Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Chains ❯ Floor Me ( Chapter 94 )
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By: Miko No Hoshi 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.17.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 755 | Visits: 218 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.17.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 755 | Visits: 218 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Ninety-four: Floor Me
“Why?”
“Because I do,” Yohji said earnestly. There were a hundred things he might have said, that Aya was beautiful and sad, tragic and so damn mysterious, but he didn’t, letting the feeling rest on its own, inscrutable merits.
Aya was silent for a long time, just staring at him, then, “You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough,” Yohji returned.
“You don’t!” Aya suddenly yelled at him. The boy was on his feet in an instant, shaking, but whether from fear or rage Yohji wasn’t sure.
“Aya—”
“Stop,” Aya told him as the blonde stood. His breathing was becoming erratic, and any hopes of a quiet conversation went out the damn window. But Yohji had expected this, hadn’t he?
“Aya, listen—”
“You listen! I…you can’t…if…if you feel that way,” he spat out the words even as he backed up protectively against the counter, “it’s because you want me, not because you like me.”
“I—”
“Just do it, Yohji! Don’t sit here and try to talk nice when you’re just going to do it anyway! I…this…”
“Aya—”
̶ 0;I’m sorry, Yohji. I can’t just—”
“Let me talk, damnit!”
Aya stopped trying to cut him off, looking at him with eyes that were scared and almost wild. His hand had fallen from his hair and now it gripped the collar around his neck, tugging like it was choking him.
“Aya,” Yohji started again, taking a tentative step towards the boy, reaching out a hand as if to touch a temperamental house pet. “You’ve got to calm down, princess.”
He’d hoped to lighten the mood, but it didn’t even merit a glare. Slowly, carefully, he approached, getting close and putting his hand on top of Aya’s. He gently pried the trembling appendage from around the collar and held on to it.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said again.
“He said that too, before,” Aya said quietly, just before his eyes dropped away, looking at Yohji’s chest rather than meeting his stare. Yohji didn’t know who the he was, but he didn’t like Aya comparing them.
“I’m not him. And, look here,” he tipped up Aya’s chin, letting two fingers rest under it in order to keep his eyes up, “I’m not going to hurt you. And I’m not going to force you to do anything. Do you understand that?”
Aya just stared at him. Yohji let his hands fall away and sighed.
“You don’t, do you? Even after all this time. What can I do to make you understand?”
He reached to touch Aya’s hair, smoothing down the strands.
“It’s your choice, Aya. I want this,” he laughed a bit, under his breath, “Gods, I want this, but I’m not going to force you. It’s your call. So, are you going to run away scared, or are you going to trust me?”
For a moment, Yohji thought he had pressed to far, manipulated too much. There was tug of guilt as he watched confusion war with fear in violet eyes.
Then Aya moved. Two shaking hands came up, hesitated, then lit on Yohji’s shoulders. He didn’t move, scarcely breathed in fear of scaring them away like flighty birds. Aya was shaking all over now, but he edged away from the counter, even closer to Yohji, only a hair’s breadth between them.
“I’m not scared of you,” he whispered.
Soft lips touched his, and it took Yohji a second to realize Aya had kissed him. Before he could even process the idea, the boy was drawing away. It took every bit of his willpower not to grab him and kiss him thoroughly, but that would only harm his cause. Yohji practically yelled this at himself, demanding he stay still and prove that he wasn’t going to push it. He was silent, still, as Aya slipped around him and disappeared. But he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
~tbc~
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“Why?”
“Because I do,” Yohji said earnestly. There were a hundred things he might have said, that Aya was beautiful and sad, tragic and so damn mysterious, but he didn’t, letting the feeling rest on its own, inscrutable merits.
Aya was silent for a long time, just staring at him, then, “You don’t even know me.”
“I know enough,” Yohji returned.
“You don’t!” Aya suddenly yelled at him. The boy was on his feet in an instant, shaking, but whether from fear or rage Yohji wasn’t sure.
“Aya—”
“Stop,” Aya told him as the blonde stood. His breathing was becoming erratic, and any hopes of a quiet conversation went out the damn window. But Yohji had expected this, hadn’t he?
“Aya, listen—”
“You listen! I…you can’t…if…if you feel that way,” he spat out the words even as he backed up protectively against the counter, “it’s because you want me, not because you like me.”
“I—”
“Just do it, Yohji! Don’t sit here and try to talk nice when you’re just going to do it anyway! I…this…”
“Aya—”
̶ 0;I’m sorry, Yohji. I can’t just—”
“Let me talk, damnit!”
Aya stopped trying to cut him off, looking at him with eyes that were scared and almost wild. His hand had fallen from his hair and now it gripped the collar around his neck, tugging like it was choking him.
“Aya,” Yohji started again, taking a tentative step towards the boy, reaching out a hand as if to touch a temperamental house pet. “You’ve got to calm down, princess.”
He’d hoped to lighten the mood, but it didn’t even merit a glare. Slowly, carefully, he approached, getting close and putting his hand on top of Aya’s. He gently pried the trembling appendage from around the collar and held on to it.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said again.
“He said that too, before,” Aya said quietly, just before his eyes dropped away, looking at Yohji’s chest rather than meeting his stare. Yohji didn’t know who the he was, but he didn’t like Aya comparing them.
“I’m not him. And, look here,” he tipped up Aya’s chin, letting two fingers rest under it in order to keep his eyes up, “I’m not going to hurt you. And I’m not going to force you to do anything. Do you understand that?”
Aya just stared at him. Yohji let his hands fall away and sighed.
“You don’t, do you? Even after all this time. What can I do to make you understand?”
He reached to touch Aya’s hair, smoothing down the strands.
“It’s your choice, Aya. I want this,” he laughed a bit, under his breath, “Gods, I want this, but I’m not going to force you. It’s your call. So, are you going to run away scared, or are you going to trust me?”
For a moment, Yohji thought he had pressed to far, manipulated too much. There was tug of guilt as he watched confusion war with fear in violet eyes.
Then Aya moved. Two shaking hands came up, hesitated, then lit on Yohji’s shoulders. He didn’t move, scarcely breathed in fear of scaring them away like flighty birds. Aya was shaking all over now, but he edged away from the counter, even closer to Yohji, only a hair’s breadth between them.
“I’m not scared of you,” he whispered.
Soft lips touched his, and it took Yohji a second to realize Aya had kissed him. Before he could even process the idea, the boy was drawing away. It took every bit of his willpower not to grab him and kiss him thoroughly, but that would only harm his cause. Yohji practically yelled this at himself, demanding he stay still and prove that he wasn’t going to push it. He was silent, still, as Aya slipped around him and disappeared. But he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
~tbc~
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