Kon'nichi wa minna-san! Well, here's chapter two, out faster than I though possible. I guess I was just inspired...or something. Before we go any further I suppose I should let you know where I'm coming from with all of this. I am, as those of you who have experienced my reviews know, a banner-totting, flag waving Ranken girl at heart. I even have freakish justifications, which I will put in the note to chapter three. *grins* BUT! I must admit that the Yoken concept intrigues me and I've been wanting to explore it. So this fic was my chance to just go to town and do both. *drools* Sorry, that had a word picture with it that was just...anyhow let's move on.
A big hug to all my reviewers, I love you all! Okay, here's the mandatory disclaimer (cut and pasted from the previous chapter because I'm lazy today) and then we can get on with the fic.
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 Two: Truth, Lies, and Membership Cards!
Ken jumped as yet another hand found itself trying to wander down the back of his pants, this one getting so far as to get in a good squeeze before Ken leaped away from the offender. "I could have you arrested for that, you know," Ken grumbled, adjusting his pants again before turning to glare at his molester only to find him or her gone. "Oi, Yohji, did you see..."
"The fangirl who copped a feel? Hai, she ran out when you screamed." A mischievous smile lit Yohji's face, but Ken was too busy looking out the store window, trying to find the fangirl he was now determined to kill.
"Ken, get back to work!" Aya growled, then turned, sparing a frown of disapproval for Yohji. "Kudou, there are orders that need to be delivered, perhaps you could attempt to do some work today."
"Aya, your words wound me!" Yohji leaned against the counter and placed a hand against his forehead melodramatically.
"Ken-sama! Ken-sama!" In the corner of the shop a young redheaded girl was jumping up and down endeavoring to get Ken's attention.
"Hai?" Ken asked from in the midst of his fangroup, many of whom had formerly been "Yohji's Girls" but had left the lanky blonde in favor of the now famous brunette.
"Ken-sama, I'm doing an article on you for my school paper and I was wondering if you could answer a few questions?" The girl was endeavoring to shove her way through Ken's protective fangirl layer and was failing miserably.
"If you're writing an article why don't you have anything to write with?" Megumi asked. Today she was wearing her school uniform, a blue plaid skirt and white polo, though placed over her heart was a button that said, "Hidaka Ken Fanclub, Chapter President."
"I have a tape recorder," the girl replied, fishing the device out of her purse.
"Do you have a membership card?" At her word, all of the fangirls in Ken's protective nimbus raised laminated cards high above their heads and looked challengingly at the redheaded girl.
"I am Yoko Motsu, president of the Hidaka Ken Fanclub, Chapter 2 and you, Megumi Igarashi, president of Hidaka Ken Fanclub, Chapter 42, had best learn to be more respectful." Slowly Yoko took a gold membership card from the breast pocket of her uniform cardigan and held it up for all to see.
While the fangirls were busy ogling the membership card of the second highest ranking member of the Hidaka Ken Fanclub, the object of their affection was busy trying to run away. With speed gained from long hours of soccer practice and too many missions to count, Ken ran past Yohji, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him out the side door. "Come on, we've got deliveries." Yohji hid a triumphant smirk as they hopped into an already loaded Seven and took off.
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Aya watched Ken pull Yohji out of the shop and frowned at the mob of fangirls that had scared the soccer player off. Pushing up his sleeves he waded into their midst, amethyst eyes blazing with fury. "You," he pulled a girl from the mass and hauled her to the exit, "you have been to the shop every day this week for at least four hours a day and have bought nothing, you are banned." A collective gasp was heard as Ken's fans rushed to various displays, picking up flowers to purchase. Outside, one girl's face was pressed to the glass, watching as her friends tried to avoid her sad fate.
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"So what did you do last night Yotan?" Finally away from the screaming throng, Ken was able to relax and enjoy the fresh morning air.
"The usual," Yohji smirked, "went to a few clubs, had a few drinks, saw a few cute waiters, got some phone numbers."
Ken was about to make a retort when he noticed a key difference to Yohji's usual itinerary. Did he say waiters? Nah, this is Yohji we're talking about, get your brain back in your head Hidaka. "You left out the loud and gratifying sex today, Yotan. Something go wrong?" Wonderful Ken, what a way to get your mind out of the gutter.
Yohji noticed Ken's initial shock at his change in the usual "Yohji BS" as Omi liked to call it. Very promising. "All of them were redheads and, to be honest, I prefer blondes or brunettes, don't you?" Yohji watched the soccer player intently in his peripheral vision. Hurry up and take the bait Kenken, we're almost to our first delivery point.
"It doesn't really matter to me, so long as...hey, we're here!" Ken pointed to the small house that was their destination for their first delivery. When Yohji had completely stopped the vehicle Ken hopped out with the bouquet, did a quick transaction, signed an autograph, and hopped back in the car.
"What a cutie," Yohji said under his breath, though intentionally loud enough for Ken to "overhear."
"Yeah," Ken replied before realizing what he had done, then turning a bright shade of red when realization dawned on him. "I mean...I'm not...oh shit."
"Something wrong Kenken? The bishounen steal your ability to think?" Yohji's grin put the Cheshire Cat to shame as he started the engine and began to drive to the next delivery point.
"Seriously Yotan, I..."
"We already know, Ken," Yohji said, still smiling.
"How did you..."
"It's kinda obvious when your eyes get plastered to every hot ass that walks into the store. Not to mention that some of those teammates of yours seem to let their hands linger a little longer than sportsmanship and camaraderie indicate is appropriate." Yohji's smile had receded as a picture of one of Ken's teammates came to his mind. It was discovered that Katsuo Nekoi was using illegal drugs shortly after he had begun taking a few too many liberties with a certain goalie on his team. Aya had snapped their binoculars in half when he saw the man groping Ken after a game.
"So you're not, you know, grossed out or anything?" Ken's face had turned bright red and he was huddled in the seat, trying to bury his blush in his knees.
"Tell me, Kenken, how many of the players on your team have you slept with?" Yohji wanted to know who he had to kill and, even though he and Aya were now rivals, he was sure that the redhead would assist him in the completion of operation "Destroy the Competition."
"Yohji!" Ken buried his face deeper into his knees and hoped Yohji would forget he was there. This is what I get for running away from my problems; fending off screaming fangirls would be better than this.
"I'm taking you out tonight Ken, you need to loosen up." Yohji lifted his sunglasses off of his nose and winked at the brunette then turned his attention back to the road.
"Yohji, I don't want to go to some club full of sleazy women who are only interested in..."
"What if it was a club full of sleazy men, would you go then?" The blonde could hear the squeaking of the gears in Ken's head as they turned, trying to figure out what Yohji was implying.
"So you mean you're..." Ken growled low in his throat when Yohji interrupted him again.
"Get a clue Ken, do you really think that the 'fangirls' who keep groping you are fast enough to leave the store before you turn around?"
An idea suddenly blossomed in Ken's mind. "I've noticed you and Aya have been spending a lot of time together recently. Are the two of you, you know?"
"God no!" Yohji wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Don't get me wrong, he's a great leader and all, but he's got that beloved stick of his shoved so far up his ass that nothing else can get in there."
"He never seemed the uke type to me," Ken pondered aloud.
"So are you saying you've pondered this before Kenken?" Yohji threw a grin on his face to hide the seething jealousy coursing through his veins.
"Well I kinda assumed Aya was gay, he doesn't seem the kind to be with someone prettier than he is." Why am I talking to Yohji about this. Yohji, who would screw anything that moves, who wore skin tight clothing that just...woah Ken, let's not get carried away.
"So, what about me?" Yohji asked, his hand traveling from the gear shift to rub the back of Ken's calf. Kenken, if you'd just sit properly in your seat we'd be having a lot more fun right now. Crap, we're here. This time Yohji did the delivery, sparing a few moments to flirt with the pretty woman who answered the door. When he returned to Seven Ken was staring at him, slack-jawed.
"I thought you said women weren't your type?" the brunette protested.
"It's called a cover Ken, it keeps Koneko in business and overzealous men off my beautiful tail. So, I'll pick you up at nine and we'll go down to one of my favorite spots, wear something nice, eh?" The rest of the deliveries were made without any further conversation between the two as Ken stared out at the houses they passed and Yohji sang along with the radio.
AN: Yes, short, I know. But at least I updated, ne? Wow, Ran actually banned someone from the shop. *shrugs* It was bound to happen at some point or another. But the really great news is...we have come to the point where shameless fanservice begins! Woot! Read and review if it suits you to and I'll see you next time.