Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 17 ( Chapter 17 )

Chapter 17

 

 

Aya had a plan for this mission that he was sure none of the others would agree to. It had to be done, though, to flush out whomever the hell was stalking him? He could deal with this threat. He wasn't about to let one of the others be targeted because of a misconception.

 

He knew he was being watched, he just couldn't quite figure out from where. It was pissing him off. Yohji was silent the entire drive to the warehouse.

 

“Aya?” Yohji finally spoke once Aya parked the car. Aya pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't need any shit from Yohji right now.

 

“Can I have a kiss for good luck?” Was he serious?

 

“Grow up,” Aya snapped, climbing out of the car and grabbing his sword. Yohji looked kind of put out for a second, but then went into mission mode. Good. Aya couldn't afford to let Yohji think he cared right now. Not when he was going to…

 

He motioned for Yohji to take the other side of the building. There was one target this time, so the boys were staying home. It was just the two of them, just like he needed. If he were going to pull anything like this with the other two there they would try to stop him.

 

Aya silently slid inside the building. He kept to the shadows. This is where the man came to hide the trophies he took from his kills. He would be alone.

 

Aya caught sight of the target. Just as he was nearing he was beaten to the punch as Yohji's wires caught the man. Damn it!

 

Aya waited until the man was dead before he lunged for Yohji, grabbing him by the arm and swinging him hard at the wall. The blonde didn't even have time to react before Aya punched him square in the jaw, then the stomach. He grabbed his arm again and swung him forward only to slam him against the wall.

 

“The hell…” Yohji choked out as Aya shoved the sword against his neck.

 

“Who am I?” Aya demanded.

 

“Aya…”

 

“Wrong!” Aya pressed the sword harder.

 

“R…”

 

“Wrong!” now there was a thin line of blood from where the sword was pressing too hard.

 

“Abyssinian.” Yohji choked out.

 

“Louder!” Aya stared into his eyes, daring him to disobey. Yohji had to think he didn't care that he was hurting him. He wouldn't let them target Yohji by accident.

 

“Abyssinian! You fucker!” Yohji shouted back at him, glaring at him.

 

“Good,” Aya released him and walked away like nothing had happened.

 

“The hell is wrong with you, Aya? What did I do? You pissed because I stole your kill? Is that it?” Yohji stood outside the car, obviously unsure if he was welcomed inside.

 

“I was saving your life, be grateful and get in the car,” he wasn't going to wait all night. If Yohji didn't get in…Yohji slid into the passenger seat, still looking confused.

 

“How was beating the shit out of me saving my life? You were the only danger to me in there!” Yohji looked hurt. Shit. Aya felt bad, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

 

“Whomever left that gift this morning was leaving a message for me. Think about it. When we hunt down our targets we always wait until we know who's behind it all, cut off the head of the snake, so to speak. I don't want the next gift left for me to be your head, so I made you tell our enemies that I'm the one their looking for. Now you're in the clear until they can kill me. There's no way they would've thought Omi and Ken were the leaders of Weiss. So it had to be either you or me. I keep to myself most of the time, you are the one who draws the most attention to yourself. I didn't want there to be any misconceptions,” Aya wasn't about to lie about it now that he'd done what he'd really come to do.

 

“Are you freaking kidding me? Maybe we would've had more time to come up with a plan if you hadn't done something that stupid!” Yohji shouted, punching the dashboard.

 

“No, they would've done something like bombed us. At least right now they have a primary target. I'm a big boy, Yohji. I can take care of myself.” Aya caught Yohji's fist before the man could hit his car again. He'd forgive it once, but not twice.

 

“And I can't?” Now Yohji was getting really pissed, Aya could hear it in his voice. He wasn't shouting anymore, his voice had evened out and Aya knew that was a sign of serious rage.

 

“No, you can't. You go out drinking every damned night. You barely manage to stumble home sometimes, and rarely ever do you come home alone. You bring people into our home, people that you don't know anything about!” Aya'd already had about enough of this talk already. He was starting to get a migraine.

 

“I haven't done that ever since we had that first drinking game, Aya! Because you're the only one I want! I swear I won't ever go back to that other than on a mission! I've told you I love you a thousand times over and you decided to make me the one to write your death warrant? How could you!” Yohji was going to attack him once they got out of the car. He didn't mind. Yohji was entitled.

 

Aya climbed out of the car and stood still while Yohji stormed toward him.

 

“There's no sense in arguing about something that's already done, Yohji. I'll make it up to you. Go upstairs and get undressed,” that was better than a fight, right? Aya didn't care either way.

 

“Do you really think that will make this go away, Aya? That I've just been dying to screw your brains out so bad that I'll forget what you just forced me to do? I want you so bad it hurts. But you just made me kill the one person I love more than my own life. I…just get away from me. I can't deal with you right now,” Yohji was walking away? What the hell was going on?

 

Aya didn't know how to deal with that. He could fight, he could give himself over for a beating or worse, to sex, but being left alone hurt more than he ever would've expected.

 

He grabbed his sword and headed into the house. He wanted to run after Yohji, but then what? He didn't know if he could make this better.