30 kisses (Again.)
...Written in about 20 minutes, unbetaed, trying to make my extended deadline. ^^; Apologies in advance for the unavoidable badness. Ken/Omi, for those of you who hadn't friended me yet when I started this nonsense. ^^
Birthdays had never been cause for a lot of fuss among the four of them. Aya never gave gifts, though Omi would insist on finding some small item to slip into the redhead’s room whenever his birthday rolled around. Yohji would sometimes remember to produce something trivial with a careless “Happy birthday. Here you go.” Omi, of course, got presents for each of them on their birthdays, and that may be why Ken felt as though he had to return the favor now that it was finally Omi’s.
He’d bought a package of Hershey’s kisses, knowing that the younger boy had a weakness for chocolate. It seemed a reasonable enough gift at the time; nothing too expensive, just enough to let Omi know that Ken had remembered his birthday. Perfect.
At least, that was what he’d thought until he saw the younger boy refuse the same gift from one of the girls who had swarmed the shop that day.
Normally this wouldn’t have worried Ken. After all, each of them turned down several gifts a week-they couldn’t possibly take all of the things they were offered, and besides, they didn’t want to seem to show favor to any customers over the others. Ken would have written it off as just that, had he not heard the reason that Omi had given for rejecting the gift.
“I’m really sorry. I just don’t like them very much.”
Inwardly, Ken panicked just a bit. He was working until the end of the day-there was no time for him to go out and find something else for Omi. There was always the option of just not giving a gift at all, but Ken couldn’t really be sure that wasn’t worse than giving Omi a gift that he wouldn’t like...
In the end, as the last of the girls trickled out of the store, Ken followed Omi towards the stairs. The younger boy turned with a smile.
“...Happy birthday, Omi,” Ken said a bit awkwardly, holding out his gift. “I know you don’t-I mean, I heard you tell that girl that you don’t like them, but I wanted to give you something, and I didn’t really have time to find anything else, so...I’m sorry.”
Omi looked at him in frank bewilderment, and then broke into a smile again. “Ken-kun, you didn’t have to get me anything, you know,” he replied-Ken knew that it wasn’t true, he did have to get something, because otherwise, how would he have gotten to hear Omi sound that surprised and pleased?-“Just the fact that you did is enough of a gift.” He took the candy. Ken realized that they had reached the door to Omi’s room already, and paused, expecting his friend to go inside. Instead, Omi continued to speak. “Besides, I do like these. Thank you.”
Ken frowned slightly. “But you told that girl...” He trails off, uncertain.
“Well...” Omi’s grin had taken on a definite impish quality now. “...Maybe I just don’t want kisses from her.”
He opened the door to his room, entered, and closed the door behind himself again with a cheerful “Good night, Ken-kun,” leaving Ken to stand, baffled, in the hallway.
---end---
....I'm really not going to wait until the last possible second next time, I swear.
Birthdays had never been cause for a lot of fuss among the four of them. Aya never gave gifts, though Omi would insist on finding some small item to slip into the redhead’s room whenever his birthday rolled around. Yohji would sometimes remember to produce something trivial with a careless “Happy birthday. Here you go.” Omi, of course, got presents for each of them on their birthdays, and that may be why Ken felt as though he had to return the favor now that it was finally Omi’s.
He’d bought a package of Hershey’s kisses, knowing that the younger boy had a weakness for chocolate. It seemed a reasonable enough gift at the time; nothing too expensive, just enough to let Omi know that Ken had remembered his birthday. Perfect.
At least, that was what he’d thought until he saw the younger boy refuse the same gift from one of the girls who had swarmed the shop that day.
Normally this wouldn’t have worried Ken. After all, each of them turned down several gifts a week-they couldn’t possibly take all of the things they were offered, and besides, they didn’t want to seem to show favor to any customers over the others. Ken would have written it off as just that, had he not heard the reason that Omi had given for rejecting the gift.
“I’m really sorry. I just don’t like them very much.”
Inwardly, Ken panicked just a bit. He was working until the end of the day-there was no time for him to go out and find something else for Omi. There was always the option of just not giving a gift at all, but Ken couldn’t really be sure that wasn’t worse than giving Omi a gift that he wouldn’t like...
In the end, as the last of the girls trickled out of the store, Ken followed Omi towards the stairs. The younger boy turned with a smile.
“...Happy birthday, Omi,” Ken said a bit awkwardly, holding out his gift. “I know you don’t-I mean, I heard you tell that girl that you don’t like them, but I wanted to give you something, and I didn’t really have time to find anything else, so...I’m sorry.”
Omi looked at him in frank bewilderment, and then broke into a smile again. “Ken-kun, you didn’t have to get me anything, you know,” he replied-Ken knew that it wasn’t true, he did have to get something, because otherwise, how would he have gotten to hear Omi sound that surprised and pleased?-“Just the fact that you did is enough of a gift.” He took the candy. Ken realized that they had reached the door to Omi’s room already, and paused, expecting his friend to go inside. Instead, Omi continued to speak. “Besides, I do like these. Thank you.”
Ken frowned slightly. “But you told that girl...” He trails off, uncertain.
“Well...” Omi’s grin had taken on a definite impish quality now. “...Maybe I just don’t want kisses from her.”
He opened the door to his room, entered, and closed the door behind himself again with a cheerful “Good night, Ken-kun,” leaving Ken to stand, baffled, in the hallway.
---end---
....I'm really not going to wait until the last possible second next time, I swear.