Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Boys in the Attic ❯ This is Gonna Hurt ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

This is Gonna Hurt

Ken stared softly and nervously into Yohji's eyes. "I'm sorry that I stood you up tonight. It wasn't on purpose."

[It wasn't on purpose?!] Ken yelled silently. [That's like when people cheat on their spouses and their only explanation is that the affair "didn't mean anything". Lame.]

"Anyway, I hope your evening wasn't spoiled too badly. I know mine was."

[Is he serious? His night was great. He got to spend time with the person he really wanted to be with tonight and the bastard even walked him to the front door. What kind of idiot does he take me for? I should ask him.] "Wha…"

"My car is on its deathbed. That's why I'm so late getting home today."

[Is he seriously going to lie to me like this? Enough. I'm setting him straight!] Ken needed to be assertive so he sat up in bed. If the situation turned aggressive, his body was now half erected so all he would need to do is stand and physically show Yohji that he was a man not a mouse and should be recognized as such. "That's why you're home so late today?" Ken had an inflexion in his voice that Yohji recognized as concern instead of skepticism so he went on with his story.

"Yeah, something told me to come straight home after work but then I ran into Aya and then…"

"…Your car broke down?" Ken asked suspiciously. Yohji definitely heard the skepticism in the younger boy's voice this time.

"No, first we got ice cream, that's when I called you on my cell," Yohji said smilingly. "Then we went to his house and…"

"You fucked him," Ken said with impatience.

"Will you stop interrupting me?! No more finishing my sentences. Anyway…where was I? Oh, we went to his house, which I had no intention of sleeping with him at first or I would have made sure to keep a rubber on me - and."

"So you used plastic wrap instead," Ken teased bitterly.

"What did I say?! You make the story take longer than it should when get all obnoxious like this."

Ken frowned at the insult.

"So like I was saying…I had no intention of screwing him whatsoever or I would have brought myself a condom." Yohji paused just a minute incase Ken was looking to add something. The younger boy kept quiet so Yohji moved on. "But one thing led to another as they say and I found my self in a very compromising position with him. I sure as hell didn't have any condoms on me and the only one we could find in his house turned out to be expired so I got in my car to make a quick run to the store but as soon as I began pulling out of the parking space the engine started to cut off. Luckily I was able to re-park before the whole damn thing just stopped." Yohji rubbed at his temples.

[Wow…he's acting like I care. If his car is really all that bad off than how did he get it here? A tow truck would've woken me up. He must have driven it. The damn thing looked fine to me.]

"Anyway, looks like I'll be looking for a new car soon. I've already put too much money into trying to repair it recently and I really don't even trust driving it to work tomorrow, so if it's not too much trouble I need to bum some rides off of you for a while."

Ken nodded his head. So maybe Yohji's story really did check out. No, there wasn't any "maybe" in the situation. That damn car had been plaguing the older boy with sudden expenses for months now and Yohji definitely wouldn't fabricate a narrative this detailed just to lessen any type of ridicule for standing up a movie date. The acknowledgement made Ken feel both relieved and burdened. Yes, he was happy to hear that Yohji had never intended to be so thoughtless and uncaring as to cast him aside for a new infatuation like he had long feared would come true; but he was also hoping that Yohji had actually committed the crime because it'd give him a final reason to move on. Now, Yohji was at his bedside apologizing to Ken for something that was more or less out of the older boy's control. The affection was starting new ideas in Ken's head and made his heart swell with trust and romantic faith…but no, he wouldn't let himself be taken in by these feelings.

It had hurt like pins and needles on naked skin when Ken had initially thought that Yohji was literally neglecting him for want of Aya's company and it'd been a relief to find out it wasn't true. Yet, there was always a chance that the above would happen and the thought of it made Ken's breathing go shallow. Ultimately the young boy decided that it'd be best to spare himself of that kind of possible embarrassment and even if the situation were never to happen, Ken still felt like he should stop loving Yohji the way he did now. It'd be hard to accomplish but in due course, he figured it would save him a lot of jealousy and anguish. He could learn to be happy for Yohji even when it involved Aya. He could learn to make himself scarce and thus quiet every beat from his heart that only thumped for Yohji. [It'll be alright,] Ken thought to himself as he stared into the older boy's emerald watch.

"So are you mad?" Yohji asked with genuine concern. Ken shook his head and even smiled a little. He mused to himself how indisputably worried and anxious the older boy looked when seeking an answer.

"Of course I'm not mad," Ken replied.

"Well," Yohji began. "It's still kind of early. Come to think of it, what are you doing in bed already. You're a regular night owl if memory serves me right?"

"Uh…I was just napping. I planned to get up soon and go out or something. That is, once I realized that our little date had been canceled."

"I'm so sorry," Yohji yawned. "And so tired. A nap sounds tempting."

"Are you kidding me? Forget about my reputation as an insomniac, you never go to sleep this early.'

"But I'm so tired." Yohji rubbed at his eyes. "My day was going perfect. Especially while I was coming home and saw Aya in the car beside me."

Ken swallowed.

"He and I went out for ice cream, along the way ended up in his bedroom and while I was in there I thought to myself `Hey, this is great. I just had a stress free day at work; I'm about to get molested by a god and afterward I get to finish the evening by watching a movie with my best bud,' but instead, the rest of my day was spent hiring a tow truck to haul my car to the mechanic's, make a temporary solution to it's internal problems and drive it home scared half to death that the supposed solution would give before I reached the driveway. Not to mention that I had to wait for two hours before the mechanic could finish with his other customers and look under my car's hood. I am drained." Ken looked at his friend with sympathetic eyes.

"You still wanna take that nap? I can make some tea to help soothe you easier."

"Would you please?"

"For you, Yohji…anything." The older boy smiled with content.

Ken made himself busy in the kitchen while Yohji settled into bed and anticipated when his younger friend would bring him the warm beverage. Ken padded back down the hall to Yohji's room. He wondered what kind of tea the older boy preferred and stuck his head in the doorway. "Hey Yohji, what…" Ken words fell short as he gazed upon a sleeping beauty. [Poor little Yohji. He tuckered himself out.] Ken smiled to himself. He went back to the kitchen and put away the tea set he'd been planning to use. Still feeling quite tired himself, he retired to his bedroom and slept until the next day.

+++

The next morning, Juro got ready for school. He dressed himself quickly and grabbed his car keys. He hadn't gone very far before soon coming to Omi's house. He parked and honked the horn but it was in vain. The little blonde was already coming out of the front door and locking it. He ran out to Juro's car and threw his backpack into the back seat.

"Morning," Omi greeted cheerfully.

"Seatbelt, Omi-kun," Juro reminded.

"Gomen."

Juro began to take off slowly as his friend buckled himself in and soon came to an average speed. After another short ride, the two came upon Ryu's house. It was set far onto the property and Juro approached the house with favoring eyes as he always did when visiting. The long driveway reminded him of driving up to a castle and the towering trees around it only added to the ambiance.

After parking, Juro and Omi scrambled into the house. They messily hung their jackets on the coat rack and headed toward the kitchen. The smell of breakfast was so thick in the air and neither had eaten all morning.

Ryu was currently pouring three glasses of orange juice for himself and for his expected guests who he'd just heard enter the front door. Ever so often the two would stop by for breakfast and Ryu always kept a heads up for when they might stop by. Usually Juro would call ahead of time to make sure there was enough food prepared or ask if he could bring anything over.

"Ohayo," Ryu greeted.

"Morning, Aniki."

"Ohayo gozaimasu, Odaka-san," Omi chimed in. His voice was small and timid. Ryu blankly nodded at his words. He must have known Omi going on four years now but the boy still addressed formally. It made Ryu feel old. He was Juro's brother not his father.

"Omi…"

"Yes?"

"Call me Ryu." Omi nodded his head reverently. "Good, now I gotta finish getting ready for work so just help yourselves to whatever you like."

"Deal," Juro mumbled as he began stuffing his face and filling his plate at the same time.

Ryu stared at his brother for a moment before turning to look at Omi. "Please make sure my brother doesn't kill himself by keeping an eye on him, would you? His eyes are bigger than his stomach."

"Yes, Ryu," Omi agreed. He liked the sound of his own voice saying the older man's name. He watched Ryu disappear down the hallway before turning to Juro who was currently sucking and licking his fingers clean. "You're brother is cute.

"Mmm, smack, Smack, smack, yumm. Mhm. Wait, what? Oh sure. I guess so."

"He has a nice butt."

Juro arched an eyebrow and frowned. "I look just like him and you never say that I'm cute or that my butt is nice."

"You don't look just like him. The only real thing that you guys have in common is your eye and hair color. And besides, Ryu is older. He has a manlier demeanor to him."

"Oh thanks," Juro replied sarcastically.

"You know what I mean."

Juro still kept an eyebrow raised. "Sure I do. Now eat up or I'll steal the food right off of your plate."

"Stop eyeing my breakfast like that," Omi quipped. He was hungry and didn't feel like having to do battle with Juro in order to get his own fill this morning.

Soon Ryu returned to the kitchen. He was finely dressed in a charcoal colored suit and matching tie that he was fiddling with. "Got damn, this thing feels like it's chocking me," he murmured. Uninterested in trying to make it work he loosened it from his neck and tossed it aside. After undoing the shirt's top button he put on his jacket and stood in plain view of his guests. "Does this look alright without a necktie?"

"It's professional enough, just kind of casual as well," answered Juro.

"Oh fuck it. I'm the boss, right? I'll wear whatever the hell I please; even if it is out of character for me, I'm late and don't the time to try and put the damn tie on correctly."

"It's pretty early for you to be going in to work isn't it?"

"Perceptive, little brother. It's very early, a bit too early but something's going down at Club Kyoto today and I've got to make some adjustments."

"In other words, somebody's getting fired and you want to get rid of them first thing."

"Perceptive, very perceptive," Ryu said smiling. He grabbed his briefcase and his car keys. "Now you two behave yourselves. Don't fuck up my house and remember to lock up before you leave for school. Oh, and please, do go to school. I don't want to come home after my meeting this morning to find the both of you passed out on the living room floor with food in your mouths and the television blaring."

"Good bye Aniki," Juro responded to the insult.

"Good bye Juro."

"Ja na Odak…Ryunosuke," Omi added.

"Ja na," replied Ryu as he headed out the front door and shaking his head as he did so. Omi was still being quite formal with him. [Funny kid,] Ryu thought to himself and shut the front door behind him. He climbed into his car and began to drive away; upon doing so he looked back toward his house where Omi and Juro were watching him leave through the front windows. Juro waved happily and Omi just smiled with adoring eyes. "Ah, geez," Ryu said out loud. [Maybe that's why he acts so strangely around me. He has a crush on me. Not that that's a bad thing…he's very attractive, but young.]

The two boys returned to the kitchen to finish eating. Quite the little piggy was Juro. After scarfing down all of his food he scampered to the refrigerator for some more.

"My god Juro, does no one feed you? I mean I know that you live on your own now so your mommy and daddy don't pack your lunch anymore but come on, you look like a starved raccoon, digging out of a garbage can."

"Not funny," said Juro, pulling something from the fridge and reheating it in the microwave. "I can never find time to make myself anything to eat with school and work at Club Kyoto. Not that I cook anything edible to begin with and I certainly don't have time to start teaching myself so I just get fed at my brother's house."

"It's alarming how hungry you are."

"Me? Speaking of hungry, you sure got your own fill today!"

"I haven't eaten nearly as much as you."

Juro laughed. "That's not what I meant. What I meant was your eyes sure did enough feasting on Ryu to last a life time." Omi blushed profusely. "I could see if you just wanted to look at him for whatever it's worth but you act like you have a crush on him or something." Omi didn't speak and he didn't look at Juro. "Ah, crap you don't have a crush on him do you?"

"No."

"'Cause I'm warnin' you Omi. That man will hurt you. He goes through lovers like bubble gum, to fill some sort of void I guess, and never looks back."

+++

Odaka walked down the hall toward his office and handled his keys to unlock the door. He entered and put his briefcase along side his desk. [Ah, dammit, I could use a good cup of tea right now.] He slapped himself once to wake up. [Ow.] Softly, he rubbed at the injured cheek.

Knock, knock.

"Enter," granted Odaka. Gingerly, the doomed employee came forward into the office. Her eyes were dull and worried.

"I was told to come in to work early today and come to this office," she began. Still a little perplexed, she closed the door behind her and took a seat.

"You're fired." The words hit like a brick. Odaka-san was emotionless, almost lifeless with the statement. That's how he always was when it came to business; it made people fear him because of how unreadable and unpredictable he was. He was notorious for having a short temper and never quite knowing when it would go off made people nervous around him.

Slowly, the girl nodded to her now ex-employer's decision and opened her mouth to speak, perhaps to ask something but quieted herself with a look of sadness on her face. She rose from her seat and suddenly a look of anger fouled her features. "What about him? Does he lance any repercussions?!"

"That's none of your business." The girl scowled at him. "You will get two weeks severance pay in the mail…"

"Of course not. Management becomes infallible whenever a lesser employee can be made to take all of the blame ," she said sarcastically.

"…I will not furnish you a good recommendation nor a bad one to your next employer so do not list me as a reference…"

"He was just as wrong as I am!"

"…please relinquish your employee parking card to the attic floor main office …"

"Do you even hear me?!"

"…as well as any other Club Kyoto employee specialties that you might have. Thank you for your eight months of service at Club Kyoto." The girl stared at Odaka blankly. His hands were folded securely on his desk and his face was untainted. His voice had been stable and nearly content the entire time, which was even more frustrating to look at.

"Sayonara, Odaka-san." She made the goodbye formal and final. With her head slightly lowered she left the room and could hardly stand on her own to feet as she padded down the hallway to the main office. She was sorry and humiliated but it was a price she knew she'd have to pay before she ever committed the crime.

Meanwhile, Odaka rose from his seat to get up and close his office door, which his ex-employee had so carelessly left open. It was a small mistake that irritated him for having to get up and he began to feel thankful for letting her go. Steadily his face went weary. He exhaled deeply and rubbed at his eyes. Turning back around he sat back at his desk and filled out some release forms as well as went through a file on his computer of applicants for dancing positions at the club. One of them just might get lucky.

After nearly an hour of working away at his desk, Odaka was ready to go back home. Of course he would have to return later for his regular hours so he planned on taking a nap and when he did come back to Club Kyoto he'd just leave a little early, seeing as he'd already put in some time.

Odaka collected his things and headed home but he had a quick stop to make first. He'd been over due for a visit at a friend's house and the occasion could no longer be postponed to see Aritomo Wakai.

Odaka rapped three times at the door and could faintly hear the sound of movement behind it. After a moment, the sound of the door locks being undone and a chain removed from the door let Odaka know that he'd been recognized through the small peephole and was being granted entrance into the home. The door slowly opened and its keeper left it ajar for Odaka to let himself in while the other man walked further inside, casually re-doing the sash on his robe. Odaka shut and locked the door behind him. He looked down into his associate's eyes and spoke. "Employee #063 has been terminated as of today." Wakai nodded in comprehension.

"Thanks."

"I didn't do it for your sake. I did it because she was replaceable." The other boy smirked at Odaka's words. "I don't want a situation like this to come up again."

"I was growing bored of her anyway. But you know how that is… so do you want some coffee or some tea maybe?"

"I want you to agree to keep your personal life out of Club Kyoto. It's especially tacky for someone of your position to be caught on camera having sex with a dancer." He was referring to a security tape that depicted Wakai and the said attic floor employee getting down and dirty in her dressing room; an area off limits to all customers.

The other man walked closer to Odaka, they were barely two inches apart and they could feel the heat of each other's breathing. "Okay…so is it tea or coffee?" Odaka kept quiet with a stern look on his face. "You know, you're barely in the doorway. Why are you acting like such a stranger in my house?" Odaka swallowed hard and it made the shorter boy smile curiously. He could tell that the taller man was not about to stop dwelling on the matter he'd introduced so Wakai tried to entertain him. "Well, how did she take the news?"

"She was upset, as could be expected. And moreover, she was confused. She adamantly informed me that you were just as guilty in the matter as she and queried whether you would face punishment as well."

"Sorry princess, no consequence here," Wakai said smiling. It was one of the highest perks for being an exucutive boss. "Ryu, don't look so disturbed. Like you said, she was replaceable but I'm not. Not that you could replace me anyway on account of you and I are partners," said Wakai as he fiddled with the collar of Odaka's jacket. "And in more ways than one."

"I've been lenient about letting employee's date each other when I should have just ruled against it. And I told you a million times to keep your personal life with that girl personal. I told you not to get wrapped up with other employees, particularly ones of lesser rank. I foretold that it would poorly influence your job performance because I knew you would be doing nothing more than spending all your time watching them parade around in their birthday suits."

"My job performance never declined in efficiency."

"You were in the dressing room screwing when you should have been in a meeting with Fujimiya-san and myself. I got rid of your girl because you weren't willing to give her up and she was causing you irresponsibility. I should have acted faster to stop you from first hiring her."

"So essentially, this whole thing is your fault," Wakai said jokingly. Odaka squinted his eyes. "Or not. But was it really necessary to fire her? She could have just been demoted back down to second floor."

"She was an unsophisticated wretch who took extra long breaks, let clients like you touch her in order to score a few extra dollars and was disrespectful toward me. I was reluctant to terminate her position at first. Initially I just wanted to warn her about cleaning up her act. I told her to stop doing extras for her customers."

"And then?"

"And then she proceeded to ignore me and threatened to complain about me. She tried to go over my head by writing a letter of complaint to Fujimiya-san. She wrote that his advisor Odaka-san, had continually harassed her along with other lies. Her words led me to realize that she wrote to get me terminated "

"And little did she know that Fujimiya-san is your advisor, not the other way around."

"Exactly. Why she assumed that Fujimiya was my boss, I do not know except for maybe the fact that he takes care of everything at the club and often does all of the firing and hiring that I used to do when the place first started out. What a mistake of identity she had made. After showing me the letter, Ran confronted her about it and explained to her the confusion in job titles. Then when she saw me in my office today, I thought that she might cry. I think she honestly believed that just because she had a relationship with you that she had some type of power. And she might have, if only she hadn't tried to ruin the wrong person."

"What a bitch."

"Indeed. Now fix me some of that tea you promised."

+++

Omi and Juro ran down the corridor to make it to class on time. They barely made the bell and snuck into their seats before the instructor could notice. The class formed into small groups and pairs in order to do a current work assignment. Omi and Juro of course paired up together as they always did.

Seated in a quieter portion of the room, Omi and Juro spoke in low voices of their personal lives what plans they had for the week.

"So do you wanna go to the mall or something, after school?" asked Juro.

"I wanna go now."

"Wishful thinking."

"Why does it smell in here?"

"I dunno, it smells like burnt road kill."

"Oh, I know," Omi whispered. "I think it's that kid behind us. He always smells."

Suddenly, the fire alarm went off.

"Cool," Juro beamed. "We get to escape. Grab your shit and lets go home."

Everyone rose from their seats, expecting the situation to just be a practice drill; but as soon as the smell of smoke became more evident and a voice over the loud speaker announcing that there was indeed a fire in the building, students began panicking and racing out of the front door. The teacher called for them to get back into a single file line but most were long gone. The smoke outside was black and flames were beginning to appear from the Home Economics Building.

Everyone knew where the designated places to escape from the fire were and raced to them while Omi and Juro crept along corridors with fast feet to the parking lot. To no surprise, a few other students were also trying their luck with playing hooky for the day.

The two friends piled into Juro's car and kissed their school good bye; both because they were leaving and because currently, one portion of it was burning to the ground.

The sound of fire engines whizzing by were soon upon them and Juro drove by, realizing that even if they hadn't left early, given the fact that their school was in flames might have the entire student body and staff released at some point.

On their way home, they neared the South Pointe mall. It was less than a mile away and since they had nothing better to do, the two boys decided to go inside. Juro turned onto the road that would best get him to the destination and coming in the opposite direction was none other than Ryu. The older boy's eyes locked onto the familiar vehicle and then identified the two boys inside, he squinted his eyes.

Shortly, Juro received a phone call.

"Moshi moshi."

"Hello, baby brother. How was school?"

"It burned down."

"Very funny."

"No really."

"Mhm," responded Ryu skeptically.

"Okay, so maybe it didn't burn down exactly but when we left it the Home Ec. Building was on fire."

"Are you two okay?"

"Hai. We're just going to do some shopping and perhaps pay your refrigerator another visit."

"Please do," said Ryu jokingly. "Alright, well I don't wanna keep you on the phone while your driving too long, it's dangerous."

"That it is."

"So I'll talk to you later."

"Ja na." Juro hung up the phone as he pulled into a parking space. Suddenly the phone rang again. "It's probably Ryu again. Can you answer that for me, Omi."

"Eto…"

"What is it?"

"It's my phone this time," replied Omi. "Hello," he said answering it.

"Hey, Omi. It's Ken."

"Hey Ken."

"Hi Ken-kun," Juro yelled sweetly."

Ken laughed. "So what are you guys up to right now? I would have thought that you'd keep your phone on vibrate when your in school and turn on your voice mail."

"Yeah, we're not exactly in school right now. Long story why."

"Well, do you and Juro maybe wanna get together tonight?"

"Sure. We can all four go to a club or something, Yohji included."

"Uh…I was kind of thinking that we could leave him out of it. Besides, I think he might already have other plans. I'll explain to you later."

"That's cool."

"Alright then, Ja na."

+++

The day came and went. The sky was at twilight and both Yohji and Ken were getting ready to go out. Yohji was going for the more sophisticated look while Ken outfitted himself in club wear.

The eldest waited on the couch patiently for Aya to arrive. They had another dinner date, which this time would take place at the Ocean Mist, seafood bistro. Ken strolled into the living room, searching for his wallet.

"Looking for this?" Yohji asked.

"Thanks," said Ken as he took the wallet from Yohji's hand.

"It was between the couch cushions." Ken nodded and put the slip into his pocket. He then moved about the room to grasp his house keys and took a light jacket from the coat rack. "So," started Yohji. The two of them usually weren't this quiet. "What's up?" [That sounded lame.]

Ken looked at Yohji and then returned his gaze back to the jacket he was trying to straighten up. The younger boy shrugged his shoulders.

Yohji rose to his feet and made to look out the window. "Is that Aya?" he asked quietly. He knew the redhead hadn't showed up yet but he needed an excuse to stand up and be closer to Ken without seeming awkward. "Nope, not him. Well, I hope you have a good time tonight. Half of me wishes I were going with you."

Ken shrugged his shoulders again. Yohji sighed inwardly. The younger boy sensed that his friend was feeling uncomfortable so he tried to seem friendlier. "Take notes, I wanna know how the food is at…that place," he couldn't quite remember where Yohji said he was going to. The older boy smiled and moved closer to Ken. He made to kiss the younger man on the mouth but Ken's head moved and he ended up kissing him on the cheek. Yohji's blushed and Ken lauged inwardly at the sight. The younger boy leaned forward slightly and Yohji closed his eyes.

Ken put a hand to Yohji's face and caressed the older boy's lips with his thumb. Ken halted himself from going any further when suddenly his mind diffused his heart. Yes, he loved Yohji and cared for the man but somehow he was different, more so than Ken had seen him in a while. No longer were Yohji's kisses inviting and attractive. Instead the older boy's lips looked tainted, they looked spoiled. They'd been essentially dirtied by the first touch of Aya's arousal and Ken saw only that now. His imagination replaced the redhead's fluids back at Yohji's lips; and all over, Aya's fingerprints seemed to lead and were most concentrated between Yohji's legs. Just from one man, Yohji seemed used. He'd been fouled by reason that he'd pleasured the enemy and Ken's stomach now turned at the very thought of attaching his mouth to Yohji's.

Yohji leaned inward, expectant of the kiss… "I hear a car outside," said Ken and he pulled away. Yohji's eyes fluttered open. Ken looked out the window. "It's my cab."

"Oh…well, have a good time."

Ken opened the front door to witness Aya's car pull into the driveway as well. "Your ride's here too, Yohji."

"Cool."

The two exited the house and locked up. In unison they entered their respective cars and took off but not without catching each other's eyes first. They did not smile nor frown but that was okay. They each knew that the other was in thought.

[I miss Ken.]

[I don't miss Yohji…I hope.] Ken only wondered if he should have stolen that last kiss. It was the last one he'd get a chance at before he knew or believed rather, that Aya would posses Yohji entirely, even as primitive as it seemed, by entering Yohji in the most intimate of ways and marking him with his seed. [Yohji.]