Ha ha, now with the
second to the last of the songfic series, I present Siberian himself…Ken
Hidaka! *Wave wave*
Ehem.
Disclaimers
disclaimers….
Ehem.
*silence*
Sorry, but I’m not much
of a Ken fan so please forgive if he’s OOC. He, he. *sheepish*
Thus!
Damned
Song By : Young (? Not
quite sure actually)
Songfic by : Ms. J.
Helios
<In the opening,
Ken’s shaking his head at Aya’s empty room (Note: “I Don’t Know You Anymore”
ending) he walks out of the room to the Flower shop>
Don't smoke
Don't fight
Don't light no
cigarettes
<He encounters Yohji
who, as he arranges a few orders, is smoking. With a practiced movement he
swipes the cigarette from Yohji as he passes by and extinguishes it in one
swift movement.>
Or else you'll wind up
in the can
<Yohji stares back
at his retreating back with an eyebrow quirked up>
No jokes
No rights
Sit tight
<He takes the order
clipboard from Yohji and sighs as he brushes away a few ash bits from the
board.>
Don't fool around
<He glares at Yohji
who shrugs>
You are a guest of
Uncle Sam
<He shakes his head
and goes to open the grate for the flower shop.>
Stand up
Look right
Don't slouch
<Later on, in soccer
practice with the kids, he demonstrates how to stop a ball from going to the
goal. The kids look on with wide eyes>
And stand at ease
<He dismisses them
shortly afterwards and walks home>
Allow no sex above the
knees
<A few girls wave at
him but he barely notices them.>
When I snap you jump
into the master plan
<He finds Momoe
alone in the shop and quickly goes down to the basement. Down there, his
teammates are just starting to watch a tape.>
I'll be damned
<He settles in his
usual place, ignoring Aya’s glare>
Well I'll be damned
<He twines his
finger together as he leans closer to the T.V.>
I'll be damned if
I drink or smoke
<It is night and a
sleezy looking person is behind a desk, counting piles of money>
Damned if I steal your
joke
<He looks awfully
smug and then he looks up as the Weiss Kreuz appear out of the shadows of his
office.>
I'll be damned if I go
for broke
<He calls for his
guards but Ken unceremoniously dumps the two bodies of the guards on the floor
in front of the sleezball.>
Damned if I do
<Their victim starts
to babble>
Damned if I don't
<And Ken silences
him with one swift stroke.>
Don't talk
Don't fool
Don't try to mess
around
<They reach home and
he dumps his BugNuks on the pile of clothing on the floor.>
I'll make a monkey
outta you
<The blood seeps
into the pile of clothes, shirts mostly, but Ken doesn’t pay attention>
You sign your name
right on that dotted line boy
<Instead he’s
sitting on his bed with his head in his hands>
I'll be damned
<The blood stains
one of his white shirts.>
I'll be damned if I
drink or smoke
<Later on that
night, he sneaks out, (Actually it’s around sometime 2:00 am)>
Damned if I steal your
joke
<He pulls his jacket
tighter around him as he rides on his motorcycle>
I'll be damned if I go
for broke
<He stops abruptly
at a small clearing by the road (Where he met that Racer chick)>
Damned if I do
<He steps down and
sits on the grass>
And damned if I don't
<He brings out a
small packet of cigarettes.>
I'll be damned if I
drink or smoke
<A small halo of
smoke circles him and he breathes deeply of the nicotine>
Damned if I steal your
joke
<Back at him
room, the white shirt lies on the
floor, the red stain of blood never
ceasing to spread.>
I'll be damned if I go
for broke
<Above it, on the
window sill, is a small pot of gentians.>
I'm damned if I do
<The wind blows through
the windows and one flower is drifted in by the wind>
I'm damned if I don't
<It falls on the
bloodstained shirt>
I'll be damned
<And it’s deep blue-violet color starts to seep in the blood>
**OWARI**
Eh, how dark. *Reads*
racer chick? Man, I’m starting to talk
like Yoh-chan.
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