly, you'll see. Nothing dark and creepy about this fic though, despite what certain things may imply. Thanks!

Uber-Meister - The Ken/Aya-ness is originally what made me wonder if anyone would even bother reading this; your nervousness is fully understood. RanxKen is perfection! Don't worry about Aya-chan. She's no weakling. She could probably even kick Ran's ass if she felt so inclined. (sniggers wickedly) Always happy to see a new reader; please keep reading!

The Weaver Atropos - Hurrah! RanKen-ness at last! And yes, Ken's past love affair, what a mystery, eh? (rolls eyes) But you'll never guess about Ran! Mwa ha! I can't for the part where I explain that. Especially hope you liked this chapter:P

keishin - Overused? I suppose... Oh well, I'm happy you liked it. As for the band name, it's one of those things that no-one ever seems to want to out-right explain, I have a pretty good idea that I get it, but I don't really want to get it wrong. So all I can say is, maybe a little research in Roger's Profanisaurus does a person good? (sweatdrop)

meiflower - He he! Youji's reactions seems to be quite a popular one. I'd probably do it too. Or scream at the injustice of missing puzzle pieces. Damn irritating, that is.

Zeto - Sure, Aya the yaoi fan-girl would be plausible, but then it'd all be too easy! Where's the drama? I'll make her squeal at the two of them in another chapter just for you, ok?

(person with two little up-arrows for name) - Sorry your name wouldn't show up here.Eek, yes, the AyaKen is gone now. :) It's pretty safe to say.I hope this chapter was good for "much faster ranken developements". :D

Krysana - Ken SHALL know if Ran's a natural redhead by the time the fic is over. Or so I am planning on it. Maybe some citrus, but not a lemon (points at the stupid NC-17 policy and her inability to write one). And I plan on writing Ran accosting poor Kenken in a hallway sometime soon, not in this fic, but it will happen. :P Wai! So happy you like my Ken, because I adore yours!

Narijima - I'm happy you think they're all in character. That's the one thing I worry about most when I write fanfiction. It's nice to have an affirmation that I'm not butchering the characters. xx;

Anendee - Youji's mysterious date for Ken wasn't mentioned, she wasn't really important. "Poor Sexy Ken"? That made me laugh. What a way to put it!

And everyone else reviewed! I'm grateful for every one of them!

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