Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Love Me ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Warnings: RanKen -yay!!!, so obviously it's gonna be yaoi and probably sap

Standard disclaimers…

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Love Me

Prologue

Brown eyes lay transfixed as a group of idling objects remained buzzing around him. Well, at least to a certain brunette, the fan girls hovering and gushing around him seemed nonexistent. His attention was solely pivoted towards his leader… ahh... *his* leader… He watched as silky flaming red hair brushed up and seemingly caress his smooth pale cheek as the man stirred, his daily movements just as graceful while wielding a deadly katana as was he when preparing a simple flower arrangement. So beautiful.

Ken promptly let out a sigh.

As much as he'd like to have Aya as his and he be Aya's willing plaything, boyfriend, lover… he still had no clue how to get Aya to notice him in that sense. Sure, Aya scolded him when he'd break something and competently commanded him during missions, but other than at work in the flower shop, or at work during their night job, he felt completely ignored. It was after the last mission that Ken finally mustered enough bravery to show Aya how he felt about him, but poor Kenken had no clue how to go about such an intricate task. He'd spent the last few days raking his head for brilliant ideas and only ended up with dark circles under his eyes and a plan as good as, `I'll just stare at him till he notices me.'

And so the ingenious soccer player set about his plan since the day started and has received nothing more than… nothing for his efforts. Aya was his same stoic self.

Another sigh. And a whack across the head!

"Owww! What the-"

"Stop daydreaming Kenken and help me with these will you?"

Ken twisted around and found Youji pointing to a large delivery of vases. The blond had been acting miffy most of the morning since he'd been forced to actually work. The nerve of some people, expecting `The Great Kudou' to handle something as trifling as manning a flower shop!

"You didn't have to hit me." retorted Ken.

"Yeah, well, I felt like it."

More than a bit annoyed at the taunt reply and having the last several days be an emotionally confusing hell, the brunette's anger finally unleashed itself. He flew a punch at the blonds' jaw, knocking him off balance and crashing onto the floor. Now Youji was no hot head like Ken, but being forced to wake up at the crack of dawn while sporting a hangover had guised his mood as irritated, add on an embarrassing scene where his manly pride was attacked in front of ladies, we have an enraged Youji Kudou. Casually brushing his ruffled clothing, Youji stood up and without warning he charged towards Ken with his fists. But inches before contact, Aya deftly intercepted the assault.

"What do you two think you're doing?!" his voice was cold and brimming with warning. Ken squeaked, fuming Youji completely forgotten due to the close proximity of the object of his affection. Ken could feel the warmth radiating from Aya's body, he could smell his masculine scent, could practically feel strands of hair brush up against him as Aya moved to stand in between the two brawling florists. And when Aya turned around to face Ken, Ken could do nothing but blush and stare. Aya looked from Youji to Ken and back, seemingly pleased with their stunned silence he `hn-ed' and went back to his flower arrangement. Still gaping after his departure, the rest of the afternoon went by without incident.

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Youji was sprawled out on the couch as Ken entered the living room. The rage had long ago subsided and Ken couldn't help but feel the guilt sink in for overreacting earlier. Youji was an easy going guy, lazy at times, but always reliable… when it counts. They had quickly become close buddies ever since Youji's amalgamation with the team when there was only Omi and him years ago. And since the two were the closest of all four assassins, he wasn't about to cower from apologizing to his best friend.

"Yotan, I'm sorry."

Silence. Ken walked over to him and huffed when he saw the sleeping form with a cigarette dangling loosely from his lips. How anyone managed to doze off with a lit cigarette still in their mouths was a complete puzzle for Ken. Not wanting a house fire, he reached down to pluck the cancer stick, but just then, the supposedly asleep man jumped up and effectively had Ken in a compromising headlock.

"ACK… hey-… ahhh can't breathe!!"

"Serves you right. You know I had to cancel my date tonight because of this bruise on my otherwise flawless face." Youji's voice was playful as he managed to ruffle up Ken's hair. Easily catching the man's good-humored tone, Ken knew he was forgiven, but that didn't stop him from retaliating. He knew Youji was ticklish and that exploiting it was a cheap trick, but... what the hell.

"Ah fuck!" Youji loosened his death grip and Ken squirmed free. "That was low."

"And feigning sleep wasn't?" The blond opened his mouth to retort, but closed it and decked Ken's arm lightly instead. "You okay? I really didn't mean it to go so far."

Youji waved his hand in dismissal. He paused, then his features twisted into something undeniable mischievous. "But you are going to do me a favor…" He leered and lowered his voice "as compensation Kenken."

Any idiot could detect possible danger from THAT and Ken was no idiot. He backed off a bit and managed an adorable pout. "What KIND of favor?" his tone was more than a little suspicious.

"Nothing really, you know, just stuff." Youji said while acting nonchalant. As if that was inconspicuous, Ken narrowed his eyes.

"What *stuff*?"

"Since you ruined my date tonight, I'm bored. So just go with me to the bar, that's all."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"Really?"

"Aa."

Though still slightly suspicious, he had gone with Youji to bars numerous times so he agreed. With a triumphant smirk, Youji bounded them upstairs to get changed. But unlike usually, he rummaged through his extensive clubbing clothes and chose Ken's outfit for him. With some begging and cleverly executed guilt tricks, he managed to get Ken to actually don them. The playboy himself wore a pair of tight black leather pants that rode indecently low on his hips with a fiery red crop top just as tight. His outfit was topped off with a sleek leather trench coat. All in all, Youji Kudou was his sensuously confident self. He smirked to himself in the mirror and trekked to grab Ken. He nearly had to drag the brunette from his own room down the stairs. While Ken had agreed to everything, he made it very clear he wasn't going to surrender without a fight. They were bickering as they entered the kitchen and found Aya pouring himself a drink.

Ken stopped dead to the seemingly scrutinizing gaze. He was dressed in form fitting silver vinyl pants which clung very enticingly to his ass with a black sleeveless top that accentuated his muscular form. His finely sculpted abs peeked under the hem reveling smooth golden skin. The outfit was crowned with a thick black leather collar around his neck.

Ken instinctively reached to pull down the hem of his shirt, in a futile attempt to hide himself. He blushed furiously and was ready to bolt when Youji draped an arm over his shoulder, preventing escape. He glared at the offending limb and pushed it away. Since the arrival of the pair, Youji kept his eyes closely on Aya, but damn did the man know how to hide all semblance of emotion. His face was as impassive as always, not even a twitch of emotion. Breaking the awkward silence, Youji sighed. And before he could let out a cocky remark, Aya gracefully strode out of the kitchen and headed upstairs. Once out of sight, Ken glowered at Youji. The blond caught the death glare, but ignored it. He still had something to confirm.

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The moment the double doors were pushed aside, Ken was overwhelmed by the nearly painfully loud pounding music and blinking lights of all colours that twirled around the large mass of gyrating bodies. After the confrontation with Aya in the kitchen, Ken grew silent, but was grateful for Youji's company; he didn't want to brood all alone. As they stepped further into the masses, Ken noticed a pair of men dancing suspiciously close together, only to see another pair, and another! In fact, everyone seemed to be with someone of the same sex! His eyes widened in realization and abruptly halted. Youji bumped into him and was about to mutter a complaint until he caught glimpse of Ken's saucer like eyes staring at their `environment.' He grinned and settled Ken at the bar. Finally snapping out of his trance, Ken all but shouted,

"YOU BROUGHT ME TO A GAY BAR??!!!!"

Youji couldn't help but laugh. Embarrassed and fuming, Ken got up to leave, but was stopped yet again that night by the evil playboy.

"Ken! Hey, where're you going?" Between chuckles he managed, "Just relax, I'm not gonna hit on you."

"Why'd you bring me to a-a…" He looked around nervously, and blushed, "g-gay bar?"

"Why not?"

"Because… because…" He trailed off and studied the floor. Youji put both hands on Ken's shoulder and the brunette looked up at him. His tone was suddenly serious,

"Ken. I know you like men. More specifically, Aya."

"W-WHA?????"

Youji rolled his eyes. "If it wasn't obvious before, it was today. You were practically undressing him with your eyes."

"Was not! I was just looking!" Ken gasped, realizing that was just about as good as confessing he did. He received an all knowing look from Youji to which he felt needed another bruise. "I just admire him… foraleader! That's all."

"I can't force you to admit it, but don't come crawling to me when you need my help." He paused. "I'm sure you don't want to feel Aya's naked body pressed to yours and have his hands run sensuously along your sides all the while licking and nibbling your ear."

Ken had to force himself from shuddering from the nice visual his mind provided. But he was not about to back down. "I-I don't. Are you going to spend all night lecturing me?"

"Fine, forget about it. I can drink you under any day." The two knocked back a couple drinks and the previous topic was left at that. Before long, Ken could feel that familiar buzz. The couples making out around him didn't bother him that much anymore, Youji was right about Ken wanting their stoic leader, but that was about all. He'd never thought he was gay before, he was not even attracted to the same sex. He did not actually prefer men in general, just Aya. When Ken finally admitted to his feelings several months ago he had surprised himself by not freaking out, so he liked Aya, a man, if it was love shouldn't it be strong enough to transcend gender? With this state of mind, he let his crush run its course, figuring that if his feelings were only a passing whim it'd eventually expire. But it didn't. It only intensified the more he found out about the man. Interrupting his thoughts, the resident playboy dragged Ken onto the dance floor. He had other plans up his sleeve to conjure up the boy's confession. He'd suspected the attraction for awhile, but was never certain before. He honestly wanted to help Ken, but thought he'd first have to get him to come clean before mission: Seducing Aya Fujimiya could be set in motion. Youji grinned, `about time the Love Master got to work.'

The dance floor was nearly completely packed of bodies, most being that of men. People of a large assortment of sizes and styles swiveled around them. Ken smiled nervously. It was much more comfortably to be around pairs of men pressed against each other when you were observing from afar rather than standing barely inches from them. He had to take a deep breath to gather his nerves. `It's just dancing; I can do that.' Just when he was relaxed enough to move his body, he yelped when he felt a hand grab his ass. The brunette whirled around to send a death glare at his offender. He was greeted with a large man with handsome features that matched his lecherous grin. Before Ken could strike back, Youji materialized out of no where and draped and arm about his shoulders.

"Back off." Youji's tone was low as he silently challenged the leech. The man gave Youji a scrutinizing gaze of his own and walked off.

"I could've taken him."

"Yeah, but then we'd have to deal with a dead body. Just dance closer to me, you look too delicious not to be groped. Guys'll probably lay off if they think you're taken."

Blushing at the comment, Ken silently agreed. He sometimes couldn't control his temper and did not want to be reminded of their night job right at the moment. His hands were already stained by blood long ago. His only justification was that at least the blood he let belong to those who were better off burning in Hell rather than running rampant on the streets, he had to believe this or he'd go insane. Shaking his head to stop his train of thought, Ken tried to focus on dancing. He liked to dance; he could sway his body to the beat and temporarily imagine complete freedom, freedom from his sullied hands. He closed his eyes. Behind him Ken could feel the close presence of another body, in the back of his head he knew it was his friend so he paid him no heed. The music was hypnotizing as it mingled with the alcohol, together, Ken was brought into a daze. He felt amazingly warm, especially his back. In unison to the music he felt another's heart beat. Lazily, he lolled his head to the side and opened his eyes a bit before he shut them again. Red. What did red remind him of? Then his thoughts brought him into another dream. He felt safe pressed against this body and leaned further back with a contented sigh. Feeling surrounded by the warmth radiating from behind and the tingling sensation from within his stomach, he couldn't help but smile. How many times had he imagined being this close to him, to be held in these strong arms? Hands slowly traversed his sides burning him with the touch, he felt his hot breath on the back of his neck and moaned when his tongue caressed the outer shell of his ear. He heard murmuring but something felt wrong, his voice wasn't like this.

"Aya?"

"I KNEW IT!" That definitely wasn't the right voice. Ken spun around and was absolutely horrified to see Youji in place of his love. "I was right. You have the hots for Aya!"

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TBC

If you were wondering what the `red' was, it was Youji's shirt hehe Youji can be smart

Anyways, this is my first attempt at writing fiction of any sort (except the stuff the used to force you to do in school) so please go easy on the flames

toniq