Title: Little
Things VII- Old
Author: Celeste
Universe: Weiss
Kreuz
Theme/Topic: Ran's birthday!
Rating: PG-15
(some good old boy on boy mentions. Yeah.)
Pairing: RanxKen
Spoilers: Minor
ones, but just about names and backstory... yeah.
Word
Count: 1,236
Time: 47 mins
(minor edits)
Summary: Ran
thinks that things get better with age.
Dedication: Can
I dedicate it to Ran for his birthday? That…might be a little lame.
So yeah, instead, this is for everyone celebrating Ran's birthday
too. XD
A/N: So I tried
first person again after a long, long time of NOT. I don't know how
much I like it now, but then again, I also don't know how well I
got Ran's voice, if I did at all. Ah well, an experiment in the
end, I suppose. ;; Let me know what you think about how I did on
this form of narration! Anyway, this is my contribution for Ran's
birthday this year, since I've never actually done one for him or
Ken, which makes me feel like a bad fangirl. I have to post early
because I'm leaving for AX though, so here it is.
Disclaimer: Not
mine, though I wish constantly.
Distribution: Just lemme
know.
I suspect that Yohji worries for us more than he lets on, if I am reading his lewd overtures correctly, if a bit optimistically. It could just be that he likes making the both of us uncomfortable with his shameless talk about sex and relationships and other things like that that make Ken blush rather becomingly across the bridge of his nose and at the very tips of his ears.
It might just be that, because I admit I like seeing that from Ken as well. But I think that Yohji means to do more than that, because he's afraid that the two of us will somehow get fed up with each other. Or worse, complacent.
Yesterday he winked and whispered something into Ken's ear that sent my lover running to the kitchen for water when he choked on his own air. Later in bed, when I asked him about it, Ken only flushed and shook his head and said that we most definitely didn't need to do anything like that.
If what Yohji said to Ken the other day is anything like the things he suggested to me last week, then I completely agree with him. It may just be the prude in me or something to that effect, but I can't fathom why Ken and I would ever need to assume the roles of other people when we're having sex.
I'm completely happy knowing that I am me and that Ken is him.
But Yohji always seems intent on keeping some sort of tab on our relationship, like he's worried the fire will burn out and we'll go our separate ways or something like that, and he's always pushing us, giving little hints and winks and suggestive nudges and is very frank in stating his concern when he hasn't caught us making out together in the commons areas of the apartment at least once every week.
Ken, when he thinks about it, says that we should be touched that he's putting this much effort into us, seeing as to how he puts very little effort forward in the way of his own relationships.
I'm of the opinion that he should worry more about his own, if that's the case, because I'm certainly not going to let him in on ours simply because he's put some work into it.
But my lover is very sharp when he wants to be, or perhaps unintentionally, when he says that he thinks Yohji just wants us to be happy and that in the world of Kudou's mind, that happiness is inexorably tied to something like us having a very spontaneous, hot and heavy sex life.
And when I think about it that way, it's probably very true that Yohji's lewd suggestions are only his way of showing he cares. I suspect he doesn't want us to lose any sparks, to get completely used to each other and stop looking at our relationship as something new and invigorating.
Kudou Yohji's way of keeping things from getting old is telling us all of his top-secret techniques, the things he uses to keep the women flocking to him one after another. These are the things that make him constantly alluring, that make him fresh and new every time he smiles at a different woman.
I think he's afraid that Ken and I will grow weary of each other, will be unable to keep interest in each other once we've learned all of each other's secrets. He's afraid that once this relationship becomes old and worn we won't want it anymore, will look for something new and better.
I suppose, all of this is sweet in its own misguided way. I also suppose that Yohji, having lost that one person who he would have wanted to keep forever, is afraid that we will be like he has become, wandering, always in search of something new to replace the old.
I guess I can't blame him, because that is how he lives his life, to a degree. It's what he knows.
He doesn't want us to become like him.
But Yohji, I think, has never been too good at spotting details that might appear meaningless.
Like how Ken clings to that ancient, hole-filled atrocity of a jersey of his, the first he'd ever worn as a professional player. It's hanging up in his closet right now, reverently used and worn while the newer ones, the one we bought last week for instance, is strewn on the floor with very little thought as to why. Yohji doesn't notice that Ken's most favorite sneakers are going on two and a half years old now and he refuses to throw them out because he likes them best, thinks they're the most comfortable shoes that were ever made. Yohji doesn't see that Ken's motorcycle has long ago ceased to be state-of the art, but that he keeps it shined and polished and rides it with wild abandon every weekend even though there are better ones, faster ones out there now.
As for me… I suppose it's more understandable that Yohji doesn't know. He doesn't know that as this relationship with Ken ages, I find myself happier and happier, more content with life than the day before. He doesn't know that I have the receipts from our first dinner out together, right next to the movie stub from that horrible action thriller Ken chose when we went to the movies the first time, hand in hand. And I've still got all of the old post-it notes he's ever written me, even though I used to tell him it was a waste of paper just to write "hi" to me and stick it on the bathroom mirror for those days when I woke up without him because he had the early shift without me.
So really, Yohji has nothing to be afraid of. Ken and I are the kinds of people who love things more as they get older, I think. And I can't fathom a situation in which I would ever be tired of Ken, where I could be too familiar with him, where I could know him so much that it became boring. First of all, he's not that kind of guy. To know him, to know him means understanding his unpredictability. And to love him means understanding that he's the type of guy that will forever be pulling someone like me in.
As for Ken, Ken is the type that holds on to the things that are important to him no matter what, no matter how worn or supposedly ruined they might appear. That's how he got me to fall in love with him in return, after all. He wouldn't let me go, no matter how hard I tried to get him to, no matter how badly torn and weary I was.
So Yohji has nothing to worry about, really. He doesn't have to keep giving us his suggestions, his tips, his secret hints to a successful love life. Because the both of us know that as this relationship ages, as it grows old with love and care and frequent use, the two of us will only love it more.
We'll only love each other more.
Though, admittedly, the thought of tying Ken up is a little bit intriguing.
But… that's another one of those things that Yohji will never know. At least, not from me.
END