Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 24

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24


Yohji took a drag of his cigarette. He wasn’t going inside yet. Aya was on the warpath and he so didn’t want to get in his way. Yohji had grabbed his mission gear and had dressed while Aya ripped through the house. As far as he knew, Omi and Ken were smart enough to get the hell out of his way.

Omi had only appeared to give Aya his coat, now mended, and then disappear back into his room, where Yohji supposed he and Ken were both sort of hiding out.

Regardless, he wasn’t out here just for a smoke, he was looking around for signs of anything suspicious. Being a former detective had its pluses, he knew what to look for. Problem was there were so many vehicles that looked possibly suspicious. If he told Aya the man would go through every single one with that sword of his.

He’d called Kritiker behind Aya’s back and told them about the camera. He could see their men scoping things out, trying to look like tourists. They would pass, too. The only reason Yohji knew they weren’t was because he recognized one or two of them.

Aya was going to be even more pissed when he found out. Yohji had told Kritiker to hide it from Aya, but the man wasn’t stupid. He’d notice.

Yohji nearly jumped out of his skin when the balcony door slammed open. He smiled at Aya, who looked ready to murder him. He had to admit that, even in mission gear with his sword ready and glaring at him, Aya was still damned hot.

“They called us!” Aya snarled.

“Come again?” Had Kritiker really been that stupid? Calling them to tell them that the lines were tapped or something? What sort of little yellow bus did these guys ride in on?

“Those assholes that threw knives at me called us! I swear I’m going to rip their lungs out when I find them!” Aya’s voice evened out, completely cold. This so wasn’t a good thing.

“What did they say?” Aya held out the phone to him so that he could play the message.

Well now, Balinese, this was unexpected. I guess we know why you ran back and protected that asshole. He must be a damned good fuck to get that kind of loyalty.

And Abyssinian? How are your wounds? They healing alright? If you thought the knives hurt then you don‘t know anything about pain! We’re going to make you scream, so be prepared. Of course nothing you do can really prepare you. We’re just that damned good!

As far as the other two kitties go, stay out of our way and we’ll stay out of yours. This does not concern children!

“Damn.” Yohji handed the phone back to Aya, who looked like he was contemplating smashing the thing.

“Aya, I hate to admit it, but you’re going to have to lay low for a while. You can’t work in the flower shop, and you sure as hell can’t go on missions. We have to play this safe,” Yohji winced when Aya’s eyes darkened. He was a breath away from getting hit. He didn’t want to get into a fist fight with Aya. First off, Aya was injured, and second, Yohji knew it was only a fifty fifty chance that he could defend himself against Aya.

“I’m not going to sit here and wait for them to come to me. I’m going to go and find them. You can stay or you can leave, but I’m going out to look. They can’t be too far.” Aya hissed and then stalked back inside.

“Shit!” Yohji stubbed out his cigarette and chased after Aya. Yohji grabbed his arm and stopped him. Aya whirled on him, but Yohji caught his fist, but Aya was already pulling his fist away and moving to kick.

He quickly mouthed Aya to stop. The man paused, realizing that Yohji wasn’t trying to pick a fight.

Yohji leaned in close to Aya’s ear. Damn it, the only way to stop Aya was to tell him. “Kritiker’s looking for them outside,” Yohji whispered in his ear.

“First Ken and now you? Is Omi going to be the one I have to rely on to keep his mouth shut? Because if that’s the case I’m leaving because that brat can’t hide a thing!” Aya snarled. Yohji was just glad that Aya’s voice was fairly quiet. He didn’t want Aya’s angry words to hurt the boys’ feelings.

“Don’t turn your anger on Omi just because you’re pissed at me. I won’t let you and neither will Ken. We’re a team. We have to pull through this together! We’re family! So quit being a dick and lets go downstairs and talk strategy.”

“Talk strategy while they listen in? Not your smartest plan, Kudou!” Aya turned and stormed off. Shit! He wasn’t going to be able to protect Aya outside!

“Aya, please! You’re not thinking with a clear head!” Yohji pleaded, chasing after him.

Aya obviously didn’t give a shit. He didn’t even spare Yohji a glance as he rushed out of the house.

The second Yohji flung himself out the doors a van sped out into traffic. What the hell! Shit! Aya had spooked them and they’d fled.

“You stupid asshole!” Yohji shouted, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcefully turning him. Yohji let go when he realized he’d aggravated Aya’s stitches when he’d pulled him. Probably the ones in his lower back, by the angle Aya had turned.

“Kritiker would’ve found them! They were right there!” Yohji backhanded him hard. He’d better be getting through that thick skull of his!

Yohji knew better than to hit him again. Aya let him do it once. There was no force on this earth that would get him away with doing it twice.

“There was only one of them. That’s why they left. I saw the driver. It was just a boy. He was around Omi’s age.” Aya said in that cold voice.

The one on the phone didn’t sound Omi’s age. And who tells the kids to stay home and then sends out their own team’s kids?” Yohji took his cue to shut up when Aya pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. The question was, how much did the kid really remind him of Omi? Would that make him hesitate?

Yohji didn’t think so. But then again, Aya had surprised him a few times with moments of humanity that weren’t confined to the team or his sister.

He wrapped an arm loosely around Aya’s back and led him back indoors. Aya followed complacently. Yohji wished that the whole team that hunted them had been there. I mean with so many Kritiker agents around it might’ve been fairly easy to take them down.

But no, Aya had jumped the gun and now they were, once again, playing the enemy’s game. The next move belonged to them, and all Yohji could do was sit back and wait for them to attack.