Want and Need are Two Very Different Things

Want And Need Are Two Very
Different Things

Chapter 1

"Shit!"
Yohji yelped.

He
crouched below his car to reach for a wrench he dropped. Picking it up he
cursed again under hieatheath as he went back to the open hood of his sleek,
black, sports car.

He
had been on his way home from a club last night when his engine had cut off on
him. After a string of drunken curses he was forced to call the apartment they
shared. Praying to God that ken would answer, he let out a low groan when Ice
Queen, "clubing is an idiotic past time! You should concentrate more on
our jobs." himself picked up the phone.

He woke up this
afternoon at around two sporting a splitting headache and the job of trying to
fix his car Yohji Koudo? Having money? Yea Right! He had spent of hof his
wealth on cigarettes and booze the night before, attempting to forget a
particular date gone horribly wrong. He did not deal with baboons well…………not
even going to get into it.

Shutting the hood
to his car he wiped his hands on a rag. Walking into the kitchen he slumped
into the closest chair rubbing his temples.

"God Yohji!
You look like hell!" said Ken with a teasing tone.

Opening his eyes,
Yohji spied Ken across the table leaning against the doorframe coolly, with his
hands in his pockets.

"Thank you
very much Ken! Your wise ass remarks are very much appreciated!\", he spat with as
much sarcasm he could muster. Now don\'t get him wrong, he was positively
infatuated with Ken. Every swish of those slender hips, his lips moving
gracefully when he spoke, but now with a hangover set rightfully in place, was
not the time.

"Your
welcome!" Ken said brightly, bouncing from the room.

Thanking
God for the silence, he knew he had spoken too soon when Aya, cold, death glare
set in place, came striding into the room. An audible groan could be heard from
Yohji\'s direction when Aya stopped in front of him. Lifting his face to Aya\'s
he prepared himself for the vocal lashings he was sure were to come.

~Five….Four….Three….Two….One….~

"What
the hell were you thinking!?" Aya spouted arms folded across his chest.
"Being out that late and driving home DRUNK!! Idiot!! You never cease to
amaze me with how stupid you really are. Now get your ass together. Manx is
here." And with that he turned on his heel and headed for the basement. A
few moments later Yohji joined Omi and Ken on the couch.

"God
Yohji! Did you get into a fight with your whiskey bottle or something?"
Manx said laughing. She stood by the television hands on her hips and the
tape already halfway in the VCR. Popping the tape in she stepped away as Persia
c>
came onto the screen.

Sighing
with legs crossed and hands laced behind his neck, he thought, ~Here we go
again.~