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KenKen

By: Anna Hibiki

Rating: NC-17.

Disclaimers : Weiss aren't mine! The book Lolita isn't mine also.

Warnings : AU, Shounen-ai/Yaoi, lemon, OCC, angst, If you don't like that, then you can go to read my other WK fics "...Lies Bleeding in my arms" or "Don't Cry" ( ^.^; ).

Notes : Things in Italic are thoughts.

Hello! Before you start reading I wanted to tell you that the fic is based on the book Lolita, and that lots of parts (specially the prologue) look a lot like the book. But there are other things that are mine.

KenKen: Prologue

KenKen, the light of my life, the fire of my heart. My sin, my soul. KenKen.

He was Ken, just Ken, at the morning, ome metre fifty eight without his shoes on. He was Ken-chan with his short pants. Hidaka-kun at school. Hidaka Ken when he signed. But when he was craddled into my arms, he always was KenKen.

Was there someone before him? Of course. The truth is that Ken wouldn't have existed to me if a summer I hadn't loved other boy. It was near the sea. When? So much years before Ken was born as I had that summer. You know, you can always count with an assasin for a fantastic prose.

Ladies and gentleman of the judge, look at my story.

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I was born in New York in 1973. My father was a nice person, half American-half Japanese. He had a luxurious hotel. When he was thirty years old he got married with an American girl. My mother was a very beautiful woman, but that didn't prevent her from a really stupid death. A ray killed her during a pic-nic, when I was only four years old. Probably because she died that soon, I can't remember anything from her except her beauty.

Mum's older sister, aunt Tot, was married with one of my father's cousins, who abandoned her. She took care of the house. When I grew older I heard that she had been in love with my father (and he had used it to his own profit). The truth is that I really cared for her, even if she had very strict rules. She wrote poems. She also was sure she'd die before I turned sixteen, and so she did.

I grew as a happy kid, hotel Mirana was all I cared for. I liked everything, everybody cared for me and gave me their love. And he, my dear dad went with me to the sea and to ride our bicicles, he taught me how to swim, read books to me, and I loved, respected and felt proud of him when I heard the servants talking about his 'female friends'.

I went to a school near the hotel.

The only sexual things I remember from before were when I was thirteen years old (what I should say is before I saw my little Omi for the first time) were a talk about puberty in the school with an half Irish student, son of a famous actress; and some interesting reactions of my body at the sight of some photos I found in the hotel's library.

Some time later, my father told me all the information he thought I should need (but he forgot to tell me what I was REALLY going to need to know later). It was just before he sent me, at 1988's fall, to a school in Washington (where we spent three winters). But the summer of that year... oh.. it was... that summer my father went on a trip to Italia with Mrs. Martin and her daughter. And then, I didn't have anyone to talk to, nobody to confort me.

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Omi was, like my father, half American-half Japanese (you wouldn't believe he's half American). Now is harder to remember his face than before, when I hadn't met KenKen yet.

But from what I can remember of him, he had the softest skin I've ever seen, eyes blue like the sky, blond hair that usually fell over his beautiful eyes and a pink mouth that always had the brightest of the smiles..

My beautiful Omi... I close my eyes and try to see his face again, but I can only see the colors on my mind trying to show me that beloved face.

I have to say that he was the sweetest person I've ever met, and the happiest. He was a few months younger than me.

His parents were very strict, even more than aunt Tot. I really hated his father, this Takatori man thought he was very important because he had a lot of money, and he usually ignored his son, but Omi never lost his smile.

At first we didn't talk a lot. Omi took the sand into his hands and let it run between his little fingers.

But later we started to trust the other, and Omi told me that he wanted to become a doctor to go to the poor countries and help the people who has nothing to eat; I wanted to be a famous spy.

We fell in love instantly. It was desesperate. Desesperate because we couldn't do what we (he didn't directly say it, but I knew he wanted it too) wanted. After an intent to be together, one night, in Omi's garden (don't worry, I'll talk about it later), the only 'intimity' that was allowed to us was to don't have nobody hearing us, but we were being watched, in a part of the beach.

There, in the sand, near of his parents, we laid there for the entire morning. His hand, hidden by the sand, touched mine softly. Sometimes, even his leg moved a little so it was placed the nearest possible to mine. It can sound stupid for you, members of the judge, but for me, I can assure you that it wasn't.

Sometimes, the murails of sand the kids usually make hid us from his parent's sight, so we could brush our lips against each other quickly.

It was frustrating.

The last night of our summer we tried it again. It was our last oportunity to be together, and we weren't going to let it go.

So we scaped from the café to the beach, where we found a quiet place, and then, right there, we had a brief encounter.

I was kneeled and going to kiss my beloved Omi when two men appeared from the sea and started to scream at us. You know, the usual "Look at the fags!" or "You have no shame!".

So we left.

Four months later, Omi died in a car accident. Unluckily, his father didn't.

I think about it again and again, and ask myself if my life starting going bad after that summer.

Or was my desire for the other boy the first proof that something wasn't right with me?

But what I know, I'm TOTALLY sure of, is that in some way, KenKen started with Omi.

I also know that Omi's death touched me deeply. And it always was an obstacle for me each time I tried to love anyone. Even a lot of time after his death, I could still feel his thoughts floating around mine. Before we met we even had the same dreams. Man, even one day in the same month of June of the same year, a canary had been flying around his house and mine, in two countries that are very far the one of the other.

KenKen, if you'd loved me like that...

As you noticed, I've let to the end what happened at the end of what I call "Omi's" times. What happened in our date.

One night, Omi fooled his parents and we met at the bottom of his villa (AN: Gomen! Gomen! I'm not sure if 'the bottom of his villa' is the correct phrase for it! ^^; don't even know if villa is the English word.). Then we hid near some stone ruines.

I was totally amazed with Omi's reactions when I started to kiss him. He was trembling. Well, we were very young at it was the first time our kisses were losing their innocence.

When I felt rather than see how his lips parted, I got more confident and touched his lower lip with my tongue, not very sure of what to do. His reaction was instantaneous. He jumped backwards and hit the stones. Now you're mine. I remember I thought at that moment. while I stepped forth and put one of my arms behind his neck to put him closer to me and kiss him again.

I knew he wasn't very happy with my wet kiss, but two minutes later or so he parted his lips a little more, allowing me entrance and starting to shily do the same I was doing.

When he broke the kiss, I took a look at his flushed face. I still remember the tears threatening to fall from his huge eyes and how his lower lip trembled as I gave him little kisses.

Later, I got even bolder and slided a hand under his shorts slowly, trying not to scare him. Once my hand was there I started to search for what I really wanted. And since he couldn't jump backwards (his back was resting on the stones), his reaction when I caressed his member slowly with my right hand was to close his legs tightly, I also noticed the change in his face. I look I can't describe even now. It was somewhere between scared, dreamy and curious.

I remember he leaned forward to kiss me while I continued caressing him. His breathing had quickened and a hight pitched moan left his mouth when his body started to respond to my touch.

Just when I felt that the flesh under my hand had gotten considerably hard, I noticed that my pants were too tight.

And it was in that moment when I asked myself what the hell was I supposed to do now.

Don't laught at me, my father told me how it goes with women, but how was I going to fuck a guy? "O-Omi..." I said softly slowing the movement of my hand so it was barely caressing him.

"N-Nani? Sorryy! I mean, w-what?" he asked, other moan scaped from his lips before he could stop it.

"What do we do now?" Omi looked at me into my eyes, his blue ones showed how confused he was. "I mean that with women is easy because you know where to put it, but we're both men. What are we supposed to do?"

Omi blushed bright red. "I can only think about a place.." his face got even redder.

Realization hit me, and then I blushed too. "I think you're right.. So, we do it?"

Omi nodded. He was very scared, a lot more scared than I was. He didn't say no just because he knew we would never probably have an oportunity like that.

I laught sadly sometimes when I remember what followed that. I grabbed his shorts and put them down. I was hypnoticed. Of course he hadn't a great body (in fact, he was a little too small for his age), but it was so nice, his skin so soft... I thought I could die in that moment and be happy with it.

And I have to slap myself before and after I say this, and it's a deserved slap. I was so ignorant then... How could I know that a men needs to streetch and lubricate before doing it? We were just kids, and even if I suspected that there were two posibilities: one, his body was too small, or two, I was too big for him (more likely the first).

As I was saying, I just tried to enter his little poor body (and to put it worse, he wasn't in a very good position for an uke). And his first reaction when he felt the slowly entering intrude was to scream. Luckily I muffled it with my lips, but it was hurting him like hell. It was obvious in the way he whimpered and clutched at me."Omi? Shhh... Sorry.. Does it hurt so much?" I asked him tenderly caressing his face to try to relax him.

He only whimpered in answer.

I wasn't even halfway into him when we heard a noise. Well, I almost didn't. I was only concentrated in his smell, chocolate and the home made sweets his mother made. I was also distracted by the feeling of his tight body around me while I tried to enter him, as slowly as possible.

A moment later it wasn't a sound, it was his mother calling him (almost histerically). And Doctor Cooper appeared in the garden. So I pulled out of him and helped Omi to put his shorts up, noticing the fine trickle of blood falling between his thigs and cleaning it as I could with my own pants, that I put on quickly.

He just gave me a quick kiss on the lips before he went to where the doctor was while I left his garden.

All about him in my heart. His body, his smell, the feel of his soft skin. Everything. Even his pain.

All these things had remained with me, until at last, a lot of years later, it broke and born again in other.

Tsu zu ku..

or not?

Ne, hello minna! How was it? Rigth now I'm having a nosebleed moment. I mean, I wrote an almost lemon Brad/Omi scene to start the fic! Dunno, I know is an odd pairing, but it had to be or Omi or Nagi, and if you've read the book, "Annabelle" is described as an almost genki person (at least in my opinion). But don't worry, Nagi-chan's fans, cuz Nagi-chan will appear in this fic (still dunno when, but he's going to).

If your asking yourself why a BradKen fic starts with A BradOmi scene, I'll tell ya. In the book, Omi (I mean the girl the main char met) is very important and are a lots of references to that character lately, so I thought I had to put it.

But I'm feeling sad. I KILLED OMI-CHAN!! watashi no bastard!

I think it's obvious by now who's Lolita, ne? So Ken's gonna be a little OOC (Brad too).

I have to say gomen for the sad try at a lemon scene, DEMO, I've tried to adapt it to the book, and, it was also my first try at it. And man, I couldn't resist to torture them a little (I have to torture everybody in my fics), so I did as in the book, I didn't let them finish. The other reason it wasn't very explicit is that they were too young, and I thought that they would have no idea about yaoi.

Anyway, this was just the prologue, and KenKen's going to appear in next chappie, I promise. But ya have to give me some feed back, I like this story (and it's Brad/Ken, what means that there is one of the most uncommon pairings [dunno why, they make a cute couple, don't ya think? Even if I prefer YouKen or SchuKen]), and wanted to do a fic with this pairing. So here it is.

Also say to end the notes that this is not a lemon fic. AT LEAST the lemon is not the most important thing.

Now I shut up, but remember to review this, 'kay? Please the comments are important to me.

See ya minna!