One In A Million

CeTe: Knowing me, it will never be easy. As long as I have ideas with which to torture Eyes, Kanone, or any of the rest of them. Most Eyes, though, which I'm sure you already know. I love EyesKanone, too, but I have, what, two fics for them right now? Wow, that's actually not a lot. Well, I guess we can count The Power of Music, though it'll take a while to get there... Heh, well, I figured since this is aff, I should put some kind of lemon in there. Danke schun!

A/N: Despite all the lovely torturing I could do with these two, I really don't feel like it at the moment. Therefore, I'm going to fastfoward a little bit. Let's say...another month? I think the only thing that's changed is Madoka is back from her vacation. Oh, and Eyes is on tour. That's all!
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'A whole month.' he thought, his fingers sliding over the black and white keys. His audience of several thousand fans were silent as could be while they listened to the melody pouring from the piano. It had been a month since Kanone had sent him the letter. How long had he meant when he said soon? Though, a month seemed more like a year to Eyes. He hadn't heard anything from Ayumu either, and was amazed that his thoughts were beginning to travel to the chocolate-haired boy as well, though not near as often as Kanone.

As the song finished, a boy near the entrance smiled a little. It had been too long since he'd heard Eyes perform live, and missed it more than he realized. He saw the pianist stand from his instrument, and realized that the concert was over. As the masses of fans stood, he quickly made his way to the famous boy's trailer, wanting to beat the horde that would be begging for an autograph or something as equally useless. He smiled once more, glad that he wasn't among them, and that Eyes wanted to see him. Well, he hoped he did, anyway.

Upon reaching the exit that led to Eyes' trailer, a voice stopped him, "Hey, you can't go that way!" The boy turned to see a security officer running towards him, "Did you hear me?" he called, approaching the tresspasser.

"Yeah." the boy replied, "I need to Eyes, though." he explained, wishing that the guy would just go away.

"I'm sorry, sir, but unless you're a personal friend..." the guard began.

"I am his friend." the other informed him.

The guard looked him up and down, and decided he really didn't look like the kind of person to be a fan of Eyes' music (how little he knows), "Alright, go on." he said, turning his attention to the oncoming mass of fans, all hoping to get a glimpse of their obssession.

The boy turned as well, and soon was inside Eyes' empty trailer. He sighed, and waited for the pianist to arrive, knowing that it wouldn't be too long; it wasn't like he would get slowed down with signing autographs or taking pictures. As he assumed, the door soon opened to reveal the silver-haired Blade Child. He glared at the intruder, "What are you doing here, Kousuke?" (heh, did I fool you?) he asked, not wanting to deal with the redhead right now.

"Well, if you're going to be like that, then I won't give you the message I was told to, and I'm sure you want it." the hotheaded Blade Child replied.

"I don't need any messages that you might have to give me." Eyes assured him.

Kousuke shrugged, "Alright, I'll just tell Kanone that you didn't want to talk to him, then." he said, standing up.

That got Eyes' attention, "Kanone contacted you?" he asked, "Why?"

Kousuke smirked, "Well, he didn't exactly contact me, but it seems that you were out of town, so I was sent with a message."

"Why didn't he just come?" Eyes wondered out loud, "Why send you?"

"Hell if I know, he's just weird like that, alright? So, do you want the message or not?"

"What do you think?" Eyes said, in a tell-me-now-or-die tone of voice.

Kousuke snickered, "I think you need to relax a little." he suggested, then got serious at Eyes' face that was matching his tone of voice, "Alright, Kanone said that...ummm..." Kousuke looked up to the ceiling, hoping that it would have Kanone's message because he certainly didn't.

If it was possible, Eyes got even more annoyed with Kousuke, "Kousuke..." he said in a warning voice. The redhead wouldn't live past tonight if he had honestly forgotten the message.

Kousuke just shook his head, "Man, it's right on the tip of my tongue..." he said, smirking to himself. It had been all Kanone's idea to mess with Eyes like this, but he had a feeling he was taking it too far, and would wake up in the hospital if he drug it out any longer. That is, if he was lucky enought to wake up, "I'm just messing with you, Rutherford." Kousuke said, grinning, "Kanone didn't give me a message at all." That was the last straw for Eyes, and he stalked towards Kousuke. He would pay dearly for this stunt, Eyes would make sure of that. Seeing that he was about to be murdered, Kousuke quickly ran out into the hallway, and past another boy, who was trying hard to not laugh at the conversation.

When Eyes saw him, he froze, "Kanone." he whispered.

The older one smiled at his friend, "Hello, Eyes." he said.

"You put Kousuke up to that?" he asked, still glaring at the redhead from the corner of his eye.

Kanone laughed, "Yes, I did. I just thought it would do you a bit of good to lgihten up a bit."

"Well, it was a stupid idea." Kousuke muttered, "Rutherford nearly tore my head off."

Kanone turned to him, "It wasn't the plan that went wrong, it was you." Kanone informed him, not pleased with being insulted, "Now, unless you want to see what's about to happen, I'd suggest you take your leave."

"What's about to happen?" the completely oblivious Blade Child asked. Eyes was a bit curious as well, figuring he was going to be a part of whatever was happening. Kanone's meaning became clear enough when he approached Eyes, and leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. Kanone smirked as he heard Kousuke's disgusted groans, "Save it for the bedroom." he complained, heading out the way he came. Kanone would pay for that, and Kousuke knew just how. He quickly went to the guard who had stopped him before, and grinned at him, "Hey, I think someone's molesting your celebrity back there. You might want to help him out."

The alarmed man's eyes widened, "Oh, no, they'll fire me if Mr. Rutherford complains!"

Kousuke nodded, "He will too, unless you punish that guy severely, that is. Eyes might be persuaded to forget about it if you hurry and save him." Not thinking about the logic of it, the security guard nodded and rushed off. Kousuke couldn't help himself from laughing as he heard the shouting of Kanone and the security guard. With the annoying man sure to be fired, and Kanone and Eyes' lovely moment ruined, Kousuke figured his work there was done.

"Ayumu, cook me some dinner!" Madoka whined/commanded.

Ayumu was currently laying down trying to get some rest after the exhausting day of sleeping he'd just had. With summer vacation in full swing, he had nothing to do, and usually just spent the time sleeping, cooking, or hanging out with Hiyono and the other Blade Children. Well, not the one he wanted to hang out with, but Kousuke, Rio, and Ryoko. In his spare time, he usually played the piano, alone, or followed Eyes' career via tv or what the others talked about. He knew that he was on tour right now, in Germany, and that he was coming back to Japan soon. It had been a month since he left on the tour, and Ayumu had only found out because Rio had complained about him not being there to give her melons.

Now, he got up, trying to find some way to pass the time. Ever since Kanzaka had died, the Hunters had layed low, and there hadn't been anything for him to do. He realized only now how much he missed being around the Blade Children, and how big a part of his life they had become. Walking out to the kitchen, he opened the fridge, "What do you want?" he asked in reply to Madoka's request. Hearing no response, he glanced up to see that she had fallen asleep on the couch. Shaking his head, he went over to cover her up with an blanket.

With that done, he went back to the fridge to make himself something to eat. Unlike the women he surrounded hismelf with, Ayumu was content with just a sandwich, and sat down at the kitchen table. Eating his sandwich, his mind began to wonder again. He wondered if Eyes would ever contact him again for anything, then shook that thought off. Unless the Hunters reappeared, why would Eyes want to talk to him? So, was this it? Was this how he was going to dpend the rest of his life, living day to day, trying to keep his mind off of someone he could never have? It would be a miserbale existence to say the least, and Ayumu wanted more than that. Still, as long as he had hope that Eyes would call him one day out of the blue, or show up at his door; as long as he had that hope, he didn't think he could move on.
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Ooh, he's got it bad. Poor Ayumu...Don't worry though, that was about the extent of EyesKanone in this fic. There might be a little bit more (it is me after all), but I'll get to EyesAyumu soon. I know exactly how I'm going to set it up, and I'll start with that next chapter. Oh, and I would really love it if you all would review. It doesn't take much, just hit that little button down there...bitte? Gomensai, I'll try to update sooner, and make the chapters longer... Heh, excuse the little bits of german I might stick in here, I'm slowly using it more and more in my everday life, but I'll try to keep it at a minimum.