Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Chains ❯ Support Me ( Chapter 48 )

Notes: A short chapter this time. All your kind reviews have motivated me to get back to more regular postings, so I’ll try hard to put out the next chapter soon!


Chapter Forty-Eight: Support Me



But you weren’t here. You left me.

Aya didn’t say the words, but Yohji heard them well enough. They ran through his mind as he tested the wound with tentative touches.

“I don’t want you doing this shit. What do I have to do, watch you twenty-four seven? I know my company’s great, but geez, Aya.”

He smiled, trying to break through the tension and at the same time pretty sure it was a lost cause. Aya didn’t look up, just sat resting his chin on his chest, eyes closed like he might sleep now that Yohji was back.

Releasing the boy’s arm, Yohji was glad when it was drawn back towards its owner’s chest. At least he was still conscious. Shuffling to his feet, Yohji paused to toss his coat into the bedroom before heading to the bathroom.

There he once again dug the med kit out from under the sink, setting it on the floor by his feet as he paused to wash his face and get it together. He set his shades on the vanity and ran both hands under the faucet before brushing them through his hair and over his face. That didn’t quite do it. His chin was rough with stubble, his hair greasy, his shirt stained; there were circles under his eyes, and if he had had a bit more energy he would have gladly brushed his teeth. Instead, he stuck his whole head under the faucet, soaking himself with the cold water. As he straightened, it ran off his hair, darkening the shoulder of his expensive top and slicking dark blonde waves to the sides of his face. He grabbed the hand towel to get the worst of it.

Wet, but feeling slightly more in the world, he picked up the kit and went back to Aya.

What the hell was he going to do with him?

Something, Yohji decided as he knelt again by the boy. Despite his best efforts, the kid was a mess. Obviously, Yohji thought as he again arrested the injured arm, he couldn’t take care of himself. He couldn’t be left alone for long, at least when he didn’t have something to occupy him. It really was like having a kitten; you couldn’t very well leave it in a dark, empty room and expect it not to long for attention or tear something up. And Aya was a stray Yohji had brought home, his own pitiful, abused, seriously high maintenance project.

Just clipping his claws had obviously not been enough.

Shaking his head, Yohji applied a good bit of antibacterial ointment and wrapped a cotton bandage around Aya’s arm.

“If you keep this up, we’re going to have to restock. You use more of these things than Ken.”

His second go at levity met with the same lack of reaction as the first, so, closing the kit, he set it against the wall and stood again. Then he reached a hand down to help Aya up. His last attempt at peace had been derailed, and he hoped the simple offering wouldn’t be disregarded.

“Aya?”

It took a second, but finally tired violet eyes rose to look not at his face but at his outstretched hand. Yohji was sure he made quite the picture, worn and ragged around the edge, too rough to be prince charming. But maybe Aya didn’t mind. Lifting his bandaged arm, he place his cool hand into Yohji’s and let the blonde help him to his feet. He staggered a little, the stress of the long day pushing him towards passing out where he stood.

It was too late to bother with pajamas or turning back the covers, and Yohji simply shuffled them both into the bed. When Aya tried to curl up on the edge, he was coaxed back; there wasn’t much protest, and Yohji moved him like a rag doll, feeling how light he was even as dead weight. He ended up with his head resting on Yohji’s shoulder and his arm laid carefully across the man’s chest. Too tired to fight against it, Yohji let himself be led by instinct, and so he fell asleep gently petting Aya’s hair.

~tbc~

Notes: Aww, the warm-fuzzies! Think they’ll stick around ‘til morning?