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

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The clock in the hallway quietly chimed signaling that it had just turned 10:30 p.m. Aya however didn't notice, deeply lost in his thoughts as he lightly tapped his pen against his bottom lip contemplating his next sentence. Random gusts of jasmine scented night wind ruffled the pages of his journal, which he absent-mindedly smoothed down with the palm of his hand. Normally the words came out easier than this; a flood of experiences and emotions told to an inanimate confidant that he knew would never judge him.

He bit the end of his fountain pen as he reread what he had written.

Got a letter from A today. She and S are in Barcelona now and the letter, just like all her previous correspondences, are filled with detailed depictions of their sightseeing activities. She goes into raptures about the food, weather and scenery especially the architecture. She describes it so well that I can see it in my mind's eye. Seeing her this happy makes all the hell worthwhile.

She says she wishes that I could be there with her. I wrote back saying that I promised I would one day. Like all my other promises to her, I will find a way to keep this one.

Aya sighed and leaned back on his chair. He knew what it was that was bothering him; usually he was never this reticent with his journal, finding some kind of relief from pouring his heart out.

But the recent debacle with Yohji was still to fresh, to painful to see in words. How Yohji had been so sickened by Aya's touch that he had immediately gone out and found some woman to take it away.

Anger choked him as he fumed at how that blonde……bastard had boasted about it in the kitchen. His grip on his pen faltered and he felt his temple throb as a wave of unbearable loneliness washed over him, dissipating his anger as quickly as it had surfaced.

`Get a grip Fujimiya, it was your own stupidity anyway that caused this to happen,' he hardened his heart.

Yes, that made him fell a little better. Gripping his pen tighter, he put the nib to paper and started to write.

I am starting to feel the littlest bit sorry for K. Her certainly didn't deserve all that misplaced anger I subjected him to. He's probably complaining O's ear off by now. I'll try to make it up to him one day.

Aya felt a numbing calm infuse him as he found his rhythm. He didn't know when it was that he started to write his diary in this simplistic code. Probably because since he carried it all over the place this way made sure that any casual prying eyes wouldn't cotton on to Weiss. His colleagues certainly knew enough not to touch it.

He was so involved with his writing that a sharp rap on the door made him drop his pen.

`Yeah,' he said brusquely, irritated at the interruption.

`Aya, its me,' came the quiet reply; `can I come in?'

Yohji! Shit! Aya cursed in his head. Didn't the man know well enough to leave things alone?

`Go away,' he snapped out loud.

`Not until we talk this thing through,' Aya heard the shuffle of Yohji's feet, `and I am not leaving until we do.'

Aya frowned as he realised, judging by the sounds coming from the opposite side that Yohji was making good his threat. He snapped his journal shut and hid it under a couple of poetry books before leaving his chair to sit on the corner of his bed.

`Its open,' he said quietly, no use delaying the inevitable.

The door swung open with a slow creak as Yohji warily poked his head around the corner, green eyes apprehensive as if he expected Aya to be wielding his katana. He breathed a little easier when he saw the redhead sitting unarmed on his bed.

They didn't say a word for a few minutes, Yohji's eyes darting round the room not daring to meet his colleague's while Aya just sat there rigid as a statue.

`So what were you doing Aya?' he said and immediately cringed at how fake it sounded. Fuck! This wasn't how he had practiced it. Aya's eyes narrowed dangerously at him.

`Stop beating around the bush Yohji, you said you wanted to talk….so, talk,' Aya said coolly wanting to get this charade over with so that everything could go back to normal. Yohji steeled himself.

`Aya, about what happened yesterday,' he began calmly trying to remember what he had prepared beforehand, `and this morning…'

`I said it was nothing Yohji, why do you keep insisting on bringing it up?!' Aya interrupted clearly annoyed.

`Why do you keep saying its nothing when it clearly isn't?' Yohji sat down at Aya's desk. `I think that I deserve some kind of explanation….as do you.'

Aya flushed.

`What's there to explain? You were disgusted by me touching you. I get it, it won't happen again,' he turned his back indicating that the conversation was over.

Yohji's eyes grew as wide as saucers.

`Good God Aya no! How could you think that?' Yohji tripped over his words in his haste to dispel the younger man's claim. `There's no way you repulse me, you are one of the most beautiful people I know.'

`But that's just it,' Yohji twisted the hem of his charcoal coloured shirt, `you are so amazingly beautiful that I cant understand what you see in me.'

`Yohji?' Aya almost forgot to breathe.

`Why? I mean….what?' Yohji was pacing now, running his hands through his hair, `I'm nothing special. I'm not that extraordinarily good looking or talented or……whatever! What do you love about me? What could you possibly….'

`You Yohji.'

Yohji froze, those two words taking him completely aback.

`Wh..what?' he said not completely sure he heard right. Aya turned around to face the blonde.

`Just you,' he said his eyes downcast. `The way you, in your own carefree way, would try to take care of me. The way you would try to comfort me when Aya was taken. How when at times I was almost driven insane by my own guilt, you would just…be there. Even when you bought me that earring to replace my sister's.'

Aya tugged at the aforesaid earring. `All that, it couldn't have been anyone else other than you,' he finished softly.

`I did….. I did all that?' Yohji said clearly abashed, `I didn't realise.'

`But I did,' Aya laid his heart bare, `you crept under my skin before I knew it.'

Yohji just stood stock-still as he tried to absorb what Aya had just said. A ghost of a smirk suddenly flickered across the blonde's face.

`I am pretty amazing aren't I?' he said cockily, the playboy in him emerging. Aya scowled.

`Well,' Aya said curtly, `if you're going to be like…'

But what he wanted to say was lost as Yohji caught his wrist and kissed him.

Aya startled at first at the sudden gesture but soon forgot everything else except the fact that the man he had loved for so long was in fact, kissing him. This kiss wasn't like the one in the gym; this was by far gentler as if probing for an answer.

When they finally broke, Yohji looked at Aya with new eyes.

`What?' Aya felt himself grow hot under his collar under the taller man's intense gaze.

`Oh my God,' Yohji said softly as he sat back on the bed. Aya swallowed.

`What?' he repeated, trying to sound stern and nonchalant while his heart beat an anxious tattoo in his chest.

Instead of answering, he just reached out and trapped an eartail between his fingers.

`Why didn't you tell me I liked you Aya?' Yohji proclaimed, gently feathering the lock of ruby hair across his nose. Aya looked up and met his colleague's deep jade eyes for the first time.

`Yohji,' he said ruefully, `how was I suppose to…'

`It was a rhetorical question,' Yohji teased, the look in his eyes softening the bite of his words. He tried to draw the redhead closer but Aya pulled back.

'What about that woman?' he said his voice serious, needing to know.

Yohji looked a little puzzled at first but then looked a little shamefaced as he suddenly remembered.

'There was no woman Aya,' he said honestly. He was so uncharacteristically earnest that Aya believed him.

Yohji searched the redhead's face and when he nodded it was ok, cupped his chin and drew him in for another kiss. This time Aya had no qualms about kissing him back. As the kiss grew more heated, Yohji wrapped his hands around Aya's waist and drew him closer, close enough to feel his heart beating through his shirt. When they drew apart, Yohji's eyes reflected his happiness at what he had found.

`You know, I really didn't think it would end this way,' he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

Aya didn't know how to reply to that but Yohji's next statement surprised him.

`So,' he said cocking his head to the side, `what was your childhood like?'

Aya blinked a little at his question.

`Have you lost your mind Yohji?' he said, sounding more like his usual self. Yohji cradled one of his pale hands in his.

`Look Aya,' he said softly, `we're not just going to be fuck buddies are we? Both of us want….deserve more than that. If we want this to be more, we'll have to start from the beginning.'

Yohji grinned.

`At least I think that is how it should go. Haven't been in a relationship for a while.'

Aya saw the sense behind the careless words and he was more than willing to work at something that he had been wanting…..dreaming of, for a while.

`I understand Yohji,' he thought to himself. Out loud he said just one word. `Happy.'

`What Aya?' Yohji started. Aya couldn't stop a small smile from forming

`My childhood,' he said clearly, `I was happy….'