| ::CRASH:: Aya�s head snapped around, his eartails whipping him in the face. Youji looked up from flirting with the latest new customer and Omi blinked at his computer screen, oblivious to the rest of the store. �Ken!?!?� What the hell was that!?� Aya demanded, looking past a group of fallen palm trees. Ken didn�t move, staying hidden behind the nearby shelves. �Ken!� The redhead repeated himself. �I�m going to count to three. One�.Two�� Ken�s head peeked out from behind the shelf. �Y-Yes Aya-kun?� He gulped, preparing himself for the blow. Aya pointed a slender finger at the heap of dirt, pottery and dead plant life. �Is that yours?� His violet eyes narrowed. �N-no?� His voice squeaked. The apples of his cheeks were now a violent red that matched the shade of Aya�s hair. �Is�.is what mine?� Aya glared, his eyes boring into Ken. �The mess�.the mess that your soccer ball happens to be on top of.� He said icily, making Ken�s knees quiver with fear. �Oh�.oh is it?� Ken chuckled weakly, looking down at the ball that was now a light brown due to the soil covering it. �Heh�Heh�I wonder how that got there�� He paused. �Funny wind blowing through the store, isn�t it?� Youji snorted, that was the same excuse he had tried to use last week when he had knocked over the spring display. Ken cringed as he watched Aya�s eyes narrow to dangerous slits. �Ken.� His voice cut through the silent air like a thousand swords. �Yes, Aya-kun�.ol buddy ol pal?� He tried to smile, but it was more of a grimace of embarrassed pain. Aya pointed again, this time at a door at the back of the store. �To the locker!� Aya�s teeth were clenched, making the phrase sound even more dangerous than it already would. Ken�s shoulders sank and he put on a whiny face and tone, �Oh come on! This is so not locker worthy!! Come on I�ll clean it up!� He pleaded, knowing even as he started that it would do no good. �Now! Don�t make me say it again.� He held up his counting hand, and one finger flew up. The tension in the air thrummed like electricity. Ken breathed heavily through his nose, pursing his lips. Aya cocked his head as his middle finger jumped to join his index finger. Ken folded his arms and looked up defiantly at Aya. Youji and the girl he was �helping� had stopped and were now staring in awe at the power struggle unfolding before them. Aya raised his eyebrows in a final warning to Ken, but the chocolate haired boy didn�t move a centimeter. Aya�s last finger flew up and in the same motion he reached for his katana. It was a pointless move because his katana was not part of his work uniform, so instead his hand flexed above his shoulder like he was crushing a grapefruit exactly the size of Ken�s head. He began to breath heavily through clenched teeth. Ken let out a terrified squeal as Aya started for him, using the moment�s advantage he bolted and hid behind Youji his scream of, �SAAAAVE MEEEEEE!!!� creating a doppler effect about the store. Youji threw up his hands, trying to get away from the smaller man that was now gripping his waist and cowering in fear. �Youji. Move.� It was a command. Aya was stalking over with the grace and anger of an irate lion. �I�m trying!� Youji complained. He moved to the right, attempting to step out of Aya�s way, but Ken stayed attatched to his lower waist. Aya darted around Youji, but Ken was just as fast and slid to the other side. Ken let out a high pitched scream as Aya grabbed onto the back of his apron strings, jerking him back for a moment, but giving him just enough time to squirm away. �Get off of me!! Go find a woman!� Youji shouted, and then laughed. �Forgot who I was talking to, go find some kids!!� Ken paused and glared up at Youji who grinned. Aya growled and finally tried to use the table as a springboard to jump over Youji and capture Ken. It didn�t work exactly as planned and he landed on top of the blonde man who in turn fell on top of Ken, squishing him at the bottom of the pile of limbs. At this point, Omi looked up from his computer momentarily, and then rolled his eyes and continued to type. Aya was regaining his bearings, and looked down, grabbing the first handful of hair he saw. �HOLY FUCK!!!� Youji screamed, hands flying to the top of his head as his face contorted in pain. Aya�s eyes widened in surprise for a minute, and then he dropped Youji�s head and grabbed the top of Ken�s, pulling the smaller boy to his feet by his scalp. �Locker, now.� He hissed, pulling Ken toward the back room. |