Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 14 ( Chapter 14 )

Chapter 14

 

 

Yohji smiled at Aya, who was reading, acting like nothing had happened. Maybe Aya didn't think he was serious.

 

“Aya, want to go somewhere?” Yohji smiled as Aya closed his book and gave him a small smile.

 

“What do you have in mind?” Okay, movies were out, Aya hated any sort of television. He thought it was a waste of time and brain cells. Drinking was out. Dancing was more than out.

 

“Dinner?” It was about the only thing he could come up with that was a romantic atmosphere without anything that Aya would hate.

 

“It bothers me. I can't tell Kritiker about Kaito. He saved our lives and I…I can't kill him right now, not when I owe him.”

 

“Hey, Aya? What about dinner?” Yohji repeated himself, grinning when Aya snapped out of his train of thoughts.

 

“Where?” Yohji paused at that. What types of food did Aya like the best? That was a hard question even with his extensive knowledge of Aya's likes and dislikes. Aya liked a little bit of everything.

 

“There's a good Italian restaurant that opened up last month, wanna check it out?” Aya just shrugged and rose from his seat. That was as much of a yes as he was going to get.

 

“Do we need to get changed?” Aya asked, looking down at his leather pants and black T-shirt. His eyes then skated over Yohji's leather pants and crop top.

 

“Nope. It's a place where you need to have sleeves on your shirt and no short skirts, but other than that there's not a damned thing they can do about it. Besides, we look hot like this. I wish you'd wear those pants more often,” he grinned when he caught a blush that Aya was trying to hide.

 

Aya grabbed a pair of knee high leather boots and slid them on, lacing them all the way up. He then grabbed a black leather coat out of the closet. He'd bought it in case he wanted to wear the leather pants out. Yohji had been surprised when he'd seen the coat Aya had bought.

 

It was strange to see Aya do something that he himself had done. But Aya wasn't doing it for vanity, he was sure he was doing it because he found leather as comfortable as Yohji did.

 

“That's so sexy on you,” Yohji leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He chuckled as Aya jerked back with surprise.

 

“I meant what I said before, Aya. I love you. Do you love me?” Yohji lay his hand against Aya's blushing cheek.

 

“I…I'm yours Yohji,” Aya repeated the words he'd said earlier. Yohji was going to have to content himself with that answer for now.

 

A loud knock at the door made them both jump. Yohji winced as the jerking motion strained his stitches a bit. He saw Aya doing the same.

 

Yohji whipped the door open, only to find Kaito standing there with a handful of roses.

 

“I don't know what happened to you to make you change this much, to stain you with blood, but I don't care what you've become! I still love you!” Kaito said, looking both sad and loving in the same breath.

 

“You call yourself Aya now, right? That's who you've become? I don't care, Aya! I love you no matter what!”

 

“Out of the way, Kaito, we're going to dinner,” Yohji reached down and linked his hand with Aya's.

 

“I'll win him from you! You'll see!” Kaito yelled, shoving the roses into Aya's hands. The redhead looked confused, like he wasn't sure what to do with the flowers.

 

“I can tell you two haven't been dating long, in fact, I'll bet you just started the other day! Aya and I have a long history together! I know all his likes and dislikes, I know how he walks and talks! I know that when he puts his hands in his pockets that he's bored, and that when his eye twitches he's pissed off. I know what he looks like when he's crying and what he looks like when he's truly happy! Do you even know one of those things without me having told you!” Kaito yelled at Yohji. Damn, the man was even more determined than he'd been before!

 

“Yeah, well, I haven't made him cry, so I wouldn't know about that!” Yohji snapped. It wasn't in his nature to get pissed off, but right now Kaito could go to hell!

 

“What about his smile? I haven't seen him really smile once since I got here! If you can't even make him smile then you're not good for him!”

 

“Piss off, Kaito!” Yohji yelled. He paused when Aya lay a hand on his chest to stop him from yelling anymore.

 

“Kaito, thank you for saving our lives, but you must understand that my place is with Yohji now, and while our relationship might be just starting that doesn't mean that its any less important than my relationship with you.

 

Yohji paused at that. What the hell did Aya just say? Did he just admit to still having feelings for that bastard? Was he really fighting Kaito for Aya's attention? He hoped that wasn't the case. He wasn't positive that he would win such a fight. Not when Kaito knew so much about who Aya used to be and still accepted that he was a murderer.

 

Like he was reading Yohji's mind Kaito spoke up. “I've seen blood on your face and it makes you even more beautiful, like a rose with the thorns still in it! I've seen the look on your face when you end the life of another and it amazes me that my delicate Ran became a beautiful dangerous man. But even though you're a new man I can still see some of the delicate Ran that I knew. Its like you're two beautiful people, and I love them both,” he smiled at Aya, completely ignoring Yohji.

 

“Kaito, we should be leaving now,” Aya said, dismissing him easily. Yohji was glad, he'd been half-expecting Aya to warm up to those words. They were as beautiful as some of the lines he'd used on girls.

 

Yohji walked with Aya, trying to ignore Kaito as they made their way to the restaurant.

 

They were lucky, it wasn't busy, so they were seated immediately. Kaito was out of luck, though, as the staff seated him quite a ways away from them.

 

Yohji ordered two white wines, while Aya wrinkled his nose at the idea of alcohol.

 

 

“Trust me, you'll like this. Besides, you can't have Italian food without wine. Normally it would be red, but I figured you'd like a sweeter drink.” Aya just nodded at that and ordered when the waitress came back with their drinks.

 

Yohji reached across the small table and threaded his fingers with Aya's. The redhead offered him a small tentative smile. Yohji couldn't help but grin at that. Aya was happy.

 

Yohji quickly ordered, trying not to laugh as the waitress gave him the eye.

 

“I really love you, Aya.”

 

“You've already said that a few times now,” Aya quirked an eyebrow at him.

 

“Well, I'm making up for lost time! I've loved you ever since I met you, but I was too cowardly to tell you. I thought you would run for the hills.”

 

“You're right, I would've. But I've always had feelings for you, as well.” That was all the incentive Yohji needed. He leaned across the table and brushed his lips against Aya's. Aya quivered at his touch, but leaned into the kiss, parting his lips in invitation. Yohji slid his tongue between Aya's lips and kissed him gently, sliding his tongue against Aya's.

 

Aya was more than enthusiastic, he was deepening the kiss, adding passion to a once soft kiss. Yohji plundered his mouth, groaning as Aya's hands tangled in his hair almost painfully, to keep him from pulling away.

 

“Um, excuse me, guys, but um, this isn't the type of place where you should be doing that,” the waitress said, her face bright red.

 

Yohji chuckled as he drew back. Aya's face was flushed, his lips swollen from the kisses, his eyes filled with passion. He looked amazing.

 

“I love you,” Yohji said for the hundredth time. Aya smirked and rolled his eyes at him. It was going to be a good night.