Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Midsummer Nightmare ❯ Confrontations? Or... ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 7 - Confrontations? Or…

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A short silence…

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And again…

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Aya blinked at the sound. He had eventually decided to wait a while longer before going out and giving Yohji and Ken a piece of his mind.

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He was on the way down the stairs to the shop, where he knew Yohji was supposed to be holding a shift.

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That was when the sound started. A sort of strange rhythmic thumping.

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His curiosity got the better of him… Especially when he realized that the sound was coming from Yohji's room.

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He turned around, heading back up the stairs to find the source of the strange thumping sound. He followed it back through the hallway and to Yohji's room.

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He slowly and stealthily opened the door and stepped inside. And discovered in bewilderment the cause of the sound.

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Yohji was banging his head against the wall.

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And again.

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And yet again.

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Aya stared in surprise and confusion. Then he realized that the rhythmic banging was done in synch with a strange mantra.

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"Omi… not Aya…"

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"Omi… not Aya…"

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"Omi… not Aya…"

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"Aya… not Omi…… Ah SHIT!"

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Then there was silence.

Yohji pulled away from the wall, swaying a bit. "Fuck… shouldn't have done that…" He turned a little and grinned goofily as he discovered Aya at the door.

"Hey! Look, Aya!! STARS!!"

Aya stared at him, then slowly inched out of the room again.

Somehow, he had the strangest feeling that it wasn't a very good idea to talk to Yohji right now.

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Aya found Ken in the kitchen, rummaging through the refrigerator. He thought it strange that Ken should be looking for a snack at this time, but he shrugged it off and cleared his throat.

Ken looked up, sporting the nastiest shiner Aya had ever seen..

Aya momentarily forgot what he was supposed to be asking. "What the HELL happened to YOU?"

Ken flinched, reaching up to touch the swollen flesh of the newly formed black eye.

"U-um…" he laughed sheepishly. "I… got hit by Yohji's head."

WHAT? Aya stared again. Considering Yohji's current state, he supposed he shouldn't be surprised, but the reply still sent peculiar images to his mind.

Ken held up a hand, almost ashamed. "Ahehe… Um… Actually, I was kicking it around…"

Kicking around Yohji's head? Is that why Yohji's gone mental?

"Then… I kinda… got really mad…… kicked it really hard……"

Then Yohji turned around and headbutted your eye… and now he's headbutting all the walls too, thinking they're you?

"… It kinda bounced back at me and hit me in the face…"

Oh… So now Yohji's head separated from the rest of him? That made Aya stare even more… What the HELL is he talking about?! Last time he checked, Yohji's head was still attached to his neck… Like he had said before, it was being bashed against a wall…

"Um… So anyway…"

There's more? Okay… You're officially both mental…

"I was looking for something in the fridge to put on it…"

On Yohji's head? Aya was tempted to ask, if it wasn't for Omi coming into the kitchen, "Hello, Aya-kun. I was just coming in to get some…"

At the sound of his voice, both Ken and Aya looked up.

Omi's sentence trailed off as he gasped, "Ken-kun!! What happened to your eye?!!"

Ken instantly replied, "Yohji's head."

*blink, blink*

"Ken-kun…" Omi said slowly, "Are you trying to tell me that you got hit in the eye by Yohji-kun's head?"

That was when Ken finally corrected himself. "A-ah! I-I mean… My soccer ball… I got hit by my soccer ball… I was… umm… Kinda imagining it to be Yohji's head… So… I kinda… kicked it too hard… and it bounced back and… " he let the sentence trail off.

All finally became clear. "Aa," was all Aya said, not knowing if he should be relieved. At least now he knew that Yohji banging his head against Ken's face didn't really happen. He started to head out, knowing Omi will be the mother, and would make everything all right.

Omi sighed, "Come on, Ken-kun. I think I've got something to help take care of that…" He stepped closer to take Ken's wrist.

Ken instantly flinched from Omi's touch, backing away, "NO!"

Aya paused at the doorway.

Omi stopped and stared.

"I-I mean…" Ken stammered. "U-um… I-I can take care of it! I was … just going to get a slab of meat or something… Y-you don't have to…"

"But, Ken-kun…"

"NO!" he insisted. "You know what? It's fine now. It doesn't even hurt!!"

"Ken-kun… That looks far from fine to me…" Omi sighed, stepping closer.

Ken stepped backward, "I mean it, Omi! You really don't have to!"

"But I want to, Ken-kun! I swear! I actually can't look at you right now without wincing!!" Omi was almost in front of Ken, and like he said, he was wincing.

That's when Ken suddenly shrieked, holding up his arms as if protecting himself, "AGH!! NO! Don't come any closer!!"

Aya was still staring from the doorway.

Omi stopped, eyes wide, "Ken-kun… What's wrong? It's just me…" He took another tentative step forward.

As soon as he took it, Ken screamed again, "NO! I mean it!!" And with that, he bolted away, out of the kitchen. Of course, being Ken, he tripped halfway there, and after scrambling back to his feet, he pushed past Aya at the door.

Omi's mouth opened… and closed… opened again… and closed once more.

There was a long silence. Aya's voice finally broke it, in a slight attempt to justify Ken's very peculiar behavior. "Maybe that soccer ball to the head was too much for him…" he said, nonchalantly.

Omi still looked a bit concerned, "I… suppose…"

With that, he returned his attention to the refrigerator and Aya left.

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Aya sat back down on his bed, back where he began.

Somehow he was thinking that it wasn't a prank after all. Both of the idiots seemed to be too insane to even be able to think up a plan in the first place. Unless this added insanity was part of the joke, but he doubted that either of the two were good enough actors to pull it off this far. And even if they were, he thought that they definitely wouldn't take it this far. No joke was worth bashing your own head for…

So what was happening around here?

After a while of mulling it over, he decided he really couldn't figure it out.

Maybe it was true after all…

Maybe the two idiots really did have a change of heart…

Maybe they both really were somehow becoming infatuated with Omi…

Hell, one or both could actually even be falling for Omi…

Of course, the most recent events didn't seem to add up to that, but everything before that seemed to support it. The incident at the hotel, the arguing with each other, the courting of Omi himself, all the gifts and favors and offers of help. Aya really didn't know what it was, but what he was certain of was that Omi was definitely the new center of attention.

There was once again that nagging feeling at the back of his head. The same feeling that always bothered him when he was thinking about this strange Omi craze the other two had.

Something suddenly occurred to him.

What was wrong with him? What was bothering him so much about this whole thing? Yes, he was confused by everything, but something was telling him that there was more to it.

This was exasperating. It didn't bother him so much when Ken and Yohji were running after him. In fact, it didn't bother him at all! So why is it, now that they were both running after Omi, that he felt so apprehensive about everything?

Maybe he really did sort of feel responsible or protective of the younger bishounen, like some weird paternal instinct, if there was such a thing.

But still a tiny voice, buried in the very back of his head teased him, that's not it and you know it!

He blinked for a while. Where the hell did that come from? He shook his head, but the voice had already planted ideas into his mind.

It made a little bit of sense.

There could be another reason why the entire situation made him so restless.

Sure he didn't believe it.

Hell, he didn't even want to believe it…

But still…

Could he actually be………

No…

Definitely not…

Aya stood up, shaking his head more as he walked to retrieve his book. He needed to get his mind of off this madness.

After all… There was absolutely no way he could actually be jealous…

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