Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 5

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

5


Aya stretched, sliding out of the bed. Yohji had visited him half an hour ago and had given him something he said was the ‘cure all to hangovers’. The man was right. Aya felt tired, but that was about it.

He paused at a light stinging in his chest. Looking down he noted a shallow diagonal cut. It was obviously from his sword. He would have to ask Yohji what happened. Even if he’d been drunkenly practicing with his sword it was unusual to be cut like that. And there was no way in hell Yohji had used the sword on him. No, if he and Yohji had been fighting and he’d gotten hurt the cut would be all the way around.


He grabbed a turtle neck and a pair of jeans and went to have a shower. He didn’t take long. He was on shift in ten minutes. He looked himself over, there were no bruises, so he was at a loss over what had happened.

He quickly got dressed and made his way downstairs. There was a commotion from the others as he came down the stairs. He wondered what it was that had them talking a mile a minute. He was glad he wasn’t hung over anymore, or their chatter would be killing him instead of just grating on his nerves.

“Aya, You got flowers!” Omi announced cheerfully. Aya quirked an eyebrow at that.

“Why should I care?” Aya asked. It wasn’t uncommon for the girls from the shop to every now and then scrape together enough money to buy something for one of them.

“Because its addressed to Ran. And that doesn’t look like Aya-Chan’s handwriting to me,” Yohji pointed out. Yohji looked pissed as he handed the card to Aya. Upon seeing it Aya grabbed the flowers and threw them in the garbage.

“Should we be worried?” Ken asked, staring at him like he’d grown another head. Aya shook his head. No, it was only himself that should be worried. How had that bastard found him after all these years?

“You should’ve kept them. They were pretty,” Omi whined. Aya rolled his eyes. You’d think Omi would have his fill of flowers working in a flower shop. Why the hell the kid always had to have them in the apartment was beyond him.

“On another note, Aya, can you tell Yohji to clean up after himself? I mean if the guy’s going to stay in and drink the least he can do is put away his empty bottles!” Ken griped. So then Aya hadn’t won last night. He seemed to remember Yohji saying he’d won, but then Yohji had come down and had the last of his, so it was a tie, really.

“How he can sit there and drink two full bottles of vodka is beyond me. And they weren’t even little bottles, they were the big ones!”

“Well, when you drink two bottles that big you tend to think its time to try to crawl up the stairs and sleep it off.”

“Yeah, we found him crashed on the stairs. It took both of us to get him to bed, and he wasn’t making it easy.” Ken pointed out.

“Yohji, the least you can do is let them help you to bed without a fuss.” Aya said. He wasn’t going to comment on the bottles, being half-responsible for them.

“Well, we should go and open up the doors. You two eat first, we’ll be fine until you come out,” Omi assured, beaming at them.

“Why am I cut?” Aya asked once the other two were out of reach.

“Well, you kind of fell on your sword. I was trying to help you get changed, you told me where your night clothes were, so while I was looking for them you decided it was time to kill me and swung it at me. I stepped out of the way and you fell on it.” Aya could tell Yohji was being honest about it. He nodded, accepting that answer.

“You never did say who the flowers were from,” Yohji pointed out.

Aya sat down at the table where Omi had set some eggs for him. He really didn’t want to get into this with Yohji.

“Should I hire one of the girls out front to beat the crap out of her?” Yohji was half-teasing. He knew if he actually said yes that Yohji would probably actually do it.

Aya wasn’t really hungry, not after the flowers. Right now he wanted to go and kill something to take his mind off it, not eat so that he could surround himself in more flowers that would make forgetting about it impossible.

“Okay, well, if not that then maybe you want to talk about it?” Yohji sounded hopeful, looking like a puppy that was begging for a pat on the head.

“The past is hard to forget sometimes, leave it at that, Yohji,” Aya warned him, forcing himself to eat his breakfast so that he wouldn’t come off as being as bothered as he was. He would not let Kaito get to him! Okay, that was a lie that even he had to admit, but he wouldn’t…the best he could do was hope that the more he acted like it didn’t bother him the more it really would stop bothering him.

“Okay. Sorry,” Yohji didn’t look sorry, though, he looked worried. Was he really that bad an actor?

“We still on for that rematch tonight?” Yohji asked. Aya nodded. Yeah, what he wouldn’t give right now to forget.

“Awesome. Its been so awesome to have someone to drink with, and even better that its at home, no having to worry about making someone’s boyfriend jealous and shit. Its been fun these past few nights, you know?” Aya nodded. He had to admit that although he hated the drinking part itself the challenge of it was enjoyable.