Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet, Sweet Seduction ❯ What's Next? ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 8: What's next?

 

 

An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.

Winston Churchill

 

 

Ken kicked the soccer ball as hard as he could and it slammed into the goalie net. He sighed and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arm. He had maybe another ten minutes before the others would get upset with him for being gone so long and it took fifteen minutes to get back to the flower shop from here.

 

Ken sighed, grabbed his soccer ball and head back to the flower shop.

 

Five minutes into the walk and Ken felt the first drops of rain hit his face. He sighed, great.

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The Flower Shop

 

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“YOU IDIOT!”

 

In retrospect it probably wasn't the smartest thing in the world to yell at Ran when he had his sword within reach, or yell at him at all for that matter. So it was a testament to how shocking the news was and how angry Youji was that all Ran was doing was sitting there in shocked silence while Youji ranted like a mad man about Ran and his stupid ice cold heart and not being smart enough to notice Ken was in love with him and was he really smart enough to lead Weib if he couldn't even notice Ken's feeling since Ken was the least subtle person in the world?!

 

By anyone's count Youji hadn't stopped to take a breath in over ten minutes and several of them were starting to get worried.

 

Chloe was torn between laughing at the hilarity of the situation because only Ken and Ran managed to get into situations like this and pointing out that Ken wasn't home. Of course mentioning the last part would mean Ran would get angry for Ken being late and then Youji would make his life miserable for ruining his chances at getting Ken and Ran together. So he just sighed and sat back to watch the fireworks.

 

Free just stared silently at the scene in front of him, wondering what Ken was going to when he found about Youji's rant. The poor man would probably be bed ridden for days, just like last time.

 

Michael sweat dropped as he watched Youji's face turn an interesting shade of blue. That couldn't be healthy. Neither was pissing Ran off now that he thought of it.

 

Yuki glared darkly as he attempted to read his book despite the noise in the living room. As much as he wanted to finish the last chapter he wasn't going to risk missing any of this by going to another room.

 

Omi sighed as he watched the scene in front of him and he wondered if he should be worried that this was becoming a weekly occurrence. God, where was Ken when you needed him?

 

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Later that Night

 

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Ken pulled a glass out of the cupboard and poured himself a glass of milk, gulping it down and then pouring another.

 

“Ken…”

 

“GHAA!!” Ken jumped and nearly spilled the entire carton. “Ran, what's up?” Ken's cheeks reddened and he mentally scolded himself for jumping and not hearing Ran in the first place.

 

“You're late.”

 

“Uhh…” What the hell that's all you can say!! And I wasn't friggin' late you ice, ice…princess!!! Freaking ice princess!!!

 

Ran raised an eyebrow as Ken stared at him blankly. “Ken?” The younger boy was still staring at him, a blank look on his face. After a moment he began to wonder if something was wrong with his soccer loving teammate and considered calling Mihirogi.

 

“Um…” As Ken thought of something to say that wouldn't make him look like a complete idiot the door to the kitchen opened and three figures walked in. Ken's jaw dropped.

 

“SCHWARTZ?!?”

 

…diwedd…

 

So sorry this took so long!