Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 3

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

3


Aya groaned inwardly as Yohji followed him into yet another room. How long was the blonde going to follow him?

“Is there a problem?” Aya finally asked, turning to face him. Yohji was following so closely behind that he almost slammed into him.

“Omi and Ken just left on a date, so I thought I would spend some time with you. So no, there’s no problem,” Yohji grinned. Aya pinched the bridge of his nose. He was going to kill him.

“I don’t want to…” Aya stepped back when Yohji reached to grab his arm. What the hell was he doing? Was he trying to start a fight?

“I thought you might want a rematch after you lost yesterday. But then maybe I’m wrong and you’re happy that you lost to me or something. I beat you pretty bad, Aya.” Yohji was rubbing it in and Aya was starting to get pissed.

Aya wanted to know how many shots Yohji beat him by, but he wasn’t going to ask. Yohji was goading him, but…he did want another chance to beat him. He didn’t remember much about last night, hell, he didn’t even know how he managed to find his room to fall asleep.

“Why do you want to have a drinking contest with me? Doesn’t the winner normally enjoy his victory?” Aya really didn’t know how this sort of thing went, but he did remember when he’d play games with his sister they used to tease each other for losing and then call it a night.

“Yeah, but it was hardly a victory. You’ve never had a drink before, so you didn’t know what to expect. Now you do. Besides, drinking alone can get boring,” Yohji shrugged.

Yeah, like Aya believed for one moment that Yohji ever drank alone. He went out to bars, where plenty of people were drinking, and always brought back some whore. He’d bet that the only thing Yohji did alone was sleep, and sometimes even then he had company.

“Wow, that was quite some look you just gave me, Aya. For the first time I can read you like a book. Yeah, I do drink alone sometimes. Alone sucks. I have no idea how the hell you spend most of your time alone and don’t go out of your mind.”

Aya shrugged, he’d gotten used to it. Having people around you made you care about them, and that made you hurt when you lost them. He already cared about the other members of Weiss, but he couldn’t let it become love, even though he really wanted to. He liked the way the other three talked together, laughed together, and spent time together. It was like a family, and he was a boarder living under their roof. He’d been doing his damnedest for years to keep it that way. But on missions they had to trust each other, and they had to tend to each other’s wounds, and work together in the shop. He cared whether he liked it or not.

“I thought we’d try vodka today. Its stronger, but since you don’t seem to want to spend much time with me it’ll let us decide the winner faster.” well that was something, at least. Really, the idea of spending time with Yohji was something he would’ve liked if they were normal people. But he couldn’t afford to enjoy his company too much.

“You’re thinking way too much, Aya. Now sit your pretty ass down and I’ll get everything.” He hadn’t heard that right, had he?

He found his seat at the table, tapping his nails in irritation. Yohji sat the two shot glasses down on the table, pushing one toward Aya.

“Hey, Aya, when was the last time you went on a date? I mean I go on them all the time, and Ken and Omi are on one, but you never really go out,” Yohji was staring at him as he opened the two bottles of vodka.

“Dating has conclusions that I don’t care for,” Aya answered honestly. He hadn’t been on a date in a very long time. He watched Yohji pour for both of them before sitting down.

Aya grabbed his shot and downed it. He made a face, it was disgusting.

“Yeah, this is the stuff you drink for two reasons, because you want to get drunk, or because you were about to have something better afterwards.” Aya nodded, that made sense.

“So, I’m guessing your last date went pretty bad, eh? She want more than you wanted to give? Some women like it rough, eh?” Yohji seemed to be talking from experience. Aya took another shot. He smirked at the thought of Yohji actually saying no to someone. Like that would ever happen! Hell, it was probably the other way around.

“Does it hurt them when you leave them?” Aya asked, taking a third shot. Yohji’s hand stilled on his glass. Aya looked up at him. Did Yohji even know what that felt like?

“Yeah, sometimes it does. I don’t do it to hurt them. The one I love is so far away from me, and sometimes I get lonely,” Yohji shrugged. Aya didn’t laugh. If it were any other time and Yohji had told him he was lonely Aya might’ve had a chuckle about it.

“Is that it, then? She left you? Women can be such bitches sometimes!” Okay, now Aya had to laugh. Yohji wasn’t unaffected by his drink of choice or he would’ve noticed how he’d just contradicted himself. So, by Yohji’s own words, he was a bitch.

“What’s so funny?” Yohji pouted at him.

“You’re a bitch,” Aya snickered. Yohji didn’t even take a second to think, he just burst out laughing.

“I’ve never heard you swear before! That’s so cute!” Yohji leaned over to prop his chin up on his hand. Aya swatted his hand out of the way last second, making him face vault into the table.

“Ow! That wasn’t nice, Aya!” Yohji giggled. Yohji reached over and snagged Aya’s empty shot glass.

“Can’t win if he can’t drink!” Yohji taunted him. Aya shrugged and grabbed the bottle by the neck and took a long drink.

“Aya, slow down!” Yohji grabbed the bottle from his hand and set it down before handing him the glass again.

“Falling behind me,” Aya pointed out. Wow, double vision, that was…interesting. The two Yohji’s sitting in front of him were now packing down the shots to catch up.

“It doesn’t count if you both drink it,” Aya murmured, resting his cheek against the table for a second.

He jumped when he felt Yohji’s hand against his cheek, he sat back, forcing his eyes to focus. Yohji was coming closer to him, it was getting hard to see with him so close.

“That far gone, are ya? Well, I think you win this time, Aya.” Yohji announced. Aya looked at his bottle, it was empty? Had he really had that much?

“What do you want for your prize?” there was a prize? So what had Yohji’s prize been last night?

Aya shrugged. He had no idea.

“Help to bed?” Yohji extended an arm toward him. Aya nodded, grabbing on and pulling himself up. There was no way he was going to make it up those stairs on his own tonight.

“I want a rematch tomorrow, you know,” Yohji said. Why did Yohji look so excited? Yohji had lost, why was he grinning like an idiot?




Author’s notes: I don’t know about anyone else’s experience with alcohol, but for me the two biggies to put me under the table are vodka and sambuka.