Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 27
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By: Joybug 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.04.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 187 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.04.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 187 | Status: Work In Progress
28
Yohji was going to kill that stubborn bastard! He shook his head as he watched Aya gear up for the mission. He couldn’t very well leave Aya behind, but…did the man have to throw himself into the enemy’s sights?
“Relax, Yohji. The only way for us to do this is to pull them out into the open,” Aya assured, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss that was meant to calm him down. It did the opposite. Aya wasn’t the type of person to comfort another. It meant that Aya was positive he was going to die. That he didn’t want to end it on some sort of argument.
Yohji was going to kick his ass if he tried anything stupid. Aya had that level headed look that pissed Yohji off to no end. It meant that he had a plan and wasn’t going to share.
It was like things had somewhat gone back to the way they used to be, with Aya completely cold and aloof, only it was slightly different. It was like Aya was trying to hide that he was being cold and aloof.
What the hell was going on?
Being out of the loop on something this important scared the hell out of Yohji. He couldn’t go back to the way things were, spending every night with a stranger in his arms instead of holding the person he loved more than life itself.
He couldn’t go back to that lonely life. If Aya died he would die with him, leaving behind an empty shell like how Aya’s little sister had been, only he’d have no intention of ever waking.
Yohji reached out and grabbed Aya by the arm. Screw the fact that the boys were watching, he yanked Aya into his arms and kissed him hard. He put everything he had into that kiss, every ounce of love and worry pouring into Aya, pushing it in with his tongue. Leaving Aya panting and flushed when he pulled away.
“Don’t do anything stupid!” Yohji warned, zipping up his coat. He received a glare in response before Aya went back to dressing, buckling his coat closed and sliding on his leather gloves.
“it’s a basic mission, we get in we get out. No fucking around,” Yohji said. Ken and Omi nodded. Aya didn’t even give a sign that he was paying attention. He just grabbed his sword and walked out the door to the car.
Yohji ran to keep up. There was no way he was letting Aya drive alone! He ran as fast as he could as Aya slammed the car door and pushed the key into the ignition. Aya reached over and slapped the locks down. What the hell?
Yohji’s eyes widened as he realized what Aya was doing! He’s taking off!
Yohji ran to his own car, but paused when he saw the slashed tires. When the hell had Aya done that to his car?
Yohji slammed into his car anyway, starting the engine. He frowned when the car wouldn’t start. He punched the wheel when he saw that the car was on empty. Aya had the time to sieve all the gas out of his car, too?
Shit! He wished he would’ve thought to put a damned tracker on Aya’s car. But then he hadn’t expected the bullheaded idiot to ditch him. He supposed he should’ve expected it. But he’d really thought he had enough of Aya’s trust to fight this together.
“Leave it to me to fall in love with a damned martyr!” Yohji didn’t know what to do. Unless Aya’s cellphone had the GPS on he was screwed.
“Yohji, what the hell?” Ken said when Yohji climbed back out of his car.
“Aya just said screw the mission and screw all of us, from what I gather. That idiot thinks he’s protecting us by getting himself killed!” Yohji locked the car and leaned against it.
“Can’t we trace him or something? We can’t just let him take off, right? There has to be something we can do!” Omi looked like he was ready to cry.
Yohji pulled out his cellphone and called Pawn. Maybe the kid had been paying attention.
“Hey. I don’t suppose you saw where Ran was heading? Yeah, he slashed my tires and stole my gas so that he could escape. If we don’t find him he’s going to end up dead. Even he can’t fight an entire team of assassins all by himself!”
Well, I saw him turn down Maine street. Knight is trying to figure out where he’s headed so that we can head him off. I’ll send you a map on your vid screen.
Yohji got into his car and turned the screen on. There was Pawn, as bright eyed and bushy tailed as Yohji had mentally pictured him. He was there for a split second in greeting before he vanished and a map showed up.
The map is of Knight’s car, not Ran’s. But Knight is in the direction Ran is going. Its hard to keep up with him!
Yohji did the only thing he could. He called a taxi. It was ridiculous, to say the least, to chase Aya in a taxi. The driver was going to get a lot of money out of him tonight.
When he found the asshole he was going to lay into him. Aya was going to have to learn to behave rationally. I mean who did he think he was?
Aya was hurting him far more than he would ever know. He felt like he’d been crushed in a vice. He felt lost.
The real question was does the enemy know that he ran off on his own?
Yohji lit a cigarette. It was going to be a long night.
Yohji was going to kill that stubborn bastard! He shook his head as he watched Aya gear up for the mission. He couldn’t very well leave Aya behind, but…did the man have to throw himself into the enemy’s sights?
“Relax, Yohji. The only way for us to do this is to pull them out into the open,” Aya assured, leaning in and giving him a quick kiss that was meant to calm him down. It did the opposite. Aya wasn’t the type of person to comfort another. It meant that Aya was positive he was going to die. That he didn’t want to end it on some sort of argument.
Yohji was going to kick his ass if he tried anything stupid. Aya had that level headed look that pissed Yohji off to no end. It meant that he had a plan and wasn’t going to share.
It was like things had somewhat gone back to the way they used to be, with Aya completely cold and aloof, only it was slightly different. It was like Aya was trying to hide that he was being cold and aloof.
What the hell was going on?
Being out of the loop on something this important scared the hell out of Yohji. He couldn’t go back to the way things were, spending every night with a stranger in his arms instead of holding the person he loved more than life itself.
He couldn’t go back to that lonely life. If Aya died he would die with him, leaving behind an empty shell like how Aya’s little sister had been, only he’d have no intention of ever waking.
Yohji reached out and grabbed Aya by the arm. Screw the fact that the boys were watching, he yanked Aya into his arms and kissed him hard. He put everything he had into that kiss, every ounce of love and worry pouring into Aya, pushing it in with his tongue. Leaving Aya panting and flushed when he pulled away.
“Don’t do anything stupid!” Yohji warned, zipping up his coat. He received a glare in response before Aya went back to dressing, buckling his coat closed and sliding on his leather gloves.
“it’s a basic mission, we get in we get out. No fucking around,” Yohji said. Ken and Omi nodded. Aya didn’t even give a sign that he was paying attention. He just grabbed his sword and walked out the door to the car.
Yohji ran to keep up. There was no way he was letting Aya drive alone! He ran as fast as he could as Aya slammed the car door and pushed the key into the ignition. Aya reached over and slapped the locks down. What the hell?
Yohji’s eyes widened as he realized what Aya was doing! He’s taking off!
Yohji ran to his own car, but paused when he saw the slashed tires. When the hell had Aya done that to his car?
Yohji slammed into his car anyway, starting the engine. He frowned when the car wouldn’t start. He punched the wheel when he saw that the car was on empty. Aya had the time to sieve all the gas out of his car, too?
Shit! He wished he would’ve thought to put a damned tracker on Aya’s car. But then he hadn’t expected the bullheaded idiot to ditch him. He supposed he should’ve expected it. But he’d really thought he had enough of Aya’s trust to fight this together.
“Leave it to me to fall in love with a damned martyr!” Yohji didn’t know what to do. Unless Aya’s cellphone had the GPS on he was screwed.
“Yohji, what the hell?” Ken said when Yohji climbed back out of his car.
“Aya just said screw the mission and screw all of us, from what I gather. That idiot thinks he’s protecting us by getting himself killed!” Yohji locked the car and leaned against it.
“Can’t we trace him or something? We can’t just let him take off, right? There has to be something we can do!” Omi looked like he was ready to cry.
Yohji pulled out his cellphone and called Pawn. Maybe the kid had been paying attention.
“Hey. I don’t suppose you saw where Ran was heading? Yeah, he slashed my tires and stole my gas so that he could escape. If we don’t find him he’s going to end up dead. Even he can’t fight an entire team of assassins all by himself!”
Well, I saw him turn down Maine street. Knight is trying to figure out where he’s headed so that we can head him off. I’ll send you a map on your vid screen.
Yohji got into his car and turned the screen on. There was Pawn, as bright eyed and bushy tailed as Yohji had mentally pictured him. He was there for a split second in greeting before he vanished and a map showed up.
The map is of Knight’s car, not Ran’s. But Knight is in the direction Ran is going. Its hard to keep up with him!
Yohji did the only thing he could. He called a taxi. It was ridiculous, to say the least, to chase Aya in a taxi. The driver was going to get a lot of money out of him tonight.
When he found the asshole he was going to lay into him. Aya was going to have to learn to behave rationally. I mean who did he think he was?
Aya was hurting him far more than he would ever know. He felt like he’d been crushed in a vice. He felt lost.
The real question was does the enemy know that he ran off on his own?
Yohji lit a cigarette. It was going to be a long night.