Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

2


“Hey, Ken, how was that game yesterday?” Yohji asked, smiling as he made his coffee and started up the kettle. He’d heard Ken practically yelling through the house last night about that last second score, but it always made the boy happy to be able to tell someone about it.

Omi grinned at him, glad for once to have Ken go into it with someone else.

“Hey, Aya!” Omi called cheerfully. Yohji turned to look at him. Aya looked rough. He hadn’t thought to bring Aya some water or anything, so the dehydration from that much alcohol was giving the guy a killer hang over. He hadn’t heard Aya throwing up, though, so it could be worse.

“Want some coffee?” Yohji whispered. Aya shook his head.

“You know Aya doesn’t drink coffee,” Omi chided. Aya was wincing every time the little blonde opened his mouth. Yohji knew from experience that Omi was hard to handle when you’re hung over. Too cheerful to realize he was pretty loud.

“Omi, talk quieter, I’ve got a headache,” Yohji lied. He winked at Aya, who mouthed a thanks.

“You mean you’re hung over again? I’d think that with how much you excel at indulging yourself every night you’d be a pro by now,” Ken slapped him on the shoulder.

“Drinking isn’t like soccer, Ken. Some people can drink and some people can’t. And sometimes it depends on the drink or the day,” Yohji grinned.

“Yeah, well, you left one of your bottles spilled all over the table and Ken and I had to clean it up. If you’re going to drink at home you have to clean up after yourself!” Omi’s voice was getting louder. Shit.

“Sorry, I must’ve been really pissed,” Yohji chuckled. He kept both boy’s eyes on him so that they wouldn’t notice Aya behind them grabbing some aspirin.

“Hey, Omi, since when do you and Ken share the same bed?” Yohji asked with a wicked grin. Both boys sputtered, but what was even funnier was the tiny choked sound Aya made behind them. Had that been a laugh?

“We don’t…” Omi started, his face as red as Ken’s.

“I’ll just bet you don’t,” Yohji teased. He pointed to the boiling kettle when Aya looked at him. Aya seemed surprised. Did he really think Yohji was so unobservant that he would’ve really thought he drank coffee?

Yohji rolled his eyes at him. Aya turned and started to make his tea. Yohji admired the view. Damn, Aya had a nice ass. Even though he’d seen him a million times Yohji still couldn’t help but stare. He was just glad the kids had more tact than he did, or they’d be getting revenge right now on him by letting Aya know exactly what he was doing right now. Of course, maybe they didn’t notice.

He turned his eyes to them and saw the knowing look they both gave him. Yohji winked back at them before resuming his staring.

“So, Yohji, if you stayed in last night you didn’t get laid, did ya?” Okay, now it was his turn to choke. He glared at Ken, who was laughing at him.

Now Aya was staring at him intently. Did Aya think he’d…? He did! He’d thought Yohji had raped him or something! No, of course he didn’t. Aya would’ve gotten out of bed, come down with his sword, and stabbed him without any questions asked. So why was he looking at him like that.

“Nope, but that’s okay, I stayed in because I was kinda tired, but I really wanted to drink, so I did the next best thing,” Yohji shrugged. It was almost somewhat of the truth. He was tired of being with anyone but Aya, so he had stayed in. But it wasn’t like he could say that out loud.

“Aya, didn’t you hear him banging around downstairs? I’m surprised you didn’t kill him for making a mess,” Ken was too damned observant sometimes.

“Hn,” Aya said, taking his tea and leaving the room.

Yohji grabbed his coffee and followed him. He sat down beside Aya on the couch. Aya moved over to put some distance between them.

“how are you feeling?” Yohji asked, knowing he wasn’t going to get an answer. He looked around, trying to think of something, anything, that might start up a conversation. Oh!

“How’s Aya-Chan?” he asked, that got Aya’s attention.

“She’s fine,” Aya turned to face him. Good. Much better.

“Where is she now?” Aya looked sort of sad. Yohji wanted to wrap his arms around him, but knew what a stupid ass idea that would be. He’d just end up getting hurt for his efforts.

“Spain. She likes it there.” Aya’s eyes suddenly hardened, looking at Yohji like he thought he was either fishing for information or trying to manipulate him. Really Yohji was just trying to talk. He’d known for years that he loved Aya, but even now he really didn’t know him.

It was hard to get anything on him that wasn’t through detective work. He sort of knew how Aya’s mind worked, but that didn’t mean he really knew him, he just knew a lot of the things that pissed him off and made him suspicious.

“What do you want, Yohji?” Aya asked as if on cue.

“Just to talk, Aya. The kids are talking to each other and I wanted to talk to you. See, that’s what people do when they live together, they talk,” Yohji teased. Aya didn’t find it amusing. He just stood up and left.