Razor Blade Angel

Disclaimer: Don't own the characters or series they are from. You know just incase you forgot. :op

Autors notes: Yes more of them! Ugh...to me it seems like Yohji's a bit out of character in this chapter. Sorry for that. What I was trying to convey was a lack of communication that is starting to happen between the Weiss members. This was the first argument scene I ever wrote as well so it may be a little fractured. Plus I feel like this chapter is a little on the short side but even after going back through it over a dozen times I couldn't think of anything more to add that would be important to the plot so I just let it be. Again sorry for the suckiness, my whole writing groove has been off lately...
So lets see how Yohji and Ken handle themselves in Mortal combat! Hehe...just kidding. Enjoy!




Chapter 3
Yohji rooted around in the refrigerator trying desperately to find something to feed his growling stomach. It wasn’t unusual for him to not eat Ken’s cooking or join the others at the table. Often times he would seclude himself in his room munching on something he had raided from the kitchen at an earlier hour. Even though Yohji was perhaps the social butterfly of the group he did have his moments where he could be a rather solitary creature. This just happened to be one of those times and he had not expected Ken to be around so early figuring he would still have been in the shower. "AH, ha!" The tall blonde reached in to the fridge while pushing his sunglasses back up on his nose at the same time.

Turning, a bottle of orange juice raised to his lips Yohji almost choked seeing Ken standing in the door way a rather dirty glare crossing his face. He had been caught in the act, something a man of his age shouldn’t have been doing anyway. Somehow Yohji just couldn't quite let go of the bachelor lifestyle though. He might have been the oldest but he certainly wasn’t the most mature by any standards. Not only was the situation bad but to be caught by the mother hen of their little group made things especially worse. On top of it all Yohji and Ken didn’t have the best relationship going on at the moment either. Their eyes locked for a moment, deep green hinting at defiance.

A mock sheepish look crossed Yohji’s face, “Um…sorry,” the words holding a tone of sarcasm. It seemed almost above him to call Ken by his name and to apologize, even if with sharpness was painful enough. Yohji was a prideful creature and he was after all the victor. Aya’s affections were his now and he felt no touch of remorse for Ken. That was the game of life and as much as Ken pouted about the fact, there was nothing he could do about it. Besides it wasn't exactly Yohji's fault that Aya had taken a sudden intrest in him. He saw no reason for Ken to be angry with him at all in fact but the fiesty little soccer player just couldn't let it go. The blonde almost felt obliged to return the callousness.

Ken simply glared in Yohji’s direction for a moment completely forgetting the fact that he had planned to tell the next team mate he saw about Aya-chan's situation. Well Omi or Yohji that was, he still wanted to wait to confront Aya about it but it looked like he wasn't going to get a chance to even open his mouth at this point. He tried to tell himself that he was only upset about the juice, normally he could let things go. All in all Ken was not that keyed up on revenge accept on a few given subjects. Most of which had already been laid to rest by his own deadly hands. Deciding the best way to go would be to put up a face for Yohji he spoke in a mock disapproving tone, “Yohji what have I told you about drinking out of the bottle?” Clucking his tongue slightly Ken moved farther into the kitchen hoping that Yohji would just leave now. That maybe the blonde had picked up on Ken's attempt at humor, dry though it may have been.

A bit of sarcastic realism touched Yohji’s green eyes and he bristled a bit. It was apparent he hadn't caught the comicality Ken was trying to pull off. He just couldn’t seem to read people that well and he took offense at the silliest things sometimes. It wasn't that Yohji was dense just that he reacted too quickly on gut emotion sometimes. Ken was totally unprepared for the emotional slap when the blonde opened his mouth next.

“You know Ken you really need to get over this whole thing with Aya.” Yohji took another defiant gulp from the container in his hand swallowing the last of it’s contents.

Ken’s eyes narrowed and he gritted his teeth. How dare Yohji bring up Aya! He knew he had won so why did he have to shove it back in Ken’s face all the time? /What was the stupid bastard’s problem anyway? Humph, and he says I can’t let things go. Why won't he just leave?/
“Yohji I don’t…”

Yohji cut him off before he could finish, “ I mean really Ken you should stop pouting all the time it’s not good for your skin. If you frown so much you’ll get wrinkles.” At this point Yohji was just looking for something to piss Ken off with, apparently the day had just been too peaceful for him. He had found it too and those words cut Ken to the core.

/How could Yohji be so devious?/ “Damn it Yohji you’re the one who can’t drop it!” Ken had both hands balled into tight fists. “Aya’s yours ok! Just stop bringing it up! I’m tired of this ‘I’m better than you shit!’ ” It took all of his effort not to just turn and leave the room now. He felt as though he had to stand his ground though, had to prove to Yohji that somehow he was better than him. His competitive streak just wouldn't let him back down with out a fight. All in all that was probably the thing that was getting him into the most trouble in the first place.

A smirk spread across Yohji’s fine features while a length of honey brown hair caressed his cheek as he turned his head to the side inquisitively. “What ever you want Ken, but denial is an ugly thing.” Yohji set down the empty bottle on the tiled counter top and began to move away reaching for the back door. He felt if he could get away now then he would have won the argument and he would just wait for Aya outside.

They had after all agreed to meet that evening and go out at some earlier point in the day. Yohji had figured it would be a good time for Aya to get some things off his chest concerning his sister. Plus the two were deserving of some much needed alone time with out prying eyes or ears. It was obvious to Yohji that Aya needed some fresh air away from the shop for a little bit.

You could almost see the steam billowing out of Ken’s ears and his eyes began to shimmer with the faint light of crystal blue tears. /I’ll never forgive you Yohji Kudo, never you bastard./

He had planned on telling Yohji about the letter from Schuldig and he had planned on trying to do something about it but Yohji just made things so impossible. That was it, that was the last straw. /How dare he walk away!/ Before Yohji had time to react Ken swung his fist full force at that beautiful face, ready to smash him back into the refrigerator. He secretly hoped to break those precious sunglasses of his as well. Ken opened his mouth in shock as his flying fist was stopped mid-air just inches from Yohji’s face. White fingers curling around his trembling hand with unatural strength.

“Ay-Aya-kun.” Ken’s face turned a deep shade of red. Never before had he shown such temper towards a team member. He felt ashamed and Aya’s look alone was enough to chastise him back into silence. Ken dropped his arm and fist instinutually back down to his side, looking away and trembling slightly still with unspent rage.

After the initial shock of the whole situation that smirk once again appeared back on Yohji’s face. Sliding quickly out from behind the two other men he spoke. “Well Aya looks like you have things under control.” His tone was slightly caustic. “Shall we be leaving now?” He grabbed the door knob and opened it letting the cool evening breeze rush into the kitchen. The air brought with it a sudden rush of fragrance from the small garden outside.

Aya merely nodded but before he turned though those two piercing amyethist eyes narrowed slightly in a look of dissatisfaction. The two left through the back door quickly, leaving Ken in a slightly dumbfounded and crestfallen state. /Shit! Why did Aya have to see that?/ He blinked quickly eyes wet with regret. /I…I’ve got to stop this. I can’t let Yohji get to me this way./ Suppressing the urge to return to his room and hide he walked over to the sink to wash his hands. Even if Aya and Yohji were out he was sure Omi and Aya-Chan would enjoy something to eat. That thought alone perked him up a little but his mind was still weighted from the look he'd been given. /I have to stop thinking about it. I have to just breath…just think about something else. Forget him…/ But for Ken it had never been so hard to forget.