Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Cope ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

By: VOM

Pairings: Schu/Ken Aya/Ken

Warnings: Duh… yaoi, vulgar usage of words, sexual references, implied rape/NCS…blahblahblah

Disclaimer: If I owned these boys, they would never leave their rooms. Or MY room.

Archive: Fanfiction.net - Any others please ask! And give me your URL. Of course, why you would want this story is beyond me.

Rating: R

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Beep Beep Beep Bee-

Ken hit the alarm clock. Hard. A small bolt came loose from the idiotic mechanism and rolled across the floor, coming to a rest at the door. Light shone through the one window in his apartment, tracing patterns on the ground. Ken moaned and threw his hand over his face, trying without results to block out the ever-persistent ball of fire.

Ken glanced at his clock, assessing the damage he had inflicted. Damn. That was the third one this week. Ken ran a hand down his chest, looking at the beads of sweat soaking into his white sheet. He'd never had this problem before, even when he was a horny 15 year old. The brunette ran a hand underneath his covers, and found his cock still half-hard. Damn.

Every night he dreamed, and woke up covered in sweat and semen. Ken wasn't stupid. He knew wet dreams were a fact of life for a male, but still… for the sheets to be this dirty… he'd had to come at least twice, maybe three times.

They'd never been that bad before. And he didn't even remember what girl he'd been dreaming about. He was such a fucking fag. Ken snarled at nothing in particular. He threw the covers off of himself, and lifted his feet out of bed and to the floor.

Shit! The floor was cold! Ken immediately jumped back into bed, glaring at the ground of his little apartment. Siberian hung his head over the side of the bed, and thrust his hand underneath it; searching for the slippers Omi had given him when they'd first started working together. One was pink and one was blue. Ha-ha Omi. He felt his hand brush something soft, and grabbed onto it. Success! There they were. A bit dusty, but useable. He slid his feet into them, loving the feel of the velvet insides against his callused feet.

He grabbed a shirt from the dirty clothes pile by his door, and ran a hand through his hair. He felt filthy, but a shower could wait. Right now he needed something to drink and eat; then he would throw himself into the day. He made his way to the kitchen of his apartment, heading for the fridge. He opened it and shuddered when the wave of cold air hit his still-wet body. Fuck it all to hell. Nothing to eat except limp celery. Disgusting.

Ken slammed the door of the fridge shut and looked around at his kitchen and dining room. Half opened cans of ravioli were littered here and there, ramen noodles covered his stove, and a half-drunk pop lay on the counter. If he remembered right, that coke was only… 2 days old! Just when it started to reach that perfect state between half liquid, half sugar. Just how he liked it. Ken's slippers padded the tile floor as he made his way to the counter. The coke half slid half crawled its way down Siberians throat. After finishing his breakfast, the brunette made his way to the bathroom, fully intent on having a nice, long, drawn out wash.

The soccer player stepped out of the shower, watching the excess water run a path down his thighs to his ankles. He shivered and quickly wrapped a towel around himself, mopping himself off. He hastily got dressed, pulling on his shoes as he thumped down the stairs of his apartment into the flower shop.

"Aya! Omi!" Ken let loose a smile as he saw one of his teammates wave to him. "Hey, Omi, got anything to eat on you? I swear, someone sneaked into my apartment and stole all my food!" Omi rolled his eyes and waved towards Aya.

"Aya's got some candy bars, I think. Go ask him." Ken walked over to where Aya was watering some Begonias, and tapped him on the shoulder. The redhead turned around and assessed Ken's clothing. "Hn?"{1}

Siberian shuffled his feet a few times before finally getting around to asking, "Could I have something to eat?" Aya's look practically screamed, "Go fuck yourself." Ken sighed. "Well, whatever. It was worth a try." He spun around on one foot, making sure to stamp his feet excessively on the way to the cash register.

"You can have one." Aya's unexpected voice somehow made it's way through Ken's rage with a biting coldness.

"Really?" asked Ken. "You didn't…do anything to it?" Aya didn't answer, but motioned to his pack on the floor. "Thanks man!" Ken dove for the knapsack, whipping through the layers of leather and quickly finding a nice Snickers bar. The man swiftly ate it, and walked over to the cash register with his mouth still half full.

Without turning around the redhead said, "Go work the back today. You look and smell awful." Ken slowly seethed and sizzled in his shoes, his face turned a pale shade of pink before making his way into the back room.

{1}-Yea, I know, more Heero's part, but still! It works!

A/N: This is my first WK fic. CC is completely welcome! In fact, I crave it! Please review! Personal reviews can come to seifernsquall@netscape.net. Thanks!