Disclaimer: Unfortunately...I - I :bursts into sobs: STILL don't own Weiss Kreuz!
Poetry and...Bananas?
Chapter 2 In Order to Threaten
An hour after returning to the flower shop Ken had completed his composition. He skipped out of his room, assuring himself it was a very manly skip, to show the others.
Balls
Balls come in all shapes and sizes,
But it's the hard ones that everyone prizes.
Yes, large balls that bounce,
Are the ones that athletes flounce,
And give their children to use,
So when they're older they'll get action and never lose.
Yoji stared at Ken over his sunglasses. "Feeling horny since Yuriko left?"
Omi's innocent gaze drifted from Ken's untidy scrawl to his blond friend. "Ken wrote about soccer. What does that have to do with horns?"
"I need a cigarette," sighed Yoji. "Or women. Or both."
Shrugging at Yoji, Omi informed Aya, "I saw Sakura at school yesterday."
"So?"
Ken insisted, "You know you love her."
"You have no clue what you're talking about."
"Ooh, sensitive subject?" teased Yoji. "Well, we'll just have to talk about something else."
Knowing where Yoji intended to redirect the conversation, Aya icily demanded, "Don't go there."
"I am going to go there. I'm going to go there, buy a souvenir, and come back again." Yoji smirked. "Your orange sweater is hideous and clashes with your red hair."
That was it; he had insulted the jumper! Aya punched Yoji in the stomach none-too-gently, though not as forcefully as he could have. "Aya-chan got me that sweater before she went into a coma."
"You gave me a brilliant idea for a poem!" declared Omi. "Thanks, Aya." He hugged the redhead.
"Affection! It burns!" He pushed Omi away. "Save the touchy-feely stuff for your boyfriend."
"Okay," concurred Omi pleasantly. He sat at his computer desk and shoved aside the remnants of his ice cream sundae and his rejected couplet beginnings:
Computers are fun;
Everybody should have one.
Flowers are nice,
Especially when sold by Weiss
This is something I should have told Ouka a lot:
Get one thing straight, I'm not.
Then, the chibi proceeded to write something new.
"Don't be so hard on Omi," Ken protested to Aya. "He's still going through puberty."
"Thanks, Ken, but it's okay," Omi called from his bedroom. "I've suffered worse. He didn't mean to, but Nagi really banged my banana hard earlier."
After a moment of awkward silence Yoji observed, "See, Ken, he wasn't offended."
"Stay out of this, slinky!"
"I'm like a kid's toy?"
"Yep. Slinkies aren't good for anything, yet I can't help but smile when I watch them tumble down the stairs."
"You're just saying that 'cause you're jealous that I'm sexier than you are."
Ken shook his head and joked, "I'll never understand your perspective. I can't get my head that far up my ass."
"Oh yeah? Can I borrow your face; my ass is going on vacation?"
"That's the best retort you've got? You're definitely a natural blond."
Wanting to put an end to their banter, Aya supplied, "This is my poem:
My friends are the best, they truly are,
But sometimes I want to beat them into tar
So if they turn up dead one morning
Don't say I didn't give you a warning."
"I should go water the plants." Ken departed hastily.
"I've gotta write my poem. Then I need to pee. In fact, I have to q, r, s, and t," Yoji hurriedly explained ere exiting.
Their fearful reactions caused the corners of Aya's mouth to twitch, though not enough to qualify it as a smile.
Minerva's Note: Come on, everybody! I got 101 hits and only 1 review last chapter; that's not fair! So, I now I won't update unless I get…um…6 reviews. Is that too much to ask?