Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ a few drinks in Aya ❯ Chapter 49

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49



Yohji ran to Aya’s side. He knew he was panicking, because even though he could hear Aya’s hoarse breathing he still took a second to check his pulse on Aya’s badly bruised neck. He had to be one hundred percent sure that his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him.

There was so much blood in the room. He could tell that only half of it was Aya’s. The other half belonged to the injured man that lay strewn out across the floor with a huge knife in his neck. He didn’t want to leave Aya’s side, but he also didn’t want to kill the man from far away. Yohji lunged at the man, letting his wire out enough to wrap it around Denjiro’s neck and tighten it by hand. He ignored the pain in his hands as he jerked the wires as hard as he could. He could feel the blood dripping down his hands. The man’s eyes were wide open as he struggled weakly. Aya had already done a number on the man, so there wasn’t much fight left in him. Regardless, Yohji watched those cruel eyes drain of life. Then Yohji ran back to Aya.

Aya might have been able to nearly kill the man, but had they not found Aya right away he would’ve bled to death.

Yohji cupped Aya’s face in his hands, feeling how cold his cheeks were.

“Hurry up, Yohji! He needs a hospital!” Ken shouted.

“I’ve got the door!” Omi said as Ken ran out to the car to get it started again. Yohji carefully lifted Aya up, knowing that there were a few broken bones that he didn’t want to shift the wrong way. As it was he heard a sharp hiss of breath from Aya even though the man didn’t open his eyes.

“Its okay, baby, I’ve got you. You’re going to be fine,” Yohji kissed his forehead, hoping to hell he was right.

“You put up one hell of a fight, didn’t you?” Yohji wished Aya gave any sign of hearing him. All the redhead did was turn his face in against Yohji’s shoulder like he was trying to breathe in his scent.

“He’s dead, Aya. You killed the son of a bitch,” Yohji almost smacked Aya’s legs on the door as he ran outside. He wasn’t going to tell Aya that he’d taken the man’s last breaths. After how hard Aya had fought Yohji was going to have Aya think it had been his win.

“Be more careful!” Omi growled at him as Yohji climbed into the back of the car with Aya in his arms. Omi stretched the seatbelt around both of them before sitting in the passenger seat.

“How many broken bones do you think?” Ken asked, speeding away.

“At least three. I think its only his ribs that are broken. But he has a punctured lung and we have no idea how long he’s had it for,” Yohji kissed Aya on his cold lips.

“Yohji, squeezing him probably isn’t a good idea,” Omi said, peeking around the seat at him as he started dialling the hospital to tell them Aya was on his way.

Yohji hadn’t realized he’d been squeezing Aya. He supposed he should’ve heard the pain in Aya’s breaths, it was harsher than before.

Yohji brushed a stray strand of hair off Aya’s face. Aya looked like hell and yet he looked more beautiful than ever to Yohji. Aya had given his all against that psycho. He’d even surprised Yohji with how stubborn he was in a fight. Aya had daggers sticking out of his body, broken ribs, welts all the way around his neck, and countless other injuries. And he was the one who had delivered the last blow. Denjiro had still been breathing, but just barely, and Yohji knew that if he hadn’t killed the man it would’ve been only a matter or minutes or even seconds before the man would’ve been dead.

Yohji was glad they’d arrived in time to kill the bastard.

“Aya, can you hear me?” Yohji asked, his hand trembling as he traced his fingers down Aya’s cheek.

“Yohji, leave him alone! If he wakes up he’ll start moving around, then he’ll hurt himself worse. You and I both know that he isn’t going to sit still!” Ken shouted.

“But what if he leaves me behind again? If he leaves again he won’t come back!” Yohji shouted back.

Ken accidentally jumped the curb as he sped into the hospital parking lot.

“Be careful, you ass!” Yohji snapped. The second the car stopped Yohji was climbing out awkwardly with Aya in his arms.

“Yohji! If you’re going to carry him then at least try to keep from hurting him!” Omi cried, but Yohji ignored him. Yeah, he knew he was causing Aya pain by jostling him around all over the place, but he had to get Aya in as fast as he could. The only way to keep Aya still was to squeeze him, and he didn’t know how much more damage that would do when his ribs were broken. Either way he was hurting him, and he didn’t know what was better, but he did know that Aya had a punctured lung for a while now.

“Goddamn it! Yohji! What the hell!” Ken screamed, punching him in the shoulder so hard that Yohji almost dropped Aya.

“Ken! Get the fuck away from me!” Yohji warned. If Ken did that again Yohji was going to kill him.

“I never should’ve let you carry Aya when you’re clearly freaking out!” Ken growled.

“Oh, and who would’ve carried him? You? You’re not strong enough. So would you have Omi holding his legs?” Yohji had to stop himself from freaking out when the doctors took Aya from his arms. He wanted to hold on tight. To murder everyone in the room who even looked at Aya.

He took a deep breath and let Omi lead him by the arm to the seats. He hadn’t realized he was freaking out that badly until the doctors had shown up.

“You going to be okay, Yohji?” Omi asked.

Yohji nodded. As long as Aya didn’t leave him behind again he would be fine.