Washing the dishes
Warnings/notes : slightly silly, Aya/Ken, Yohji/Omi, kissing, perhaps overly romantic?, oocness
Disclaimer : I don't own Weiss Kreuz.
written at 1st june 2003, by Misura
Thanks to Romennar (glad you think so!), apocalipticoblivion (well, one week … glad to hear!), naoe (thank you!), Wai-Aki (so … you like Ken? ^_^ so do I ; don't worry about Yohji getting nasty. Omi'll take care of that. hehehe), Celeste1 (thank you!), Craw/Brad (glad to hear my fics aren't diminishing in quality! ^_^), Zeto (thank you very much!), Shiroki Kietsuki (as long as you say 'please' it's not really a demand, is it? and it's nice to be encouraged. thank you!) and Coppelia (hm, Yohji's not up to anything, really. it's pretty exhausting work to clean the kitchen you know ^^;).
Halfway the second part of the game, Ken glanced sidewards. To find Aya staring at him, not even bothering to turn his head and pretend otherwise.
The redhead's gaze was intense and Ken found himself unable to look away.
What's going on here?
Why is he acting this weird?
"Uhm, Aya?" he managed to squeak.
Why am *I* acting this weird?
"Yes, Ken?" Aya purred.
Waitaminute ... did I just thought that Aya was *purring*?
Oh man, I'm really messed up ; maybe I bumped my head or something.
"The game's on the screen you know." He waved vaguely in the direction of the TV.
"Not the game I'm interested in." Aya smirked.
All right, that's it.
I have just gone officially crazy.
I'm seeing and hearing things that aren't there.
I know I had daydreams about Aya loving me back before but this is ridiculous!
There's no way he can really be interested in me!
Aya bent over and kissed him.
Hmmmmm ... if this *is* another dream I hope I won't wake up anytime soon.
Ken's wish was partially granted ; it was about two hours later when the door to the livingroom was thrown open -
"WHERE IS HE?"
-to reveal a rather angry-looking Omi.
Ken practically jumped up, earning a hurt glance from Aya he decided to ignore for the moment.
Omi blinked, seemingly regaining some control over himself. His cheeks were still flushed though, with anger rather than embarrassment.
"Sorry for storming in on you and interrupting you, but I really have to see Yohji. Right now."
"Oh." Ken replied, wondering what the boy wanted with Yohji.
Ah well, none of my business is it?
"He's cleaning the kitchen." Aya informed him.
"Thank you, Aya-kun." Omi nodded and strode in the direction of the kitchen.
Wow, looks like Yohji has really made him angry.
I wonder what he did ; Omi's very easy in forgiving people.
Especially Yohji, most of the time.
Almost as if he ... likes Yohji. The way I like Aya.
"And guys?" Omi said, turning in the door-opening. "I think you make a very cute couple."
Ken blushed scarlet, while Aya allowed himself a chuckle as soon as Omi had closed the door behind him. After which they went back to doing what they had been doing before.
And hope for no further interruptions. Please.
Yohji looked up to see Omi standing in front of him, hands on hips and a scowl on his usually so friendly face. "So what, chibi?"
"So cleaning the kitchen is more important than our first date." Omi snarled.
Yohji flinched. "It wasn't my fault." he defended himself. "They *made* me."
"You could have explained!" Omi cried out.
"I tried! Really!" Yohji protested.
Omi's eyes were doubtful, but he didn't say anything.
"I told them I had a date, with someone very dear to me, the love of my life. They wouldn't listen. Aya said I had to do it because I never did anything useful, can you believe that? I do useful things all the time! Like ... like ... "
"Like cleaning the kitchen?" Omi suggested with a slight hiccup in his voice.
"Yeah! But noooo, Mr. Icy says I should make myself useful for once or else I won't get any dinner when he cooks again. You wouldn't want me to starve now, would you Omitchi?"
Yohji looked at him pleadingly. He would kneel down on the wet floor and risk ruining his pants if it meant he would get Omi's forgiveness.
Though I hope *that* won't be necessary.
Omi burst out giggling.
I suppose it's better to be laughed at than to have him mad at me but ...
"I'll explain later." Omi grinned. "Are you done yet?"
Yohji regarded the current state of the kitchen. "Almost?" he suggested hopefully.
Omi sighed, then grabbed a brush. "I'll help you."
Sweet Omitchi, always prepared to aid people in need.
Even people he was ready to tear apart minutes ago.
"Thanks. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
Omi smiled. "You'd better."
Yohji smirked as he stepped up to the boy. And kissed him. "There! How's that for a repayment?"
Omi did his best to regain his composure, shrugging.
"I suppose it's fine. For starters."