Ken and I

By: Hentai Y. Slave

Genre: PG-13, shonen-ai, fluff, humor, AU

Pairing: implied RanXKen so far, will develop later (I hope)

Summary: Companion fic to "Ran and I", done in Ran's POV. Follow Ran's thoughts on some of the events that happen in the daily lifes of Ran and Ken (AU, fluff, shonen-ai, RanXKen, Ran's POV)

Notes: Yay! Yay! I finally wrote this! (dances around happily) Hope this fic will be as fun as "Ran and I" If you're new...well I suggest you read "Ran and I" first...

Disclaimer: grumbles I.DO.NOT.OWN.WEISS.KREUZ.OR.ANY.OF.ITS.CHARACTERS. Happy? But I do own this fic. Mwahahaha.

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Chapter 1: TV! Soccer match! Ken strips?

"Oh Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyou..." Ken chants to me. You can practically see the stars in his eyes. I waved him away, trying to resume reading my book.

Ken is my stepbrother of some sort. When my family...met with unfortunates... his parents adopted me and I became Ken's older brother since I was...well older. I still remembered the first day I met him. He looked at me with the curiosity of a cat, and his questions for me were met by my grieving silence. Despite so, little kenken still continued to try and coax something out of me, usually by ranting about himself and sharing his problems. I might have forged irritation at his rambling then, but I was really in fact grateful for his attention. It was like a continual pouring of sunshine on me while my world was still filled with rain.

As I slowly opened up to him, he became even more comfortable with me. His own openness made him as easy to read as a book, and I have come to recognize his strengths and weakness, his loves and hates. I doted on him as much as I did on my own sister. Perhaps even more...

A few weeks ago, Ken had been walking to and fro in the house, holding a sports magazine and mumbling to himself. It seems that an important match was going to be shown on a particular sports channel that our family did not subscribe to. He was grumbling about it so much that I went ahead and subscribed the channel for him. Not that I cared of course; it was just to shut him up. Just that.

Don't give me that look...

Fine, I cared for him. Just as a brother. Hn.

Anyway, that was the reason why Ken is currently pouring out words of thanks in buckets. I snapped out of my inner monologue when I realized Ken was saying something else.

"Ran, will you watch the match with me? Please?" He pleaded, jumping up and down like a puppy. He acts so much like a kid sometimes, especially when it has something to do with soccer. But that's what's so endearing about him.

Yes, I find him endearing. As a brother. That's all.

Stop snickering or I will run you through with my katana. Hn.

Oh no. He is giving me his puppy-eye look again. I mentally cursed that kid Omi for teaching him that. I wish to read my book. I do NOT want to waste my time watching a few people trying to kill each other chasing after a ball. I will NOT give in to the cute look he has on his face.

"...Fine," I replied. Too bad my mouth decided to overwrite my brain. Ken starts jumping around in joy. I cannot help but smile at his cheerfulness.

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In his excitement to watch the match, he had dragged me to sit on the sofa next to him a whole good ten minutes earlier. This proves to be a mistake as a short piece of news report was being played on the TV. It showed a car accident; very similar to the one my parents and sister Aya were involved in. Ken gave me a sidelong glance, checking if I was feeling all right.

For many years I had been afraid to watch the news. Every road accident reported caused memories of my family's death to seize me suddenly, forcing a silent tear to fall down my cheek. But Ken understood what was happening; every time a stray tear falls, he would gently brush it away, giving me a pat on my shoulder for comfort. It was a small gesture, but a very important one as it gives me the strength to continue living and helps me hold on to my sanity.

I gave him a small smile to indicate that I was all right, and all was forgotten once the soccer match had started. While Ken's attention was glued to the screen, my thoughts went back to the soccer tournament not so long ago. Ken was in our school soccer team as a striker, and they were playing the finals on school grounds. I still remembered how he tried to appear calm while warming up but obviously (well, obvious to me at least) feeling nervous. I remembered giving him best wishes, and promising to treat him to ice cream (the cheapest kind of course).

And I remembered the kiss.

Till now I am still not sure what came over me to do that. Maybe it was because he was looking too cute being anxious; maybe it was because I wanted to wish him luck more affectionately...

Or maybe it was because I loved him?

...I don't know.

Then for a reason Ken refused to tell me, he injured an opposing member even before the match started. I remembered one of his teammates had came running to me (Yohji, wasn't it?), telling me that Ken was sent to the principal's office. Ken gave me an affectionate hug after I helped him be let off the hook, effectively making me forget about asking him for the reason for the fight. Oh well, it is just like kenken to do something unexpected...

Like that time he became a delinquent and broke all the school rules. I cannot even remember why I was angry with him in the first place to ignore him, but really, was there such a need to do all that to get my attention? Though I admit, I was really touched by the motive behind his actions. I am just glad he was not really turning bad...

"Almost! Come on! Shoot already!" I heard Ken shout. I turned back to the screen to see that a player was fast approaching the goalkeeper, then...

"GOAL!!!!!!!!!" Ken cheered, just as the ball went into the net. Ken, being the animated person that he is, practically jumped off the sofa before he ran around it, pulling his shirt off and twirling it in his right hand in celebration, as if it was him who scored. For me, I clapped as enthusiastically as I can (which is just a few), before I found my eyes resting on Ken.

More precisely, on his bare chest. With his shirt off, the firm abdominal muscles and leaned figure that he had built up due to his vigorous soccer trainings were clearly seen. I found my gaze lingering on his perfectly tanned skin, now glistening due to the sweat he had developed due to his running. I started to wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through his firm muscles...

...until a shirt landed on my face.

A sweaty, dirty jersey that Ken had been wearing, then twirling in his hand.

I growled. I really growled.

A small yelp was heard from Ken, before the offensive article was removed from my face. Sure, I love Ken, clean or sweaty, but NOT a sweaty, stinking jersey! I can still smell the dirty shirt! I glared daggers at him. He had the decency to look sheepish, one hand holding the jersey and the other scratching his head nervously.

"U-Uh. S-Sorry Ran...I kind of got over excited and uh let go of the shirt. But iswearididntmeantoletitlandonyourface…" he rambled nervously.

I waved a hand to silent him. A babbling, blushing Ken who has that 'oh shit Ran is going to kill me' look does not really change anything. I stood up to go.

"I'm going to take a shower," I informed him. Sure, I have already taken one, but I guess I better just go. God knows what will happen to me if another goal is scored...

"But didn't you just..." Ken started to say, before I gave him a look that said 'Don't Ask', effectively silencing him. I was about to walk away when Ken spoke up again, making me pause in mid step.

"I'm sorry, Ran." Ken said. He sounded so sad that I just had to turn back to him. He had his head down. God he thinks I hate him.

Don't you understand kenken? I do not take such little things to heart. It does not matter what you do, and whether you apologize or not. I would still forgive you. Hell, you could have accidentally sliced my arm off with my katana and I would still forgive you. I would always forgive you.

...maybe it was because I loved him?

"It's nothing," I tell him. I further reassured him with a bright smile, a smile that I reserved just for him. He smiles back gratefully; with so much gratefulness that it seemed I had given the world to him. I wish I could too...

...maybe it was because I loved him?

I turned to go for my second shower again, and he resumed watching his match. That was when he decided to speak up again.

"Is my jersey THAT smelly?"

I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

End or TBC?

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Author's notes: Finished!!! Hahaha...i'm still snickering about the shirt flying to Ranny's face part XD

Ran: (growl)

Author: Heh heh, that's punishment for thinking dirty thoughts about kenken!

Ken: Review please! And read "Ran and I", done in my POV!

Author: Yup yup, the x'mas special is up too!