Kon'nichi wa Minna!

Well, I figured you were all getting pretty tired of waiting so I went with the tried and true Whisper Reilman "Post Whatcha Got" method. Works most of the time. There isn't nearly enough fanservice here and this chapter didn't come out nearly as fast as it should have. Blame the sinus infection I had and the general ickiness that is....school...and work....together. Bleh. We'll try to do better next time. Until then, enjoy the fic.

Today's fanservice is dedicated to Yoippari. Smile, the Yaoi Randomizer of Doom loves you!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Weiß, I'm not that lucky.

Warning, Etc: I'm putting this here for those of you who don't understand what ratings are for. This fic is not intended for children, unless said children have been told that it is okay for them to read stories that contain two or in some instances three men in very compromised positions. If you don't understand what I just said, then you need to leave. If you do not enjoy yaoi, shonen ai, or anything of that bent, you need to leave. Thank you and have a nice day.

No, I'm not agitated by recent changes in the rules. Not at all.

Koneko Wars

Chapter 6: Strike, Counterstrike

NOTE: Aya has revealed his true name and thus, from here on out, shall be referred to as Ran. Why? Cuz we want All the Ran we Can! Gomen....got carried away there. We now join our fic already in progress.

Ran stalked into the Koneko clad all in black save for his pale orange apron- a gift from his imouto. The sun was shining outside, the flowers were permeating the air inside, but none of it mattered because Yohji was hovering behind Ken, giving the athlete fleeting caresses along his sides. "Kudou, did you finish the order list from yesterday?"

"All set and being delivered by Omi as we speak." Yohji couldn't hide his smug grin at the flash of confusion that washed over Ran's face. "Kenken's working on our last order for today, then we'll be done." Yohji gave Ken a quick hug, causing the brunette to squeak in surprise. "Don't we just make the perfect team?" Luckily, Ken didn't see Yohji stick his tongue out at Ran.

"Ran could you give me a hand with this arrangement? This stupid girl wants white daisies and red roses together and I can't get it to look right." Ken turned around and held out the failed arrangement with a pout.

"Ran?" Yohji asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Get back to work Kudou, the back room needs sweeping." Ran took the arrangement from Ken and set it back on the table, quickly removing all of the daisies. "Your problem is that you put the daisies in first," he told the brunette after he heard Yohji close the door to the stockroom. "The roses you picked are particularly beautiful and should be the focal point." Ran reached out and took Ken's hand, bringing it to the display. "Now, put the roses where you want them, we'll move on from there." As Ken stepped up to the arrangement Ran let his hand linger for an extra moment before releasing the bronzed digits.

"She says it's just for a teacher, so what do you think I should do? Symmetrical?" Ken pulled all the de-thorned roses from the floral foam and contemplated the green block.

"Teachers live in order, perhaps all they want is a moment of chaotic passion to make the day special." Ran's words were whispered into Ken's ear as his hand snaked around to pick up a rose. "The day begins here, in the center, with all things balanced." He stuck the rose in the exact center of the block, then let his hand retreat back out of Ken's view. "Now, normally the day would branch out in a straight line, inevitably ending at the center again. But what would you want the day to bring?"

Ken froze at Ran's words, taking a moment to ponder over them. "I would want love," he replied after some thought.

Again Ran's hand slid out holding another rose. "Would it be proper love?" he asked, placing a rose perfectly vertical in the upper right of the block. "Or would it be more unbridled?" His other hand emerged and stuck a rose diagonally into the block, slanting away from the other two. Now Ran's arms rested on either side of Ken's body, his hands still touching the roses. "Or did you have something else in mind?" Slowly his hands and arms retreated from around Ken and he moved around the workbench until he was across from the shocked brunette. "You still have three left."

With a shaky hand Ken picked up a rose, his eyes focused on Ran's clear amethyst eyes. "I would want dedication," he said at last, placing a rose vertically in line with the other two "proper" roses. With the rose in position, his gaze fell back on Ran. "But I would want passion and adventure." Taking a rose in either hand, he placed them slantwise into the foam.

"Now, all you need to do is fill in with daisies and this teacher will have her heart's desire. I must tally the register before lunch." Without another word, Ran walked off to the cash register, producing a pair of reading glasses and a silver pen from his apron pocket. Diligently he set to work updating the store's records.

Ken threw the daisies into the foam and set the arrangement aside with a great sigh. Today had been one large sensory overload. He'd come into the shop with Yohji this morning and, though the blonde's familiar touches had never bothered him before, they seemed to be more frequent and a little more insisting. Of course Ken knew that Yohji held a mild interest for him, the blonde had made that much clear when they'd gone out to the Onyx Room, but the fact that Yohji seemed to be taking this attraction seriously was causing Ken to re-evaluate his relationship with his teammate. On the soccer team, Ken held a strict policy of non-interest after battling over the entire issue with Koshi, but what would happen were he to become involved with a member of Weiß?

What he'd told Ran in the shop hadn't been a lie, he wanted passion and adventure, but he wanted dedication too, and the oldest member of Weiß wasn't known for his staying power in relationships. Now Ran has staying power, he thought to himself as he went to retrieve a broom to sweep up stray petals and leaves near his workstation. He's so dedicated to everything he does; the store, Weiß, his imouto. But he doesn't seem too passionate or adventurous. He found it funny that the more he thought about a relationship with a member of Weiß, the less it bothered him. The only problem was that neither of the men he was taking a fancy to completely met his ideal and, truth be told, he was hard pressed to say which he preferred more, the dedication or the adventure.

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In the back room Yohji had laid down his broom and was fuming over the scene he'd just watched between Ran and Ken. That damn redhead did it again! Twice now Yohji had been bested by Ran's quiet seduction and, truth be told, Yohji was amazed that Ran had it in him. Mr. Order himself was endeavoring to walk on the adventurous side, a side Yohji dominated with pride. I don't think so. Grinning to himself, Yohji called out into the shop, "Ken, can you help me with these damn soil bags, I almost fell over trying to carry one!"

"Sure thing," Ken called, happy for a break from his confused reverie. He trotted into the back room and made his way towards Yohji and the pile of bags that needed to be hefted onto the shelves. "You sort 'em out yet? Omi ordered the organic soil and our usual stuff. He seems to think that the organic soil will help the geraniums, but I think that...." he trailed off as he felt two arms slide around his waist. "Yohji?"

"Shh, Aya will hear you."

"Ran," Ken corrected automatically, though his focus was beginning to slip as Yohji's hands began to move under his shirt, stroking his toned abdominal muscles.

"God you're beautiful Kenken," Yohji whispered in the athlete's ear before nibbling on the earlobe.

"Yohji, what if Ran comes in here." Already visions of a katana-wielding Ran were running through Ken's head, chasing away the desire Yohji was awakening.

"That's what makes it fun, Kenken. Knowing that he could come in here any minute," Yohji's mouth moved down from Ken's ear to trail along his neck. "You have to make every moment count, because it could be over at any time." Yohji stopped and sucked on the tender flesh of the dip between Ken's neck and shoulder, assuring that a mark would be left. Mine. Yohji was reveling in the smooth velvet of Ken's skin, using his hands to memorize every rippling muscle under it and every scar that marred it. Finally frustrated by Ken's obtrusive t-shirt, Yohji yanked it over the brunette's head and took a moment to marvel, once more, at the toned perfection before him.

Ken's legs were threatening to give out as Yohji trailed wet kisses across his chest, his tongue chasing every groove in the flesh, occasionally stopping to suckle on a nipple, though never long enough to satisfy Ken, who was endeavoring to control the quickening of his breathe. The sound of the door opening caused both men to freeze.

"Yohji-kun, Ken-kun, Aya-kun said to hurry up and..."Omi trailed off as he took in Yohji hanging onto a shirtless Ken, both of them a curious shade of red. "Anou...I'll let Aya-kun know you're not done yet." The door was quickly shut and Ken sunk to the floor and buried his face in his hands.

"He's going to kill us," Ken whimpered, pulling his knees close to his chest and resting his hands and covered face on them.

"Don't worry Kenken, Omi won't squeal," Yohji slid gracefully to kneel next to Ken and whispered huskily into his ear. "He'll tell Aya that we're not done in the back room yet and Aya will think that we're slacking off." A hand made it's way to Ken's shoulder and began massaging it.

Ken sighed. "He's still going to kill us for slacking off." He shrugged off Yohji's hand and the blonde made a mental note to torture Omi at a later date. "Come on, let's get back to work." Ken grabbed his shirt, tossed the bags of soil onto the shelf, and headed back out into the store proper where Ran sat at the register, acting as if nothing had happened.

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The silence had been driving Ken crazy. All day he'd endeavored to explain things to Ran, somehow feeling the need to defend himself and protect the redhead's good opinion of him but, every time he tried to talk to Ran, the redhead ignored him or made some sort of noncommittal noise. Manx had arrived and rushed Omi and Yohji off on a small mission, leaving Ken alone in the house with Ran who, though he refused to talk, sat in the living room reading a book while Ken watched the Holland vs. Mexico game. The brunette would occasionally jump as he cheered, endeavoring to move closer to the redhead and procure the words of forgiveness he needed.

"Ran, why won't you talk to me?" Ken asked during a commercial. The game was in the third quarter and Holland, the team he was routing for, was down by two goals.

Ran shrugged in response.

Growling, Ken snatched the book from Ran's hands and threw it against the entertainment center. "Dammit I want you to talk to me and if I have to follow you around all night until you do then so be it." Ran shrugged again and got up from the couch to retrieve his book before heading upstairs. With an exasperated sigh Ken turned of the television and trotted after the redhead, following him into his room, slamming the door behind him.

"Don't slam the door," Ran said, turning around with a small smile on his face- his plan had worked perfectly.