Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Chains ❯ Clear Me ( Chapter 81 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Chapter Eighty-One: Clear Me


“In private,” Manx emphasized, turning to cut Yohji off before he walked down the stairs. He wanted to protest, but the look in her eyes prevented it. Seeing she had won, she offered him a smile, “We’ll only be a minute.”

The door closed in his face as she disappeared into the basement with Aya.

That was it. Sign on the dotted line. He quelled a shiver that wanted to run down his spine and turned to go into the empty kitchen. Walking to the sink, he turned, stalked back to the table, then back to the sink again. His hands clutched nervously at the counter.

What the hell had he done?

Yohji had promised himself that he wasn’t going to drink so much, but this was an exception. He couldn’t sit at the table by himself and listen to the voice in his head, not when it kept blaming him for getting Aya into this. The boy was down there, signing his life over to Kritiker.

Fuck.

He opened the freezer door, shifted the frozen meals, and took a bottle from the back. It was Crown Royal and mostly full. Yohji wasn’t going to drink it all since Aya might need him after this, but he sure as hell was going to have some. He couldn’t stop going over the decisions he’d made.

This shit was going to drive him crazy one day.

He took a shot glass from on top of the refrigerator and sat at the table to fill it. Lifting it in some unknown solute, he took the shot without a chaser and poured another.

~*~

It was barely thirty minutes later when the basement door opened, but Yohji had made good time and was feeling the effects of the whiskey. He didn’t get up, just looked evenly at Manx.

“We’re finished,” she said, giving no indication of how the meeting had gone. Aya was less than helpful as he stared at the floor.

“Well?” Yohji questioned.

“I’ll have a mission for you tomorrow,” she answered in a cold tone as she stared down his bottle. He just nodded and downed the shot he had already poured so he could refill the glass. Apparently disgusted and done with the both of them, Manx simply turned and left, leaving them to their own, fucked up commiseration.

Using his foot to push out the chair next to him, Yohji motioned to Aya, “Sit.”

Aya looked up at him, his expression troubled.

Even as the boy went for the chair, Yohji corrected his own rude words, “Sit down, Aya, please.”

Aya sat stiffly in the chair, staring at his lap as his hands tugged at the end of his black shirt.

“Here,” Yohji said, pushing the brimming shot glass in his direction.

No, Aya shook his head. Yeah, it was probably too much to ask. Yohji pulled the glass back and took the shot himself. It didn’t seem to ease Aya’s nervousness, and he watched the boy tug on his collar before going for his hair.

“It’s okay,” Yohji soothed, “Nothing’s gonna happen, Aya. I just…I’m worried, that’s all. Here, I’m done.”

Resolutely setting the glass aside, he took Aya’s hand instead, dragging it away from the much abused eartail and setting it on the table. He gently traced the long fingers, trying to put the boy at ease.

“It’s not so bad,” he lied. “I mean, you’ll get the hang of it. Don’t worry, okay?”

“You’re worried,” Aya said quietly.

“Yeah,” Yohji admitted. “Can’t help it. I’ll be there, Aya, I promise I won’t anything happen to you.”

There was a long moment of quiet.

“You won’t leave me?” Aya whispered, purple eyes looking up at him.

“No, I won’t leave you.”

“And you won’t…you won’t hate me afterwards?”

“No, Aya. I won’t ever hate you.”

~tbc~


Notes: Review to comfort the boys? I don’t think it’s going to any easier for them…
Converting /tmp/phpCMp5TC to /dev/stdout