Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Coincidences and Second Chances ❯ Chapter 5a ( Chapter 5 )

Author's note: Here it is… chapter 5….phew *wipes forehead*…. Apologies to everyone for leaving it at that cliffhanger the last time *looks sheepish*…. Well I hope you enjoy chapter 5 as it took a lot out of me writing it ^_^

I am splitting chapter 5 in to two parts as I cant load the whole chapter per se… 5a and 5b.

Thank you to all who reviewed both here on mediaminer and through email… minna, your reviews definitely help me write more.

Chapter 6 should be up in a about a week *fingers crossed*… I am trying to get these chapters up as fast as possible because quite frankly they keep me awake running about in my head.

Read, enjoy and please review!!!

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Chapter 5

~April 30th 1998, Tokyo~

Aya was kissing him. The words sounded strange. It felt strange to hear them echo in his head.

Aya...was kissing him. His brain said it louder this time, in the hope that it would get through.

But all his body felt and cared about were the softest pair of lips he had come across in a long while. They tasted smooth with just the faintest undertone of salt. Spicy, comforting like mulled wine without the artificial candy taste he had long come to expect from lipstick. His body wanted desperately to kiss back, to part those lips so as to taste what was beyond.

But this was AYA! His brain shouted in a last ditch attempt to make him listen and this time it worked.

Yohji's eyes flew open and he scrambled to push Aya off him. He didn't realise that he had done so quite so violently until he saw Aya on his backside a good way away from where he was.

Aya, he was gratified to see, looked just as surprised as he was, his violet eyes wide with shock. Both men just sat there as if cemented to the ground as Yohji took in deep gulps of air as he tried to make sense of what just happened.

'Aya...' he began cautiously, hesitant to break the silence but seeing that the redhead was definitely not offering up any answers, 'what....what just happened?'

Yohji's question seemed to shake Aya out of the trance that he had been in. Aya flushed and clenched his jaw.

'What did you think that was Kudou,' he snapped, but caught himself before he could say anything more. 'I mean nothing……it was nothing…. just…..forget it...I mean... just... fucking forget it!' he said as he scrambled to his feet.

'No! What do you mean just forget about it,' Yohji tried to reach out to him but shrunk back a little when Weiss's leader shot him a look that was pure acid.

`Look Aya, you cant deal with this in your usual way, ignoring it and hoping it will go away. Especially the way we live,' Yohji said reasonably, trying to sound as dignified as he could from his position on the floor. Aya spun around, his indigo eyes flashing.

`So its my fault? Fuck you Kudou, you're the one making such a big deal out of this. Like I said it was nothing, meant nothing. Is that so hard to get through your thick skull!?' Aya spat out viciously, his curt words echoing thinly in the empty gym.

'Dammit Aya! When you kiss me out of the blue, its not just nothing...I mean...it's just...' Yohji couldn't seem to string together a coherent sentence to save his life. 'What I am trying to say is….you know I like women. I thought you did too after that thing with Sakura...'

But Aya didn't hear the rest. The only thing that stuck in his mind were the words…… 'I like women'.

Of course he did, he must have been out of his mind to think that he would ever care for someone as fucked up as him. Insane to think that there was even a glimmer of a chance that he would ever love him back. Aya bit his lip and turned away from the blonde, only to catch a glimpse of himself in the mirrored wall and instantly hating what he saw.

A profile like Death's head, skin as transparent and pale as a ghost's. Shadows under his eyes and gaunt cheeks as a result of all the emotional baggage he had to carry. Repulsive.

'God I am such a fool,' he thought his heart constricting painfully in his ribcage.

'Aya! Don't take this the wrong...'

'Don't say another word Yohji, please,' he pleaded in his mind.

'Answer me Aya!'

'You cant choose who you fall in love with!' he blurted out the first thing that came to mind so that he could shut the blonde playboy up. But once the words were out of his mouth, he wanted to kick himself hard.

Yohji's jaw just dropped as his expression changed from one of confusion to disbelief.

'Aya...did you just say...'

But before he could complete his sentence, Aya did a very un-Ayalike thing..

He ran.

'Aya wait!' Yohji tried frantically to climb to his feet only to have his knees buckle underneath him sending him sprawling back to the floor. He winced in pain as his body came in contact with the thin gym mat. Taking a deep breath he attempted once more to get up and succeeded this time, slowly rising while rubbing his bruised tailbone.

'I must be getting old,' he muttered to no one in particular. Aya's punches always had a way of knocking the wind right out of you, but it wasn't his physical blow this time that left Yohji reeling.

'What the fuck just happened?' he tangled his dark blonde locks with an anxious hand. 'Did Aya just say he....no, it cant be. I mean this is Aya we are talking about. He makes the Antarctic look like the fricken Bahamas.'

And yet that kiss had been so warm. His body seemed to tingle at the memory as he inadvertently traced his bottom lip with his thumb. The blonde startled a little at his actions and immediately dropped his hand to his side so as not to do anything foolish. He glanced at the door, briefly contemplating whether to chase after the redhead but squashed the idea as it seemed likely that Aya was probably barricaded in his room by now with his katana.

He slowly started to leave but for some unknown reason found himself drawn to his reflection in the mirror on the far wall. Tilting his head to the side, he perversely gave his image a critical once over.

Yup, everything was still there. The dirty blonde hair he couldn't ever seem to tame. The same perpetually bloodshot green eyes that he hid behind aviator shades. Normally he was completely happy with what he saw.

Well that might be a bit of an exaggeration. About 99.9 percent happy would have been more on the mark. Truth was if he ever had a chance to talk to God, if there indeed was one, he would have bargained with him to make his nose a little more symmetrical and his mouth a touch smaller. Those little flaws not withstanding, he saw nothing that he thought would provoke such a strong reaction from Weiss's leader.

That little remark about how he had only been with women had been a half-truth as well, said just to cover up his embarrassment. He had had a couple of homosexual encounters before but hadn't really liked it. With his one-night-stands, it was easy to know what they wanted. An attractive body that they could indulge in a mutual tangle of passion with that made the world and all its problems disappear for a few hours.

Bottom line, women or men, sex was sex. It was his coping mechanism, partly to forget, partly to remind himself that he was still human. Not completely a cold-blooded killer.

But this argument would not hold when it came to Aya, with whom he shared his life with, with whom he had gone through so much with. He couldn't fathom what it was that Aya saw, or chose to see in him and this really unsettled him.

So he would just forget, as he always did...at least for a while...

One Yohji Kudou debauchery special coming up.

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'Good morning Yohji-kun,' Omi chirped cheerfully from behind the chrome liquidiser they owned.

The playboy however was unappreciative of his good mood mumbling, 'hmph mmph mmph hmph' in return as he stumbled towards the nearest chair.

But Omi was unfazed, having lived long enough with the blonde to know that the mumblings stood for `Good morning Omi' in Yohji hungover-morning after speak.

`Or it might mean "Fuck off chibi, its too early to be that cheerful",' Omi mused, it wasn't an exact science. He poured the still inebriated man a strong cup of coffee, which Yohji immediately clung to as if it were a life preserver. He took a scalding sip and breathed the relieved sigh of a caffeine junkie. Omi couldn't help but smile.

'Why don't you just sleep in like you usually do?' Omi asked tossing a handful of blueberries into the blender, `its your day off anyway today isn't it?'

'Cant sleep fucking amazingly enough,' he muttered into his forearms that he had been using as a makeshift pillow.

`So she was too much for the great Yohji Kudou was she?' Ken, who had just come in and heard the last part of their conversation, teased. The older man didn't even bother lifting his head off the table to reply, choosing instead to just flip Ken the bird.

Ken however just laughed the gesture off and sauntered over to give his lover a quick hug.

`Could you make me one of those Omi?' Ken asked innocently causing Omi to roll his eyes.

`Do I look like your maid Hidaka?' he grumbled playfully, his actions belying his words as he reached for the tub of yogurt to make another smoothie. He planted a kiss on Ken's shower damp hair enjoying the way his herbal mint shampoo tickled his nose.

Yohji groaned, usually he didn't mind their affectionate gestures but today they just rankled him.

`So she must have been something Yohji. What was she like?' Ken asked pulling up a chair next to him. Yohji placed his hands over his head, Ken's voice reverberating his eardrums.

`Not today Ken, I'm not in the mood,' he growled warningly but Ken seemed oblivious.

`C'mon, was she beautiful? Tall, with legs that went on forever? Hair like a silken waterfall.' Yohji's mouth twisted in a grim half-smile. Ken was getting a kick out of taking the piss out of him, using words he normally used to describe his women.

`Yes Ken, she was beautiful,' Yohji would have said anything at this point to get the brunette off his back, `she had a body like a Ferrari and amazing breasts. You should have heard the way I made her scream…..'

`Good morning Aya-kun.'

Yohji shot up like he had been electrocuted. He sharply turned his head to the side to see Aya standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen, one hand on the doorjamb.

`Fuck, how long has he been standing there?' Yohji cursed. But the way his knuckles were white as he gripped the wood frame and the way his lips were pressed tightly together confirmed his worst fears.

`Good morning,' Aya said shortly entering the kitchen, acting as if he had heard nothing. After grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl and a bottle of cranberry juice from the fridge, he looked pointedly at Ken.

`Your opening the store with me today right?' Ken nodded. `Lets get a move on then.'

The brunette's face fell.

`But…but Aya, breakfast,' he pleaded as he motioned haplessly to the kitchen table.

`Make it to go,' he said unsympathetically, his tone leaving no room for argument. He spun on his heel and made his way downstairs. Ken hurriedly swallowed the rest of his juice before following suit, grumbling something about `slave drivers' and `redheaded bastard's' under his breath.

Once they were out of earshot, Omi sat in the chair vacated by his lover, a concerned look on his face. A look he realised he wore often when it came to Aya.

`Hey Yohji, have you noticed something……wrong with Aya lately?' the youngest Weiss asked anxiously chewing his thumbnail. Yohji swallowed hard and turned away so that Omi couldn't see his expression.

`Its probably nothing chibi. You know Aya, its only abnormal if he's in a good mood,' he joked weakly, taking another swallow of coffee.

`I suppose,' Omi said not entirely convinced as he took Ken's glass to the sink.

Yohji felt bad about lying to the boy but that was nothing compared to how he had felt when he had looked at Aya's face. Amidst the obscure palette of emotions he found there, in a moment so quick you would have missed it if you had blinked, his mask fell away to reveal a glimpse of violet eyes full of hurt and longing.

What Yohji wasn't prepared for was his reaction towards that unguarded moment in the redhead's eyes. It felt like someone had delivered a solid blow to his solar plexus.

He was going to have to deal with it. They were going to have to deal with it….soon.