Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Devil's Playground ❯ Confusion ( Chapter 2 )

The youngest member of Weiß groggily walked through the hall toward the bathroom. The hand that had previously been rubbing his eyes came down and grasped the doorknob. He was just about to open the door when he noticed the light on his feet. Frowning he decided to knock first. "Hey, is anyone in there?" He waited a moment for an answer and having not received one decided that someone must have left the light on. Opening the door, he was surprised to find the room occupied. "Ken-kun?"

Omi stood there dumbstruck for a moment. He just didn't expect to find one of his companions sitting in the tub with only a towel draped over him. And the older teen looked lost in a daze. Cautiously, he stepped inside, "Are you ok?" The other Weiß didn't even blink at the intrusion. Growing even more concerned, the young blonde walked over and sat on the edge of the tub. He touched Ken's knee, "Ken-kun?"

Finally snapping from his daze, Ken blinked rapidly up at the younger teen. "Omi?" Glancing around he realized he was still in the bathroom. He gave a sheepish smile and tried to cover his confusion and embarrassment at being found like that with a silly question, "Am I late for work?"

"No, we don't have to be up yet for another hour." Something about the situation didn't seem right to Omi but he couldn't place his finger on it.

"Oh, I must have read the clock wrong then." It sounded so lame in his own ears and he had to force himself not to wince visibly. "Would you mind giving me a moment so that I can get back to my room?"

Still concerned, Omi answered absently, "Sure, I'll wait outside."

"Thanks." Slowly, the blonde stood and made his way outside. As soon as the door clicked closed again he let his head fall back and eyes close. He felt like such an idiot. He hoped that somehow he could pull it off that he was just being his clumsy absentminded self and that nothing was wrong. Quickly, he got up and wrapped the towel around himself. Collecting his discarded clothes he hurried out of the room. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I'll see you later."

Omi placed a hand on his arm, forcing him to stop. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Of course, my schedule's just gotten all messed up cause of the mission. Happens sometimes. I'm fine." He reassuringly smiled at his friend. Omi simply nodded then went into the bathroom.

Ken hurried back to his room and flopped down on the bed, tossing his clothes to the ground. He glanced at the clock and noted the time. 5:37 AM. Had he really been gone that long? He wondered. Still, he would be waking up in an hour and decided that it would be impossible to sleep now. So he turned his TV on to watch the paid programming and get his mind off the night's interruption.

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Aya had always been an early riser. So when he walked into the kitchen that morning he didn't expect to find anyone there, let alone already making breakfast. He stopped in the doorway and just stared. Usually, he was first with Omi following shortly after. Then would the former soccer player stumble his way in later, and sometimes much later, the tall playboy would grace them with his presence. To find the brunette standing at the stove wide-awake and smiling was definitely a shock. One he was freed from when the other spoke.

"Morning, Aya. I'm making those American style pancakes, I hope you don't mind."

"Hn." He answered heading toward the coffee maker to get his morning dose. They worked in silence for some time before the younger blonde joined them.

"Good Morning. I see you are up early, Ken-kun. Guess you couldn't get back to sleep?"

Blushing slightly, Ken replied, "Yeah. I'm making pancakes." He added as a way of closing the subject before it could really begin.

"Great, we haven't had those in a while. And you're the best at making them." Each assassin brought something different to the group, and the same was for their "normal" lives. Each had specialties and each had something that they were horrible at. There was no definite cook within the quartet, only people who could make something better than the others at times. American style pancakes were one of Ken's.

When the three had almost finished their breakfast, the last member made his way in. Aya and Ken headed up to the shop as Omi got ready for school. The morning rush kept Ken's mind off of the nastiness from the early hours. And he was just beginning to enjoy himself again when he felt a chill. He stopped abruptly and felt his heart rate speed up. Somewhere from behind he could hear a sucking distant kind of sound whisper to him. `Kenken.' He knew that voice, a voice that should be silenced and he froze.

A firm hand grasped his shoulder and spun him around. Automatically he dropped the flowers he was holding and fought to free himself. But the hand didn't let go, in fact another joined it forcing him into an embrace. Tight arms wrapped around him trying to stop his struggle. Somewhere in the back of his mind he began registering another familiar voice calling his name. "Kenken, would stop it already, it's just me. Yoji. Come on, Kenken."

Slowly, the brunette opened his eyes and looked up into the face of the tall blonde. "Yo - yoji?"

"Who else?" When Ken didn't respond, he continued, "I was just coming to see if you wanted to take your lunch break now. And after this, I'd say you should go lie down for a bit too."

"Oh. Yeah, sorry. I - I didn't sleep well last night." The words tumbled from his mouth without really thinking about what he was saying. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the solid chest. Swallowing hard, he muttered, "Maybe I should try and sleep for a bit now."

"Are you alright?" Ken nodded against Yoji. "Then why are you trembling, Kenken?"

Frantically, Ken pushed off the taller man and snapped, "Stop calling me that!" His hands covered his ears and he clenched his eyes shut.

"Sorry," Yoji mumbled, startled by the sudden change in his friend. A hand unconsciously began to reach out for the soccer player hoping to comfort.

Ken automatically stepped back to avoid the touch. Surprisingly, when he spoke next he didn't sound angry or annoyed but defeated and small. "No. I'm sorry, Yotan. It's just…. I'm tired." Shaking his head, he just turned and headed back into their apartments.

Quietly the redhead came up beside his companion. "What was that all about?"

"Got me."

"We have work to do, we'll deal with this later."

"Whatever you say, fearless leader." And the two turned back to finish what they were doing. They still had a few hours to go before closing time.

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Ken made it to his room. Closing the door behind him, he leaned against it and slid own to the floor. Pulling his legs up and wrapping them with his arms, he buried his head in the little alcove it created. What's happening to me? Why is this happening now? For all his questions he had no answers. He sat there for some time searching when exhaustion finally claimed him.