Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 13 ( Chapter 13 )

Chapter 13

 

 

Aya didn't know what to make of Yohji's proposition. Yohji had said it like it was so easy to make happen. Why was Yohji being so damned helpful.

 

He couldn't afford to have feelings like that on the mission. So he waited in the shadows for the target. Kritiker had screwed up when they'd given them the mission details. He and Yohji hadn't expected so many guards around the place.

 

He watched the door carefully, waiting for Yohji to make his appearance. It was taking way too long. He was starting to get worried. Had Yohji been…

 

The target waltzed into the room, completely unsuspicious of there being someone ready to kill him.

 

“I know you're in here. I can feel you just like I felt your friend. Why don't you come out to play!” The man shouted, actually looking happy at the situation.

 

Aya launched from the corner at the man, swinging his sword at him. The man grinned, catching the blade in his hands. Kritiker hadn't said anything about the man being trained in martial arts. He ripped the sword right out of Aya's hands and sent it flying across the room.

 

“What did you do to him?” Aya demanded, his heart feeling like it was smashed to pieces.

 

“The same thing I'm going to do to you. My guess is that you're Aya. He called out your name as he fell under my bullet.”

 

Aya's eyes widened as the man pulled a gun out of his coat and aimed at him. It didn't matter what he did he was going to get shot! Even so, Aya wasn't going to go down without a fight!

 

He lunged for the man, feeling the bullet ripping through his stomach as he uppercutted the man in the jaw, sending him flying.

 

Aya fell to the ground. He was losing blood fast. The man was back on his feet quickly, pointing the gun at him, aiming for his head this time.

 

Something slammed into the man, sending him to the ground. Aya forced himself to his feet, staggering toward his sword. He grabbed it by the handle and headed back to the man, pointing it down at him before stabbing him through the neck. Some of the blood splashed up at him. He hated when that happened.

 

He collapsed into the arms of the man that had saved him. Kaito!

 

“How did you become this way, Ran?” Kaito asked with tears in his eyes. Kaito kissed his forehead.

 

“Yohji?” Aya asked, panting for his breath. He couldn't even push Kaito away, he was getting weak fast.

 

“I brought him outside already. He's going to be fine. The other two are outside waiting for you.” Kaito picked him up like he weighed nothing. Aya had to forgive him at this point. He wasn't going to be romantically involved with him, but he wasn't going to report him to Kritiker either, not after he'd risked himself to save him.

 

“Did I do this to you?” Kaito asked, the tears finally slipping down his face.

 

“Takatori,” Aya murmured. His eyes were sliding shut against his will.

 

“Just hang in there, Ran.” Kaito said. Aya tried to force his eyes to stay open, but it was getting harder by the second. Kaito ran him out the front doors where Omi and Ken were waiting in the car.

 

Kaito placed him in the backseat with Yohji before climbing in with them. It was cramped, but Aya didn't care, Yohji was still breathing and that was all that mattered to him.

 

“Yohji?” Aya whispered. The blonde's eyes slid open, looking at him. Aya leaned down and pressed his lips to Yohji's. He had to! If they both died he needed to know that Yohji had seen the love in his eyes before they died.

 

“Aya, I love you,” Yohji whispered with tears in his eyes. Aya pulled himself up against Yohji's chest. It hurt both of them for him to lay like this, but he needed this connection. Yohji's hand ran gently through his hair, it felt so nice.

 

“Make sure you stay alive, Aya,” Yohji whispered.

 

“Aya?” Kaito asked, looking confused. “Isn't Aya your little sister's name?” Aya ignored him. He didn't feel like explaining himself.

 

The car came to a halt infront of the magicbus hospital. Ken and Omi wrapped their arms around Yohji's torso, helping him walk to the emergency room. Kaito carried Aya again, which normally would've pissed him off. Right now he couldn't make himself care about his pride. He was more worried about Yohji than himself.

 

Before he knew it he was on an operating table, having the doctors remove the bullet and stitch him up.

 

It felt like it had taken an eternity, when really it was around twenty minutes maximum.

 

The second he was placed in a hospital bed he pulled himself painfully to his feet. He had to find Yohji to find out if he was alright!

 

He leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He was dizzy, to say the least. He managed to sneak past the doctors and into a room that he somehow knew was Yohji's. He didn't bother to think about how he knew. He made his way over to the bed where Yohji was sleeping soundly.

 

Yohji had some equipment attached to him. A tube under his nose, and an IV in his arm. Aya carefully lifted the blanket and slid in beside him. He loosely wrapped an arm around him, resting his head against Yohji's chest again, listening to his heartbeat.

 

“Aya?” Yohji asked in a quiet voice.

 

“Hn,” Aya answered.

 

“I meant what I said to you earlier,” he could hear the tremors in Yohji's voice, like the man expected him to bolt from the room.

 

“I know, You wouldn't have lied about that if you'd thought it was your last words,” he felt Yohji sigh.

 

“I've loved you for so long. It hurts, it's always hurt to love you,” Aya didn't doubt that for a second. He'd worked so hard to keep everyone at a safe distance that he hadn't thought he was hurting any of them.

 

“I'm yours, Yohi,” he couldn't return the words exactly, this was the best he could do. He loved Yohji so much, but he couldn't bring himself to say the L word. Instead he'd pledged his heart to the man. It meant more than that four letter word, didn't it?

 

“I've wanted to hear that from you for so long. I never thought it would ever happen,” Yohji's voice was hitched, like he was trying not to cry.