Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 37

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

37


Yohji pounded on the bathroom door.

“Open it, Aya!” He shouted.

“Go away!” Aya shouted back. Yohji could hear him cough at the effort.

“What if you need my help?” Yohji picked the lock and walked in. He knew Aya might be stubborn, but Aya couldn’t go from room to room without getting tired, so Yohji had made it his mission to be at his side every minute of every day just in case he got dizzy or something.

He’d been asleep when Aya had snuck out. He’d heard the bathroom door shut. It had taken him a second, but then he’d realized that it hadn’t been a dream, Aya was home!

“Not everything qualifies as ‘us time’, Yohji,” Aya growled turning on the shower and stepping in.

“Yeah, well this one does qualify. You’re not having a goddamned shower!” Yohji caught the shower door before Aya could slam it.

“I’m not an invalid! Get out !” Aya screamed. Yohji knew Aya couldn’t really hurt him badly right now. He could hit him, but he wasn’t up to full strength and the effort would exhaust him. So Aya had resorted to yelling at him instead.

Ken and Omi were staying clear of Aya right now unless Aya came in the room they were already in. They’d said they shouldn’t smother Aya.

“Compromise a bit. You’re not dirty, you just want a shower because it feels good. So lets make it a bath so I don’t have to worry about you falling and bashing your brains out, okay?” Aya frowned but nodded. Yohji slapped the plug into place and helped Aya, who glared at him, to sit down without falling down. The tub was an easy place to fall when it was already wet, he wasn’t going to let Aya slip.

“Mind if I join you?” he wasn’t going to jump in the tub with him without permission. Aya had compromised and Yohji would have to as well.

“If you think you must. Just…make it fast, the air is cold.”

Yohji made quick work of his clothes and then slid into the tub, closing the shower doors to keep the hot air inside.

“Which side do you want me on?” Yohji asked. He was pretty sure he knew what the answer was. Aya wanted him as far away as possible. Was being around him really that bad? Yohji supposed so. I mean he was pretty well at rock bottom and Aya had just kind of walked in on seeing him look that bad. Aya hadn’t even known that much time had passed. So to Aya it was like waking up and suddenly noticing that your boyfriend was all fucked up. He’d probably reeked of booze, too.

“I swear to god you’re like a fucking puppy! Get over here!” Aya growled, glaring at him. Aya let Yohji squeeze in behind him.

Yohji wrapped his arms loosely around Aya, he inhaled the scent of Aya’s hair.

“If you start to cry again you’re out,” Aya warned.

“Been doing that a lot, have I?”

“Like a girl. Leave you alone for three years and you turn into a wuss,” Aya teased, leaning his head back to grin at him. Yohji snorted at that, kissing Aya’s forehead.

“What’s been going on since I left?”

“Um, well, I’ve been here drinking and Ken and Omi are temporarily helping out the Crashers. Of course that’ll end now that you’ve come home,” Aya felt so warm in his arms. The only real thing in his life.

“Which part?”

“Both, I hope. Ken and Omi are back for sure. Kritiker already called to make sure you were with us. I think we forgot to sign you out of the hospital. We were just too damned eager to get you home. Kritiker said as soon as you’re back on your feet we’ll be getting our marching orders again.”

“You don’t sound too enthusiastic about that. Why didn’t you join the Crashers with Omi and Ken? Or better yet, why didn’t you continue with Weiss? You three can hold your own.” He could feel Aya’s body relaxing. He was going to fall asleep.

“I couldn’t work for someone who created the monsters that did this to you. I just…”

“We’re all monsters, Yohji. You should know that already. We’ve all killed. How can you claim to love a killer and then refuse to work for someone because they send out killers? It doesn’t make any sense. They weren’t like that because of Kritiker. They just had better organization and a place to hide because of Kritiker. Don’t think for a second that Kritiker made them. No more than Kritiker made us.”

“I wonder sometimes. I would’ve killed the bastards that killed Asuka, but I would’ve stopped after that. The same with you. You wanted Takatori dead, so you would’ve killed him and then moved on. Ken would’ve gone after his revenge, too. And, if it weren’t for Kritiker Omi could’ve lived a normal…”

“You’re wrong on all counts, Yohji. Without Kritiker we would all be dead without any of our revenge. They gave us what we needed, and we chose to use it to kill every time. Most importantly, and don’t think for a second otherwise, you and I would not be here together, if we weren’t in this line of work. Even if we had magically survived, we wouldn’t have even looked at each other. We’re way too different. Its amazing we even got together while working together. So before you go pissing on your job maybe you should look at it in another light.”

Yohji winced in pain suddenly when Aya’s hand tightened brutally on his forearm.

“Anything else you want to tell me?” Aya asked, his voice suddenly icy. Yohji looked down at the track marks on his arm.

“How about I just say I’m an idiot, you can agree, and we can drop it,” Yohji pulled his arm away. He hadn’t intended for Aya to find out. Hell, while Aya was downstairs forcing himself to eat despite Omi’s warning Yohji had run upstairs and thrown any evidence out. He hadn’t had any more in a week. Mainly because he was out of money other than the little bit he had left to buy alcohol.

“I stopped last week. I swear…I ran out of money. I was actually weighing my options, and then you woke up. Now I have one option. One I’m happy about, and that’s cleaning myself up so I can spend my days and nights with you.”

“I believe you. And you had better be telling the truth. I won’t put up with lies from you. I won’t watch you waste away, Yohji. If you let me help I’ll help. If you don’t I’ll kill you.”

“Your eyelids are drooping,” Yohji pointed out with a grin. Aya was too cute like this. Of course Aya wouldn’t be sleeping this often all the time, probably just for the few first days, so Yohji was going to enjoy it while he could.

“Are not,” Aya argued, forcing his eyes back open.

“You’re so cute when you’re falling asleep. Maybe we should keep you like this,” Yohji teased, kissing his shoulder.

“I’m awake,” Aya sat up straight and stretched, accidentally punching Yohji in the face.

“Oh!” Aya gasped with surprise, looking at his fist, then at Yohji. He peered down to make sure there wasn’t any blood.

“I’m fine. We’ll have to work on your co-ordination before you kill me,” Yohji laughed, standing up and pulling Aya with him.

“Looks like I don’t need co-ordination to kill you,” Aya teased.

“Was that a joke? Did you grow a sense of humour in your sleep?” Yohji laughed, grabbing two towels.