Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 41

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41


Yohji wanted to kick the shit out of Aya, but right now the swordsman was way too volatile.

Ken and Omi were sitting at the table across from Aya, who was fidgeting with his sword.

“Aya, I don’t really give two shits about why the hell you would do something like that to us. You could’ve snuck out without knocking your team out,” Ken growled, glaring at him.

“Ken’s right. If you would’ve told us where you were going maybe we might’ve been able to help. Or maybe we could’ve just waited outside to drive you home. You nearly crashed your car on the way back because you’re so damned pissed off,” Yohji grabbed Aya’s wrist hard enough to make the bones creak.

Omi said nothing, tracing circles on the table with his index finger.

“We all think its best right now if you left. You’re a danger to us and we can’t trust you anymore.” Ken lowered his eyes as he said it, obviously feeling remorse even though he was sticking to his convictions.

“You’re kicking me out?” Aya sounded so lost. Yohji wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around the swordsman. Aya had been through hell. They all knew that. Hell, the attack on him seemed to be yesterday to the redhead.

“For now. We will only see you when there are missions. Until then you’re on your own,” Yohji could feel the tears start to flow down his cheeks as he said it. Aya was the love of his life, and here he was making him leave.

“Your bags are already packed,” Omi finally spoke up.

Aya nodded like he understood, when Yohji knew that Aya was on the verge of tears. It would be hidden from the others, but Yohji knew Aya.

Aya leaned in and kissed his cheek, standing up.

“I’m sorry for what I put you through,” Aya said very quietly, standing up. “Don’t cry for me, Yohji, I’m not worth it.” Yohji was sobbing now, burying his head in his arms on the table. Aya’s hands smoothed through his hair, trying to soothe him for a moment before he felt Aya leave him.

Omi was there suddenly, wrapping his arms around Yohji.

“I know it hurts, but you have to let him go,” Omi said very quietly, kissing the top of his head.

“What if it were Ken. Would you be able to let him go?” Yohji asked, accepting the comfort.

“I’m not as strong as you, Yohji. You’ll get through this. We’ll get through it together.”

Yohji’s heart was breaking as he heard Aya pick up his bags and leave the apartment. He’d contacted Kritiker and let them know what had happened. They were reassigning Aya to the Crashers until they were sure he wasn’t a danger to Weiss.

“Its only temporary until he gets himself together,” Ken assured. Yohji looked at the boy, who’s eyes were red rimmed. He and Omi were affected, too. But he knew it was more because they had to watch him break down.

“I don’t really want him to go. He has to go, but I want him here with me.” There wasn’t a thing he could do to comfort himself unless he went out and bought himself a stiff drink. But he’d promised Aya he would quit. More than anything he wanted to go back outside and find his dealer. He could forget his own name when he had the needle in his arm.

“The Crashers will know what to do with him. He’s not as close with them as he is with us, so they won’t fall for any of his bullshit. it’s the safest place for him right now,” Ken was wringing his hands, looking anywhere but at Yohji.

“I hope we have a mission soon. Aya was afraid that we would try to stop him from getting his revenge on the men who attacked him. I don’t know what he did in the jail, but he hadn’t a single drop of blood on him. So he didn’t get his revenge yet. He needs us right now more than anything, but we can’t be there for him if we can’t trust him.” Yohji swiped at the tears on his cheeks. He didn’t know how long it would be before he saw Aya again. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he could trust him on missions right now.

Yohji grabbed the phone when it rang.

“Yeah, this is Balinese. What the hell did you just say?” Yohji all but screamed. His heart was beating a mile a minute. This couldn’t be right! How did someone escape a maximum security jail!

Shit! And they’d just sent Aya away! If they’d kept him there long enough to hear him out Aya wouldn’t be in danger now!

Yohji hung up the phone and dialled the Crashers.

“Is Abyssinian there? What do you mean he hasn’t shown up yet? WHAT!!!” Aya was a stubborn bastard, but how could he completely abandon everyone? He’d called the Crashers and told them he needed time alone before he could join them. He needed some time to figure out where he belonged.

“If he shows up tell him that Denjiro and his partner escaped! They’ll be after him!”

Yohji ran his hands through his hair when he hung up. This couldn’t be happening!

“What’s going on, Yohji?” Omi asked, swallowing hard.

“The men that attacked Aya just escaped from prison. And Aya called the Crashers and told them he needed some time alone before he could join them.

Yohji dialled Aya’s cellphone. A ringing sound to his left startled him. Aya had left his phone behind.