Hum no update in a long time sorry all. I'm a bad what can I say. Oh well here is a new chapter. Sorry if this disappoints any one but I don't like this pairing much so yeah. Please leave a review and I might get inspiration and update sooner.
This was the week from hell. Ken thought it would be a good week he really did but no this was the week from hell either that or he had just paired himself with the devil…no Schuldich was the devil and came by it honestly Yohji was just a minion. He glared at his reflection in the mirror and sighed as a knock at his door. He was sick of Yohji as much as he liked the man right now he wanted to kill him slowly and painfully. Yohji had bought him a tone of really expensive gifts to "win him over" which were just making him resent the man. He wasn't one for big fancy gifts the first time was cool but now he just wanted to hit Yohji.
Ken sighed again looking at the tight leather pants that clung to him like a second skin and he would be afraid of them falling off because of how low cut they were except for the small fact that they were attached to his ass. He really wanted to hurt Yohji right now. Then there was the shirt see through shiny black mesh that showed his entire stomach. He really really hated Yohji right now and to top it all of he was being dragged to a club with loud music and people that would touch him and grab his tightly leather incased ass. He wanted to die or kill who ever made these cloths because they were clearly a minion of evil. The knock came to his door again and he stomped over and threw it open looking at Omi and smiling softly. "Yohji asked me to come up, he's afraid you want to kill him." He grumbled some imaginative torture devices under his breath and exactly how he was going to use them. "You don't have to go Ken. He's not in love with you he just wants you to get out more because you've been depressed lately. Him and Schuldich will go out with out you if you want to stay here." He sighed and flopped down on his bed and screamed into his pillow. "I hate this Omi. I hate how every one thrust their love lives into my hands and they expect me to fix things when I only think I'm making them worse." He stood and pulled on his shoes and headed down the stairs.
The club sucked big time, first he was molested by some 50-year-old man then he was again molested by a 12-year-old girl. Yohji didn't dance with him once and didn't come to his rescue when he begged for help. He left early and walked seven miles home in the cold wearing insufficient clothing and had six cars stop and ask him how much for the night. His mild boiling homicidal anger turned into combusting rage. He flung open the door and glared at any one in range then stormed up the stairs peeled off his cloths, pulled on boxers and went to bed pretending none of this had ever happened. That was the best thing to do was just pretended none of this had happened. A few hours later he had a strange hallucination about Aya and decided this week wasn't so bad he just was having a bad day. He smiled and snuggled back into his bed then was pounced and smiled as Farefello left.