Most people who fall asleep with their girlfriend expect to wake up to a beautiful sight in the morning.

Most people expect to wake up with a familiar shade of hair color as the first thing they see.

Most people expect to wake up to the wondrously familiar scent of the one they care about the most.

They do not expect to have difficulty breathing.

They do not expect to wonder how many cracked ribs they may have.

And they most certainly do NOT expect to be abruptly yanked from the world of slumber by the person they fell asleep with suddenly plopping themselves onto their chest.

Most people are not Ken Ichijouji.

Oh well. At least the lips smearing themselves all over his neck were rapidly making up for the immense discomfort his girlfriend had up him through moments before. Just as long as she remembered not to...oh! Right there!

Ken wriggled around a bit, trapped underneath the covers of the bed he and his girlfriend calmly shared the night before, thankyouverymuch. He struggled to get his arms out, causing Yolei to giggle slightly against his skin. Once he was able to, Ken wrapped his hands around Yolei's hips. At this point, he had a decision to make. He could gently push her off of him so that the two could prepare for the day. He could roughly shove her off, then proceed to say something about appropriate ways to wake someone up that don't involve causing injury.

Or, he could take Option C.

There is no Option C? There's always an Option C.

In this case, Option C was for Ken to grasp said hips rather forcefully and roll over, causing his girlfriend to yelp in surprise while Ken planted her on her back. He then proceeded to return the favor and plant kisses of his own along the outside of Yolei's throat. The two teens let their hands roam wherever they could, hoping to push the envelope as far as it could...

"Ken, dear! I'm leaving for work!"

...until his mother walked into the room and set it ablaze. Said mother walked in to the sight of Ken assaulting Yolei in a manner that would cause most mothers to explode with the force of an atom bomb and the fury of Hell after being struck with a sudden and unexplained blizzard.

Instead, she remained eerily calm as the two teens bug-eyed her and said one simple sentence before walking out.

"Don't forget what's in your nightstand, young man." As soon as she was out of earshot, Yolei eyed Ken.

"What exactly do you have in your nightstand?"

Ken rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's implication. "A bill. Momma wants me to send off payment for the electricity before the mail is delivered this afternoon."

"Damn."

With that, the two teens reluctantly pushed themselves off of the bed. Ken sauntered over to his closet and began searching for clothes for the new day. Yolei waited on the bed for a minute or two before slinking up behind her boyfriend and wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Got anything for me?" She asked as she rested her chin on his shoulder.

"No. Momma had me throw everything away when she found a lace number I got for you."

Yolei's eyes bugged. "You got me lace?"

"No," Ken said as he rolled his own. "I've got something somewhere in here. I've just gotta find it." A few more minutes passed while Ken continued his search. Deeper and deeper he dug, until it got to the point where the only sign that there was even someone there was the pile of clothing that moved around unnaturally.

"Aha!" Ken yelled, though muffled by the several pounds of fabric that weighed him down. He fought through the mountain until he emerged from the top, holding a pink T-Shirt in his hand in victory.

Silence filled the room.

Ken looked around quizzically before finally noting that there was nobody in the room. Ken swam out of his closet and made his way out to the living room, where a familiar mess of lavender hair sat on the couch watching TV.

"What are you doing out here?" Ken asked as he sat next to Yolei.

Yolei shrugged. "I got bored waiting for you to find something for me." She eyed the shirt in his hand. "I'm not wearing that."

"Why not?"

"Because you'll have thoughts during the upcoming conversation with Davis that you shouldn't be having around others."

Ken rolled his eyes and lightly thumped Yolei on the top of her head. "Yeah. Lord knows I should keep thoughts about the potential a shirt like this has to destroy one's wardrobe if you're not careful with it."

Yolei rubbed her head. "Exactly. And God knows that the last thing you need to do is mull over something that has no relevance with the situation at hand. Now go find me something else."

"You do realize how long it took for me to find this, don't you?"

Yolei simply nodded. "I'll wait."

"I won't find anything else in there until Davis gets here!"

Rather than acknowledge that her boyfriend had a complaint, Yolei simply dismissed Ken with a wave of her hand. Said navy-haired teen released an exasperated sigh before trudging back toward his room. Just before he walked in, however, the phone began to ring.

Ken answered the phone. "Ichijouji Residence."

"Ken?" A familiar voice came from the other side.

"Oh, hello T.K. What can I do for you?"

"Well," T.K. hesitated. "Actually, I was wondering if Kari and I could meet you at your house. We've got something important I think you'll need to see."

"Uh..." Ken looked to see Yolei keeping her attention directed toward the TV and the cooking program airing at the moment. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I don't really want an incident in our apartment."

"Yolei's there, isn't she?"

"Yeah." T.K. hesitated again, Ken noted. He must be rethinking the idea of the two of them coming over.

"I think we'll be fine."

Ken hesitated himself as he considered the possibilities of getting two volatile teens together in the same room to discuss something that came about as a result of said teens getting into a pointless fight over an unnecessary insult.

"...alright." He turned away and lowered his voice so that Yolei, if she were listening, couldn't hear what he was saying. "I'll be sure and secure potential weapons in our house."

Because he was turned away, he didn't see Yolei's ears twitch slightly. Nor did he see evil smile that spread across her face.

"Okay." T.K. chuckled at the other end. "We'll be there in a few hours."

"Okay then. See you." Ken turned the phone off and placed it back on its cradle.

Ken was said to have incredible levels of intelligence, even despite the considerable and mysterious (to most) dive he took in elementary school. He was said to have extraordinary skill on the soccer pitch, even despite the sudden disinterest in acting as his team's captain. He was said to be a great fighter, even despite the licking he took that went unbeknownst to almost everyone who paid attention to him.

However, despite all of that, nobody could really accuse Ken of being too aware of his surroundings.

So it wasn't too out of place when a certain teenager who, only moments before, had been sitting peacefully on his couch suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist for the second time that morning. Unlike the first time, this embrace was considerably tighter and a whole hell of a lot more painful.

"Yolei!" Ken cried out. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Asking a question." Yolei said as she lifted the teen into the air with surprising strength. "That bitch is coming over here, isn't she?"

Ken kicked out in random directions. "No! Why would she do that?"

"Liar." With that, Yolei proceeded to bring Ken down harshly. The navy-haired teen hoped that she would just squeeze him a little tighter. Instead, she opted to kneel down as she brought her boyfriend down. Ken't tail-end landed squarely and heavily on Yolei's still extended knee as she yelled, "COCCYX CRUSHER!"

The impact nearly lived up to the moves' name, as Ken rolled around with his hands on his backside, howling in agony and misery. Yolei cackled wildly at her boyfriend's misery.

"What was that for?" Ken cried as he...well...cried.

"Lying to me." The lavender-haired girl answered sugar-sweetly, as though she were innocent of all crimes. "So when are the wench and his bitch coming over?"

Ken struggled up to his feet, trying to deal with the literal pain in his ass. "I don't know. Which...ow...is why we need to...ooh...get dressed now." Ken reached around to try and rub on the injury, only to have his hand beaten to the punch by one that did not belong to him, thank you very much.

Yolei looked at Ken with a wolfish (The hell? Ken thought) grin. "Maybe we could save some time and shower together?"

Ken rolled his eyes, then paused for a moment. "Eh, why not?" He shrugged, much to Yolei's surprise. "But you'd better behave yourself." Yolei playfully pouted and leaned in for a kiss as Ken led the two into the bathroom.


Close to an hour later, the two teens emerged from the bathroom dressed and red as beets. Whether the redness was from the heat of the bath or from their...togetherness...is for another day, however.

"So..." Yolei said, her voice a touch higher than normal. "Now we wait."

"Yes. Yes indeed."

The two nervously shuffled around a bit.

"We could go back in for a couple of minutes." Yolei suggested. Ken mulled over it for a second before the doorbell rang.

"Can't." Ken quickly snapped. He didn't mean for his answer to come out like that, but a combination of nerves and surprise got to him. "We've got company." He quickly stepped to answer the door.

"Hello...oh." He noted two familiar teens on the opposite side of the door. "Kari, T.K. How are you?"

"Fine." Answered the smiling blond on the other side. "How are you?"

"Fine. What was it you two wanted to see me about?"

Kari's smile, which was infinitely darker than her boyfriend's, widened a bit. "This." T.K. yanked at something to their side. A second later, a familiar spiked red-head stumbled into view with his hands tied behind his back and a gag stuffed into his mouth.

Ken himself sneered. "This'll be interesting."