Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 35

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35


Yohji looked down at Aya’s slumbering form. He was in a full body cast. The doctors had told Yohji that the cast was the only thing holding his body together at this point. And the only thing keeping him breathing was a machine.

His face looked worn even in sleep. Aya hadn’t woken up since the operation. He was glad the others had let him be the one to see Aya.

There was no sign of life from the man he loved. Yohji leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, but it wasn’t a fairy tale. Aya wasn’t going to wake up just because he’d kissed him.

Aya didn’t look like he had any intention of waking up at all. Yohji could hope and pray all he wanted, but he knew that Aya wasn’t going to wake up. The doctors had pronounced him comatose.

“Aya, we need you. Don’t sleep too long,” Yohji whispered, climbing up on the bed beside him. He rested his head on Aya’s chest. The cast was hard and cold under his cheek. But it didn’t matter. He needed to be as close to Aya as he could get. Anything to reassure himself that Aya was alive.

“I tried to get to you as soon as I could, but I was too far away. Its awful that I had to call in Kritiker to rescue you. I didn’t want anyone to see you in that condition. But what else could I do? I just hope you can hear me. I hope you understand. I need you more than anything. I have nothing else…I want nothing else than to hold you in my arms.” Tears streaked down Yohji’s cheeks. He didn’t know if Aya could hear him.


Three years went by. Yohji visited Aya every day. Every day Yohji kissed Aya and put a stuffed bear in Aya’s hands, giving him some sort of contact for when he wasn’t there.

The cast was removed long ago, leaving a myriad of scars on that beautiful body. Yohji spent an hour a day working with Aya’s body, stretching his arms and legs to try to keep his strength up.

It all seemed useless now. Yohji spent his days and nights with a bottle in his hand and a needle in his arm. Ken and Omi were doing their best to help him, but even they were starting to give up. Weiss didn’t exist anymore. Ken and Omi were doing jobs with the Crashers while trying to help Yohji through his alcohol addiction.

They didn’t know about his other addiction. There was no way he was going to tell them that he was on drugs just to be able to stay sane.

As far as he was concerned Aya wasn’t going to wake up. But that didn’t stop him from coming to see him every day. The doctors had told him that Aya could hear him. He had to believe that.

“Hey, baby. I hope you’re alright, because I sure as hell am not. I’m so fucked up. I don’t exist anymore. I’m just…lost without you. You know?” He shut his eyes tight, fighting the same tears he’d fought for years now.

The doctors had told him that Aya had shown signs of rape after everything he’d been through. It was too much for him to accept. Then to find out that the sons of bitches that had done this to Aya had belonged to Kritiker. Yohji just couldn’t do missions for someone who would create a team like that.

Manx knew about his alcoholism. It was fine, though. He’d sold everything he owned for the drinks and drugs. The last of his bank account he’d drained last week and now he was itching all over, needing something in his veins. Now he was barely living with Omi and Ken, who were paying the rent on their own, taking pity on him.

Yohji leaned down and kissed Aya full on the mouth like he always did. Tasting what he’d lost.

He stumbled backwards, nearly falling on his ass when Aya gasped into his mouth. Yohji stared stupidly as Aya’s violet eyes slid open.

“I’m so fucked up,” Yohji rubbed at his eyes. He’d hallucinated Aya waking up a thousand times, but never had it been this intense. He’d felt Aya’s breath in his mouth, felt his body jerk under his hands.

The machines attached to Aya that read his heartbeat were going wild. Nurses were racing into the room, shoving Yohji out as they went to work.

This was really happening! He was sure of it.!

Yohji pulled out his phone and dialled Ken’s cell.

What is it, Yohji? Ken asked, sounding exasperated.

“He’s awake! Aya’s awake! You have to come down here!” He was weeping, sobbing into the phone.

Yohji, enough’s enough. You need to come home. Its too much. You need to move on, Ken sounded like he was fighting off tears. Had Yohji called Ken every time he’d hallucinated Aya’s waking?

“No, I mean the nurses came running. They’re all…”

Yohji, I’ll send someone to come and pick you up. You need to come home now. Its getting ridiculous. We’re worried about you. You need to get some help.

“I’m not going anywhere, Ken. He’s awake! I’m not leaving the waiting room until I can take him home! Just…please, you and Omi need to be here!”

Okay, we’re on our way. Just stay where you are, we’ll come and check and then we’re bringing you home.

He didn’t remember how many times he must’ve claimed Aya was up. Hell, he didn’t remember much these days.

He grabbed the first doctor he saw.

“He’s awake, right? Can I see him?” Yohji knew he was bawling like a child.

“Yeah. You can see him.” the man patted him on the arm, smiling at him for once. That’s right, normally the doctors had that sympathetic look on their faces, feeling sorry for him that he thought his lover was awake.

Yohji practically sprinted into the room.

“Hey, baby,” Yohji said, panting for his breath as he looked at Aya. The redhead was propped up with pillows, looking exhausted.

“Sleep that long and you’re still tired, eh? They call that sleep poison,” he teased. Aya offered him a tiny smile.

“I want to leave this place,” Aya said, his voice hoarse from lack of use. Yohji raced to the side of the bed, sitting down and wrapping his arms around Aya, who leaned into him.

“You look like shit,” Aya whispered in his ear.

“You look more beautiful than ever.” Yohji kissed him harder than he should’ve. The kiss was frantic, desperate and consuming. He’d smothered him so much that Aya started to struggle to pull away.

When Yohji finally drew back Aya looked dizzy.

“sorry. I just…God I missed you!”