-Part 6-

Hooray for a Violation

 

[Tuesday. 4:00am. Weiss Apartment.]

Ken pushed the door open to Omi’s room. He’d heard Omi whimpering earlier, and wasn’t quite sure if the younger boy had been having a bad dream or not. The glow of Omi’s monitor dimly filled the room. Dark patches splattered the walls as Ken looked around, horrified. He cautiously reached out.. and clicked on the light next to the computer. And screamed. Omi laid slumped over the keyboard. His own darts used against him, pinning his hands to his keyboard. His face was bloodied, his back and shirt filled with dart wounds. As he turned, he saw Aya. He raised his hands to cover his eyes. Aya was thrown up against the wall, his katana shoved through his stomach, holding him inches off the floor, hanging from the wall. Blood dripped around him, from his chin, covering his shirt. They’d both died in pain. And it seemed Aya had died trying to save Omi. Once again. A low laugh filled the room, as Ken raised his angry gray-green eyes. A shadowed figure sat on the windowsill, moonlight spilling over him in the darkest corner of the room. He laughed, green eyes twinkled as he stood up. Yohji. He walked from the shadows, and leaned against the walls. He held up his hand. Aya’s elongated golden bar dangled from his fingers. He laughed again. Ken slid to his knees. This couldn’t be happening... this couldn’t..

 

Ken bolted up in his bed, screaming for Aya. Sweat beads dripped down his forehead as he looked around the room. He glanced over at the clock. 4 am. He panted quietly, and looked over.

Aya awoke to Ken’s screams, and sitting up in the bed, he looked around. “Ken?” He asked, and looked over. “Bad dream? Are you okay?” He pushed his crimson bangs from his eyes and looked up at his lover questioningly. “..Ken?”

Aya’s lips were reddened, as if he’d been biting them again from nervousness. But why would Aya do that now, when he was asleep?, Ken wondered. He frowned. Something wasn’t right. He felt Aya’s hand gently rub his back, and he nodded. “Ahh, hai.” He murmured. “I’ll be right back.” Sliding out of bed, he walked quietly down the hall, and pushed open Omi’s door. The glow of Omi’s monitor dimly filled the room. He cautiously reached out.. and clicked on the light next to the computer. Omi laid quietly over the computer. He breathed slowly, his azure eyes fluttered open to the light, and slid closed again. His tiny hands laid over the keyboard as he slept silently. He’d fallen asleep while trying to hack again. Ken picked him up and laid him into his bed, drawing the sheets up tightly around the younger boy, he kissed his forehead and tiptoed from the room, glancing once at the windowsill. It was empty.

As he walked back into Aya’s room, slipping into bed, Aya turned over, having tried to go back to sleep. His crimson hair fell from his eyes and his ears. And empty ear lobe was the first of many frights brought to the redhead. Aya had noticed. Of course he’d noticed, it was the only possession he treasured nearly with his life..But the notice went on without word. And he tried to sleep again.

Ken’s eyes widened. Aya’s golden bar was gone. It came as a shock to him.. the dream, everything that had happened.. At least Omi and Aya were alright.. but.. there was something that made his stomach churn.. bringing a single hand up to place it over that bare ear of his lover's. Yohji.. did Yohji do something to Aya again? Gritting his teeth silently in the darkness.. he tried to stay calm and not wake his partner.. but there was something.. something wrong! He couldn't sleep.. there was no way, when his Ran and Omi were both in danger.. that dream was trying to tell him something, wasn't it? Ken's hand ran over the ear again as he sat on the edge of the bed, bringing both hands to settle in his lap, gazing down. What now.. what was Yohji planning? The.. the asshole.. he wasn't going to get away with this.. Ken had to do something, but what?

Aya was woken when he felt Ken run his fingers over his bare ear. A slight sleeper already, a touch, especially a feathery one from Ken always woke him nearly immeadiately. He shivered, and sat up in bed, pulling the thin sheet up around him. He looked over at Ken questioningly. "Ken .. what's going on?" He sighed deeply. He knew Ken had had a bad dream. Aya had them alot, and Ken had always been there. But for some reason, it seemed to be more than just this. Something alot more.

Ken shuddered at the sound of Aya's voice.. bowing his head a bit more.. he pulled on a soft smile and turned around on the bed to bring the red head into his embrace, placing a single hand on the back of his head and holding him to his chest. That was the only thing he could do at the time.. Pale lips parted to speak in a soothing.. yet frightened voice.. "Fujimiya..." The grasp around the Abyssinian's body grew a bit tighter, as if Ken never wanted to let him go. Like if he did, Aya would disappear forever.

Aya trembled violently against Ken. His lover was scaring him. He didn't like that. He tried to remain calm as he was held tightly. He closed his eyes, not feeling the coldness of his earring and suddenly grew frightened. "Ken.. Ken.." He pushed slightly on Ken's chest and tried to pull away, but after a second decided he liked it in the arms of his lover.

 Ken loosened his grasp.. bringing his lips down to suckle on the tip of his lover's ear, just to calm him down. After a few seconds.. he paused and let out a sigh.. leaning back a little while letting go of the red head. "I'll get it back.. I promise.. I'll protect you.." A single hand was placed on Aya's cheek as Ken leaned forward to give his lover a soft kiss.. one.. just in case anything happened, but he wasn't going to let that happen. Aya meant so much to the green eyed man.

Aya was still terrified. He didn't understand what was going on. He shivered when he felt Ken's warms lips on his ear. He drew in a deep gasp. Not only from the ear suckling, but from Ken's words. Aya knew exactly who had his earring. Yohji. The bastard. Didn't he ever give up? It was just a week ago Ken had burned nearly all of his chocolate hair off, and the man was still trying to cause trouble. Yohji used to keep to himself.. Aya didn't understand. He consented to the kiss, kissing his lover back softly. "Ken, don't go anywhere, don't leave me.." The Siberian had no idea how important he really was to the older man. Aya wouldn't survive without him. Plain and simple. And, that, was something Ken Hidaka could take as face value.

Ken looked rather determined.. but after those words were heard coming from the Abyssinian, Ken knew he shouldn't leave the red head's side. His breathing started to weaken.. and then quicken as he leaned it to nuzzle his cheek against his lover's face, whispering softly.. and soothingly into Aya's ear. "H-hai.. aishiteru.. Ran.." With that.. both arms were brought around Aya's shoulders to hold him once again.. Ken just wanted his touch.. and then he would calm down. Yohji seemed so normal at first.. but  now he.. was.. just, not the same anymore. They had to fight for their lives.. and for their feelings, didn't they? It was like they were trapped.. within the gates of torture.. and Yohji had the key. There was no way out.

Aya began to cry. "Aishiteru Ken.." he hugged him tightly. He wiped at his tears, when he felt Ken's breath weaken slightly. “Never leave me, okay?” He said softly, tugging at the soft pants that Ken was wearing. Aya liked those pants that Ken wore so often. They were soft, and he liked laying his head in Ken's lap because the material was so nice. He nuzzled Ken's cheek, still clinging to him. Yohji was their key. And Aya was determined to get it back. Somehow. "Ken what's gotten you so upset?"

Ken tried not to cry. To stay strong for his lover. Blinking a bit as his pants were tugged at, a blush grew upon that slightly tan face of his as he brought his grasp tighter around his beloved. He was calm.. until the last phrase was said.. silence grew in the room of the two lovers. Then he spoke, in a silent voice. "A nightmare.. don't worry yourself over it." And it was true.. it was just a nightmare, wasn't it?.. But.. Aya's earring.. and Omi's position.. it was.. so real, it seemed so real. It if  was.. then why were Aya and Omi.. still moving? Was Yohji playing tricks with them?

Aya smiled at seeing Ken blush but his face fell solemn the moment Ken told him not to worry about it. It actually angered him slightly. He didn't like to be told ‘not to worry about it’. Doctors who took care of Aya-chan told him, ‘Don't worry about it. She'll be fine.’ But they were wrong. So fucking wrong. Ken saw something. Something in Omi's room. Something that had to do with his earring being taken. He  wanted to know what was wrong with the dream. But Ken wouldn't tell him. he sighed deeply. He blinked and gently cradled Ken. And sang sweetly. The sound of his voice was soft, letting Ken hang on every word. “Inside the cradle of the moon, you were swaying.."   He brushed his fingers through Ken's soft hair and sang to him. His voice was deep, yet very soothing, something highly unlike Aya. "You fell to earth inside a tiny star.. How many times I kiss you, so nothing will be broken.  Gently..  Holding your tiny little hand..  Sweet dreams, sweet dreams..”

As he was taken in by Aya's embrace.. a single hand came up to press against the older man's chest, while being cradled. He didn't want to go back to sleep. What if Yohji was there in his dream again? It would ruin his whole day. Which reminded him.. what were they gonna do today? Possibly rest. He was tired.. the nightmare took alot out of him. Those tinted green orbs moved to a shut as Aya sang to him. It was soothing.. and Ken loved the sound of his lover's voice. If he could, he would go to sleep by the  sound every night.

 

Aya  pulled at the wooden shade. It was raining outside. He looked around on the floor, and picked up his jeans. Hitching them up to his hips, he tripped on the futon in the dark room, and stumbled out the door. Seeing through the shadows in the hallway, he reached the stairs and looked back, to make sure noone was watching. . Buttoning his pants he walked downstairs, and into the flowershop. He pulled open the door, and upon hearing the little bell ring, he slipped outside into the rain. He didn’t bother to kick his shoes on. He walked up to the little table outside the shop, and dumping the water out of the seat of one of the chairs, he sat down, soaking his pants. But that was okay. But that was okay. He leaned back, letting the water hit his bare skin, and turning his crimson hair into a silky sheen. He suddenly slumped onto the table, dropping his head into his arms as the water beat down on his back. His shoulders shook slightly, as if he were cold.. or crying. But who knew if it was tears, or the cold rain from the outdoors.

As Ken was lulled to sleep.. the sound of the thudding outside was beginning to wake him up yet again. Was it raining, or was it his imagination? Slowly sitting up on the bed.. the thin sheet underneath him wrinkled.. as he brought a hand up to rub against his closed eyes. “Aya?” He looked around. “Aya, where are you?” he cried panicked. Aya wasn’t in bed. Sliding out of the bed, he quietly felt around the room for the light switch.. gah.. forget about the lights, he knelt down and patted the floor.. finding the pants that were slung to the side, he stood up and began to tug them up. H e buttoned them and coughed lightly into the fist of his hand while making his way out of the room and down the stairs. Where did Aya run off to? This made him shudder as he grasped ahold of the door when entering the Flower Shop. Bringing his gaze around.. Aya was no where to be seen.. ah.. there he was, outside, in the rain? He had to see what was up.. In a rather quick motion, he was outside in a matter of seconds.. both hands settled over the red head's shoulders. "Ran?"

Aya jumped, looking up into the eyes of his lover, and sighing painfully. "Gomen. I thought you were asleep." He turned back around and lowered his face into his hands. He was pitiful. His fingers tugged at his red hair, pushing it from his eyes and he sighed deeply. His ear bled slightly, from where his earring had been roughly taken from his ear. "Go inside. You'll catch cold." he mumbled.

“..Demo.. Aya...” Both hands were brought around the older man's shoulders as Ken managed to hug him from behind, the side of his head nudged lightly in the back of Aya's neck. He didn't like knowing that his lover was in pain.. It churned his stomach and sent him crazy. A soft kiss was brought to the bleeding ear where the earring was ripped from the skin. That made Ken grimace.. the taste of Aya's blood was salty.. but he continued to kiss the wound away.. whispering in a deep, yet soft voice. "..You go inside.. you're gonna catch a cold.." 

 Aya reached his hands up, entwining his with the fingers and arms that had hugged his neck tightly. He hated letting Ken know he was upset. He whined softly. The kiss felt so nice, and yet hurt so much. He didn't want to go inside. He liked the feel of the rain, cold on his back. Just like his tears. "Just.. just go!" He cried. He wanted his earring back. His sister back. His life back. He wanted to be happy. With just Hidaka and Aya-chan. Was that really so much to ask for? But in this world.. it was.

Ken was shocked at Aya's cry.. blinking a bit, he pulled his arms away from the red head and stood there for a second. Before he nodded.. in agreement to what he was about to do. Bringing an arm around the Abyssinian's back.. and one underneath the hook of his knees, without a word.. the Siberian carried Aya back inside the shop.. many thoughts ran through his mind, the thoughts of what might happen with this plan.. the thoughts.. of what might happen to Aya. A grimace was apparent on Ken's face. He tried to shake the gutsy feeling off and carefully tiptoed into their room.. managing to get to the bed without tripping over things or running into anything. As he made it to the bed.. he lowered the red head gently onto the comfortable sheets. "Sleep.." Ken cooed deeply to the older man. Leaning down to plant a kiss against his forehead. Aya needed rest, Ken knew for a fact. Turning a little.. he glanced back to his lover.. giving a smile and then heading out of the room.

Aya flailed when Ken picked him up. He tried to hit Ken, but knew he'd never want to hurt him so immediately stopped at sat still. For someone younger, Ken carried him with ease. He sighed. He was getting Ken all wet. He blinked at Ken's face, when he looked up. He gently ran his wet thumb over his cheek. Aya was startled as he was laid down on the bed. He watched Ken leave the room. No. This was the same, just like last time.. I'll be back in an hour.. Just like last time..  Aya sat up quickly, knowing what happened next. "No Ken! Please come back!" He whimpered. Looking around the room he looked for something to pull on.  Anything to stop the fight he knew would occur. He was scared. What if Ken didn’t come back this time?

Quiet thuds were heard as Ken neared Yohji's room.. lifting a hand to open the door, then stepping in. A frown creased those pale tiers as he flicked on the light and growled under his breath. "Yohji. You have something I want. Now get your ass out of bed and give it to me!”

Yohji grunted and mumbled a response as he got up. His hair had been cut in the back, his eartails thinned. He was still slightly scared of Ken. And quite afraid of his lighter. His hair resembled Aya's slightly. Except not red. His hands had been set, and yet they were still wrapped but functionable. He leaned against the wall and sighed deeply. "What the hell you want at 5:00am?" he growled.

"Aya's earring.. You have it. Hand it over." His voice was deep and serious. He was getting pissed.. although he was a bit scared of Yohji, he was tired of these games. He was pissed. He would damage the brown haired man so bad he wouldn't be able to lift a finger, more or less blink or look at anyone. His left hand grew into a tight fist, ready for anything. "Give it back.. Yohji.. it doesn't belong to you. Why the hell won't you let us live in peace?! Huh? You asshole!" What harsh words coming from Ken.. but who would blame him? He grimaced a bit and took a step forward. Ready.. for the next beating.

Yohji's eyes widened. "His earring?" Yes Yohji. His earring. The golden elongated bar which hung from Aya’s ear. Every day. Now sitting on Yohji’s windowsill. Yohji clenched his fists. "I'm the asshole?" he shouted.

Ken's breath was cut off short as his gaze was brought to the side.. there the earring sat. Bright as ever. In the same exact spot.. as Yohji was.. in the dream. This wasn't happening.. this couldn't be happening.. He brought a hand into a tightened fist and started to yell at the brown haired man. "You're the asshole! We don't deserve this, now let me have the earring and I'll leave you alone!" Just watch, Yohji.. maybe your plans will backfire and you'll die in a pool of your own blood in the middle of the night while you're sound asleep. Ken wished.. he wished. Yohji was a smart one though.. but Ken could do better. "You remember your hair, Yohji? And your hand? Well don't fuck with me this time.. or I'll break your feet as well and burn the other half of your hair off.".. This was getting deep. Ken wanted a piece of the man.. in shredded pieces.

Yohji shuddered. "It's on the windowsill!" he scowled. "You fucking deserve everything that you have coming to you, asshole!" he shouted. Yohji's plans usually didn't backfired. Yohji was quite smart. That's what Aya hated about him. He was almost never wrong. He frowned. "You won't touch me. I was careless last time. I won't be this time." Those emerald eyes sparkled something deadly. Kudou wouldn't be the one in shreds this time.

Aya pulled on a random article of clothing. Skidding in the doorway he ran out into the hall. Cool wind hit his torso as he ran down the hall, skidding to a stop at Yohji's door. He stood, hidden behind the door, just watching the two men. He didn't want to get involved. Not yet.

He grunted at the older man's words. Bringing his gaze up towards the man.. disgusted with the way he spoke.. the way he looked, hell even disgusted with his presence. The look scared him though.. frightened the crap right out of him. Ken hid his fear though and kept that serious look. Then making his way over to the windowsill, he took ahold of the golden bar.. clenching it gently within his grasp as he turned around and brought his clenched fist up a little so Yohji could see it. ".. I'll crush you if you ever,  ever come near Aya again." With that, he headed back towards the door.. he got what he wanted, and he assumed it was time to leave. Was there a possibility with his plans backfiring though? Of course, knowing one thing that pissed the Balinese off.. was someone turning their back to him. Which he did.. just now.

And that's when the Balinese struck. with a quick motion he hit Ken. Hard. Square in the center of his back. "Bastard." he hissed. "How dare you threaten me?” He pushed at his chocolate locks, and stared at Ken angrily.

Aya jumped up. He was frightened, to see Yohji hit Ken, but at the same time enraged. "Yohji-kun! Back away!" He grabbed a random paper weight off the table and flung it at the Balinese, who quickly dodged it. "Get back!" He scowled. Yohji frowned, and hit Aya. Aya was thrown against the wall. He clutched his reddened stomach in pain as he rested against the wall, wincing.

The hit knocked the wind out of Ken as he fell to a single knee. Grimacing in pain.. a single hand came back to rub his back lightly before moving to a stand. It shocked him as Aya came out and then was hit.. thrown against the wall. "Iie...IIE!!" His anger got the best of him as he flung himself into the side of Balinese.. grabbing ahold of his one arm to pin him to the ground, then bringing both legs over to straddle the man by the hips.. bringing a single clenched fist into the older man's face, for hurting Aya.

Yohji was suddenly jolted from sleep when he was punched hard in the face by Ken. He screamed in pain, hitting the lamp beside his bed. Light filtered into the shadowed room. Yohji glared at Ken. “You asshole, what was that for?” He sat up in bed. “Dammit, that will leave a bruise!” Chocolate thinned eartails fell into his eyes, and breathing heavily he stared at Ken. “You found Aya’s earring, I see. Figures. Now scram.”

Ken couldn't believe it.. he tumbled off of the bed and landed with a thud on his back, grimacing a bit. He stood up slowly and brought a hand to rub across those pale tiers. Staring down towards the angered Yohji. Everything was a dream? No. A nightmare. How could that possibly happen? Ken was confused. There were no more words spoken as he pondered what the hell just happened, then holding onto Aya's earring.. he turned and made his way out of the room. Placing a single hand on the wall while heading towards Aya's room.. still pondering what happened.. but.. he was scared. How.. Why..? Those green orbs were widened in shock and fear. He couldn't tell Aya about this.. it would just worry the Abyssinian. Stepping inside the darkened bedroom, Ken quietly tiptoed over to the side of the bed and crawled in. Wait.. His gaze flashed over to the red head laying there.. was it truly a dream, or was it.. real? Was he doing this to himself..? Were these illusions? The hand that held Aya's earring reached out to place it back where it belonged.. on Aya's ear. Gentle. As if Fujimiya was fragile. Which he was.. to Ken he was.. then running that hand down the chest of his lover.. something struck him. He muttered to himself.. but out loud.. "Im--Impossible..!" The place where Yohji hit Aya in his dream.. was red.. His breathing was caught.. trying to get ahold of things. What.. the hell was going on?!

Aya whimpered softly the minute he was touched. As if he was in horrid pain. And suddenly everything went silent. The shine of blood glimmered across the sheets in the moonlight, Aya's body still. His earring moved, sliding down by his chin, the elongated bar dabbed lightly with blood.

It was wet.. Ken's hand ran through something wet. Staring downwards.. the light through the window reflected off of red.. blood. His left hand gripped ahold of the blood sheet as he let out a scream of horror.

 

Just the beginning of the scream signified trouble and Aya sat up in bed, immeadiately turning to his lover, and clutching Ken by his shoulders and shaking him back into consciousness. Only an hour ago had he lulled the brunette to sleep. But now.. "Ken, Ken, wake up, please!" He hugged the younger man tightly, his own eyes frantic and terrified. This was the second nightmare. Something was terribly wrong.

The shaking brought Ken conscious as he shook with horror. His whole body was shivering. The Siberian's cheeks were flooded with tears as both arms came around the older man's body. He started to cry.. clinging to his beloved like never before.

Aya hugged the boy as tightly as he could. Desperate thin lips kissed away salty tears as he begged his lover to talk to him. "Ken please! What’s wrong, talk to me, please.." Pulling the sheet around the shivering Siberian, realizing the horror his lover must have gone through in his dream. "Shh, it was a dream.. it's not real..."

 

Ken made his way over to the side of the young boy's bed and brought a hand down to brush back those strands that laid upon Omi's head. He was fine.. Letting out a relieved sigh.. something shimmered on Omi's window sill. Catching his breath. Aya’s earring. "...Iie.." It was happening again.. not again.. the Siberian had been through enough. What now?

Aya walked down the hall, and stepped into Omi's room. "Hidaka.." he whispered softly. "Hidaka come here.. let Omi sleep.." he said quietly, keeping his voice low. He blinked, and saw Ken holding his earring. "Ken..?" he looked at him questioningly, yet happy his koi had found his earring.

The voice of his beloved snapped him out of his trance. Gazing over towards the red head, a silent nod was seen as Ken quietly turned around to head out of the bedroom. When he reached his lover, his head bowed forward. "Gomen .. ne.. A-yan.." What Ken was mostly sorry for was not being able to protect him in his dreams. The other reason was for waking the older man up. Bringing both hands up, he attached the earring to Aya's ear. Gently.. just like in the dream. But.. this time it was different, for some reason.

Aya gently reached up and stroked Ken's cheek. "Come clean, Kenken.. tell me what's going on.." His violet eyes were filled with anguish as he pulled Ken into his arms, and hugged him tightly. Aya dropped soft kisses onto his forehead, brushing his hair from his eyes. "Let’s go lay down..” Gently bending down he picked the younger man up and cradled him against his chest as he walked back into his room.  Laying the Siberian down on the bed, he draped the sheets over him, and sat besides Ken, looking highly concerned. "Now, Ken.." he said softly. "Please?"

The touch.. everything Aya did to Ken made him shudder a bit, mostly from pleasure. He couldn't explain.. could he? Laying back on the bed, a single arm came up to drape over his forehead. Thinking about how he was going to phrase it right. "..I had a nightmare.. O-..Omi died.. and so did you.. Everytime I went to sleep.. and woke up.. I wasn't sure if.. it was real or not.. and Yohji.. he hurt you, so I hit him..  but.. when I came back.. you were dead again.. I'm glad you woke me up, it was... horrible." Choking a bit on his  words, Ken started to cry.

Aya's hand covered his mouth as he stared at Ken in shock. "Oh.. god.." he uttered quietly. He grabbed Ken,  hugging him tightly in his arms. Thin lips slanted down to kiss the younger boy. "Don't worry, I won't die.. I'll never leave you.." Tears welted in his eyes as he hugged his beloved Kenken. Only a month. Only a month, and so much had happened. Funny how it seemed like an eternity. But Aya liked that.

Ken was still shivering from aftershock of the nightmare, and the fear of how.. mostly everything he did in the nightmare.. when he woke back up, supposedly.. everything was.. the same.. like a reoccurring reality. Both arms arched up around his beloved.. hugging him as tight as he could. The kiss was returned graciously.. Believing.. that Aya wouldn't leave him. “Aya.." Ken's words were but a whisper.. just letting the tears flow freely. Aya.. was everything to him.. he would never let the Abyssinian go.

Aya deepened the kiss slightly, draping his arms around Ken. "Kenken.. my beloved orchid.. don't cry.. every thing will be okay.." The flower reference, he knew, would make Ken smile. One of the prettiest flowers in the shop, the arrangement was one of Aya's specialties. He was terrified of the dream Ken had. Such a nightmare should never have been given to someone as wonderful as Hidaka. He didn't deserve it. Hell. Noone deserved to see their loved ones die. Dream or not. And for that, Aya felt a little bad that Yohji had to see Asuka die. A little.

Ken tried not to cry.. he held back the tears as his body sunk into his beloved's embrace, smiling softly at the mention of being Aya’s ‘orchid’. Soft sniffles were heard coming from the young Siberian. He had a long night.. and he wanted to rest, but.. he was too afraid to go back to that hellish nightmare. When would he be able to have a good dream, and not a nightmare? Ken's grasp on Aya's body grew tighter.. flashbacks of the nightmare were occuring as his body shuddered. Was that wives tale true, about how dreams came true..? What a scary reality. He didn't want it to.. "Aya...”

 Aya jumped as a scream echoed through the apartment, and suddenly their door was flung open to reveal a very angry Balinese with a very dark bruise on his cheekbone.

"Hidaka, you bastard!" he screamed. "Look at this! Look! I won't have any dates for a month!" Like the dates really mattered. Just little willing bishounen. Like Omi. "Don't think I'll let you get to me again! I was careless last time. I won't be this time."  And with a slam, the door was closed and the Balinese went storming down the hall for a morning dose of nicotine and coffee.

Aya watched startled. In my dream,Omi died, and so did you, and Yohji hurt you.. so I hit him...and then I woke up.. Aya looked at Ken, violet eyes filled with question.

A shocked look was apparent on the young Siberian's face. It resulted to fear after a few moments of staring at the enraged Balinese. "..Na.. nani..?" Yohji had a bruise on his cheekbone. That.. couldn't have happened, could it? He never hit Yohji.. in reality. In his dream he did! How the hell did that happen? I  was careless last time. I won't be this time. Those words.. those words from his dream.. His body sunk down in Aya's embrace. Shivering even more. He wanted to escape reality with Fujimiya, and just get the hell away from Yohji. It would never happen though. Ken shivered even more. Was this hell ever to end?

 

[To Be Continued]