Disclaimer: I own Ran and Ken in my dreams. So NO kage DOES NOT and will NEVER own WEISS.
Oh how I lament reality!!! (Author bopped for being so overdramatic.)
A/N: Wow!!! There are people reading this fic… O.o
Reviews!!! YAY!!! Aww… minna san…. Arigatoo Gozaimashita!!! That was like… the most reviews I've got for a chapter… THANK YOU for wasting… uh… taking the time to read this!!! Here's a hug! : )
Sorry this took quite a while. Can't seem to write angst during the holidays… I blame too much sugar… I still have some after effects of my sugarhigh so bear with me.
Err… okay a few quick notes: I think this is gonna be a three or four part thing; I apologize for the countless spelling errors; with the threat of having a shi-ne mode Aya on my neck, rest assured that this will not be a deathfic. Ummm… this chapter is also a bit sad still.
And finally, if I really did, I didn't mean to make any one cry okay? : )
Now, maybe I should note that for the last lines of this fic, I took from another fic of mine "Twisted", so I don't think I'm plagiarizing anything if I got it from something I wrote right?
Please read and review first before throw those rotten tomatoes that I can see you guys are holding…
And on with this piece…
Frost
Part II Games
A snow covered morning greeted the metropolis, the clouds thinning a bit to allow faint rays of sunlight to filter through to the world below.
On a room atop a little flowershop, a certain brunette grudgingly woke up from a dreamless slumber to tired muscles and tender healing bruises. Ken Hidaka slowly stretched his body, careful not to pull on any injured muscles. His blue green eyes opened hesitantly to meet the pale light streaming into the window. Somehow he feels drained even after sleep. It must have been because he had walked aimlessly for hour the previous night before he decided to turn in. The same routine he'd been doing for two nights now.
Damn, he is tired.
But the room is cold.
His brain is still muzzy.
Still, it feels the cold.
He wants to sleep some more.
But it's cold under covers too.
And he has to go to work.
Maybe the heater's broken down.
It's time to take that hot shower.
Damn, it's too cold.
Thus, he got up and took a very hot shower.
Enough to sting uncomfortably, but not enough to burn.
And yet the second he got out, it was still feels…
Cold.
xxx
The day proved to be quite a busy one at the Koneko flower shop. That infamous blonde playboy went out to do the morning deliveries and probably won't be back till lunch or after he get some pretty girl's number in his little black book. The blonde genki, on the other hand went out back to water the new stocks that came earlier. Inside the shop, one customer satisfactorily went out the door with a bunch of flowers in hand leaving the shop empty save for two people. And silence hung in the air for some minutes. Or maybe half an hour. Or longer.
A certain redhead sat on the counter quietly stared at an unmoving brunette who was supposed to arranging an order. Ken was staring into space, one his hands frozen in mid-action, holding a leaf, while the other, holding the scissor was busily cutting through the air. He had that 'i'm-somewhere-in-la-la-land' look again for the nth time over the past few days.
Well, Aya got tired of staring and scowled.
Blue green orbs were jolted out of trance as their owner felt something on his lips, and was greeted by the sight of half lidded amethyst gems and warm lips on his.
Suddenly it wasn't cold any more.
Until reality came crashing down.
What the he-?
"Daydreaming 'bout me, Kenken?" The voice was low, flat, cold. Pale, beautiful face sporting a small smirk. Seemingly mocking. Would've made Youji proud.
Ken felt his face burn in embarrassment..
A second of silence.
Before a resounding slap broke the stillness in reply.
Pale face now marred with red stinging mark.
Blue green eyes began to feel something stinging.
Damn, his hand hurt.
"Fuck you, Fujimiya." He is confused but he will not give in.
"Oh is that what you were dreaming about?" came the icy reply.
A good uppercut would have connected with Aya's jaw had he not been able to catch it, while effectively dodging another and then catching that one as well. And thus they stood there in the middle of the shop. One glaring openly, looking a bit flushed, and the other staring back coolly. Before the moment was broken.
"Let me go damn it!" And the soccer player began to struggle against his leader's firm grip. To no avail.
Until…
"Hey Ken-kun…"
Omi called from the back. Approaching footsteps can be heard.
Aya's hold abruptly loosened.
Ken gathered his wits while the redhead just turned his back and walk calmly to the counter.
The brunette glared daggers at his leader's turned back. Till the genki voice sounded in his ears once more.
"Hey Ken-kun…"
He turned just to see the young blonde standing by the back door.
"…can you help me bring in some of the plants?"
"Sure Omi."
"Is Youji back yet?"
"Oh you know that guy, he's probably finding a date on the side."
xxx
Out back, Ken began to lift the first plant.
Then Omi just had to say something.
"Anou, Ken…" He's got that look on his face.
"Yes, Omi?" Ken knows that look.
"Are you alright?" Damn, he knew it. It's that 'I-know-something's-wrong-but I'll-play innocent-till-you-tell-me' kind of look.
"Why do you ask?" Uh-oh. Ken thinks, 'I can't deal with this right now.' And thus the game of playing dumb began with the two best friends.
"Your face is all red." Which translates to: 'Something happened in there with Aya. That you don't want to talk about.'
"It is?" Meaning: 'it's that obvious?'
A hand reached out and touched Ken's forehead. "You're hot too. You might have a fever." Meaning: 'I can see right through you.'
Ken did not reply.
Omi tried again. "Maybe you're having a relapse." Read: 'do you want to talk about it?'
"Stop fussing Omi." Meaning: 'I don't want to talk right now okay?'
"Maybe you should go rest." Which means exactly what it means: 'take a break.'
"I'm fine, really." Read: 'I'm not backing down. I can handle it.'
The plant was taken from the brunette's arms, before a stubborn reply came: "Go. Rest. Or I'll ask Aya to make you." This was of course resorting to blackmail. Meaning: 'Go and brood where we can't see you."
And thus Ken reluctantly carried his heavy feet into the shop and up the stairs when he heard voices that froze him in midstep.
"Hey Aya." Youji.
"Go away, Kudou." Aya.
"Aww… I missed you too."
"…"
"What are you writing?"
"…"
"That a love letter?"
Glare.
"So, made your move yet, Scrooge?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Kudou."
"Right. And I'm a snow fairy. Drop the act."
"…"
"You are incorrigible."
"And you should mind your own business."
"Well, you're hurting Ken!"
"What the hell do you know Kudou!"
"I may not know the entire story, but I can see plenty Fujimiya! Kenken's always out of it that even those naïve little fangirls are noticing. Cutting flower petals instead of stems."
"…"
"You're always staring at him when you think no one's looking. Him giving you the sad puppy eyes when you turn your back. I maybe seem oblivious most of the time, but I'm not blind Fujimiya!"
"…"
"Why do I even bother?"
"…"
"What? You're not gonna say anything?"
"There's nothing to say."
"Damn it. You're one cold bastard, you know."
Temperatures rising.
"What do you want me to say? That I like Hidaka?"
"At the very least, yes."
"Well I don't."
"What?"
"I don't like him. In fact…"
"What?"
"I hate him."
"What the hell--"
" I hate his guts. I hate his carelessness. He always makes such a mess…"
At those words, the two didn't notice the topic of their conversation hastily walked up the stairs, and into his room, silent tears burning those blue green orbs once again.
Why is it so damn cold?
xxx
Downstairs, a piece of paper lay bared on the countertop only to be picked up by a certain blonde whose eyes widened as the meaning of words written on the white sheet began to make sense.
People say I'm cold.
Maybe they're right after all.
I am cold.
My hands are cold. I can't feel my feet.
My whole body seems to be frozen in ice.
Yes.
I concur.
I've always been cold.
I've never minded though.
I never even noticed.
Until the warmth came.
I don't need the warmth.
I don't want to need it.
It reminds me that I'm alive.
I'm not alive.
Not for a very long time.
I'm already dead.
I've always been dead.
Since that night when I lost everything.
So please…
Just let me be dead some more…
End chapter.
A/N: Well that's it. I have a bit of mixed emotions about posting this chap… got shorter than intended... but oh well…
So hate it? like it? Was it crappy? Or sappy? Should I go through with the last or second to the last chappie? (Hey I made rhymes… crappy… but rhymes) (Alright, that's it, no more candy for me today!)
Please R&R… It's really appreciated.
Author hides and waits for the oncoming onslaught from livid readers…
Ja ne, minna.
