Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 47
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By: Joybug 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 196 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 196 | Status: Completed
47
Yohji stretched his back. It was hard to sleep in the back of the vehicle, even with Omi sliding into the passenger seat in the front. Now Yohji’s back was all cramped out.
It was the least of his worries, though. He still had no leads on where to find Aya. He could be anywhere. Hell, he could be in another city by now.
“There’s some food left over for you. We didn’t want to wake you up,” Omi reached back with a bag of Chinese food.
Yohji grabbed his phone as it started ringing. He snapped it open and put it to his ear.
“Yohji?” It was Aya’s voice, whispering like he was afraid to talk too loud.
“Where are you, baby?” Yohji shut his eyes tightly, listening to Aya’s heavy breath. It sounded like he was in pain.
“I don’t know. But this place is sort of small, like a shack. Out the window the house across the street is number 78, it has huge shrubs and an enormous spruce tree in the front yard. Um, what else, shit!” the line went dead. Yohji just hoped Aya had been able to hang up before that son of a bitch Denjiro had walked in on him.
“Was that Aya?” Ken asked, looking anxious.
“Yeah, he’s in a little house. Across the street is an enormous spruce tree and the house across t he street is number 78. Oh, and huge shrubs across the street.” It was better than nothing.
“Okay, we’ll go down every street we come across. We should find it eventually. Its too bad he didn’t know what street,” he could hear Ken’s hands tightening on the wheel. If the boy wasn’t wearing gloves Yohji was sure he’d have white knuckles showing.
Yohji hated the way his body was reacting. Just the thought of being able to save Aya was making hard. He wasn’t sure how much he could contain himself once he saw Aya. He wanted to pin him to the wall and screw his brains out.
“Down, boy,” Ken teased, obviously noting his situation.
“You two can go at it like rabbits once we get him home. But who knows what condition he’ll be in. He might have shattered bones and god knows what else,” Ken was right, damn it! Aya could be like a broken doll, strewn out on the floor with empty eyes. Yohji had barely been able to handle seeing him the first time. What if Aya was broken beyond repair this time. Would Aya’s mind finally give up and trap him forever inside his own head?
The mere thought took care of Yohji’s problem. He could imagine Aya refusing to eat or slashing his own wrists to get away from that freak. They had to get to him fast. That was all Yohji knew right now.
He wondered if Aya was waiting for him, or if he was still struggling to escape. Would Aya be able to escape? He had enough strength to get to a phone.
They were scanning up and down the streets, taking them one by one. Still no sign of some house with a huge spruce tree.
Yohji couldn’t help but remember the doll that had been crucified to the flower shop table three years ago, or the poor helpless cat that had the same treatment.
He wouldn’t be surprised if he found Aya like that, stuck to a wall somewhere over a spray painted cross.
“Yohji, it doesn’t take a genius to know what you’re thinking. The more you think of the ‘what ifs’ the more you’ll be distracted and might not see the house we’re looking for.” Omi was trying to be helpful, but it wasn’t helping at all!
“What if he’s screaming for me right now? What if he was caught on the phone and that son of a bitch is moving him somewhere else already?” Yohji was visibly shaking, he couldn’t help it. Aya had better be okay!
“If he touched Aya I’ll kill him. I…”
“I can guarantee he’s touched Aya. I mean look at what he did last time! He isn’t going to just keep Aya for something to stare at. If he’s that obsessed with Aya he’s going to be fu…” Omi smacked Ken on the back of the head, shutting him up.
It didn’t matter, Yohji knew exactly what Ken was saying. The very thought made his blood boil. Aya was his, goddamn it!!!
He’d seen the pictures of Denjiro, the man was enormous. It would be so easy for him to hurt Aya, who was only half his size. Plus Denjiro had an accomplice. Two men that size could easily rip Aya to shreds.
He just prayed that the man’s obsession would make it harder for him to hurt Aya, wanting to keep him alive as a pet.
He hated the idea of the man having sex with Aya, but it was better than the alternative, breaking Aya’s bones and shredding his body like last time.
But either way it was horrible.
He knew Aya was screaming for him, begging for him to come to the rescue, but how could he when he didn’t even know where Aya…Yohji’s eyes widened at the huge spruce tree.
“Ken! Pull over!” Yohji screamed, pointing at the tree. Sure enough the house was number 78.
Yohji looked across the street. There was a small house, almost hidden by the larger houses around it.
“That’s the one!” Yohji gasped, his heart racing a mile a minute as he ran toward the house.
“Shit!” Ken gasped, chasing after him. Yohji knew it was stupid to run in without a plan, but Aya was hurting!
Yohji paused at the sight before him. This couldn’t be right!
Author’s notes: oooh! The cliff hanger! Bet you guys hate me now! :P
Yohji stretched his back. It was hard to sleep in the back of the vehicle, even with Omi sliding into the passenger seat in the front. Now Yohji’s back was all cramped out.
It was the least of his worries, though. He still had no leads on where to find Aya. He could be anywhere. Hell, he could be in another city by now.
“There’s some food left over for you. We didn’t want to wake you up,” Omi reached back with a bag of Chinese food.
Yohji grabbed his phone as it started ringing. He snapped it open and put it to his ear.
“Yohji?” It was Aya’s voice, whispering like he was afraid to talk too loud.
“Where are you, baby?” Yohji shut his eyes tightly, listening to Aya’s heavy breath. It sounded like he was in pain.
“I don’t know. But this place is sort of small, like a shack. Out the window the house across the street is number 78, it has huge shrubs and an enormous spruce tree in the front yard. Um, what else, shit!” the line went dead. Yohji just hoped Aya had been able to hang up before that son of a bitch Denjiro had walked in on him.
“Was that Aya?” Ken asked, looking anxious.
“Yeah, he’s in a little house. Across the street is an enormous spruce tree and the house across t he street is number 78. Oh, and huge shrubs across the street.” It was better than nothing.
“Okay, we’ll go down every street we come across. We should find it eventually. Its too bad he didn’t know what street,” he could hear Ken’s hands tightening on the wheel. If the boy wasn’t wearing gloves Yohji was sure he’d have white knuckles showing.
Yohji hated the way his body was reacting. Just the thought of being able to save Aya was making hard. He wasn’t sure how much he could contain himself once he saw Aya. He wanted to pin him to the wall and screw his brains out.
“Down, boy,” Ken teased, obviously noting his situation.
“You two can go at it like rabbits once we get him home. But who knows what condition he’ll be in. He might have shattered bones and god knows what else,” Ken was right, damn it! Aya could be like a broken doll, strewn out on the floor with empty eyes. Yohji had barely been able to handle seeing him the first time. What if Aya was broken beyond repair this time. Would Aya’s mind finally give up and trap him forever inside his own head?
The mere thought took care of Yohji’s problem. He could imagine Aya refusing to eat or slashing his own wrists to get away from that freak. They had to get to him fast. That was all Yohji knew right now.
He wondered if Aya was waiting for him, or if he was still struggling to escape. Would Aya be able to escape? He had enough strength to get to a phone.
They were scanning up and down the streets, taking them one by one. Still no sign of some house with a huge spruce tree.
Yohji couldn’t help but remember the doll that had been crucified to the flower shop table three years ago, or the poor helpless cat that had the same treatment.
He wouldn’t be surprised if he found Aya like that, stuck to a wall somewhere over a spray painted cross.
“Yohji, it doesn’t take a genius to know what you’re thinking. The more you think of the ‘what ifs’ the more you’ll be distracted and might not see the house we’re looking for.” Omi was trying to be helpful, but it wasn’t helping at all!
“What if he’s screaming for me right now? What if he was caught on the phone and that son of a bitch is moving him somewhere else already?” Yohji was visibly shaking, he couldn’t help it. Aya had better be okay!
“If he touched Aya I’ll kill him. I…”
“I can guarantee he’s touched Aya. I mean look at what he did last time! He isn’t going to just keep Aya for something to stare at. If he’s that obsessed with Aya he’s going to be fu…” Omi smacked Ken on the back of the head, shutting him up.
It didn’t matter, Yohji knew exactly what Ken was saying. The very thought made his blood boil. Aya was his, goddamn it!!!
He’d seen the pictures of Denjiro, the man was enormous. It would be so easy for him to hurt Aya, who was only half his size. Plus Denjiro had an accomplice. Two men that size could easily rip Aya to shreds.
He just prayed that the man’s obsession would make it harder for him to hurt Aya, wanting to keep him alive as a pet.
He hated the idea of the man having sex with Aya, but it was better than the alternative, breaking Aya’s bones and shredding his body like last time.
But either way it was horrible.
He knew Aya was screaming for him, begging for him to come to the rescue, but how could he when he didn’t even know where Aya…Yohji’s eyes widened at the huge spruce tree.
“Ken! Pull over!” Yohji screamed, pointing at the tree. Sure enough the house was number 78.
Yohji looked across the street. There was a small house, almost hidden by the larger houses around it.
“That’s the one!” Yohji gasped, his heart racing a mile a minute as he ran toward the house.
“Shit!” Ken gasped, chasing after him. Yohji knew it was stupid to run in without a plan, but Aya was hurting!
Yohji paused at the sight before him. This couldn’t be right!
Author’s notes: oooh! The cliff hanger! Bet you guys hate me now! :P