Disclaimer:
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
The setting/character descriptions are based on the manga, 'An Assassin And White Shaman.' So, for those of you who haven't read it, here are a couple of things that are different from the anime:
- Yoji's a brunette, not a blonde
- each of the boys have their own apartment; Yoji and Omi on one floor, Ken and Aya on top of them
Warnings: Rated for "potty-mouth" language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
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Revealing Myself:
Chapter One: And So It Begins...
"They're all working, today!"
"I'm gonna take a really nice picture of them!"
"Yoji! Could you help me over here?"
"Hey! I asked Ken first!"
"Are you busy Friday night, Omi?"
"Oh, Aya! You're so mysterious!"
A typical Wednesday afternoon; we're thrown into a pond of water and the girls eat us right up. It's a dangerous job, but someone's got to do it.
"Hi there, do you need help? Nothing personal, but may I ask how old you are?"
"Yoji-kun, get back to work." Our resident player is at it again, rearranging his agenda.
He looks up towards the little blonde who had scolded him.
"I -am- working. See? She says she needed a bouquet for her friend's birthday!" he replies, with his "I don't have a care in the world" attitude that must drive Omi insane.
"Yoji-kun! Just... Just... Go back to work!" the seventeen-year-old fumed. Poor kid. He can't even tell anybody how jealous he is. I'm going to have to talk to him about that.
"If nobody's gonna buy anything, get out!" Ah, our fearless leader coming to our rescue. Unfortunately, his fierce and masculine tone only heightens the starving school girls' hunger.
"Oh Aya!"
"So sexy!"
"That voice!"
Chuckling, I turn back to the roses I am currently preparing for a customer. I flick some brown hair away from my eyes; they annoy me to death, always trying to obscure my view.
Yep. Just another day, in the 'Kitty in the House' Flower Shop.
Or so I thought.
I never realized that throughout my hours working, I was being watched -- and I don't mean by all the screaming females outside the store. I never realized that two very nosey people were analysing my every move. I never realized that they were watching me watch someone else.
I never realized that they would sneak up on me, from behind.
"Ken-kun?"
"Ah!" I spin around.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"
"S'okay, Omi. What's up?"
"Well, er..." the younger boy trailed off, looking towards the tall brunette who had accompanied him.
"We'd like to talk to you, KenKen." he drawls out, lazily.
And talking to me takes two people? Okay, trying to talk to Aya I can understand. But -me-? The soccer-playing, child-loving, cheery ol' -me-?
That's when I realize that they must be up to something.
"What do you want?" I ask them, suspiciously.
I watch Omi sigh and give me a sympathetic look. "We don't want anything, Ken-kun."
"... Okay, then. What is it?" I ask.
"We'd like to help you, KenKen. With your -problem-." Yoji emphasizes that last word, as if I'd know what he's talking about. What -problem-? Is it my clumsiness? Am I growing gray hair? Do my armpits stink?
But that can't be it, because I apply deodorant there every day.
"You know..." Omi prods me, gently, quietly.
"Hey! You three! Get back to work!" Aya calls out, from across the store. I turn my gaze towards him. He is being surrounded by girls again, but he's not trying to pry their fingers off of him, or yelling at them to get the hell out. He's giving me a piercing glare.
Feeling my cheeks warm up, and not doubting that they're as red as my leader's hair, I snap my head back towards my two other partners.
"Uh... What was that?" I ask, timidly. Yoji sighs and scratches his head. "Ken, if you need to talk about any issues you may have about your sexual preferences, feel free to ask us any questions, alright?"
I blink at them, innocently, for a second until it finally dawns on me about what they're trying to say.
"Wh-What?" I stammer, incredulously. "Se... Se..." Damnit! I can't even say the damn word!
"You think I'm -gay-?" I finally cry out.
"Ken-kun! Don't be so loud!" Omi shushes me. I take a quick glance around the shop. Nobody seems to have noticed my outburst. The girls' squealing probably drowned it out.
I turn back towards my two friends.
"You think I'm gay?" I repeat quietly, in an equally surprised tone.
Yoji stuffs his hands in his pockets, a sign that means "I need a cigarette."
"I need a cigarette." he repeats my thoughts.
"Ken-kun... We don't -think- you're gay..." Omi starts, looking up at me apologetically.
"Ken, we -know- you're gay." Yoji finishes.
How I wish I could just crawl under a table and die of embarrassment.
I start sputtering and stuttering, my words slurring together in an incomprehensible fashion.
"B-but... H-how... I-I... Can't be... Dates... Girls... Y-Yuriko... I'm -not- gay!" I cry out in frustration.
"KenKen, we can understand how confused you are. We just think that it's about time you faced reality." Yoji comes up beside me and pats me on the back.
"If you'd like to talk to us about anything, we'll always be here." Omi reassures me, although I don't feel any better.
"H-How... Why... Why do you think I'm..." I gulp down the last word. I can't say that, either. Not anymore.
"Get. Back. To. Work!" Aya demands of us, again. We all turn towards the angry redhead, who is still being mobbed by the angry flock of girls.
I blush again. You would, too, if those sharp -- not to mention, beautiful -- amethyst eyes were boring into you!
Yes, beautiful. I think Aya's eyes are beautiful. Actually, I think -Aya- is probably the most beautiful person I've ever met. But just because I find him attractive, doesn't mean I'm gay.
Does it?
I'm thinking about my latest confession, when Yoji decides to bring me back to reality.
"We could help you." he tells me.
Startled, I snap my head, up towards them. "... H-Help... Me?" I stammer, eyes widening.
Omi nods, as he resumes his job of sweeping the floor. He gathers fallen petals and dead leaves into a dustpan and dumps them into a garbage bin, before turning back towards me.
"I'm sure Aya-kun isn't all that... Cold on the inside. Yoji-kun and I think --" he is cut off by more of my sputtering denials.
"W-What? Aya? Y-You... Y-you think that I-I..." This is unbelievable! How could my friends have thought that I was... -attracted- to Aya! Like I said before, he's beautiful, but so were a lot of other girls I dated. However, I was never, truly, -attracted- to any of them.
"I'm not gay!" I repeat, for what seems to be the hundredth time in ten minutes.
"KenKen, it's alright if you're in denial. I was, too, when I first realized." I stare at Yoji for a couple of seconds. Yoji was -gay-? No way!
"Yoji-kun's bisexual." Omi explains, as if reading my thoughts. I nod my head, slowly. Well, that makes a -bit- more sense...
My head is starting to hurt. This day wasn't suppose to be this complicated! I was suppose to spend another boring, weekday afternoon doing nothing but tending to the flowers, as I do everyday. Figuring out my sexual preferences do -not- fit in my agenda.
Besides, I'm -not- gay. Of course I'm not! That's the silliest thing I've heard, in my life!
"We've got a few things planned out for you, Ken-kun! We don't have to start right away, but I think you should hear about them. I'm sure it won't be too hard to get Aya-kun's attention --"
"Omi!" I interrupt. "I'm -not- gay! I don't need any of your help!"
He sighs and turns away from me, but something tells me that he hasn't given up, yet.
I growl in frustration. "I'm outta here." I declare. Untying my apron, I quickly hang it up on one of the hooks in the back of the store, and run up the stairs, and into the safety of my own apartment.
Just another typical day in the life of Hidaka Ken. My life sucks.
... To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes: So how was it? Good? Bad? Beautiful? Fantastic? Terrible? Indescribably stupid? Please review/comment!
My name is Takehito Koyasu, and I had decided to give Cece ownership of the Weiss Kreuz character, Hidaka Ken.
Ken: *taps my shoulder* Cece, wake up!
Cece: H-Hm?
Ken: You were dreaming, again.
Cece: Damnit!
Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy! Reviews/comments are much appreciated!
The setting/character descriptions are based on the manga, 'An Assassin And White Shaman.' So, for those of you who haven't read it, here are a couple of things that are different from the anime:
- Yoji's a brunette, not a blonde
- each of the boys have their own apartment; Yoji and Omi on one floor, Ken and Aya on top of them
Warnings: Rated for "potty-mouth" language, and shounen-ai content. Pairings include AyaKen and YojiOmi.
***
Revealing Myself:
Chapter One: And So It Begins...
"They're all working, today!"
"I'm gonna take a really nice picture of them!"
"Yoji! Could you help me over here?"
"Hey! I asked Ken first!"
"Are you busy Friday night, Omi?"
"Oh, Aya! You're so mysterious!"
A typical Wednesday afternoon; we're thrown into a pond of water and the girls eat us right up. It's a dangerous job, but someone's got to do it.
"Hi there, do you need help? Nothing personal, but may I ask how old you are?"
"Yoji-kun, get back to work." Our resident player is at it again, rearranging his agenda.
He looks up towards the little blonde who had scolded him.
"I -am- working. See? She says she needed a bouquet for her friend's birthday!" he replies, with his "I don't have a care in the world" attitude that must drive Omi insane.
"Yoji-kun! Just... Just... Go back to work!" the seventeen-year-old fumed. Poor kid. He can't even tell anybody how jealous he is. I'm going to have to talk to him about that.
"If nobody's gonna buy anything, get out!" Ah, our fearless leader coming to our rescue. Unfortunately, his fierce and masculine tone only heightens the starving school girls' hunger.
"Oh Aya!"
"So sexy!"
"That voice!"
Chuckling, I turn back to the roses I am currently preparing for a customer. I flick some brown hair away from my eyes; they annoy me to death, always trying to obscure my view.
Yep. Just another day, in the 'Kitty in the House' Flower Shop.
Or so I thought.
I never realized that throughout my hours working, I was being watched -- and I don't mean by all the screaming females outside the store. I never realized that two very nosey people were analysing my every move. I never realized that they were watching me watch someone else.
I never realized that they would sneak up on me, from behind.
"Ken-kun?"
"Ah!" I spin around.
"Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"
"S'okay, Omi. What's up?"
"Well, er..." the younger boy trailed off, looking towards the tall brunette who had accompanied him.
"We'd like to talk to you, KenKen." he drawls out, lazily.
And talking to me takes two people? Okay, trying to talk to Aya I can understand. But -me-? The soccer-playing, child-loving, cheery ol' -me-?
That's when I realize that they must be up to something.
"What do you want?" I ask them, suspiciously.
I watch Omi sigh and give me a sympathetic look. "We don't want anything, Ken-kun."
"... Okay, then. What is it?" I ask.
"We'd like to help you, KenKen. With your -problem-." Yoji emphasizes that last word, as if I'd know what he's talking about. What -problem-? Is it my clumsiness? Am I growing gray hair? Do my armpits stink?
But that can't be it, because I apply deodorant there every day.
"You know..." Omi prods me, gently, quietly.
"Hey! You three! Get back to work!" Aya calls out, from across the store. I turn my gaze towards him. He is being surrounded by girls again, but he's not trying to pry their fingers off of him, or yelling at them to get the hell out. He's giving me a piercing glare.
Feeling my cheeks warm up, and not doubting that they're as red as my leader's hair, I snap my head back towards my two other partners.
"Uh... What was that?" I ask, timidly. Yoji sighs and scratches his head. "Ken, if you need to talk about any issues you may have about your sexual preferences, feel free to ask us any questions, alright?"
I blink at them, innocently, for a second until it finally dawns on me about what they're trying to say.
"Wh-What?" I stammer, incredulously. "Se... Se..." Damnit! I can't even say the damn word!
"You think I'm -gay-?" I finally cry out.
"Ken-kun! Don't be so loud!" Omi shushes me. I take a quick glance around the shop. Nobody seems to have noticed my outburst. The girls' squealing probably drowned it out.
I turn back towards my two friends.
"You think I'm gay?" I repeat quietly, in an equally surprised tone.
Yoji stuffs his hands in his pockets, a sign that means "I need a cigarette."
"I need a cigarette." he repeats my thoughts.
"Ken-kun... We don't -think- you're gay..." Omi starts, looking up at me apologetically.
"Ken, we -know- you're gay." Yoji finishes.
How I wish I could just crawl under a table and die of embarrassment.
I start sputtering and stuttering, my words slurring together in an incomprehensible fashion.
"B-but... H-how... I-I... Can't be... Dates... Girls... Y-Yuriko... I'm -not- gay!" I cry out in frustration.
"KenKen, we can understand how confused you are. We just think that it's about time you faced reality." Yoji comes up beside me and pats me on the back.
"If you'd like to talk to us about anything, we'll always be here." Omi reassures me, although I don't feel any better.
"H-How... Why... Why do you think I'm..." I gulp down the last word. I can't say that, either. Not anymore.
"Get. Back. To. Work!" Aya demands of us, again. We all turn towards the angry redhead, who is still being mobbed by the angry flock of girls.
I blush again. You would, too, if those sharp -- not to mention, beautiful -- amethyst eyes were boring into you!
Yes, beautiful. I think Aya's eyes are beautiful. Actually, I think -Aya- is probably the most beautiful person I've ever met. But just because I find him attractive, doesn't mean I'm gay.
Does it?
I'm thinking about my latest confession, when Yoji decides to bring me back to reality.
"We could help you." he tells me.
Startled, I snap my head, up towards them. "... H-Help... Me?" I stammer, eyes widening.
Omi nods, as he resumes his job of sweeping the floor. He gathers fallen petals and dead leaves into a dustpan and dumps them into a garbage bin, before turning back towards me.
"I'm sure Aya-kun isn't all that... Cold on the inside. Yoji-kun and I think --" he is cut off by more of my sputtering denials.
"W-What? Aya? Y-You... Y-you think that I-I..." This is unbelievable! How could my friends have thought that I was... -attracted- to Aya! Like I said before, he's beautiful, but so were a lot of other girls I dated. However, I was never, truly, -attracted- to any of them.
"I'm not gay!" I repeat, for what seems to be the hundredth time in ten minutes.
"KenKen, it's alright if you're in denial. I was, too, when I first realized." I stare at Yoji for a couple of seconds. Yoji was -gay-? No way!
"Yoji-kun's bisexual." Omi explains, as if reading my thoughts. I nod my head, slowly. Well, that makes a -bit- more sense...
My head is starting to hurt. This day wasn't suppose to be this complicated! I was suppose to spend another boring, weekday afternoon doing nothing but tending to the flowers, as I do everyday. Figuring out my sexual preferences do -not- fit in my agenda.
Besides, I'm -not- gay. Of course I'm not! That's the silliest thing I've heard, in my life!
"We've got a few things planned out for you, Ken-kun! We don't have to start right away, but I think you should hear about them. I'm sure it won't be too hard to get Aya-kun's attention --"
"Omi!" I interrupt. "I'm -not- gay! I don't need any of your help!"
He sighs and turns away from me, but something tells me that he hasn't given up, yet.
I growl in frustration. "I'm outta here." I declare. Untying my apron, I quickly hang it up on one of the hooks in the back of the store, and run up the stairs, and into the safety of my own apartment.
Just another typical day in the life of Hidaka Ken. My life sucks.
... To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes: So how was it? Good? Bad? Beautiful? Fantastic? Terrible? Indescribably stupid? Please review/comment!