Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Appeal ❯ smirking aya, throttled yohji ( Chapter 5 )

KD: lemme know if you ever use the idea that I might have given you…I'm curious now. Hint hint…btw ran? virgin? tell tell tell…

 

dimonyo-anghel: what can I say Yohji's my fave so he got to be the observant one. And there was something highly appealing about an evil Manx *evil grin*

 

 

 

Chapter 5.

 

Weiss sat at the table, not saying anything to each other. Yohji just sat and stared at the window outside, not really thinking and not talking what could he say to make the others feel better?

 

Nothing. Kritiker had used them, and would continue to use them until they died.

 

They had played with their minds, making them believe that Schwarz was evil, and they had played with their bodies using them as guinea pigs.

 

Yohji idly watched the rain running little streams on the window. After five minutes of progressively watching the rain get harder, he got bored and turned back to watch his team-mates.

 

Aya was straining so hard from trying to keep himself under control that it was only a matter of time before he cracked. Ken was pounding the table over and over again, cursing under his breath, Yohji was glad that he wasn't currently smoking or that there wasn't a source of flame anywhere.

 

And Omi, Omi was simply crying, no scratch that, he was sobbing. Harder and harder, eventually so hard that his body shook, at the same time a gust of wind outside caused the whole house to shake. Crap that was one mean storm outside.

 

Omi shook again, settling into continuous tremors. So, did the house. Shit!

 

Yohji walked over to the blonde assassin, “Omi,” he said shaking the boy's shoulders, “You need to calm down.”

 

The house shook again, the wind was getting stronger.

 

“Omi listen to me, I don't like being betrayed anymore than you do, but it's alright we have each other.”

 

“Do we? How long before the rest of you betray me?” The boy, and house, shook with every word.

 

“Omi? I'm sorry.”

 

“For what Yohji-kun?” The boy looked up just in time to receive a hard slap to his face.

 

The smack resounded in the sudden silence. The storm had been defused.

 

“Yohji?” his name was being growled by a very angry Ken.

 

Yohji figured he had about ten seconds to either run or defend himself.

 

Still caught in indecision, Yohji didn't move. Three seconds passed.

 

F%*$! He had overestimated Ken's control of his temper. He had a very angry Ken currently squeezing his trachea, cutting off his air.

 

“Explain Yohji.”

 

“House…weather…Omi,” the blonde-brunette squeaked.

 

He was gasping now, and the redheaded assassin that he used to call his friend was not helping him.

 

“Explain better Yohji.”

 

Yohji would have loved to, but it required something that Yohji currently did not have access to - air.

 

Aya got up, assessed the situation and calmly punched Ken hard in the solar plexus.

 

The brunette went down.

 

“You could have done that earlier you know?” Yohji gasped, rubbing his neck.

 

“Hn. But you were taking this a little too calmly.”

 

“So you decide to let Ken throttle me?” he asked incredulously.

 

Aya just smirked.