Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Chains ❯ Consider Me ( Chapter 86 )
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By: Miko No Hoshi 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.30.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 227 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.30.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 227 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Eighty-Six: Consider Me
“Shit, Aya,” Yohji huffed, “couldn’t you at least wait till lunch?”
“Sorry,” Aya got out before leaning back over the toilet to finish throwing up his breakfast.
Yohji sighed, gathering red hair more carefully in his hands, trying to keep the long strands back. It had been a rough night, and the day wasn’t looking much better.
“Okay?” he asked, and when Aya nodded, left him to wet a washcloth and hand it over. He watched the boy wipe his mouth and sit back on his heels. He looked too pale, even with his cheeks trying to blush in embarrassment. “You really okay?”
~*~
“Hey, I’m gonna run to the store. Can you get Aya?”
Omi nodded, taking the broom from Yohji outstretched hand, “Get something for supper.”
“Huh? Sure.”
It had been a slow day, and they were almost done closing up, so Omi left Ken to finish the sweeping and went out to the greenhouse. Disengaging the alarm, he stepped inside.
Immediately his senses were assaulted with the humidity of the place, and hard on that was the smell of dirt. Where there had been junk before was now an orderly array of trays, sprouting trays followed by small planting ones and even a few pots. Here and there were beginnings of green. All and all, it looked very professional.
At the end of one of the tables, Aya was poking at a tray with the eraser end of a pencil. Omi walked over.
“Wow, Aya-kun, it looks great!”
The boy looked away, focused on the tray in front of him.
“How’d you know how to do this?”
“I,” he stopped, put down the pencil, “Yohji bought me a book.”
“I’ll have to read it sometime.”
Aya nodded.
“Come on in; we’re cleaning up.” Reaching to take Aya’s arm, he was surprised when the boy stepped out of range and gave him a rather cold stare.
“Don’t touch me,” Aya said.
Taken aback, Omi couldn’t do more than nod. When he turned to go, he found Aya followed him just fine, but the whole thing was slightly disconcerting.
~*~
“Here,” Yohji pronounced, opening his shopping bag and tossing a few items onto the kitchen table.
Omi picked up a small tub, turning it around so he could read the label: pimento cheese.
“Yohji-kun, I mean something I could cook—or at least a pizza!”
“Sorry, chibi, wasn’t grocery shopping,” he explained.
“Where’d you go?”
“Gas station,” Yohji explained, tipping the bag over and dumping out three cartons of cigarettes. He seemed to be in a hurry to get into one of them, tearing the end off rather roughly and shaking out a pack. He was well on his way to having the plastic off by the time Omi figured out what he’d been out for.
“So many?” He really didn’t like Yohji smoking so much, and three cartons seemed like overkill even for him.
The blonde just shrugged, “Been going through the damn things.”
Shaking his head, Omi opened the loaf of bread. Collecting paper plates and a knife, he set them on the table, sighing over the meager looking dinner.
“Did you get anything else?” he questioned, hoping for a bag or chips. Yohji, cigarette already in his mouth, nodded. “What?”
“This,” the other answered, holding up a lighter. When Omi didn’t respond, he used it to light his cigarette.
“Not in the kitchen.”
“Not in the kitchen,” Yohji mocked, words a little slurred around the cigarette, “I brought you your damn dinner.”
~*~
By the time Yohji made it back inside, Ken and Omi were at the table making their way through a couple sandwiches. Someone must have unearthed chips after all, since a rumpled bag sat in the middle of the table. Something, however, was missing.
“Where’s Aya?” Yohji asked, grabbing a plate without sitting down and starting to put together a sandwich.
“Upstairs,” Ken said around a mouthful of food.
“Didn’t you guys go get him?”
Ken rolled his eyes, swallowing before he answered, “I asked if he was coming down and he said he wasn’t.”
“Huh,” Yohji considered. That was a first. Aya hadn’t been having the best day, and while he could probably get the boy to come down and eat, Yohji wasn’t sure it was worth the confrontation. Deciding to make an extra sandwich and take it upstairs with his own food, the blonde was inadvertently detained by Omi’s next comment.
~*~
Five minutes later, Yohji was shouting. He had some vague recollection of how it had come to this, but all that mattered at the moment was telling Omi exactly how fucking wrong he was.
“What do you know?” he asked, slamming his hand down on the table.
“Yohji-kun, I was just—”
“Just what? Just making goddamn assumptions, trying to make it like Aya’s some…some monster or something!”
“I didn’t say that!” Omi defended, eyes wide in the face of Yohji’s anger.
“What do you want? You want him to have a fucking breakdown and tell us all how he’s feeling? You want tears or some other bullshit? You need proof that he’s ‘normal’? Well guess what, none of us are fucking normal!”
“Calm down,” Ken demanded, standing now behind Omi’s chair as Yohji loomed over him. Immediately, he was in Ken’s face.
“Calm down,” he repeated, laughing darkly, “how can I calm down when you two are down here plotting, making Aya out to be—“
“I didn’t say that!” Omi cried. “I just said that the genetic alteration might make him less susceptible to emotions. Yohji-kun—”
“Shut up,” Yohji said. He took a breath, step back, trying to make himself less than furious; it wasn’t working very well. “You didn’t see him. He’s a fucking mess, Omi. Nightmares all night long. Scared to let me touch him. Hell, he hasn’t even managed to keep any food down today.
“Does that make you feel better? He kept it together until the mission was over, that’s a hell of a lot more than either of you two managed.” It wasn’t nice, throwing that in their faces, but he was pissed enough to do it. They were dismissing all of it, everything Aya was going through, on the premise of genetic engineering. Was it that hard to see that the boy was a mess? And why hadn’t they bothered to ask Yohji?
“We didn’t know,” Omi said quietly. Yohji hmphed and began gathering up his dinner. He didn’t feel much like eating, but Aya definitely needed food. “Yohji-kun, I didn’t mean anything bad, please.”
Wide blue eyes pleaded with him.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking,” he looked away, ignoring those eyes, refusing the apology as he silently left the room. They needed to sit and think about he said, and Yohji needed to cool off before he hit one of them. What he had previously considered supportive, if quiet, members of his effort to help Aya had turned traitorous, leaving it to him.
He still wasn’t sure he was ready for the responsibility.
“Hey,” he said quietly as he pushed the bedroom door open with his hip. Aya was on the bed, reading. “Dinner’s here.”
~*~
“Well, I feel like shit, you?” Ken questioned as he resettled in his seat at the kitchen table. He looked at his half-eaten sandwich for a second before shoving the rest of it into his mouth.
Omi just nodded. He hadn’t meant to make Yohji angry, and, honestly, he thought the older man took his words a bit out of context and much more personally than he had intended. Pondering this, he sat back down next to Ken.
“They’re getting close, aren’t they?” he asked, gesturing towards the stairs.
~*~
Picking the crust carefully off the sandwich in his hands, Aya looked up to see Yohji staring at him. There was something in his eyes, an intense something that Aya was at a loss to explain. Setting his sandwich down on the paper plate, he turned his full attention to the blonde, trying to figure it out.
Yohji grinned at him, gesturing to the food.
“Yohji…” He wanted to ask what made the man look that way, like he was looking for something he could never find.
“Yeah?”
“What do you want?”
“I just want you to be normal.”
~tbc~
Notes: Please review. Every time this gets a new review it motivates me to keep working on it, and I promise there’s more plot coming, really! Thanks everyone!
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“Shit, Aya,” Yohji huffed, “couldn’t you at least wait till lunch?”
“Sorry,” Aya got out before leaning back over the toilet to finish throwing up his breakfast.
Yohji sighed, gathering red hair more carefully in his hands, trying to keep the long strands back. It had been a rough night, and the day wasn’t looking much better.
“Okay?” he asked, and when Aya nodded, left him to wet a washcloth and hand it over. He watched the boy wipe his mouth and sit back on his heels. He looked too pale, even with his cheeks trying to blush in embarrassment. “You really okay?”
~*~
“Hey, I’m gonna run to the store. Can you get Aya?”
Omi nodded, taking the broom from Yohji outstretched hand, “Get something for supper.”
“Huh? Sure.”
It had been a slow day, and they were almost done closing up, so Omi left Ken to finish the sweeping and went out to the greenhouse. Disengaging the alarm, he stepped inside.
Immediately his senses were assaulted with the humidity of the place, and hard on that was the smell of dirt. Where there had been junk before was now an orderly array of trays, sprouting trays followed by small planting ones and even a few pots. Here and there were beginnings of green. All and all, it looked very professional.
At the end of one of the tables, Aya was poking at a tray with the eraser end of a pencil. Omi walked over.
“Wow, Aya-kun, it looks great!”
The boy looked away, focused on the tray in front of him.
“How’d you know how to do this?”
“I,” he stopped, put down the pencil, “Yohji bought me a book.”
“I’ll have to read it sometime.”
Aya nodded.
“Come on in; we’re cleaning up.” Reaching to take Aya’s arm, he was surprised when the boy stepped out of range and gave him a rather cold stare.
“Don’t touch me,” Aya said.
Taken aback, Omi couldn’t do more than nod. When he turned to go, he found Aya followed him just fine, but the whole thing was slightly disconcerting.
~*~
“Here,” Yohji pronounced, opening his shopping bag and tossing a few items onto the kitchen table.
Omi picked up a small tub, turning it around so he could read the label: pimento cheese.
“Yohji-kun, I mean something I could cook—or at least a pizza!”
“Sorry, chibi, wasn’t grocery shopping,” he explained.
“Where’d you go?”
“Gas station,” Yohji explained, tipping the bag over and dumping out three cartons of cigarettes. He seemed to be in a hurry to get into one of them, tearing the end off rather roughly and shaking out a pack. He was well on his way to having the plastic off by the time Omi figured out what he’d been out for.
“So many?” He really didn’t like Yohji smoking so much, and three cartons seemed like overkill even for him.
The blonde just shrugged, “Been going through the damn things.”
Shaking his head, Omi opened the loaf of bread. Collecting paper plates and a knife, he set them on the table, sighing over the meager looking dinner.
“Did you get anything else?” he questioned, hoping for a bag or chips. Yohji, cigarette already in his mouth, nodded. “What?”
“This,” the other answered, holding up a lighter. When Omi didn’t respond, he used it to light his cigarette.
“Not in the kitchen.”
“Not in the kitchen,” Yohji mocked, words a little slurred around the cigarette, “I brought you your damn dinner.”
~*~
By the time Yohji made it back inside, Ken and Omi were at the table making their way through a couple sandwiches. Someone must have unearthed chips after all, since a rumpled bag sat in the middle of the table. Something, however, was missing.
“Where’s Aya?” Yohji asked, grabbing a plate without sitting down and starting to put together a sandwich.
“Upstairs,” Ken said around a mouthful of food.
“Didn’t you guys go get him?”
Ken rolled his eyes, swallowing before he answered, “I asked if he was coming down and he said he wasn’t.”
“Huh,” Yohji considered. That was a first. Aya hadn’t been having the best day, and while he could probably get the boy to come down and eat, Yohji wasn’t sure it was worth the confrontation. Deciding to make an extra sandwich and take it upstairs with his own food, the blonde was inadvertently detained by Omi’s next comment.
~*~
Five minutes later, Yohji was shouting. He had some vague recollection of how it had come to this, but all that mattered at the moment was telling Omi exactly how fucking wrong he was.
“What do you know?” he asked, slamming his hand down on the table.
“Yohji-kun, I was just—”
“Just what? Just making goddamn assumptions, trying to make it like Aya’s some…some monster or something!”
“I didn’t say that!” Omi defended, eyes wide in the face of Yohji’s anger.
“What do you want? You want him to have a fucking breakdown and tell us all how he’s feeling? You want tears or some other bullshit? You need proof that he’s ‘normal’? Well guess what, none of us are fucking normal!”
“Calm down,” Ken demanded, standing now behind Omi’s chair as Yohji loomed over him. Immediately, he was in Ken’s face.
“Calm down,” he repeated, laughing darkly, “how can I calm down when you two are down here plotting, making Aya out to be—“
“I didn’t say that!” Omi cried. “I just said that the genetic alteration might make him less susceptible to emotions. Yohji-kun—”
“Shut up,” Yohji said. He took a breath, step back, trying to make himself less than furious; it wasn’t working very well. “You didn’t see him. He’s a fucking mess, Omi. Nightmares all night long. Scared to let me touch him. Hell, he hasn’t even managed to keep any food down today.
“Does that make you feel better? He kept it together until the mission was over, that’s a hell of a lot more than either of you two managed.” It wasn’t nice, throwing that in their faces, but he was pissed enough to do it. They were dismissing all of it, everything Aya was going through, on the premise of genetic engineering. Was it that hard to see that the boy was a mess? And why hadn’t they bothered to ask Yohji?
“We didn’t know,” Omi said quietly. Yohji hmphed and began gathering up his dinner. He didn’t feel much like eating, but Aya definitely needed food. “Yohji-kun, I didn’t mean anything bad, please.”
Wide blue eyes pleaded with him.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking,” he looked away, ignoring those eyes, refusing the apology as he silently left the room. They needed to sit and think about he said, and Yohji needed to cool off before he hit one of them. What he had previously considered supportive, if quiet, members of his effort to help Aya had turned traitorous, leaving it to him.
He still wasn’t sure he was ready for the responsibility.
“Hey,” he said quietly as he pushed the bedroom door open with his hip. Aya was on the bed, reading. “Dinner’s here.”
~*~
“Well, I feel like shit, you?” Ken questioned as he resettled in his seat at the kitchen table. He looked at his half-eaten sandwich for a second before shoving the rest of it into his mouth.
Omi just nodded. He hadn’t meant to make Yohji angry, and, honestly, he thought the older man took his words a bit out of context and much more personally than he had intended. Pondering this, he sat back down next to Ken.
“They’re getting close, aren’t they?” he asked, gesturing towards the stairs.
~*~
Picking the crust carefully off the sandwich in his hands, Aya looked up to see Yohji staring at him. There was something in his eyes, an intense something that Aya was at a loss to explain. Setting his sandwich down on the paper plate, he turned his full attention to the blonde, trying to figure it out.
Yohji grinned at him, gesturing to the food.
“Yohji…” He wanted to ask what made the man look that way, like he was looking for something he could never find.
“Yeah?”
“What do you want?”
“I just want you to be normal.”
~tbc~
Notes: Please review. Every time this gets a new review it motivates me to keep working on it, and I promise there’s more plot coming, really! Thanks everyone!
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