Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 9

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

9


It was strange, to say the least, that Aya didn’t feel awkward around Yohji after that mission. Things had gone back to normal the next morning. They were both working in the shop right now, and it was strange, but they were getting along even better than normal.

Aya allowed himself a small smile as he thought about Yohji singing drunkenly last night. He was surprised that Ken and Omi hadn’t complained about it in the morning. But then Aya had kept the bottles in his room and was going to throw them out when the boys weren’t looking.

Right now it was just the two of them working. Ken was at soccer practice and Omi was at school. Regardless, he couldn’t sneak out to throw out the bottles while the shop was this busy with screaming girls. Can they get anymore annoying?

“Ran!” Aya stiffened. No, this was not happening! Not in front of Yohji! He spun and side stepped just in time to avoid getting glomped by none other than Kaito. Kaito was still bigger than he was, and more muscular, and still absolutely gorgeous.

Aya caught Yohji’s knowing look. Shit! Aya reached down and grabbed Kaito by the arm and jerked him roughly to his feet before he went back to de-thorning the roses.

“Damn, Ran. You sure grew up from the cute boy I remember. You were adorable, but now you’re…damn!” Kaito’s eyes were moving over him, making him feel naked. It was unsettling that the man still had that effect on him.

“If I would’ve known you would look like this I might’ve stuck around,” Kaito was teasing, and Aya didn’t find it funny one bit.

He kept his eye on Kaito’s hand as he started unwrapping the plastic and ribbons to finish off the order. He had to force himself not to smile as he edged the plastic closer and closer to Kaito’s hand so that when he snipped the plastic he’d…Kaito shouted in pain as Aya cut through the skin between his thumb and index finger. It was going to need stitches, and rightfully so after a comment like that.

“Damn it! You did that on purpose, Ran!” Kaito screamed. Yohji wasn’t making a move to help him, either. Aya took a quick peek at Yohji and noted that the blonde was smirking as Kaito grabbed one of the cloths they used to clean up the spaces they’d been working on and tried to put pressure on it.

“You’re going to need stitches,” Aya pointed out, grabbing Kaito by the arm and leading him into the apartment and over to a stool.

Aya grabbed one of the first aid kits from under the counter and threaded a needle.

“Here? You want me to get stitches here?” Kaito’s voice was getting louder. Aya was going to smack the hell out of him if he didn’t quiet down.

“Don’t you trust me to do it right?” Aya asked, pulling up his shirt sleeve to show Kaito the last set of stitches he’d given himself. It was perfectly straight.

“I stitch better than the hospital,” Aya knelt in front of Kaito and grabbed his hand, resting it against Kaito’s leg so that it wouldn’t move around as much while he went to work. Aya treated it like he did when Omi needed to be stitched, he held on tight to that hand because he knew Kaito was going to try to pull away at the first sting.

He shoved the needle in harder than he needed to, earning him a yelp from Kaito. Yohji was snickering. Aya was just glad that Yohji was here and not the boys. Yohji would help him if he decided to hurt Kaito again.

“Don’t be a baby,” Aya said in his best monotone as he finished stitching. He tied it off and clipped it.

“Don’t be a baby? Maybe you should take your own advice, Ran. That was completely childish of you. I came here to apologise and start over with you. Hell, I even hired a detective to find you after all these years! I just…lately I can’t get you out of my head, you know?” Kaito was looking him in the eye, turning his hand to try to link their fingers together.

Aya stood up and squirmed his hand out of Kaito’s.

“I was a dick. I know that! I really loved you and I left you behind because…”
“Because you found a shiny new toy,” Aya said, walking back to where he’d been working on the order. There was blood all over the plastic wrap, Aya was going to have to scrap it and cut a new piece. It was worth it!

“No…I…yes, but I wouldn’t have left you for him if you hadn’t been…I..” he paused, seeming at a loss for words.

“Tell me then, what I did wrong!” Aya snarled, glaring at him. Yohji took a tentative step back. Kaito wasn’t that smart yet.

“I didn’t know you were a virgin, okay? I thought you were just tense, and when I found out afterwards that I’d been your first I panicked. I didn’t do it to hurt you, and it killed me when you cried, but I knew I couldn’t be that special to you. Your first time should’ve been special, not with me!” Kaito’s voice was getting loud again.

“Shut up!” Aya snapped, punching him hard in the jaw. Kaito reeled back, not fast enough to avoid Aya’s next punch to his stomach.

Aya stepped away from him and started cutting the cellophane again.

“Ran, go out with me. Give me another chance,” Kaito was still pleading with him to come back? After what that bastard did to him?

“I think he’s had enough, Ran,” Yohji said, coming up behind him. Aya didn’t know why, but when Yohji’s hand slid up his arm to close on his shoulder he calmed down, like that one simple touch had sapped out all of his anger.

“Oh, so that’s how it is? You’ve moved on, eh?” Kaito asked, his eyes looking so distraught that Aya paused. Damn it, he knew better! Kaito was an asshole! Kaito had broken his heart when he was fourteen! Aya-Chan was the only reason he’d been able to pull himself out of his depression and go back to school.

Aya walked back to the roses and wrapped them in the plastic before tying the ribbon in a bow around it.

“I don’t really care if you have moved on. You still love me and you know it. I’ll get you back even if I have to win you away from that asshole,” he pointed his index finger at Yohji. Aya didn’t have to look to know that Yohji was toying with his watch.

“You never used to be so short tempered, and you never had a violent bone in your body. He’s made you this way. Don’t you get sick of being pissed off? Wouldn’t you rather have someone who can take all that energy of yours and put it to better use?”

Okay, Aya had to fight off a blush at that! Did he really think that the promise of good sex would make him leap into his arms like nothing happened? Does he really think he is more to me than Yohji? Aya’s eyes widened. Why had he thought something like that? Did he have feelings for Yohji? Shit!

Aya looked at Yohji, who looked like he’d missed something. He knew what Kaito was implying, but what he didn’t know was why Aya was looking at him with shock. Aya had to mentally shake himself so that he didn’t give Yohji the wrong idea. And what is the wrong idea?

“You’re not welcome here, Kaito.” Aya warned, but was still staring at Yohji.

“You say that now, but I know you’ll ditch this loser for me. So I’ll be back tomorrow and the next day and on and on until you take me back,” Kaito sounded so sure of himself as he walked out the door.

Aya felt broken. He could feel the tears straining at his eyes. Would Yohji look at him different now that he knew what Kaito had done to him? Would he scoff now that he knew Aya had cried over that bastard?

Yohji’s arms were suddenly around him, yanking him up against Yohji’s chest. Aya hadn’t realized how much Yohji had come to mean to him. But the question was, why did Yohji care enough to comfort him after all that?

It didn’t matter, Aya sagged into Yohji’s chest, feeling the tears start to slip down his face. It had been a lifetime ago, but it still hurt to think about. Being tossed aside like garbage had its way of doing that to a guy, especially because he‘d been so young when it had happened.

What was worse, was that Kaito hadn’t just left him, he’d beaten the shit out of him in front of his friends. Aya had been crying long before Kaito had hit him, though.

Then he’d had to face Kaito every day at school, watching him screw anything that moved, watching him give others the smile that had been only his. He’d been in hell.