Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kruez, or my car… which is really sad, but oh well!

To Traipse Tokyo

I wipe the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, and stand up to stretch out my back and limbs after finishing today's tedious work in the barn. I've got the rest of the evening off, unless of course Master finds some unnecessary use for me. 'I guess I'd better get going before he finds an excuse to drag me into some stupid task… not that he needs an excuse.' Frowning slightly, I walk into the castle, using the back doors and lesser-used passageways to evade any attention directed my way, and run up the stairs to my room. I'm usually never in here at night, seeing as how the master has an incessant need for company at night. 'I always thought that three's a crowd, but according to Master, that's just the way he likes it.' It isn't only me in the huge bed at night with Master, he brings along Nagi as well, and though it isn't right of me to wish it, I do. I wish that Master would be content with just Nagi and leave me out of it, of course that way of selfish thinking leads to the reality that poor Nagi would be alone in his sadistic clutches, and that's not good. 'Now that I think about it, Nagi doesn't seem to mind too much, sleeping in Master's bed and being used all the time, I mean… I wonder why.'

I scowl at the mirror in front of me before turning to browse through my closet in search of appropriate city clothes. Something fitting, but comfortable, attractive, but modest. Growling outwardly, I snatch a pair of black jeans from their hanger and an ordinary white t-shirt with the arrogant words, Ralph Lauren, stitched across the expanse of it, and then I hastily throw the outfit on and glance in the mirror once more. I'm not overly vain, but I do put some effort and pride in to my appearance; once I'm sure that there are no flaws about my person I swivel around and exit the building.

Twenty minutes later I'm standing in front of my favorite library/book store. You can lounge around in comfy sofas while you read, or you can peruse through the countless volumes of awe-inspiring tales of myth and adventure, fiction and fact, or humor and tragedy, and then, when you've found the one book that you just can't live without, you can stand in a short line, emphasis on the short, to purchase your choice. 'What to choose today? How about a book on the study of the human physic, after all it is said that, "The mind is but a barren soil; a soil which is soon exhausted and will produce no crop, or only one, unless it be continually fertilized and enriched with foreign matter." - (Joshua Reynolds.) And I have absolutely no knowledge concerning the workings of the human mind, I never had the will to study so tedious a task before, but now it seems… intriguing.'

I pass hastily through the sports to reach the other end of the store, where the books lay, calling to me softly. Suddenly, a form comes hurtling around the sharp end of a nearby book shelf and flies haphazardly into me, spinning us both to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

A mop of beautiful brown hair is scattered across my chest, and when the mop pulls back it reveals a set of milk chocolate eyes, warm enough to melt the glaciers of Antarctica. They widen in shock and the man's mouth hangs open as he freezes atop me and stares right back without flinching.

Sputtering he jumps up off me and stretches out a hand to help me up. "S.. sorry. I am so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. I wanted to get a magazine, but I was already late for work so I was running, and I wasn't looking where I was going. And I'm … I'm so sorry," he finishes as I raise up a hand to silence his rambling.

I slide my mask in place and reply coolly, "It's no problem. No one was hurt, and I was partially to blame as well. Don't get so worked up over it, it was nothing."

"N…no. It was my fault, honestly. I'm really sorry… I'm sorry," he insists.

I deny myself the urge to roll my eyes, 'You poor strange little man. You have my pity, farewell,' and refrain from spitting out the snotty remark. Instead I reply, "Seriously, it's ok…" 'How do I end this conversation?' "Weren't you late for work?"

I never would have thought that it was humanly possible for anyone's eyes to get bigger than his already were, but lo and behold, they did, and if it weren't for my senses telling me that he was human, I would've sworn he was some strange species of elf, or something else along that line.

"Oh shit!"

'Oh, what distasteful language coming from such a pretty mouth… pity, really.'

When I look back up he's gone, and where he had stood moments ago lay a copy of Sports Weekly. Bending down, I pick up the neglected pad of colorful papers, and flip through it to glance briefly at all of the stats and photos, so on and so forth. On a spur-of-the-moment impulse I grip the paper tightly in my hands and stride up to the counter to buy the item. I've never read anything about sports, and like I said earlier, or rather, like Joshua Reynolds said, my mind needs to be 'enriched with foreign matter.'

As I leave the store with my purchase in hand it finally strikes me… I've seen that man before! He was the man that I had followed the night before that had given me the unexpected feeling of butterflies in my stomach! Frantically, I peer up and down the bustling Tokyo streets, in search of a luscious mop of warm brown hair and shining eyes, but the crowd is much too dense to see more than 20 before me, even with my advantage of height over the majority of the population.

Swiftly, I coil my way around numerous, less than dignified smelling, people and down a dank alleyway. Jumping up onto the rafters of the nearest building, I race along the pipeline agilely, while still scavenging the bobbing heads below. I'd search for him by smell, but with so many different people around, each with their own unique odor, they all mix together in one witch-craft of a stew of putrid smells, and so I choose to breathe through my mouth, and therefore save my nose from unnecessary burning.

Sighing in miserable defeat, I alight from the roof and make my way slowly back towards the gloomy castle and the repulsive touch of my master. Once I'm out of the city I glance down at the magazine, that I'm still miraculously clutching, and decide to stop along the countryside path to read a portion of it. The majority of it contains facts on numerous soccer players and matches between famous teams from all over the world. 'He must like soccer…a lot!' I actually find myself enjoying the words that streak across the page in excited clamor, and I can even feel a tiny smile play at my lips as I imagine the joy the man would have gotten out of reading a particular article. 'Maybe I should go to his house and give him the magazine… yeah, I'll just say I stumbled into him on accident and just happened to have the thing with me… yeah, that's what I'll do.'

Smirking to myself in pleasure, I stumble up from the ground and return my feet to the path in the direction of my prison.

A/N: Ok, finished chappie 3! Yes! Well, how was it? Now Ken's finally been introduced to Ran, although they've yet to exchange names. I'm hoping to make this a lengthy story, so I'm trying to take everything slowly, can't have climaxes and relationships and whatnot just popping up everywhere all in the first couple of chapters, right? And I don't take credit from that one quote by Joshua Reynolds, or the quote from Buzz Light Year in Toy Story. I didn't even mean to put Buzz's quote in there, but I just suddenly got this mental image of Ran thinking that in his head while staring at Ken like he was an idiot… it made me happy! (grin) Ran's soooo hot, and Ken is just… AH I LOVE KEN! HE'S SOOOOOOO SEXY AND I JUST LOVE HIM! Sorry, you must have realized by now that I'm an avid fan of my baby-boy, Ken! Anyways, that's ok if you guys like Ran more, or even Omi or Yoji, cause they're totally kick-butt too! That just means that I get Ken all to myself! (ARG) ok, ok, let's see, I'll write the next chapter a.s.a.p. , but I have marching band practice after school Monday through Wednesday this week, and then a parade I have to march in and a bonfire I have to play (band) at on Thursday, then Friday is the football game I have to perform at (band), and then Saturday is my Homecoming dance, so probably Sunday. Band sure takes up a lot of time, doesn't it? Are any of you in band? I bet somebody is. Review guys, come on, I love them! Well, see you next chapter!

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