Characters/Pairing: ASK-centric, possible pairing/threesome in there if you look for it.
Word Count: 442
Summary: Taki wants to leave, but finds two obstacles in his way.
When he'd decided to leave, Taki left no notes and he didn't wake anyone. It may have been cruel, even selfish, but he wasn't the type for half measures. Besides, Ken and Ma-kun knew. They were the only ones who mattered anyways, the only reason to stay in Japan and that just wasn't enough.
Sure, they'd each tried talk him out of it in their own way. Ma-kun had offered his women to Taki, his suggestion being a doe-eyed, platinum blonde bombshell named Sonomi. Or, if Taki liked them cute and petit, there was Yuuka of the perky breasts. The way his guitarist friend had been so earnest had made Taki almost feel guilty when he told him that he had no interest in his women. After Ma-kun wiped his misty eyes clean though and started naming guys, the singer decided that it hadn't been sweet after all.
As for Ken, he'd just followed Taki around like the big, broody shadow he was. It was a little like having a puppy trailing after you, except this one looked like an FBI agent on casual Friday. It stopped amusing him on the fifth day and on the seventh, it was annoying.
Maybe he should have felt loved; no, he did and that was why he didn't tell them when he was leaving. Sad good byes or even supportive smiles would have been worse than the begging or the bribes or any of the other tricks they had pulled. Actually, the whole plane trip had left him feeling better than he had in weeks. He was actually all smiles by the time he got off the plane and was confronted by the sight he'd been least expecting.
"Thought you were going to get rid of us?" Ma-kun grinned, pulling Taki into an embrace before the vocalist could smack him. Ken just waved, giving him a rare smile. "If you'd just told us when you wanted to leave, we could have gone together."
Instead of answering him, Taki just pulled away and started walking towards the baggage terminal. When he looked back and saw that they hadn't begun to follow him, Taki gave the both of them a dirty look. "If you're going to stalk me, than the least you can do is carry my luggage." The two groaned good naturedly, even though Taki felt he was the one who should be griping. Despite his wishes though, he found himself smiling once again. A long suffering smile, yet the kind that showed the wearer didn't mind the suffering that much.