Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 22

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

22



Yohji had expected Aya to scare him, maybe rough him up a little, but not this! Aya had started cutting Kaito, who shouted each time. Worst part was Aya was starting to enjoy it.

“You could make this easy on yourself, Kaito,” Aya said in that cold tone that made Yohji wince.

“Look! Even your lover looks away! He can’t stand to look at you right now!” Kaito shouted.

Yohji’s head whipped around in time to catch Aya’s shocked look. Aya looked pained for a split second, but then glared at him and turned back to Kaito.

“Good thing I don’t need his approval,” Aya hissed, this time grabbing Kaito’s hand and holding it down while positioning his sword over Kaito’s fingers.

“I’m finished with shallow cuts, Kaito. I think I’m going to start severing fingers. Only you can stop me.” God! Yohji did not want to watch this!!!

“You wouldn’t do this to me, Ran, not you!” Kaito pleaded, sobbing. Yohji reached out and lay a hand on Aya’s shoulder. Aya had to stop now. They weren’t evil like their targets. They didn’t do this sort of thing!

“Aya, we have to stop now. He’s not going to talk,” Yohji wrapped an arm loosely around Aya’s chest and pulled him back.

“You said over and over that you wanted to save my life, but you didn’t step up to the plate when it counted, now did you?” Aya taunted Kaito.

“They always get their mark, Aya! Always! I can’t protect you any other way than to hide you!” Kaito shouted.

The doorbell from upstairs startled Yohji. Who would be stopping over at this time of night?

“Whether or not he talks is no longer up to us to decide,” Yohji didn’t like the smile on Aya’s face. It was cruel.

“I called Kritiker and told them that he has all the information they need about the people that hacked into their systems and is hunting one of their teams. They seemed interested, to say the least.”

“Aya!” Yohji shouted. What the hell was he thinking! Yeah, they needed all the intel they could get, but Kaito wasn’t a bad person, just a mislead one. He’d done some dick things in the past, but he genuinely loved Aya, and for Aya to throw him to the wolves it was just…

“Do you think I’m wrong?” Aya asked, frowning at him. Yohji leaned in and kissed his forehead before wrapping his arms around him. There was no sense in making him regret what he’d done, he’d just brood over it later and feel guilty, maybe guilty enough to do something stupid and get himself killed.

“They have to die, Aya, or they’ll keep coming for you,” Yohji said, it was all he could offer right now, and it wasn’t even a real answer.

“I guess he really has won, hasn’t he? I wouldn’t be able to hold you after seeing you torture someone. It disturbed him, but he holds you anyway!” Kaito shouted. Yohji mouthed a ‘sorry’ at Kaito over Aya’s head. And he meant it. He wished he could free Kaito and get him the hell away from Kritiker, but there wasn’t a thing he could do. And if he saved him then Aya might die.

“Yohji, would you take Aya upstairs,” Manx said. Yohji was surprised Aya didn’t snarl at her something about ‘not taking him anywhere’. Aya surprised him again by actually letting Yohji lead him toward the stairs.

“Its fine, Aya, we should get you to bed anyway. You need your rest,” Yohji said very quietly. He kept an arm loosely around Aya in case the redhead got dizzy from the bloodloss or anything. Aya had teetered three times while cutting Kaito, and not because he was squeamish.

“I guess she knows about us,” Yohji chuckled. He wondered how long she had known. There was no way she would let on if he asked her, though.

“Yeah,” Aya said quietly, not sounding at all like himself. He sounded worn out, and rightfully so.

Yohji steered him toward the bathroom first, wetting a cloth and cleaning the blood that had splashed on his hands, and arms without having to soak his stitched up hand. There was a bit on his face, too, but that was from him smearing some on his face accidentally from his gloves before they’d gotten home.

Yohji cleaned him up carefully, making sure that there wasn’t a drop left. He didn’t want Aya to worry about the details. The man needed to rest.

Yohji led him down the hall.

“My room,” Aya said very quietly. Yohji nodded, leading Aya, who was looking pretty pale, into his bedroom. Aya wasn’t pale from the bloodloss, he hadn’t liked that side of himself any more than Yohji had.

Yohji helped him climb into the bed, pulling the blankets up over him. Aya’s hand snaked out and grabbed his wrist when he tried to leave.

“Stay?” Yohji offered Aya the warmest smile he could in this situation. Aya needed his comfort right now, not to see the worry that etched itself into his mind. Kritiker had damned well better find out information from Kaito, or all this was for nothing! Aya was in pain, and it had better be worth it.

Yohji slid into the bed beside Aya, careful of his injuries.

“Thank you for stopping me,” Aya said so quietly Yohji was sure he wasn’t supposed to hear. He didn’t answer, just gently pulled Aya up against his chest.

“Goodnight, Aya,” Yohji whispered. Aya just grunted in response. Yohji knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep, but if he stayed still long enough Aya would be able to, at least. Right now all he could think about was that he had almost lost Aya tonight. Had he not run back and grabbed Aya by the arm the next hit would’ve been right on target. He could bet that even Aya hadn’t seen the guy throw it, nor had he the time to see where it would’ve hit. It would’ve gotten him right between the eyes.

Whomever the thrower was had to be pretty pissed at Yohji right now. Well, too damned bad for him!