Author: Fairady PM
Ever wonder why some things happened in the series?Rated: Fiction K - English - Humor - Ken H. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,660 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 3 - Updated: 04-25-11 - Published: 09-29-02 - Status: Complete - id: 991112
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Disclaimer: I don't own them and I make no money from this. If, however, the creators of this anime ever find themselves in need of a caretaker for a certain one-eyed Irish man...
Warnings: Not much now. Just my own brand of short lame humor.
Notes: Ever find yourself wondering about some strange little thing from the anime? I wondered about Yohji's underwear.
Omi looked up from his laptop as Ken barged into his room with a load of clothing. The boy blinked curiously as Ken dropped it all onto the floor. "You did it again!"
"Again?" He had no idea what the Ken was talking about. Warily poking the pile with a toe he realized it was all underwear. "Oh! Sorry, Ken! I tried to keep everyone's clothes separate. I really tried this time."
He had. It had been Omi's turn for laundry duty, the one chore he truly hated. Despite the fact that they could afford it there was no room in the four assassin's home for a personal washing machine. So, all of the laundry had to be done at a public laundromat. Emphasis on the public.
Omi had been forced to use every skill he'd learned as an assassin at the laundromat to protect their clothes. The flower shop's fan club had somehow found their newest laundromat and had descended upon it in droves. He'd been too busy snatching clothes back from the horde to truly worry about what belonged to whom.
Under such stressing conditions it wasn't really his fault that he'd mixed Yohji's underwear with Ken's. Again. Omi had been too worried about getting his favorite shirt back to really worry about the other's laundry. The e-bay bid for it still had another hour to go, and he was currently out bidding two others for it.
"I have an idea," Omi sighed as he gathered up his laptop. There would be less chance of him being interrupted on the roof. "Why don't you put your name on your own underwear? Then I won't mix yours up with Yohji's."
"What!" Ken stared down at the boy in utter horror at the suggestion. "My mom used to do that when I was a kid. I felt like such a dork!" He crossed his arms and glared stubbornly down at the underwear. "I'm not doing it again!"
Yep, that was the response he'd expected. Omi smiled slightly, hoping it looked somewhat cheerful as he left the room. "Well I'll just have to try harder next time."
Ken pouted as the door closed behind the boy. He really couldn't understand how Omi always mixed his underwear with Yohji's. It wasn't that hard to tell the difference between boxers and thongs!
Ken didn't want any of the other man's clothes near him. Especially his underwear. Who knew where they'd been. Maybe it would be better if he wrote his name on his own boxers. He flushed as he remembered the taunts he'd gotten as a kid for it. Ken's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. What if...?
"Yes," he smiled brightly. He had a much better idea.
Humming to himself the brunette found a permanent marker and sat on the floor. Uncapping it he reached out for the first thong on the pile. Ken thought that Omi's idea was a very good one indeed.
And so Yohji had his name written on his underwear, and Ken didn't feel like a dork. Omi never did mix their underwear up again. Though Aya has been after him about mixing up his shirts with Ken's. Not that anyone noticed a difference. Omi, unfortunately, lost his favorite shirt to a last minute bidder named 'pr0d1gy.'