Transaction

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Author’s Notes: Alright, good afternoon. I actually slept last night and awoke with a screaming headache. I'm better now, thanks for small favors. Well, enough with the drama for now and let's get back with our favorite spaztastic couple, shall we?

Enjoy!
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Transaction

Chapter Forty-Five
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Kenji's apartment door opened and Haido stumbled in, removing his shoes blankly and made his way back to the kitchen, sitting heavily at the table. His face was bright red and he stared at the table for a good long minute before letting his head fall to greet it.

"Oh. My. God," he finally said, maybe louder than intended. It just felt all pent up. "Did you see that guy who was all... ugh... and the one who shouldn't've been wearing that... piece of... string is what it looked like."

Yaoi Convention. Spending the whole night up searching for an anime convention, and he'd gotten a Yaoi Convention.

It had become impossible for Kenji to keep a straight face half an hour into their drive back to Tokyo. They'd been listening to Iceman on their way back, and not even half way through Fate Weather, Kenji had just started to laugh.

A yaoi convention. It was fucking priceless!

Even now, he was pushing the door shut and shoving off his shoes, an amused, lopsided grin on his face. It was too funny! He'd taken a flyer, just so he could put it up on his wall and make sure he wouldn't forget.

This had to be the funniest thing that had happened to him since the day Keiko had tried to bleach her hair, and compared to this, that was mild hilarity.

"Come on..." Kenji was trying so hard not to laugh as he entered the kitchen, giving Haido's shoulder a playful nudge. He was going to make coffee, because it really looked like Haido could use it. "It wasn't that bad. He could have been good looking if he'd lost a few pounds."

He'd been surprised at the number of women there, though. And how many of them had looked as if their eyes would pop out of their heads when he'd grabbed Haido's hand on impulse.

Haido sat straight up and looked white and straight faced at Kenji. "HIS ASS ATE HIS UNDERWEAR!"

A few pounds nothing. A few twenty pounds easy. And that was all he'd been wearing too. Basically. Shudder inducing? More like tremor inducing.

The women were annoying and ogling every man there as if waiting for an orgy of gay sex to erupt.

Some of the men too.

But Kenji seemed to enjoy it, even loosened up. He wouldn't complain at that. Or that they had held hands almost the entire time there. It was almost comforting.

Except for the ass eating the underwear. That was going to haunt him.

Kenji nearly spilled coffee grounds across the counter. He was laughing too hard to breathe, resting heavily against the counter and holding on tight to the bag of coffee so it wouldn't fall. He couldn't bring a hand up to his mouth to muffle the noise, slim frame shaking with it.

For all that it had been the weirdest convention he had ever heard of, Kenji really had enjoyed himself. Most of it made him laugh, especially Haido's reaction to it all.

And, he could admit it, really. The guy in the thong?

Disgusting.

When he managed to get his laughter under control, he was sitting on the floor, still holding onto the coffee. He had to take deep breaths, slow to keep himself from choking on them.

Haido watched Kenji slowly fall farther and farther to the ground, clutching the bag of coffee as if it would save him. At least it didn't spill anywhere. But watching him made Haido's lips tremble as he tried to keep them in a straight line. It hurt a little as they jerked wildly.

Eventually he was cracking up too, laughing hard and gasping at the table. Holding his sides, he tried to talk.

"K-kenji... how... w-where did it go?!" he gasped, laughing harder still.

The thong had been barely visible. It was so hard not to say anything then and there when he had seen it. But he was glad he could say it now.

"Dammit..." Kenji was laughing again, trying to gasp in breath and pull himself back onto his feet at the same time. Coffee... but his legs felt so weak, and he couldn't quite keep himself up.

Unsteady, he gripped the edge of the counter and hauled himself to his feet. Setting down the coffee, he glared heartlessly at Haido. It was hard to glare when he was trying not to laugh. "You're horrible."

And it was hard to be mad at him when Haido had tried so hard. Really, it was obvious when they'd gotten to the convention that it was certainly not what he'd expected. And the expression had been so cute, that Kenji really couldn't help but tease him every chance he could.

Now that Haido was joking along with him, it was even harder to remember why he'd been angry in the first place. But, he did remember, and he wondered how much it mattered when they'd had such a good day despite the obstacles.

Haido couldn't even laugh anymore. He was just gasping, bent over the table, face buried in his arms. It had been funny. Actually, the whole thing hadn't even been so bad. Just having some strange day out didn't make for a bad day.

Finally, he could breathe, and he looked over at Kenji.

"But the blond guy was cute. Why didn't he wear the thong?" he said with a fake frown.

Nothing special though. Just something nice to look at. In Haido's opinion, he'd been wearing too much. The other guy? Too little.

"Because." Kenji made a face, pulling the coffee pot toward him. It was a relief to breathe, though his legs still felt weak and he was sure they would collapse if Haido made him laugh again. "No one can look good in a thong."

They were gross. Kenji knew he would never wear one, no matter what. They made him shudder.

"True," Haido drawled, looking unconvinced. "Alright, so ass eating thong man aside, did you have fun?"

It sounded casual to himself. He wondered if it sounded too casual, or not casual at all to Kenji. Haido couldn't make himself stop worrying about it. It wasn't what Kenji had wanted to do. Not exactly anyways.

But it was important. Even if Kenji was laughing now, maybe he would be disappointed at not having a real trip to a convention. Haido actually had more fun at this one. He supposed the real thing would be scarier though.

"Cause I know it wasn't exactly what I planned."

But he would take Kenji to a regular one if he wanted to. In an instant.

"I thought it was fun." Kenji offered Haido a smile, turning away from the sink where he was filling the coffee pot with water. Reaching blindly, he turned it off and picked up the pot again, forcing his attention back to what he was doing as he poured the water into the back.

The first time he had done it without paying attention, he'd spilled the water everywhere. He'd realized since that it would be better if he paid closer attention.

"It wasn't what I was expecting, but it was still fun." Kenji thought it was better to take things as they came and have fun rather then get angry because it wasn't what you expected. Still, there were some thing's not even he could accept and shrug off.

"I'm glad," Haido said, feeling relieved. "At least now I know it was worth the nightmares I'll be having about flabby fat man-ass."

He watched Kenji work at trying to make coffee and realized that talking to him was probably a bad idea. Maybe multi-tasking wasn't his forte. It was just something that kept him smiling.

Now he just had to work on tomorrow. And the day after that. And after that for a week. Today was a convention, but what about tomorrow? He'd have to think about it.

"I'll plan better tomorrow, promise," Haido said with a smile. "No flabby fat man-ass. Scouts honor."

Laughing, Kenji closed the top of the coffee pot and turned it on. It was a relief, really, because he was such a bad multitasker. He'd dropped a hammer on his foot once because he'd been trying to concentrate on too many things.

He still had the mark.

"Okay. It'll be a relief to be away from it." Really, Kenji had only looked long enough to realize what he was looking at. Then he'd looked away, toward the posters that weren't really any better.

Ah, well. Tribulations of the Yaoi Con.

Haido left Kenji's place earlier than he'd wanted, but he did have other things to do. He had to plan tomorrow and thank Keiko profusely and call up Taki.

When he got a hold of the manager, he told Taki that he was working as hard as he could to get Kenji to come back. He'd be sure to let Taki know by the end of the week latest.

That had been the deal after all.
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Author's Notes: Kel and I were dying during this chapter. For me it was because I would actually say those things if I saw them. And I could see myself actually having that conversation with Kel, too. Man ass is a dangerous thing, folks. XD

Haido's pretty much a complete person at this point in the story. He's more expressive, more interactive. Maybe he was just one of those people that needed to have someone else bring it out in him. I like this Hadio a little more.

Eh, my headache is coming back a bit. I'll try to make it for the second update.

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~Subby