Well hiya people! I am Whisper Reilman and this is my fanfic. It was going to be a one-shot fic that I was going to submit to Blade and Claw's Ken Uke contest, but along the way I got other ideas and...well...maybe it will be ready in time for next year's contest, eh? So, here comes the disclaimer.
DISCLAIMER, WARNINGS, AND OTHER SUCH THINGS: First off darlings, this fanfic is yaoirific, that is, it contains yaoi. In fact, in a couple chapters it will contain quite a bit of it. If this isn't your thing then go read a safefic of some sort. Second, I do not own Weiß. I own a lot of merchandise, but did not come up with the idea and do not profit from the madness I am writing in any way, shape, or form. Though, if the fates were kind to me they'd let me profit in the form of Ken, but I doubt that will happen. You have now been warned and disclaimed and, if you're still with me, you rock.
The Koneko Wars
Chapter One: Alliances Dissolved
"Yohji-san, where's Ken-san? It's Thursday." Yohji looked up from the dahlias he was supposed to be arranging and took in the pouting fangirl in front of him. He would have smiled at her, but she was wearing a soccer jersey that had "Hidaka Forever" emblazoned on the front of it.
"Good morning Megumi-chan, Ken asked me to fill in for him today." The tall blonde waited patiently through Megumi's squeal of disappointment then took up a flower from the pile that sat in front of him. "Your frown pains me," he leaned forward and ran the petals of the flower across her mouth, "perhaps this will wipe it away." He handed the flower to her and nearly laughed at her startled expression, converting the sparkling laughter in his eyes into a steamy, half lidded longing.
"A...arigato Yohji-san." Megumi bowed, clutching the flower to her chest. "Ano...would you give this to Ken-san for me please, it's very important that he get it today."
Yohji reached out slowly and took the envelope she held out to him. A love letter, how revolting. Keeping his inner disgust hidden, he passed the envelope under his nose and smiled. "Ah, it smells of your shampoo, how fortunate Ken is to receive such a blessing." Why does this envelope smell like cologne? This girl has definite issues, though I wouldn't expect less from the president of Ken's fan club. How did their club song go again? Yohji spat out polite, flattering words to the girl as she left, his mind wondering back and forth between singing the Ken Club's anthem and pondering the cologne that the letter seemed to be saturated in.
"You shouldn't fondle someone else's mail." At the sound of the icy, deep voice Yohji started and set the letter down on the counter. "You've been down here for two hours and haven't gotten a single thing done, have you?"
Yohji shrugged and stepped away from the table. "I figured I would save you the trouble of having to redo it when I inevitably screwed up." To be honest, Yohji didn't know why they were still working at the Koneko; Taketori had been taken down, Schwarz had been defeated, and Aya-chan and Sakura-chan had both been shipped off to an all girls boarding school in Switzerland. The last had been Aya's doing, the paranoid assassin believed that his dear imouto would still be in danger if she stayed in Japan. At least Ken and Omi were getting on with their lives. Omi had placed first in the national exams and received a full scholarship to a nearby private college and, though his studies took up a generous amount of his day, he still was able to take closing shifts at the shop and join Weiß on the missions Manx brought from the new director of operations. Ken had cleared his name and gone back to his first love, J-League. In the years he'd been absent from the league his skills hadn't faded any. In fact, thanks to Weiß, he was better now than he had been before the scandal-- sports analysts were predicting Japan's victory in the World Cup this year. Of course this meant that, during the season, Ken missed some missions while at away games, though none of his teammates could complain when he returned after a game, his smile banishing every shadow in the room, even the one that seemed to continually hover around Aya. "I wasn't fondling the mail," Yohji protested, breaking out of his reverie. Casually he walked over to Aya and waved the envelope under the man's nose. "Does this smell like a crazed fangirl to you?" It smells more like a crazed fanboy. Yohji dismissed that thought quickly, mentally berating himself. Wishful thinking Kudou.
"It could be another trap, open it." Aya stood across from Yohji, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes giving away nothing as he waited for his orders to be carried out.
"You can't just open someone else's mail, Aya. Ken would be able to figure out if it's a trap on his own, he doesn't need us butting into his personal business." Aya raised a brow and continued to stand patiently, waiting for Yohji to work through his own stupidity. Right Yohji, he hasn't figured it out the last three times someone tried to kill him. Half rate hitmen the lot of them, you'd think that with what some of these players earn they'd at least be able to afford someone with decent skills and some tact. The love letter thing has sooo been done before. But why would Megumi-chan be working against her idol? With a sigh Yohji handed the envelope to Aya. "You do it, if he's going to be mad at someone for prying into his life, I'd rather it not be me."
Aya took the letter from Yohji's hand and grunted at him in way of reply. Nodding towards the front door to remind the blonde that they had business to conduct, Aya retreated to the back room where he proceeded to steam the envelope open with the heat and moisture of his breath. Ken, what have you gotten yourself into this time? The redhead slowly peeled the top of the envelope back and removed the letter inside, scanning it's contents for a few moments before dropping the letter to the ground, his body frozen in shock.
"Oi, Aya! Can I get some help out here, this lady wants three...Aya?" Oh shit. Seeing Aya's frozen form Yohji ran back into the showroom and begged pardon of the kind woman, telling her that Omi would deliver her order to her later that day, he had a family emergency to tend to. Easily taken by Yohji's charm, the middle-aged housewife gladly agreed and left the shop, nearly getting hit on the head as Yohji pulled the gate down, locking it before he hurried back to Aya. "Aya, talk to me!" He shook the redhead until the movement of Aya's hand caught his attention, a long pale finger was pointing to the letter on the floor. Who is it? Who's trying to get at our Kenken? Yohji picked the letter up off the cement and scanned it before looking over to Aya with his jaw hanging open and his eyes wide. "Well shit."
*******
Ken came bouncing into the Koneko, sweat plastering his t-shirt to his chest, revealing every twitch and flex of the muscles beneath. "Hey Omi, has Megumi-chan been in today?" he asked the genki youth who appeared to be the only one of his teammates in the store.
"Hai Ken-kun, Yohji said she left you a letter but I don't know where he put it. Can you lend a hand for a few, Yohji and Aya split on me."
"Aya split? Is something wrong with..."
Omi waved his hands frantically. "Oh no, nothing like that, they said they had some business to attend to and they'd be back in about an hour. The after school rush is about to begin and I can't handle it by myself."
Ken ran over to the corner of the shop and took his blue apron off of the hanger, quickly tying it about himself. I reek. With a sigh he plastered a smile on his face and prepared for the fangirls that would, no doubt, be endeavoring to grope him.
*******
"This is the address I found," Yohji whispered, pulling the Seven up beside a white, middle-income apartment complex. "Apartment 410 is two doors over to the right and up." Aya nodded and moved out of the car silently. Though dressed in dark blue jeans and a white short-sleeved oxford, Aya moved as though on a mission, his body tense with anticipation, his mind focused on his target. Without waiting for Yohji to follow Aya walked up the stairs to apartment 410, taking them three at a time in long, fluid strides. Raising a white hand Aya knocked twice on the mahogany door then waited, a scowl ready for whomever answered.
"Aya-san, how good of you to visit! Won't you come in?" Megumi moved away from the door, waiting for her second favorite florist to enter. "What can I do for...:"
"Where's Shinichi?" Aya kept the malice from his voice, though his anger was quite visible in the fiery depths of his amethyst eyes.
"Onii-chan! Onii-chan!" Aya covered his ears as Megumi yelled for her brother, only stopping when another knock came from the door. She opened it, smiling as Yohji barreled his way in. He was about to start yelling at Aya when Shinichi Igarashi entered the room in his pajama pants and a towel wrapped around his neck.
"YOU!" Yohji snarled, lunging toward the man only to be held back by Aya.
"Yohji calm down." It was not a plea, it was an order, and Aya's orders were to be followed at all times, whether on or off a mission. "Shinichi-san, we need to speak with you alone for a moment." Aya turned to the president of Ken's fan club. "I'm sure Ken is in the shop now and would be pleased to see you." Get the hint and leave you pathetic waste of skin. Aya fought hard not to scowl at the girl who, day after day, latched herself onto Ken like a parasite.
"Hai, Aya-san, arigatou!" Without a second thought Megumi raced out of the apartment and out to her bicycle.
After a few moments of painful silence, Shinichi spoke, "Can I get you anything to drink gentlemen? Some tea perhaps?"
"Leave Ken alone." Aya always came straight to the point.
"Nani?" Shinichi looked to redhead and began to shake slightly when he saw the pure hatred in the violet eyes glaring at him.
"Listen, we understand you've been seeing a lot of Ken recently, we don't approve of it and are telling you to stay away from him." Though I can see what Kenken must see in you, you're almost as delicious as he is.
"But I'll never make it into J-League without his help!" Shinichi cried, falling to the floor in front of the two men. "We've been training for a month now and the tryouts are coming soon, without his help I'll never make it in." Aya and Yohji stared at the man before them, not buying the performance. Omi could do better. "It took me weeks to work up the courage to ask for his help, even though Megumi-chan said he would gladly give it. I didn't think a star like him would want to help a rookie like me, but Megumi-chan was right, he agreed immediately and since we've been training my skills have increased dramatically. Please, I'll stay away from him after tryouts but I need to make it into the League, it's been my only dream."
Yohji sighed and glanced at Aya, who nodded. "Very well, continue to train, so long as you don't take advantage of Ken's generosity." The blonde gave Shinichi a piercing glare, showing that he knew just how much advantage he'd taken.
"He's the one who kissed me okay!" Shinichi cringed at his slip and moved away from the two florists. Ken had warned him about how protective they were, he had even invented the cover of training for J-league, which wasn't that far from the truth, though Shinichi was trying out for the minors instead of league. However, after the tips Ken had given him, for they did practice soccer every other night, Shinichi was almost tempted to see if he could join Ken in J-League. He could imagine it now, Ken leaving the field sweaty and covered in dirt, peeling off his shirt and...the sound of Aya's growl startled the young athlete, making him jump and fall onto the coffee table.
"Aya, sit down." Yohji instructed, pointing to an arm chair across the room. The snarling redhead stalked over to the chair and fell down into it, his eyes never leaving Shinichi. "Now then, Shinichi-kun, let me explain something to you about Kenken. He belongs to us. When you get to J-League you're going to forget all about him and break his heart and we can't have that. You see Aya over there?" He pointed toward the fuming man. "Can you imagine what he'd do to you if you hurt Ken?"
"I'd be dead," Shinichi whispered, his eyes still stuck staring into the swirling amethyst of Aya's eyes. Eyes that showed his depth of feeling toward his soccer playing teammate, eyes that promised pain to anyone who tried to take what was his.
"Very good, now you're beginning to understand. So, you may see Ken until tryouts, which are in two weeks, ne?" Shinichi nodded. "Then you're going to call things off and never touch him again because next time I won't stop Aya from hurting you. Understood?"
"Hai." That one word held all the despair Shinichi felt and, for a moment, Yohji felt guilty.
"Good, we'll be going then." Yohji looked at Aya, who raised himself off the chair, sparing a snarl for Shinichi, who was still sprawled out over the coffee table. The two assassins walked to Seven in a thick silence. "Well Aya, it's been fun." Yohji started the car and sighed. "Now that Kenken has decided to take his ass out of the closet the alliance is dissolved, hai?"
"Hai."
"Well, good luck. You're not going to beat me, but good luck all the same."
"You too."
The rest was silence.
AN: So then, did we enjoy ourselves? I hope so. Stay tuned for Chapter Two at some point other than right now. Read and review if it suits you to.