Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Summer Vacation ❯ Day 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: They are not mine (sobs)

A/N : This is my first fic so …

Summer Vacation

By Misaki Sakura

@Day One@

/Ken's POV/

Far away from Tokyo (and from those fangirls) in a small town somewhere in Japan. We're now standing in front of a cabin at an unknown resort. Mysterious isn't it?

"Why exactly are we here?! There are no women around here! This place is damn well isolated!" Youji starts to whine.

"Hn." A simple answer, as usual, from our cold leader, Aya. It's simple, yeah, but it means a lot of things that he will do to Youji if he continues his whining. I don't see he notices it though. Never learning from his own experience, I see.

"We are on our vacation here, in case you didn't notice, Youji-kun!" Omi smiles. It's frightening actually, but Youji doesn't seem to care.

The little angel is mad. It's so painfully obvious that he likes Youji. Even a moron can tell. Geez. Youji is soooooo stupid. No, it means he is beyond stupid.

"But why, Omittchi? Anyway, who has arranged a vacation in the middle of nowhere like this?! I'm getting older and older if I have to stay here."

"Aya-kun has."

He sighs. "No wonder. Just a perfect place for … " he stops under Aya's death glare.

"That's ridiculous, Youji-kun. We're here for only one week! Nothing can happen." Omi giggles.

"Omi, one week is soooooo long for Uncle Youji to not enjoying…"

"Would you two stop bickering and get in NOW?!!" A direct order. That instantly silences both Youji and Omi. Heck, if they don't, it means they are messing with a certain katana and I bet Youji still loves his head.

Still muttering under his breath, Youji forcefully steps in followed by a cheerful looking Omi. Youji glances at me and gives me a questioning look. I think he wonders why I haven't opened my mouth until now. Actually after two years living with Aya, I've found out that when his eyes shine like that, it means a certain death. So, being a smartass, I've shut my mouth from the very beginning.

I sit on the couch with Aya and Youji, who's still mumbling and swearing, while Omi's checking the rooms and everything. You can leave everything to Omi. He is reliable most of the time and you won't get a glare from him when you ask for his help. Youji just can't see his luck.

I move my glance to Aya. You would think that now I'm immune to whatever he appears like but the truth is … even now I'm not prepared for how beautiful he is. Yep! You heard it. He can be as beautiful as an angel but as deadly as a devil. Unfortunately he prefers being a devil to being an angel. But either way, he is still beautiful. Of course I won't let him know what I think `cause after that I have to kiss my life good bye.

Okay, back to the present. As I've said before, I glance at him. His skin is so pale. I wonder if he takes milk bath regularly. Anyway, you really can't find a person as beautiful as him. Do I love him? I don't know. I think I'm still in a denial state or whatever Youji said. I admire him of course. Who doesn't?

"Ken-kun."

Admire is different from love,… is it? I think I've read something about how an admiration can turn to something more … intimate. Or is that hate? Hate … I hated him once but that was long time ago before I realized I'm attracted to him.

"Ken-kun!"

So, can I say that attraction is the same with love? I don't think so. I mean, … I've been attracted by so many girls. Yuriko, for example. But it's different from what I feel towards Aya. Ow! This gives me a headache.

"KEN-KUN!"

I blink. Did he call me? "Uh … did you call me, Omi?"

Omi slaps his forehead. "Yes, Ken-kun. For the fourth time."

"Sorry. I was … kinda distracted. What did you say?" I grin sheepishly at him.

"I was asking you if you're fine sleeping with Aya-kun."

Oh. He asked if I'm fine sleeping with … Wait a minute!! What did he say?! "What did you say?!"

He sighs. "Kenken, I think you should get your ears checked." Youji says in a mocking tone. I glare at him. No effect. I really hope my glare can be as powerful as Aya's.

"Ken-kun, if you don't want to sleep with Aya-kun, Youji-kun can sleep with him."

"I'm …"

I feel Aya walks past me, carrying his bag upstairs. He doesn't object or against sleeping with me, but that's Aya we're talking about. He'll agree to anything for the sakes of the mission. Not to mention that this vacation is an order from Kritiker.

"Well, well, the Ice Princess is mad." Youji says as we watch Aya walk into his room. Our room.

"Youji-kun, don't call Aya-kun like that."

"Do you prefer a snow man, Kenken?" he turns at me.

"I don't understand what you mean."

"It's okay. Take this chance, Ken-kun. Melt him!"

"Melt him?!"

"Go Kenken!"

Youji shoves my bag at me and push me to the stairs. I don't know what they're up to but somehow I get this very bad feeling. They've planned this. They've planned this! My mind is too preoccupied by a certain redhead that I don't realize my foot starts to give way. I stumble backwards.

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/Aya's POV/

I am unpacking my things when I hear a loud thud. I sigh. That must be Ken. He's so clumsy. And … adorable, innocent and hot headed at the same time. I shake my head. Well, I've admitted long time ago that my feelings to him have gone beyond friendship … if we ever had one.

He's stomping down the hallway. Why can't he be a little quiet? The door is swung open to reveal a panting Ken standing there with his bag grabbed in his hand. I stare at him. He stares back at me. Maybe we would've spent the whole day just staring at each other if I hadn't realized it and snapped at him.

"Are you going to stand there the whole day?!" I'm a real bastard. I admit it. Don't make me say that again.

After sending me a dirty look, he silently approaches his bed, throwing his bag beside it on his way. I can't stop myself to watch his every movement. Not graceful but somewhat … intimidating. I should've known being in the same room with him is a bad idea from the beginning. Actually I was … kind of … offended by the way he reacted back then. I think he doesn't like the idea being stuck in the same room with me. Maybe that's why I made my way here before he refused it.

A moment later, I find this room is a bit too quiet. It's quite odd actually, considering he is an active chatter. I look at him and surprised to find him lying there, sleeping. I study his sleeping form for a while. So cute … Wait! I, Fujimiya Aya (make that Ran), think that my fellow assassin, Hidaka Ken is cute?! I like him, yes. Think that he's gorgeous, yes. Admire him, yes. Think that he's cute, NO! A man can't be, and will never be, cute. Exception for Omi, though. How can I think he's cute? Because of the way he treats kids? Because of the way he plays with them? Because of the way he stumbles over the pots in the shop? Because of the mess he makes by eating ice-cream? Because of the way he blushes when there are girls near him? Or when Youji teases him? Or because the way he stammers when he speaks to me? … Okay, I take that. He is cute alright.

It takes me almost five minutes to notice that he is not wearing his blanket. He sleeps on it. I sigh. I take a few steps towards his bed, lift him up. He groans. I wait until he relaxes again. I pull the blanket then cover him with it. I stare at him again, then before I realize, my body moves at its own accord. I kneel down beside his bed and hear myself whisper to him, "Sleep tight, Ken." I kiss his forehead and walk back to my bed.

I feel myself becomes sleepy too. I smirk. No wonder. I had to endure four hours, four tormenting hours, for driving them here, hearing Youji's whining. I'm exhausted! I settle myself on my bed and let sleep takes over me.

******* TBC *******