Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11

 

 

 

 

The first thing Aya registered when he opened his eyes was the pain in his spine from sleeping sitting up. The second thing he noticed, which put his mind in a panic, was that he wasn't sleeping alone. He didn't have to look to know who it was. He well remembered yesterday when Yohji had sat beside him so they could talk. Of course he didn't remember much after.

 

Aya was very careful as he slid out of the bed. He didn't want to wake Yohji up, he needed to get as far away from him as he could. The only place Aya could think of that Yohji wouldn't follow him was the shower.

 

So he stealthily went through his dresser and grabbed some jeans and a black t-shirt and bolted from the bedroom just in time to hear Yohji's tired voice call out his name.

 

Aya nearly ran Ken over as he raced for the bathroom.

 

“What the hell!” Ken shouted at him. Normally Aya would probably stop to glare at him, but he could already hear Yohji coming after him.

 

“Aya! We need to talk!” Yohji shouted. Aya blushed bright red when he thought about how bad this looked. Ken would think they'd had sex.

 

Aya slammed and locked the door. He leaned back against it, panting and feeling like he'd run a marathon.

 

Aya set the clothes neatly on the floor and climbed into the shower. He set the temperature to the hottest setting.

 

He couldn't believe what had happened yesterday. Every time he'd thought about what he would do if he ever saw Kaito again and the worst he did was cut him and botch the stitches? No, he'd had visions of inviting him in and killing him on the roof cut by cut. Maybe pulling his joints apart first so that he couldn't run away.

 

He was disappointed with himself, to say the least. And worse was that he'd freaking cried again. And worse than that, he'd not only cried in front of Yohji, but on him. He had no idea how Yohji took that. But the man hadn't pushed him away, if anything he'd pulled him into his arms in the first place. He'd done his best to save face afterwards, but he was just so exhausted.

 

And now, here he was, hiding in the shower. He recognized his feelings for Yohji. But he would never act on them. No, he wouldn't be just another notch in Yohji's headboard. He wouldn't make the same stupid mistake twice.

 

Aya nearly jumped out of his skin when a hard knock sounded from the other side of the door.

 

“Aya, come out of there!” Yohji sounded like he was starting to get frustrated. What the hell does he have to be frustrated about?

 

“I'm having a shower. Go away.” Aya said in his best monotone. It was then that he realized he hadn't even picked up the soap. How long had he been standing under the spray? Not too long, or the water would've gotten cold.

 

Aya grabbed the soap and started cleaning himself, trying to ignore Yohji's incessant pounding on the door.

 

“Aya, if you don't come out I'm coming in!”

 

“No you're not!” Aya shouted back. He wouldn't, would he? Aya's eyes widened when he heard the sound of Yohji picking the lock.

 

He quickly washed his hair, trying to ignore Yohji even as he heard the man come into the bathroom.

 

“Hey, Aya?” Ignore him! Ignore him! Ignore him! Aya tried so hard to block him out, but just the sight of Yohji's profile on the other side of the shower door made his breath catch.

 

“Aya, are you alright?” Oh great! Sympathy! Just what I fucking need right now! Aya scratched his nails hard into his shoulders, dragging long cuts that bled a little. He had to take his mind off Yohji and how much he wanted to give in.

 

“What do you want, Yohji?” Aya droned. He managed to keep his voice neutral. Now if he could just do the same with his face. He looked at his wobbly reflection in the steel showerhead and glared. Okay. Good!

 

“Make yourself useful and hand me a towel,” Aya barked, sliding the door open part way.

 

Yohji handed it to him without a word. Aya quickly dried off and fought off a shiver as Yohji's gaze slid over him while he climbed out.

 

“Quit staring at me,” Aya warned, grabbing his jeans and throwing them on.

 

“Can't help it.” Yohji said, grinning at him.

 

“Learn to help it.” Aya pulled his shirt on and reached into the drawer under the sink for his brush.

 

“What do you want from me?” Aya asked while brushing his hair. Damned if he knew what was going on in the blonde's head right now.

 

He kept his eyes locked with Yohji's in the mirror while he made sure that not a single strand was out of place so that it would dry properly.

 

“Well, I don't really know the answer to that. I just didn't want you to think that I wanted something from you last night other than to make sure you were alright.”

 

“Consider me informed. Now if you don't mind, I would like to finish up in here by myself.” Yohji threw his hands up in the air in frustration, but did as Aya said. Aya felt bad for dismissing him like that after he'd tried to be there for him last night, but he couldn't afford to be seen as weak by any of the other members of Weiss. A weak leader meant a weak team, after all.

 

He really wished Kritiker would get their asses in gear and set up another mission. He really really wanted to kill something right now.

 

He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face before leaving the bathroom. He ran right into Yohji, who was apparently waiting right outside. How had he not heard him?

 

“Apparently that idiot really didn't get the message. There's more flowers for you. Omi's safe-guarding these ones, so you're going to have to fight him for them. An entire bouquet of tigerlillies and freesia.”

 

Aya rolled his eyes. That idiot Kaito was always buying him expensive flowers. He probably thought that was why Aya worked at a flower shop, because he loved them so damned much.

 

“So, what are you going to do to him today? I can bet that he's the annoying person Omi talked about waiting outside the shop doors.” Yohji said with a grin. Aya shrugged. He really didn't know what he was going to do to Kaito. But he would make sure it hurt like hell.

 

He skipped breakfast and went straight down into the shop, opening the doors. Sure enough, Kaito rushed in the second the door opened.

 

“Ran, I came back!” He said, like Aya hadn't noticed? Idiot! Aya dodged his attempted hug with a growl. Didn't he learn?

 

“Make yourself useful,” Aya pointed at the bushels of roses.

 

“Wrap them up?” Kaito asked, looking a bit confused.

 

“De-thorn them.” Aya actually liked doing the roses, but he knew Kaito would hurt himself doing it, so that was sort of fun.

 

“Come on! Don't you have any lifting that's too heavy for you or something?” Kaito griped.

 

“I think your memory needs improving, Kaito. Last I checked I was male. Now get working on those roses or I'll show you the door!”