Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Black Velvet ❯ Terrifying Things ( Chapter 15 )

 

 

“Oh, my fucking gawd, Braddy!” Cassie said as soon as she could speak again. “Are you absolutely positive you're gay? I'd sure as hell like to try changing your mind on that one.”

 

Crawford turned to Ben. “Please tell me I didn't just get propositioned by your baby sister, who might as well be my sister too.”

 

“I'd love to tell you that but I can't.”

 

“Can't wait until Schuldig sees him like this,” Dee said grinning at her brother.

 

Crawford blanched at that thought. He and Schuldig still needed to have a very long talk concerning their relationship. “Okay, that's it. I'm not going out in public in this fashion disaster,” he said, tugging at the lacings of the leather arm bracers he was wearing.

 

“Bradley. Taylor. Crawford. You are going or I will shoot you and blame it on the hormones,” Aurora said from her seat on the bed.

 

“Good gods, you even sounded like Mama then,” Crawford said, staring at his older sibling.

 

“It's a conspiracy to make sure I don't have too much fun with the band tonight. They think if you tag along that I'll behave myself,” Ben said, grinning.

 

“I think they must have selective amnesia. Do the three of you remember what Ben and I were like together at a club? Especially when we were with the band?” Crawford said, trying in vain to pull up the black leather pants that almost rode midhip.

 

“Yes, we remember,” Aurora said. “But we were hoping that at least one of you had managed to gain some sense over the last ten years.”

 

Crawford glared at his sister. “I am not going out dressed like this. I worked too long and hard to gain a respectable image. I will not jeopardize it by being seen in th . . .”

 

Everyone stared at Star as she stood behind Crawford, catching him before he hit the floor.

 

“Much easier this way. Ben, put him in the car before he comes to. At least you can be on your way to the club and he won't have too much time to protest,” Star said, grinning. “Damn, you know, I'm suddenly overwhelmingly jealous of Schuldig.”

 

“Join the club, honey,” Cassie said. “Did you talk Aya and Yohji into going?”

 

“No. Aya wants to stay here with his sister. Not too terribly surprising. Yohji is pouting and trying to convince him he needs to have some fun. Plus, he's kinda depressed about the car.” Star shifted Crawford and then handed him over to Ben, who left the room grinning. “His, Yohji, and your brother's cars had to be destroyed.”

 

“Because someone might be able to trace their vehicles back to them,” Aurora said, nodding.

 

“That. And because if they were sold anyone who bought them might be in danger as well via mistaken identity,” Star said. She snapped her fingers rapidly, suddenly remembering something. “I think I have an idea as to how to cheer him up though.”

 

“Dare we ask?”

 

“Suffice it to say it involves the garage.”

 

 

 

The weight felt odd in his pocket. He kept checking to make certain it was still there. At least ten times in the past hour or so. He figured if he lost it then it was a sign he wasn't supposed to ask. He hadn't lost it. He wondered what had possessed him to buy it in the first place. He knew the why but it was more the why now that puzzled him.

 

He walked into the bathroom, locked the door and pulled it out of his pocket again. Such a small thing but it carried incredible weight. It was undeniably beautiful. Of course, he wouldn't have settled for anything less than stunning. It had nearly knocked him down when Watari had pointed it out to him. Made of warm yellow gold, Imperial topaz and champagne diamonds it was truly a thing of beauty. But now every time he looked at it he couldn't quite breathe properly.

 

He put it back into his pocket and cast his mind about for something to distract him. It landed, oddly enough, on the man who had helped him pick it out. Watari had tagged along on the shopping excursion because everyone else had been otherwise occupied and Blaze had informed him in no uncertain terms that he wasn't going anywhere without one of them with him. Thinking about it Watari had seemed glad to be away from his wife and husband. He had to wonder about that. There had seemed to be an odd tension between the three of them lately that hadn't been there before Watari had temporarily left. The tension did seem to be mainly centered between Watari and Tatsumi. Tatsumi was a hard man to read but Watari wasn't, he wore his heart on a big neon sign over his head. It had been painfully obvious, had he been paying attention at the time, by the sad smile Watari had worn when they had been looking around the shop. Watari had disappeared shortly after he had dropped him off at Madame Belle's.

 

When one door closes another opens.

 

He shook his head. The Universe couldn't possibly be that cruel. He didn't know if he could stand the thought that he was at last finding some real happiness while a friend was possibly losing one of the most major reasons for his. Yes, he considered Watari a friend, so did Yohji. Which brought him to thinking of Yohji. Which brought him back to the thing in his pocket. He took several deep breaths and pushed the bathroom door open to find the object of his affection sprawled on the bed.

 

“Aya,” Yohji whined. “Why can't we go to the party?”

 

“I . . . just . . . I need to . . .” Aya suddenly clamped one hand over his mouth and turned quickly back into the bathroom. He hit his knees and promptly lost the vast majority of seafood gumbo he had eaten earlier that afternoon.

 

Yohji rolled off the bed and hurried into the bathroom. He sighed and held back Aya's hair. “Doesn't this usually happen the other way around? Me throwing up and you holding my hair.”

 

“Usually,” Aya panted, fighting hard to keep anything else that might be in his stomach down.

 

“Why didn't you just tell me you weren't feeling well? Never mind, it's you,” Yohji said, standing up and running a washcloth under some cold water then handing it to Aya.

 

Aya took it and mopped at his face and neck. “I hate being nauseous.”

 

“Gods, I hope you aren't pregnant.”