Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Chains ❯ Find Me ( Chapter 95 )
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By: Miko No Hoshi 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.24.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 230 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.24.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 230 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Ninety-Five: Find Me
“Are you sure?” Yohji questioned. Leaning against the wall, he looked over Omi’s shoulder.
Omi clicked a few more times at the keyboard and nodded.
“I’ve done the search three times, Yohji-kun. There’s no one that even resembles her description, at least, not anyone in coma.”
“You check just the hospitals?”
“Hospitals. Institutions. Even assisted care facilities,” Omi replied. “I didn’t find anything.”
Yohji sighed, then, at Omi’s dejected expression, “You did your best, kid.”
“I’ll keep trying, but…I don’t know how we’re going to find her. I’m not sure she’s still in Japan. Are you going to tell Aya-kun?”
Yohji thought about it for a moment. “No. Not yet. Keeping looking, Omi.”
~*~
“You gonna cook dinner for me tonight?” Yohji asked as he dropped into the chair next to Aya’s.
The redhead looked up from an arrangement of white carnations, instantly tense.
“I…”
Yohji waited, shifting back in his seat to give the boy more room.
“I could…make stir fry, maybe?”
“Sounds great,” Yohji smiled, happy with the barest hints of conversation he could goad Aya into. Even now Aya was looking hesitantly at him, still needing to check his reactions to any suggestion he might make.
Assured he wasn’t upset, Aya went back to his arrangement, gently coaxing the carnations to sit right within the transparent, blue vase.
“Ken and Omi are going to see a movie, so it’ll just be us.”
There was the barest nod of Aya’s head, but Yohji could see the increasing tension in the shoulders. He suppressed a sigh.
“We could watch a movie here. Or play a game or something. You like games, Aya?”
This was something else he was starting to do, putting forth little questions on a regular basis. Aya, unfortunately, was a little less than forthcoming with his answers.
“I…”
It was those ‘I’ statements that really got him.
“You?” Yohji encouraged gently.
“Yes. Sometimes. When…sometimes.”
“Good.”
And with that he left, not acknowledging the tension. After the kiss incident two days ago, Aya was constantly on guard, like Yohji would grab in at any instant. The blonde had known better than to push it, giving Aya time and space and waiting for the perfect, or at least one rather acceptable, moment to press his suite.
~*~
“Okay,” Yohji conceded, leaning back against the couch, “you’ve officially kicked my ass.”
Was that the barest hint of a smile? He couldn’t tell as it was too soon eclipsed by a worried look as Aya searched his expression for reprimand. Yohji just shook his head and smiled.
They were both sitting on the floor in the living room, on opposite sides of the low coffee table with the game board set up between them. They had raided Omi’s closet, finding a collection of games. Aya had been so reluctant to choose that Yohji had wondered if he knew how to play any of them. They, meaning Yohji, basically, had settled on a word game and, as he said, Aya had won fairly and with enough flare that Yohji had, at times, felt a bit slow.
Still, he’d managed to get a few more responses out of the redhead, especially when Aya was half distracted trying to piece together his next move. It only fed Yohji’s theory that the boy was so quiet due to some training rather than by nature.
As Yohji began to clean up the pieces, he noticed Aya try to stifle a yawn. For all his progresses, Aya was still recovering. He forwent naps now on almost all occasions, but it meant early evenings, at least compared to Yohji’s previous habits. He checked his watch to find it was half past ten, definitely Aya’s bedtime. Making quick work of the pickup, he stood.
“Come on, time for bed.”
Aya nodded, standing with a lithe grace that improved week by week.
They went upstairs together, and Yohji left to brush his teeth, coming back to find Aya buttoning the top of his gray pajamas. He tugged off his own shirt and rooted around for a pair of sleep pants. Normally they’d be lying near the closet, but Aya had gotten into a habit of cleaning, and Yohji found them clean and neatly folded in the drawer.
It was a nice sign of progress, not because Aya had completed a chore without being asked or even asking, but because he had done it out from under Yohji’s supervision. The boy was getting better at acting on his own, just being on his own, really, at least within the house. And Yohji was getting better at letting him.
Not that it was easy. He still found himself checking up on the other, rushing in only to find Aya sitting quietly with his book or calmly dusting the things on their dresser.
Yohji shook his head as he pulled on the cotton pants and a white tank top. They were both doing better.
Coming over to sit with Aya on the bed, he took a moment to look at the redhead who, in turn, was studying his hands with that certain pensive air.
“What?” Yohji asked.
Aya just shook his head, no. Yohji sighed, loudly and dramatically, forcing Aya to look up and see his smile. The blonde gestured for him to continue something he hadn’t really started, and, after several seconds of silent debate, Aya spoke.
“Do you,” he paused, staring at the bedspread now, “Do you know how to play go?”
How long had Aya been pondering that one?
“Yeah. Sort of,” Yohji laughed, “I’m not that good.”
Aya nodded like this was important information
“Do you?”
Aya nodded, then, when he noticed Yohji was again waiting, “I…I used to play…with my friends.”
Mentions of Aya’s past were few and far between, but though Yohji was attentive, nothing was added. Getting up to turn off the lights, he looked back to the bed. Aya was sitting there, looking out the window, its open blinds letting in a slatted wash of blue moonlight. He looked lost, younger than he had any right to be.
Yohji went back and sat beside him, not too close.
“Do I get a goodnight kiss?” he asked lightly, more than half afraid Aya would say no.
Violet eyes trained on him.
“You did beat me, after all. I need some kind of consolation.”
There was another moment of silence, Aya just looking at him. On the verge of laughing the whole thing off or breaking down and begging (he was increasingly caught between the two, now), Yohji suddenly held very still as Aya moved. One tentative hand took hold of his upper arm, as if to steady its owner, then Aya leaned in to brush Yohji’s lips with his own.
The boy pulled back, not too far, and asked quietly, “Are you sure you like me?”
It was earnest and searching and very unsure.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
~tbc~
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“Are you sure?” Yohji questioned. Leaning against the wall, he looked over Omi’s shoulder.
Omi clicked a few more times at the keyboard and nodded.
“I’ve done the search three times, Yohji-kun. There’s no one that even resembles her description, at least, not anyone in coma.”
“You check just the hospitals?”
“Hospitals. Institutions. Even assisted care facilities,” Omi replied. “I didn’t find anything.”
Yohji sighed, then, at Omi’s dejected expression, “You did your best, kid.”
“I’ll keep trying, but…I don’t know how we’re going to find her. I’m not sure she’s still in Japan. Are you going to tell Aya-kun?”
Yohji thought about it for a moment. “No. Not yet. Keeping looking, Omi.”
~*~
“You gonna cook dinner for me tonight?” Yohji asked as he dropped into the chair next to Aya’s.
The redhead looked up from an arrangement of white carnations, instantly tense.
“I…”
Yohji waited, shifting back in his seat to give the boy more room.
“I could…make stir fry, maybe?”
“Sounds great,” Yohji smiled, happy with the barest hints of conversation he could goad Aya into. Even now Aya was looking hesitantly at him, still needing to check his reactions to any suggestion he might make.
Assured he wasn’t upset, Aya went back to his arrangement, gently coaxing the carnations to sit right within the transparent, blue vase.
“Ken and Omi are going to see a movie, so it’ll just be us.”
There was the barest nod of Aya’s head, but Yohji could see the increasing tension in the shoulders. He suppressed a sigh.
“We could watch a movie here. Or play a game or something. You like games, Aya?”
This was something else he was starting to do, putting forth little questions on a regular basis. Aya, unfortunately, was a little less than forthcoming with his answers.
“I…”
It was those ‘I’ statements that really got him.
“You?” Yohji encouraged gently.
“Yes. Sometimes. When…sometimes.”
“Good.”
And with that he left, not acknowledging the tension. After the kiss incident two days ago, Aya was constantly on guard, like Yohji would grab in at any instant. The blonde had known better than to push it, giving Aya time and space and waiting for the perfect, or at least one rather acceptable, moment to press his suite.
~*~
“Okay,” Yohji conceded, leaning back against the couch, “you’ve officially kicked my ass.”
Was that the barest hint of a smile? He couldn’t tell as it was too soon eclipsed by a worried look as Aya searched his expression for reprimand. Yohji just shook his head and smiled.
They were both sitting on the floor in the living room, on opposite sides of the low coffee table with the game board set up between them. They had raided Omi’s closet, finding a collection of games. Aya had been so reluctant to choose that Yohji had wondered if he knew how to play any of them. They, meaning Yohji, basically, had settled on a word game and, as he said, Aya had won fairly and with enough flare that Yohji had, at times, felt a bit slow.
Still, he’d managed to get a few more responses out of the redhead, especially when Aya was half distracted trying to piece together his next move. It only fed Yohji’s theory that the boy was so quiet due to some training rather than by nature.
As Yohji began to clean up the pieces, he noticed Aya try to stifle a yawn. For all his progresses, Aya was still recovering. He forwent naps now on almost all occasions, but it meant early evenings, at least compared to Yohji’s previous habits. He checked his watch to find it was half past ten, definitely Aya’s bedtime. Making quick work of the pickup, he stood.
“Come on, time for bed.”
Aya nodded, standing with a lithe grace that improved week by week.
They went upstairs together, and Yohji left to brush his teeth, coming back to find Aya buttoning the top of his gray pajamas. He tugged off his own shirt and rooted around for a pair of sleep pants. Normally they’d be lying near the closet, but Aya had gotten into a habit of cleaning, and Yohji found them clean and neatly folded in the drawer.
It was a nice sign of progress, not because Aya had completed a chore without being asked or even asking, but because he had done it out from under Yohji’s supervision. The boy was getting better at acting on his own, just being on his own, really, at least within the house. And Yohji was getting better at letting him.
Not that it was easy. He still found himself checking up on the other, rushing in only to find Aya sitting quietly with his book or calmly dusting the things on their dresser.
Yohji shook his head as he pulled on the cotton pants and a white tank top. They were both doing better.
Coming over to sit with Aya on the bed, he took a moment to look at the redhead who, in turn, was studying his hands with that certain pensive air.
“What?” Yohji asked.
Aya just shook his head, no. Yohji sighed, loudly and dramatically, forcing Aya to look up and see his smile. The blonde gestured for him to continue something he hadn’t really started, and, after several seconds of silent debate, Aya spoke.
“Do you,” he paused, staring at the bedspread now, “Do you know how to play go?”
How long had Aya been pondering that one?
“Yeah. Sort of,” Yohji laughed, “I’m not that good.”
Aya nodded like this was important information
“Do you?”
Aya nodded, then, when he noticed Yohji was again waiting, “I…I used to play…with my friends.”
Mentions of Aya’s past were few and far between, but though Yohji was attentive, nothing was added. Getting up to turn off the lights, he looked back to the bed. Aya was sitting there, looking out the window, its open blinds letting in a slatted wash of blue moonlight. He looked lost, younger than he had any right to be.
Yohji went back and sat beside him, not too close.
“Do I get a goodnight kiss?” he asked lightly, more than half afraid Aya would say no.
Violet eyes trained on him.
“You did beat me, after all. I need some kind of consolation.”
There was another moment of silence, Aya just looking at him. On the verge of laughing the whole thing off or breaking down and begging (he was increasingly caught between the two, now), Yohji suddenly held very still as Aya moved. One tentative hand took hold of his upper arm, as if to steady its owner, then Aya leaned in to brush Yohji’s lips with his own.
The boy pulled back, not too far, and asked quietly, “Are you sure you like me?”
It was earnest and searching and very unsure.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
~tbc~
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