Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 38

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38


Aya kept Yohji’s sleeping form in his sights out of the corner of his eye while he went online.

He had a bad feeling and intended to make sure his intuition was false. Those men, the ones that had harmed him, they were alive. Somehow he knew it.

Their leader had given him his full name. Remember the name Denjiro Hayashi, and when you get to hell, get the place ready for me. Aya had remembered the name.

He typed it into the search engine. He scanned his eyes over the huge list of articles. They all seemed to be saying the same thing. Denjiro Hayash and another member of his team had been arrested. The others had been killed when they’d resisted. Maximum security prison. Why the hell hadn’t Kritiker killed them? The only thing he could relax a little about was the fact that his own name and photo hadn’t been released. The victim had been anonymous, thank God! The last thing he wanted was for everyone who would ever meet him to know it was him that had been raped and tortured by those freaks.

He quickly shut the computer down. When he had the chance to escape from Yohji’s prying eyes he would have to go and visit Denjiro. He was going to kill the man.

Aya stood up and walked over to Yohji, who’s brow furrowed a second before he opened his eyes.

“Mornin, Aya,” Yohji murmured. Aya ran his fingers over Yohji’s cheek. He didn’t want Yohji to get involved, so he wasn’t going to tell him about his plans.

It would only be a few days before Aya would be on his feet enough to visit Denjiro. He was going to shake the man up a bit, and then visit him a few months later to kill him. The few months would give him time to be fully on his feet.

“I’m going to start training again today. Its been three days now, its time I started pulling my weight again,” Aya knew Yohji would be pissed, but Yohji shocked the hell out of him by grabbing him by the arm and whipping him at the wall, pinning him there with his arm behind his back.

“Did anyone say anything about you not pulling your weight, Aya? No, no one! You’re already doing too much! Even Omi and Ken are worried that you’re overdoing it!” Yohji had to be joking, all Aya had been doing was cooking and cleaning. He hadn’t been on missions. Hell, he hadn’t even touched his sword since he’d been home. He’d only been in the flower shop after hours to do inventory.

“I’m not a pet, Yohji. If you want a real cat then go and buy one! Whether you decide to come back or not I am still Weiss. Now let go!” Aya slid one of his legs backward fast, slipping his foot inbetween Yohji’s and slammed his heel upward. Yohji backed up fast enough to protect himself, but had to let go of Aya’s arm in the process.

Aya spun on his heel and punched Yohji hard in the stomach, doubling him over.

“Don’t ever pin me down again.” Aya warned. He felt cold all over. How dare Yohji do that to him! After what those animals had done? Maybe Yohji had forgotten with time, but Aya didn’t have those years. He wasn’t afraid of those men, but he would not feel like that ever again.

“Shit, Aya, I’m sorry!” Yohji gasped, realizing what he’d done.

“And don’t ever feel sorry for me. I sure as hell don’t and you shouldn’t either.” Aya realized he shouldn’t have said anything at all. Yohji was going to read way too far into that comment.

“Shit, Aya, you think you deserved that? We deserve a lot, but that?” right on cue. Aya loved him, but damned if he didn’t want to kill Yohji right now!

“That is not what I was saying, now drop it!” Aya stormed past him. He didn’t want to be having this fight right now.

“Aya, wait!” Yohji made a grab for him before he could leave the room. Aya dodged, swinging a kick for Yohji’s head. If Yohji insisted on fighting Aya supposed it was the best training he could get right now.

Yohji dodged the hit, grabbing his leg and flipping him over. Aya rolled to his feet, launching himself at Yohji again, throwing punch after punch at him, relentless in his attack so that Yohji would have no time to give an attack of his own. He needed the exercise, so he didn’t want it to be over because Yohji gave him more of a beat down than his body could handle right now. Of course that didn’t mean he was opposed to being hit. He needed the body conditioning again. He highly doubted that his teammates crept into his room and lay a beating into his body every day while he was recovering, so he was going to have to get his resistance back.

He landed a few punches on Yohji before the other assassin got serious and started really fighting back. Yohji had finally realized he wasn’t going to come out of this unscathed unless he took Aya down. Good!

A hard punch to the cheek sent Aya staggering back. Aya dropped down and swept his leg under Yohji, who easily jumped over and kicked him hard in the shoulder. Aya’s eyes widened when he felt his shoulder pop out.

“Oh! Shit! Aya!” Yohji ran to his side. Aya stood up and gently shoved him away with his other arm. Aya walked over to the wall and lined his shoulder up in its socket before slamming it against the wall. He shouted. Shit! That hurt way more than he remembered it ever hurting before.

He pounded his fist on the wall angrily. What else wouldn’t he be able to handle.

“I went too far, Aya! I’m sorry,” Yohji yanked him into his arms, shaking as he held onto him.

“I needed the training. Thank you, Yohji. We’ll pick this up again in an hour,” Aya looked up at Yohji’s surprised face as the other man drew back.

“You mean you planned this? You…”

“Not exactly. I planned to make you fight me, I just hadn’t decided on a method of coercion yet.”

“Asshole!” Yohji screamed, storming out of the room. Aya hung his head for a second. Had he hurt Yohji’s feelings or something?