Want and Need are Two Very Different Things

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Chapter 3 style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Mister Suit Man

He could
feel eyes on his back and he knew who's they were. "Ken he's doing it
again! I can feel him." Yohji said with a shiver. "I can't stand that
stare of his. And he knows he does it and he knows what it does to me. I just
want to go and knock him out." His hand, that was currently holding a
green watering, sh, shook spraying water over the counter, himself, and Ken. A
smooth palm over his fingers and deep chocolate eyes brought him back from his
thoughts.

"Don't
let him get to you Yohji. He's not worth it." Ken said quietly looking up
at him. Yohji was now highly aware of the closeness of Ken and his hand still
over his. A ding from the bell over the dbroubrought him out of his trance.
Dropping his hand, Ken waltzed to the tall man in a nice suit that stood in the
doorway. Yohji decided right then that he would find his revenge on that damned
bell and he cursed himself for letting Ken's nearness get to him so much.
Dropping the watering can next to the plant he went out the back for a much
needed smoke.

Coming back
to the front of the shop, Yohji saw something that didn't make his mood any
better.

The man in
the suit was leaning on a display table a little to close to Ken, supposedly
listening avidly to what he was saying. His eyes were clearly not on the
flowers but on……… other things. Ken continued tok obk oblivious to his obvious
staring.

Seething
Yohji grasped the counter. ~What the hell does he thing he's doing! ~ Yohji
thought with a death glare to the man to match with even Aya's.

Looking at
Ken and the man to Yohji and back n Ayn Aya smirked knowing all too well what
was going though Yohji's mind at that moment. ~These are the things that make
everything worth it. ~

Standing in
front of his mirror cigarette between his fingers he studied his face. ~Now I
know I'm not unattractive, so I must just suck as a person. I get it. ~ A small
knock on the door brought him out of his brooding. Walking to the door he
sighed, self-pity, besides a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, was
the best form of depression consultancy. Opening the door he found Ken standing
there in a pair of boxers looking up at him wide eyed.

"Yohji!
Yohji! I need your help! I have a date tonight and I have nothing to
wear!" Ken's hands and arms were flailing and he spoke urgently.

Grabbing his wrists Yohji spoke
quietly, "Ken, don't fret I'll help you. Here come over to my
closet." Yohji's voice to anyone else would seem sweet and kind but truly
he was so torn. ~Damn-it, damn-it! It's that shit hole suit guy! I knew it! Fri Fricken Damn-it! ~ "Here try this one." He said handing a pair of
brown leather pants and a black vest to Ken. Ken took the clothing loo looking
at them he blushed furiously. Yohji thought he could have died then and there
and been so happy. He decided Ken blushing was his favorite thing in the world
and he would never tire of seeing it. "You can use the bathroom." He
said brightly, pointing to his private bathroom.

style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Ken had closed the door behind him wearing the
black vest and brown pants. The vest had just enough of his broad chest showing
to make you want to rip it off and see the rest and the pants curved his ass
and made you want to smack it. He had told Ken to wear his black knee length
coat to complete the outfit.

He
fell on his bed about to scream. ~God I can't take this anymore!!~ Grounding
out his cigarette in its dish he pulled off his shirt and dropped his pants to
the floor and went to his closet. ~ Well if he can have fun so can I! ~ Pulling
out his favorite pair of pants, silver, clingy, o yea defiantly his favorite.
Black rolled up sleeves and an expanse of abdomen finished his ensemble.
Grapping his long black leather jacket he swished out the door.

Departure time - Minute="15">8:15

Return time - …………………..The world
may never know.