Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Black Velvet ❯ A Day Like Today ( Chapter 19 )

 

 

Aya sat smiling as he watched Yohji close his eyes and tilt his face up to soak in the late autumn sunshine. Yohji has laughed for a full minute at his orange hat, saying that it was too bad it was so hot out otherwise he could have worn one of the six brand new orange sweaters he'd just bought to match the hat.

 

This was nice, Aya thought, peaceful and relaxing, though he was about as far from relaxed at the moment as it was possible to get. It had certainly been a strange morning. Upon waking he had sensed and smelled a different person in the house. It was rather disconcerting to be able to pinpoint someone's location via use of his olfactory nerves even when he was in human form. This new person was undoubtedly a member of Oracle's family. He had noticed early on that members of the same family had the same initial scent about them. He'd come to that conclusion from being around the Red Shaman team, everyone except for Ghost had the same base scent as Blaze did. Interesting. He'd have to ask Ben more about it later. He did know one thing about the new occupant of the house, overlying every other scent on her was the smell of decay and death.

 

He forced thoughts of death out of his mind. He was alive. Aya-chan was awake and alive. The future now lay before him as an open road and for some reason that terrified him.

 

“Ne, Ran,” Yohji said lazily. Yohji had taken up calling him Ran since Aya-chan had arrived.

 

“What is it, Yohji?”

 

“What do you think we should do now?”

 

“Do you mean right now or in the future?”

 

“The future. If you really thing about it we're free. At least we will be after Red Shaman finishes doing their thing. No more crazies, no more dark beasts, unless we count you,” Yohji said teasingly.

 

“Hn.”

 

“Oh, don't get all pissy. You know you're gorgeous when you shift. Of course, you're gorgeous when you don't shift but that isn't the point.”

 

Aya blinked in shock for a moment. “Do you really think I'm gorgeous when I'm shifted?”

 

“Holy crap, Ran, you're exquisite when you're shifted.”

 

Aya flushed a little at the compliment.

 

“Actually, I've been talking to Ben a little bit about the culture you suddenly find yourself a member of,” Yohji said, trying to sound casual. “He told me something I found kind of interesting.”

 

Every nerve in Aya went suddenly and instantly alert. “So, what did he tell you?” Aya asked, picking absently at the now cold fried chicken to distract himself from the sudden and irrational terror welling up inside of him.

 

Yohji shrugged and turned over then started rummaging through the desert basket Belle had packed for them. Aya took the opportunity while Yohji was distracted to dig the “thing” out of his pocket. He took a moment to admire Yohji's behind being stuck in the air before repeating the question.

 

“What did he tell you?”

 

“Just a second,” Yohji said, pulling something out of the basket. “Close your eyes.”

 

“Yohji, I have something to ask you and I . . .”

 

“Just humor me for a minute, Ran.”

 

Aya sighed. He'd waited this long hadn't he, what was a few more minutes. He set the small box over to his right side and closed his eyes.

 

“Okay, now what?”

 

“Hold out your hand.”

 

“Yohji,” Aya said impatiently.

 

“It'll be worth it. I hope anyway.”

 

Aya sighed and held out his right hand.

 

“No, the other one.”

 

“What the hell does it matter?”

 

“Raaaaaan,” Yohji whined.

 

“Fine,” Aya said, holding out the other hand.

 

Aya felt Yohji take his hand, felt something of a fairly substantial weight begin to slide onto his third finger before Yohji said, “Ben told me same sex couples could marry in that culture.”

 

Aya's eyes flew open and he looked from Yohji's slightly tense and worried face to the beautiful platinum and amethyst ring on his finger.

 

“I love you, Ran. I want to spend my life with you. Will you marry me?”

 

Aya leaned forward and kissed Yohji while his right hand fumbled with the box at his side. He finally managed to fish the “thing” out with one hand before breaking the kiss and grabbing Yohji's left hand. He slid the ring onto Yohji's finger before taking the other man's face in both hands.

 

“Done,” Aya said, launching himself onto his now fiancé. Yohji's right elbow landed in the potato salad and Aya's left knee somehow wound up in the butter but neither of them really cared at that point.