Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Elmo ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Warnings: Yaoi, language, AU

And so you know, I like to used the original manga style characters, meaning Ken has brown eyes, Aya has his ear tails, Omi doesn't have that hideous piece of hair from Gluhen, and Youji has long blond hair… okay, so Youji's looks are from the anime, hehe wanted to keep my brunette special.

Also, Ken's character is a little less innocent as well as more aware of his sexual intentions (as you probably already figured out in the last chapter) in this story. Blame it on Gluhen >: )

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Elmo

Chapter 2

So I got a new cellmate and he happened to the attractive/mysterious redhead I met earlier, fine, great actually. I really want to get to know him, I don't remember the last time a person has fascinated me to this degree without doing so much as look at me. Problem is, he'll barely do even that much alone anything else.

Last night had been interesting to say the least, interesting dripping with SARCASM! We tried to introduce ourselves, we being I, it was just… peachy. That's understandable in a way, seeing I should have been thrown into jail for some evil deed and he didn't feel like letting some seedy stranger in on his personal information. Still. We were locked up together for over 12 hours, 12 HOURS and I couldn't get three full sentences out of him! I felt like I was talking to a bloody wall! A very nice-looking wall, but also a very quiet one… well, I guess all walls are quiet.

Anyways, early during our conversation he went to lie down, I swear he was faking sleep. Nonetheless I couldn't stand the boredom and blabbered on about whatever came to mind, eternally hopeful for some form of input. Which I never got. At one point I even tried conversing with the two guys across from us, they weren't much companionship either, plus I got the impression they wanted to be left alone when one enthusiastically said to me,

"Shut the fuck'n hell up!"

Yeah, they weren't very friendly.

Elmo went off on his own. I think I tortured him enough for a few hours anyways and didn't feel like tailing him, maybe later. Here I am, sitting against the wall staring up at the clouds pondering about my interesting finds. During my trip around 'campus' this morning I figured out that within the confines of these barbed cement walls, there lies a society in on itself. There are rules set out, business among those who can afford it and willing to offer it, even a hierarchy of power. Supposedly, there are two powerful mafia-like syndicates that call the shots here, KO and Grave. I didn't even have to do much research to find out who was who since they were pretty much openly declaring war on each other. Organized crime, it's everywhere.

I didn't feel like getting involved and tried to steer clear of their staring/glaring/swearing contest. Why would I want to join in on their little power struggles, being king of a prison doesn't sound all that appealing. There's no point in trying to set them 'right' nor do I want to side with any of them, not that I'm afraid of them, I've probably killed more people and seen more blood than any of them, perhaps even all of them combined, but that's just the point, I don't want to worry about those things while away on my so called vacation. Besides, who knows how long I'll be here, Omi could decide to pull me out the next day. Might as well spend my time wisely, like with sexy Elmos… err, I mean redheads.

How did I ever come up with that name? It's embarrassing even for the caller let alone the one being called. Though he seems more annoyed than anything. Figures, I find myself attracted to a seemingly impassive wall. Still, my gut tells me he's much more than that, those soul stopping eyes I saw the first time we met reveals this man is just a dam of emotion forcefully restrained. There's definitely a vast treasure of intrigue under that calm, still surface. Something brought him into this prison. That. I intend to find out.

Past the field (hmm soccer, tempting, maybe some other time), past the showers (nekkid guys? No redhead? Not interested), past the cafeteria (gag… choke… die), and onto the library! I never knew prisons contained so many facilities open to their occupants.

As I step in, a couple of guys raise their heads to take a quick glance at me uninterestedly and return to whatever they were doing, yeah hi to you too. The place is small and divided with shelves stacked with books, the lighting is a little dim and the distinctive smell of old books fill my senses. It's is actually quite decent, kinda reminds me of the tiny, old library down the street from Koneko if you take away the barred windows and mandatory dress code. I'm pretty sure the redhead is here call it my instincts. I don't have to trek far before a bright shock of red catches my attention. You know, with that hair colour it's almost like a beacon calling me towards it so it's not my fault he gets annoyed. I deliberately stand in front of him and it takes a moment for him to look up. I flash him a smile and quietly greet him. He sighs and returns to his book completely ignoring me. Why is everyone here so UNFRIENDLY?! Geesh!

"Soooo, what are you reading?"

"…"

"The library here's pretty nice."

"…"

"Mind if I take a seat?"

"Yes."

Bastard. I flop into the chair beside him anyways. If he wants to read his book fine, I can sit here and study. Oh no, not books or any of their contents, I mean the ice statue in front of me. Now that I think of it, I've never really gotten a good look at him, the encounter in the showers was far too brief and all of last night he was facing the walls giving me his back. He really is the looker, the kind that makes people do double takes, trip and walk into lampposts. He's slightly taller than me even when sitting, his build is lithe and if I remember properly, well built hmm he must work out often then. His skin is smooth and a bit on the pale side, his lips are… well, pulled in a tight line right now so it's hard to tell. He has a rare head of vibrant red, a perfect nose and eerily long dark lashes framing purple irises… that are currently glaring daggers at me.

"What? I'm just sitting here."

"Staring."

"Why not?" I say, grinning teasingly. He seems a little embarrassed and takes a moment to recover.

"Why won't you leave me alone?"

"You seem interesting, I want to get to know you." That's my style, straightforward and to the point, why beat around the bush and waste time? His eyes widen and is that a blush I see?

"I'm not interested in you so you can go bother some other unfortunate soul."

"Too late I already found one, will have to leave the other unfortunate souls in peace. You know, that's the longest string of words I've gotten out of you in the past day." I can see him visibly twitch as he gets up to leave of course being as persistent I am I'm not about to stay put. He turns his head slightly to glower ineffectually and I shrug back. In my head I'm actually him a favour, how so? Human contact. …not THAT kind of contact hentai! Though it could be a possibility… Anyways, I meant social interactions. Like a lot of the guys here he keeps to himself too much, no doubt he silently broods all day berating himself and withdrawing more and more. At this rate he'll be a large bundle of nerves by the time he returns to the world outside. Speaking of which, I wonder how long until that day? I'll leave that question for the future, I may be direct and even brash at times, but I'm not completely tactless. I have a feeling asking him something like that won't be easy though.

I walk beside him trying to get him to talk more and before I know it, he's led us into the gym.

"I have a proposition," Wow, he spoke without prodding. After interpreting his scowl as impatience I tilt my head slightly indicating he has my attention. "let's have a wager, a chin-up competition. I win, you stop pestering me."

"And if I win?" He pauses to think. I guess I should be insulted he never even considered I would beat him, but I'm not. Instead I'm wondering how he'll react later. Hehe wait till he sees what perpetual close combat for several years does for a guys' upper body strength. Grr! (I'm flexing mentally.)

"I'll tell you my name."

Now that seems like a fair bet, should have asked him to do chin-ups last night. "Sounds good to me."

… 37, 38, 39 and he loosens his grip and gracefully drops down to the floor resting his arms on his knees and breathing hard. I do just one more topping him by 1 chin-up and follow suit, well almost, except I nearly toppled over on my "graceful" dismount. Oww my arms are killing me, he really made me go all out! I can't believe we nearly tied, and here I was all confident in my hard earned assassin assets… guess that personal gym the guys got for me'll hafta be oiled up again. We both catch our breaths and I can feel the visible strain in my muscles as well as his deathly glare. I can't help but grin in response, wiping the sweat from my brow I reach out my other hand in an offering of peace. To my surprise he gives me a firm handshake and his cold expression vanishes replaced by a hint of recognition in his eyes. He's taking losing rather well, an attribute I find admirable.

"Ran desu."

"Eh? Oh… OH! Ran ka? I'm Ken."

"I heard you the 100th time last night."

"Hah! So you DO have a sense of humour!" And get this, he rolled his eyes! I wouldn't have expected in a million years for the distant redhead from yesterday to roll his eyes at me, at anything! Shit! He rolled his eyes!

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TBC

I really don't know how prisons are, so everything is kinda made up… umm I mean, cleverly fabricated to better suit the flow of the plot.