Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Chains ❯ Face Me ( Chapter 92 )
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By: Miko No Hoshi 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.05.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 493 | Visits: 244 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.05.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 493 | Visits: 244 | Status: Work In Progress
Notes: A short chapter this time, but maybe something important happens…
Chapter Ninety-two: Face Me
“And I’m not.”
Yohji could only stare at him, mind busy trying to recall what he had said and in what context. It didn’t take him long to dredge up the odd conversation, one of many he’d had with the boy. Taking a deep breath, he reached to tip up Aya’s chin and bring reluctant amethyst eyes up to meet his own.
“I want that for you, Aya, not for me,” he said softly.
It was surprising (though it shouldn’t have been at all) how much weight the boy put on Yohji’s words, and the blonde had tossed those out carelessly enough. He had never thought that night that Aya would act so dramatically on the one request he had inadvertently made. It came into focus, though, all the improvements the other had made now shadowed by what was an obvious attempt to please and appease Yohji.
Something in that hurt. Yohji supposed it was the fact that he had thought Aya was making real progress. In a way it was, but it wasn’t the same. And, he had to be more careful.
“You’ve been doing great,” he continued, brushing back Aya’s ragged bangs, “really great. But, fuck Aya, I thought you understood.”
“I’m sorry, Yohji.”
“Stop that,” he requested, snagging Aya’s right hand away when short fingernails began to run over the other wrist. “Don’t be sorry—you, Aya, you’re doing good. No one expects you to be perfect, not after—”
Shit. That wasn’t the right thing to say. Yohji felt the tension increase in Aya’s body and watched those strange eyes flee again. With a sigh, he took another route.
“You’re not a…you don’t belong to anybody, Aya. Not me, not anybody else. You do what you want to do, and when you’re worried, talk to me, okay? Then we don’t have to go through this.”
Nothing.
“Aya? Okay?”
A nod, unsure at best. Releasing the hand he had taken prisoner, Yohji took gentle hold of Aya’s face and tipped it up. It shocked him, the worry in those eye and, more than that, a kind of longing. He didn’t think about it, made no conscious decision, but he did it just the same; leaning forward, he pressed his lips to Aya’s, a brief, warm touch.
The boy was perfectly still, and when Yohji pulled back, his eyes were closed.
~tbc~
Notes: Reviews keep the boys from running away from their feelings! Rope works too, I guess…
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Chapter Ninety-two: Face Me
“And I’m not.”
Yohji could only stare at him, mind busy trying to recall what he had said and in what context. It didn’t take him long to dredge up the odd conversation, one of many he’d had with the boy. Taking a deep breath, he reached to tip up Aya’s chin and bring reluctant amethyst eyes up to meet his own.
“I want that for you, Aya, not for me,” he said softly.
It was surprising (though it shouldn’t have been at all) how much weight the boy put on Yohji’s words, and the blonde had tossed those out carelessly enough. He had never thought that night that Aya would act so dramatically on the one request he had inadvertently made. It came into focus, though, all the improvements the other had made now shadowed by what was an obvious attempt to please and appease Yohji.
Something in that hurt. Yohji supposed it was the fact that he had thought Aya was making real progress. In a way it was, but it wasn’t the same. And, he had to be more careful.
“You’ve been doing great,” he continued, brushing back Aya’s ragged bangs, “really great. But, fuck Aya, I thought you understood.”
“I’m sorry, Yohji.”
“Stop that,” he requested, snagging Aya’s right hand away when short fingernails began to run over the other wrist. “Don’t be sorry—you, Aya, you’re doing good. No one expects you to be perfect, not after—”
Shit. That wasn’t the right thing to say. Yohji felt the tension increase in Aya’s body and watched those strange eyes flee again. With a sigh, he took another route.
“You’re not a…you don’t belong to anybody, Aya. Not me, not anybody else. You do what you want to do, and when you’re worried, talk to me, okay? Then we don’t have to go through this.”
Nothing.
“Aya? Okay?”
A nod, unsure at best. Releasing the hand he had taken prisoner, Yohji took gentle hold of Aya’s face and tipped it up. It shocked him, the worry in those eye and, more than that, a kind of longing. He didn’t think about it, made no conscious decision, but he did it just the same; leaning forward, he pressed his lips to Aya’s, a brief, warm touch.
The boy was perfectly still, and when Yohji pulled back, his eyes were closed.
~tbc~
Notes: Reviews keep the boys from running away from their feelings! Rope works too, I guess…
Converting /tmp/php8S5vJL to /dev/stdout