Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 10

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10



Yohji hadn’t known what to expect when that hot guy came in and tried to glomp Aya. It was funny as hell to see the idiot fall on his face when Aya dodged him. What was even more hilarious was when he saw Aya edging the plastic wrapping toward Kaito’s hand. He’d known what was coming long before Aya actually snipped the bastard. The guy had no idea that Aya might actually be a danger to him. It was funny to see the shock on his face when Aya cut him. It was even funnier when he accused Aya of doing it on purpose. He’d seen an almost-smile on Aya’s face even though the redhead was trying for one of his neutral expressions.

It had been hilarious to watch Aya brutally stitch the guy up, too. He knew from experience that Aya knew how to be gentle with stitches. He wasn’t being gentle with Kaito, not even a little bit. In fact, he was doing everything he could to make it hurt more. He was just glad he wasn’t in Kaito’s shoes. Of course he would’ve been smart enough to escape with a bleeding hand than to let the person who’d purposely cut him stitch him, too. What an idiot!

It stopped being funny when he learned why Kaito had broken it off with Aya. He wanted to kill that bastard! Sure, he’d left people behind, sure he’d leave them behind again. But he wouldn’t go and deliberately hurt someone he loved just because he freaked over the person being a virgin. Hell, he’d probably be on cloud nine if Aya had given him his first! He’d never have let Aya go, not even back when he’d been a naïve kid. He could bet that, even though he didn’t know how to fight back then, that he still had some of the Aya he knew in that boy.

He’d held Aya for only about a minute before the redhead jerked out of his arm like he’d been burned, and took off for his room. He was guessing it was because he’d probably heard Omi’s voice before Yohji even knew the kid had gotten back.

“I can’t believe you two left the shop unattended!” Omi shouted, glaring at him.

“Well, I had to supervise Aya. He accidentally cut a customer with his clippers and had to stitch him up. I just needed to make sure Aya didn’t kill the guy when he started to complain. Then I kinda forgot that we were open. Sorry,” Yohji scratched the back of his head with a laugh.

“I better go check the register, make sure the moneys still there.” Omi shoved past him. Normally he’d go and help Omi clean up, but right now he had to check on Aya, make sure he was okay.

Yohji made his way upstairs, trying not to run all the way up. Of course, he didn’t know what to say to Aya to make him feel better. The only one who’d ever left him behind was Asuka, and she hadn’t done it deliberately.

Yohji knew Aya wouldn’t let him in if he knocked, so he opened the door and stepped inside. He was surprised, to say the least, to find Aya reading in bed with his back propped up against he headboard. He didn’t know what he’d expected after Aya’s retreat, but it hadn’t been finding him completely back to normal.

“Can I help you?” Aya snapped. Yohji shrugged and walked over to Aya’s bed, taking a seat next to him.

“That guy’s a shit, Aya. Don’t give him a second thought. I’d kill him if I thought I could get away with it. But fucking Kritiker would be on my ass the second I did,” Yohji really wished that weren’t the case. He’d love to go and show Aya firsthand how much he cared.

“You do it to girls every night, Kudou,” Aya said, turning the page in his book when Yohji knew he wasn’t reading anymore.

“Nope. When I pick up a girl in a bar I don’t tell them I love them, I just say some pretty words and then leave after the sex. I don’t try to get them emotionally attached to me. The only times I’ve had to actually date any of them is on missions, and I hate it. It leaves me feeling empty inside. And I’ve never left someone for the petty reason he left you behind.”

“Shut it, Yohji,” Aya growled, glaring at him over the pages. He was walking a fine line and he knew it, but damned if he was going to leave just because Aya threatened him. Aya could hit him all he wanted to, but if he didn’t try to help he would feel like he’d let Aya down.

“Nope, not gonna do that. What he did was shitty, but you’re not that person anymore. You’re not a gentle boy with his heart on his sleeve anymore. Maybe once he realizes that he’ll piss off. I mean he says he wants you now, but do you really think he’d want you if he knew you killed people? No! Because he wants someone as gorgeous as you but as gentle as you used to be. That way he’ll know you’ll never leave him. So show him that you’re different now. Be as rude as you normally are.” Yohji smirked as he saw the wheels turning in Aya’s head. But then the redhead paused, looking questioningly at him.

“I’m rude?” Aya asked, like he had no clue. Yohji laughed.

“Hell yeah, you’re rude. But that’s why you’re our leader, because you can bark orders without worrying about anyone’s delicate sensibilities. If Omi led he would be too worried about how we would feel about every little thing he had us do. If Ken led he would probably get us all killed because the guy’s such a hothead, and me? Well, I think I just don’t bloody well feel like having that responsibility on my plate. So yeah, you’re rude, but its called for. Well, except when you snap at the girls in the shop.” Aya shrugged, seeming to accept that answer.

“So, what are you planning about doing about Kaito?” Yohji waited for what seemed like an eternity before Aya spoke again.

“I was considering telling Kritiker that my identity had been compromised so that I can kill him,” Aya’s answer was so cold that Yohji actually shuddered.

“You could do that, or you can make his life a living hell. Order him around, make him do whatever the hell you feel like, and then shut him down. Do it every time and eventually the guy’s going to get sick of it and take off on his own. It’ll be fun. Hell, throw him my way and I’ll give him errands, too. But we won’t pay him. Think of him as our own personal slave until he smartens the hell up.” Yohji grinned when Aya chuckled at the thought.

“I think that’s an interesting idea,” Aya said, clearly contemplating the plan.

“What do you say we go and have a few drinks?” Aya snorted at that, but shook his head no.

“Drinking will kill your brain cells. I don’t want to drink every day.”

“By the way, you and I are in the doghouse with Omi right now. The shop has been unattended for about ten minutes and Omi’s having a conniption fit downstairs. He thinks someone’s actually going to rob us. Like it would matter that much anyway,” Yohji snorted.

“Yes, well, its not like we could alert the police if it did happen. First of all we don’t want the police coming here, and second of all we’d be Kritiker’s laughing stock.” Aya shrugged.

“Aya, take your shirt off,” Yohji patted moved closer to him on the bed.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Aya asked dangerously. Yohji had to force himself not to retreat. Aya needed him right now whether he wanted to admit it or not..

“I’m going to rub your shoulders. Your shirt will get in the way, so take it off and turn around.”

“No!” Aya shoved him away.

“Do you think this is a game, Yohji? That you can have ‘fun’ with me just because you saw that Kaito did it easy enough? I’m not an idiot, Yohji.”

Yohji slid off the bed, backing off to the other end of the room. But he wasn’t going to leave the room.

“I swear to you I wasn’t going to try anything. But you’re wound tight like a spring and I just wanted to help so that you’d actually be able to get to sleep tonight. I know when I feel like that I can’t sleep unless I’ve drank myself into a stupor where I can’t even remember why I’m mad.” Yohji ran his hands through his hair. He hadn’t been about to take advantage, he really hadn’t! He’d’ been planning on doing exactly what he’d said, he was going to massage Aya’s shoulders to help calm him down.

There hadn’t been an underlying agenda. He had taken advantage of Aya when he was drunk, though, and that made him feel like an asshole. Had he known what Aya had been through he wouldn’t have tried it at all. He didn’t want to be like Kaito. Especially not to Aya.

“Yohji, I…I just need quiet,” Aya sounded so tired.

“I can do quiet,” Yohji grinned at Aya’s snort.

“Since when?”

“Since right now, but I won’t be able to be quiet if you keep asking me questions,” Yohji made his way back to the bed and sat down, this time stretching out beside Aya with his back against the headboard.

He wanted to grab Aya’s hand and lace their fingers together, he wanted that connection. But trying to get that connection was likely to get him hurt and kicked out of the room. Instead he contented himself with the feel of their shoulders touching.

He turned his head to look at Aya, but the redhead was already starting to doze off. He wished he could chalk it off to being his company easing the redhead, but he was pretty sure it was more because everything else had made him emotionally freak out and now he just needed to sleep it off.