Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 36
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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: 1.3K | Visits: 211 | 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: 1.3K | Visits: 211 | Status: Work In Progress
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Aya looked at Omi and Ken, who were both crying. The two launched at him and wrapped their arms around him. It was awkward to say the least. Aya was too shocked to push them away. What was their problem? He waited for the boys to pry themselves off him.
First Yohji’s hysterics, and now these two, as well? What was going on? Aya looked down at his arms. They were healed. How in the hell were they healed? They’d barely been attached last he’d looked. Then it dawned on him.
“How long have I been here?” his voice hurt, another sign that he’d been there a while. All he could remember was those monsters that had pulled him apart like pulling the wings off a butterfly. Then he’d heard Yohji’s voice, felt him, but couldn’t wake to hold him in his arms when he felt Yohji crying. It seemed like Yohji had done nothing but cry for…however long Aya had been under.
“Three years. God! We’re so glad to have you back!” Ken was swiping at his tears even though more were coming.
“When Yohji said you were awake we’d thought he was hallucinating again. He hasn’t been himself since…we’ve had to take care of him. He’s a real mess. He needs you so much,” Omi said, smiling sadly at him.
Yeah, Yohji had looked like shit, but Aya hadn’t quite known what to make of it. Yohji was thinner than usual and a bit shaky. Aya hadn’t the heart to ask him what the hell was wrong with him, not when Yohji was bawling his eyes out.
Three years explained it. Well, things were going to change. Aya was going to go home and keep Yohji’s self-destructive behaviour at bay.
“I’m leaving the hospital.” Aya decided. He was surprised when he was able to stand. He’d been expecting to fall on his face when he’d placed his feet on the ground and pulled himself up.
“Yohji’s been exercising your body every day, doing leg lifts and stuff. He’d asked a physiotherapist to also work with you once a day. Kritiker was paying for it on the off chance that you might wake up one day.” Ken explained. It made sense. Kritiker would want him back in the field as soon as possible.
“Yohji brought you some clothes. He’s kept the gym bag over there full of clean clothes for three years. He switches them out every day so that they don’t get that dingy smell to them.”
Aya had never guessed Yohji would be so lost without him. Lost was the only way to describe it. Yohji had it way worse than Aya had when Aya-Chan was in the hospital. He’d visited as often as possible, but he hadn’t gone this far.
“He’s an alcoholic at this point. He won’t listen to us and get help. He needs you to help him.” Omi looked terrified of how he would take that news. Aya just nodded. He would take care of Yohji.
He walked over to the gym bag and grabbed it, tossing it on the bed. He paused, glaring at Omi and Ken until they got the hint and turned their backs to him. He didn’t need them gaping at whatever scars he might have from those bastards.
He pulled on the leather pants and black sleeveless shirt. Yohji’s taste in clothes hadn’t changed, that was for sure, always wanting Aya in tight clothes.
“You can turn around now,” Aya said in a deadpan as he grabbed the boots. Crap. It was hard to get those on. When he leaned down he got dizzy.
“Oh! Let me get those!” Omi ran to his side, kneeling down and helping Aya get his feet into the heavy boots, lacing them up to the knees.
“Yohji really should’ve thought this over before he brought you those boots. What a hopeless idiot,” Ken griped. Aya just smiled. Same old Yohji, thoughtless in his thoughtfulness.
Aya felt a bit off balance in the chunky boots, but it was fine. There was no way he was going to let the others know that.
He followed Ken and Omi out into the waiting room, where Yohji was waiting, jittering like a…no, Yohji was just nervous, that was all.
Aya walked over to Yohji, gently cupping Yohji’s cheeks in his hands he leaned in and kissed him gently.
“Aya, you shouldn’t be walking around so soon!” Yohji stood up, taking him by the arm. Aya pulled his arm away. Like he was really going to let Yohji drag him back to the bed?
“We’re going home now. I will not stay in this place,” Aya grabbed Yohji by the arm instead and led him toward the doors. He wasn’t strong enough to force Yohji to follow, but he refused to let go as he walked, and Yohji seemed to take the hint enough to just follow him.
“I missed you so much, Aya,” Yohji said, wrapping an arm around his waist as they walked.
“You did say as much before. I heard you, when I was…out cold. I heard you crying telling me you missed me. I didn’t understand it before, but I didn’t know what was going on,” Aya said very quietly so that only Yohji could hear him.
Aya let Yohji lead him to the car. He sat in the passenger seat, a place where Yohji could keep an eye on him. It didn’t matter to him. He was alive.
Yohji was talking to him the entire drive, filling him in on the details of the past few years. Aya was getting incredibly drowsy. He supposed it was because he wasn’t used to being awake.
He closed his eyes only to be shaken almost violently awake as the car came to a screeching halt.
“Don’t sleep on me again, baby, I can’t handle it if you leave,” Yohji pleaded, his eyes panicked.
“I’m tired,” Aya wanted to shove Yohji away to keep him from shaking him any further. His attempts were useless. Sure, he could get around, but he wouldn’t be able to do missions yet, or even stay awake for long periods of time. He’d seen the same thing with Aya-chan. His body wasn’t used to so much stimulus anymore.
“You can’t sleep! You have to stay awake!” Yohji screamed. Ken and Omi were already reaching between them, shoving Yohji off him.
“Stop it! You’re going to hurt him! Let him rest a bit!” Ken shouted, hitting Yohji hard enough to snap the man out of his hysterics.
Aya collapsed back into the seat, gasping for his breath. He couldn’t handle Yohji’s fit right now.
“Aya, I just can’t…I can’t be without you again,” Yohji had tears streaming down his cheeks. Aya reached up and touched one of them, feeling its wetness at his touch.
“Why don’t you two get in the back seat. I’ll drive,” Ken said, his hands up. Aya opened his door and walked to the back door, switching seats with Omi. Yohji followed him, switching with Ken.
Aya leaned over and rested his head against Yohji’s shoulder. Yohji felt so warm against him. Aya let his eyes droop closed, exhaling deeply. He just needed to sleep.
Aya looked at Omi and Ken, who were both crying. The two launched at him and wrapped their arms around him. It was awkward to say the least. Aya was too shocked to push them away. What was their problem? He waited for the boys to pry themselves off him.
First Yohji’s hysterics, and now these two, as well? What was going on? Aya looked down at his arms. They were healed. How in the hell were they healed? They’d barely been attached last he’d looked. Then it dawned on him.
“How long have I been here?” his voice hurt, another sign that he’d been there a while. All he could remember was those monsters that had pulled him apart like pulling the wings off a butterfly. Then he’d heard Yohji’s voice, felt him, but couldn’t wake to hold him in his arms when he felt Yohji crying. It seemed like Yohji had done nothing but cry for…however long Aya had been under.
“Three years. God! We’re so glad to have you back!” Ken was swiping at his tears even though more were coming.
“When Yohji said you were awake we’d thought he was hallucinating again. He hasn’t been himself since…we’ve had to take care of him. He’s a real mess. He needs you so much,” Omi said, smiling sadly at him.
Yeah, Yohji had looked like shit, but Aya hadn’t quite known what to make of it. Yohji was thinner than usual and a bit shaky. Aya hadn’t the heart to ask him what the hell was wrong with him, not when Yohji was bawling his eyes out.
Three years explained it. Well, things were going to change. Aya was going to go home and keep Yohji’s self-destructive behaviour at bay.
“I’m leaving the hospital.” Aya decided. He was surprised when he was able to stand. He’d been expecting to fall on his face when he’d placed his feet on the ground and pulled himself up.
“Yohji’s been exercising your body every day, doing leg lifts and stuff. He’d asked a physiotherapist to also work with you once a day. Kritiker was paying for it on the off chance that you might wake up one day.” Ken explained. It made sense. Kritiker would want him back in the field as soon as possible.
“Yohji brought you some clothes. He’s kept the gym bag over there full of clean clothes for three years. He switches them out every day so that they don’t get that dingy smell to them.”
Aya had never guessed Yohji would be so lost without him. Lost was the only way to describe it. Yohji had it way worse than Aya had when Aya-Chan was in the hospital. He’d visited as often as possible, but he hadn’t gone this far.
“He’s an alcoholic at this point. He won’t listen to us and get help. He needs you to help him.” Omi looked terrified of how he would take that news. Aya just nodded. He would take care of Yohji.
He walked over to the gym bag and grabbed it, tossing it on the bed. He paused, glaring at Omi and Ken until they got the hint and turned their backs to him. He didn’t need them gaping at whatever scars he might have from those bastards.
He pulled on the leather pants and black sleeveless shirt. Yohji’s taste in clothes hadn’t changed, that was for sure, always wanting Aya in tight clothes.
“You can turn around now,” Aya said in a deadpan as he grabbed the boots. Crap. It was hard to get those on. When he leaned down he got dizzy.
“Oh! Let me get those!” Omi ran to his side, kneeling down and helping Aya get his feet into the heavy boots, lacing them up to the knees.
“Yohji really should’ve thought this over before he brought you those boots. What a hopeless idiot,” Ken griped. Aya just smiled. Same old Yohji, thoughtless in his thoughtfulness.
Aya felt a bit off balance in the chunky boots, but it was fine. There was no way he was going to let the others know that.
He followed Ken and Omi out into the waiting room, where Yohji was waiting, jittering like a…no, Yohji was just nervous, that was all.
Aya walked over to Yohji, gently cupping Yohji’s cheeks in his hands he leaned in and kissed him gently.
“Aya, you shouldn’t be walking around so soon!” Yohji stood up, taking him by the arm. Aya pulled his arm away. Like he was really going to let Yohji drag him back to the bed?
“We’re going home now. I will not stay in this place,” Aya grabbed Yohji by the arm instead and led him toward the doors. He wasn’t strong enough to force Yohji to follow, but he refused to let go as he walked, and Yohji seemed to take the hint enough to just follow him.
“I missed you so much, Aya,” Yohji said, wrapping an arm around his waist as they walked.
“You did say as much before. I heard you, when I was…out cold. I heard you crying telling me you missed me. I didn’t understand it before, but I didn’t know what was going on,” Aya said very quietly so that only Yohji could hear him.
Aya let Yohji lead him to the car. He sat in the passenger seat, a place where Yohji could keep an eye on him. It didn’t matter to him. He was alive.
Yohji was talking to him the entire drive, filling him in on the details of the past few years. Aya was getting incredibly drowsy. He supposed it was because he wasn’t used to being awake.
He closed his eyes only to be shaken almost violently awake as the car came to a screeching halt.
“Don’t sleep on me again, baby, I can’t handle it if you leave,” Yohji pleaded, his eyes panicked.
“I’m tired,” Aya wanted to shove Yohji away to keep him from shaking him any further. His attempts were useless. Sure, he could get around, but he wouldn’t be able to do missions yet, or even stay awake for long periods of time. He’d seen the same thing with Aya-chan. His body wasn’t used to so much stimulus anymore.
“You can’t sleep! You have to stay awake!” Yohji screamed. Ken and Omi were already reaching between them, shoving Yohji off him.
“Stop it! You’re going to hurt him! Let him rest a bit!” Ken shouted, hitting Yohji hard enough to snap the man out of his hysterics.
Aya collapsed back into the seat, gasping for his breath. He couldn’t handle Yohji’s fit right now.
“Aya, I just can’t…I can’t be without you again,” Yohji had tears streaming down his cheeks. Aya reached up and touched one of them, feeling its wetness at his touch.
“Why don’t you two get in the back seat. I’ll drive,” Ken said, his hands up. Aya opened his door and walked to the back door, switching seats with Omi. Yohji followed him, switching with Ken.
Aya leaned over and rested his head against Yohji’s shoulder. Yohji felt so warm against him. Aya let his eyes droop closed, exhaling deeply. He just needed to sleep.