-Part 3-

Fujimiya Returns

 

Omi sat in the kitchen, peering into the oven. He waited patiently for his cake to come out, and as soon as the little cow bell chimed, he pulled out the sphere delicacy, and began to ice it. Light blue frosting and gel roses were topped on the cake. It was a bit girlish, but considering the baker, it suited just fine.

 

“Oi, Ken! Come and see Aya’s cake!” Omi called from the kitchen. He sat down on a stool, admiring his work that sat on the counter. On a second through, he stood and wrote “Tanjoubi Omedetou, Aya!” across the cake in neat Kanji. “Oi, it’s perfect!” he nodded.

 

Ken strolled into the kitchen just as Omi set down the small tube of icing. Walking next to the short blonde, he leaned over his shoulder, and studied the cake. “Wow! It’s terrific, Omi! But it’s missing one thing!” he noted.

 

“Missing...?” Omi questioned. “It has ‘Happy Birthday’, and blue flowers.....”

 

Ken grabbed the gel frosting, and next to Aya’s name, drew a small smiley face with downturned eyebrows, which scarily enough, resembled the redhead on a good day. “There! Now the cake can be happy!”

 

Omi turned and peered at Ken oddly. “Ken... why would my cake need to be happy?”

 

Ken laughed, folding his arms. “Because! It’ll be eaten at the best birthday ever, that’s why!”

 

Omi dropped his head down onto the table, burying it in his arms tightly. “Only Ken would find logic in a smiley face.” he groaned.

 

Ken looked around, nodding approvingly. Inhaling deeply, he hit his fist against his chest, turning back to the blonde. “Do you smell it Omi? It’s everywhere!” Ken said, satisfied.

 

Omi raised his head. “Smell what?” he asked.

 

“Perfection!!” Ken cried. “Everything is so perfect!” he laughed, and walked back from the room towards the stairs.

 

Omi shuddered as the laughter. It tingled and itched his spine, much like the chicken pox he had when he was seven did. “Ken, you are scaring me, AGAIN. Ken, stop laughing! Ken, you’ll upset the neighbors... are you listening? KEN!!”

 

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“Happy Birthday, Aya!” The boys exclaimed, as their pallid teammate walked in through the door with a bag of groceries in tow. The redhead looked at them puzzled, and at the room, which had been decorated with colorful light bulbs, and crepe paper.

 

“Anou..” Aya began, but stopped, seeing their happy faces. Why bother ruining something they worked at so hard for him? Placing a smile on his face, he set the groceries in the kitchen and returned to the living room, where he sat down beside Ken on the couch. To be honest, birthdays scared him. He hadn’t had a cake since he was nine. Birthdays seemed to always be ruined for the redhead. But this....

 

Omi kneeled in front of Aya, holding out a small red package. “Here!” he said happily.

 

Aya smiled. For once, they were paying attention to him. And it felt.. rather.. nice. “Ah, thank you!” Aya nodded, slowly unwrapping the small gift. “Ah!” he exclaimed, at the hard covered mangas. “Thanks, Omi!” he nodded, flipping open the books. The art was done beautifully, and these were two he didn’t have.

 

Bowing at the blonde, Aya smiled as Yohji handed him another gift, wrapped in shiny green paper.

“Here, Aya-chan.” Yohji winked.

 

Aya took the present, unwrapping it. “Ah, Yohji!” he yelped, his face blushing when he read the cover of the book.

 

“Oi, what is it? What is it?” Ken asked curiously, yanking the book from Aya’s hands. A blush crossed his face as well.

 

“What? What!” Omi scowled, taking the book. “The Book of Good Sex..?? YOHJI!” Omi scolded.

 

The brunette laughed, scratching the back of his neck. “Aheh, well, with those two..”

 

Ken and Aya began to both laugh nervously. “Ah, thank you, Yohji..” Aya said, a visible blush still covering his cheeks.

 

Ken reached beside him, handing Aya a larger present wrapped in orange. “Last, but not least...”

 

Aya took the gift. “Oh, it’s heavy..” he murmured, unwrapping it. His eyes widened as his fingers ran over the soft cover, flipping it open. “Oh Ken..” he sighed. “It’s beautiful...” His eyes spied all of the photos Ken had placed in the album, purely in awe.

 

Indeed, Ken had gone to alot of trouble for this gift. A specially made case in Maranouchi, digging through Aya’s old picture books for photos to put in, and taking as many photos of the four of them as he could recently, to make a special book just for Aya.

 

“You bought him a photo album?” Yohji asked, taking another long drag from his cigarette.

 

“No!” Ken retorted. “I made it!”

 

Aya’s eyes shifted to meet Ken’s. “I love it.” He said matter-of-factly, and set down the book to embrace the brunette. “Thank you so much.” he whispered, and placed a gentle kiss against Ken’s soft lips.

 

Ken blushed, and kissed Aya gently. The embrace didn’t last long before Omi jumped up to go and retrieve the cake from the kitchen, insisting he needed Ken’s help. The brunette smiled helplessly, and waving, hurried off into the kitchen.

 

Omi walked back out into the living room, where Aya and Yohji had moved to the couch, waiting patiently. Ken walked out a moment later, holding the tall sphere cake. Omi stuck two sparklers on the top. “Oi, Ken, wait a second!” he commanded, lighting them.

 

“Iie, no, Omi, wait!” Ken begged. He didn’t like the sparkler jumping so close to his face, considering he was the one holding the cake. But Omi stepped back, and Ken, took another step forward to the table. A spark jumped, and Ken, dear heart, yelped and lost his footing, tripping over the rug and the cake was launched into the air, plate and all.

 

The next thirty seconds included a mad rush, Yohji leaning back in his chair to get away from commotion, and Omi and Aya diving to catch the cake. Instead of making an amazing save, the two collided foreheads, and the plate and the cake fell onto the floor, where Ken landed.

 

Face first.

 

Aya sat back in his seat, just as Ken pulled his face from the cake. Frosting and bits clung to his face and hair, sending Omi and Yohji into hysterics. Both fell to the floor in laughter, and Ken sat back on his knees, crocodile tears pooling in the corners of his eyes.

 

Aya noticed this, and standing up, walked over and sat beside the brunette. “Oh Ken..” he said softly, and pulled the brunette into his embrace, not worrying if frosting got on his shirt.

 

Ken began to wail, ignoring the laughter of the other two. “Aya! I wanted everything to be so perfect, birthdays were always so bad for you, I wanted this one to be different, I wanted this one to be the best birthday ever...” he sobbed.

 

Aya laughed, and hugged Ken tighter. “It is.. I mean, it has been. This has been perfect Ken.” he said softly, placing a kiss on Ken’s messy forehead.

 

The brunette pulled back, and stared at Aya through his large two-toned hues. “But the cake...”

 

Aya turned, and looked at the cake behind him. Frowning a bit, he reached out, and grabbed a piece, popping it into his mouth. Chewing slowly, he leaned back onto his elbows, eating thoughtfully.

 

Ken stared at him for a minute. “Anou....”

 

“It’s good.” Aya nodded, smiling at the brunette.

 

“Oh Aya!” Ken cried, sniffling, and dove back onto Aya.

 

“Whoa, Ken, Ahh!” Aya cried, and fell backwards, losing his balance, and hugging Ken, landed on his back on what was left of Omi’s once beautiful cake.

 

Omi and Yohji stopped, midlaughter, and sat up from their giggling positions to stare at the other two.

“Anou, Aya..” Yohji started, as Aya sat up, pulling Ken with him. “You have blue frosting in your hair..”

 

“And down your shirt..” Omi continued.

 

Aya cocked an eyebrow, looking down at the brunette who smiled sheepishly at him. “Oops?”

 

Omi stifled a giggle, covering his mouth childishly. Yohji snorted. “Didn’t even get any of the cake...”

 

Ken looked up at Aya, who frowned sternly for a minute, and then smiled at the brunette. “Well. At least this birthday has certainly been memorable.” he commented. Hugging Ken, he pulled the brunette to his feet, and sat down on the couch. “Let’s look through this album, shall we?”

 

Ken nodded. “Yeah!”

 

And thus, Aya’s Best Birthday Ever came to a close.

 

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Birthdays were supposed to be fun. Cake and candles, presents, happy people shouting and laughing, parties, dancing, kissing, and most of all, the joy of knowing you were a year older.

 

But such wasn’t the case for Aya Fujimiya.

 

Birthdays, well, birthdays really sucked for the redhead.

 

When Aya turned seven, his dog was hit by a car, and died.

 

When Aya turned eighteen, his parents were killed and his sister got into an accident and went into a coma. Aya watched as his life was torn away, and his identity found new ownership by Kritiker.

 

When Aya turned twenty, he was transferred from Crashers to Weiss. And met Ken.

 

When Aya turned twenty-one, Ken fell in his cake and Aya got frosting down his shirt.

 

“Well, there’s always next year!” Ken exclaimed, and broke into laughter. “Let’s get started, ne?”

 

“Anou.... Ken-kun...” Omi stammered. The youngest shivered. The laughter was worse than Schulderich’s nasal whine. “Ken, you are S-C-A-R-I-N-G me! Ken, I’m going to have a seizure! Look, I’m already twitching, see?? Ken, are you listening? KEN!!”

 

 

[The End!]