Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Containment ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss. They belong to Koyasu Takehito, Project Weiss, Marine Entertainment... etc.

 

Note: This is following Change the Way.

 

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“I have to give you something. You've got balls, man.” Ken shook his head and leaned down to lift the large pot from the concrete. He carried it into the shop as his co-worker shut the door behind him, flipping the sign to `closed'.

 

“Are you trying to tell me this is wrong, Ken? Last time I checked, you weren't completely straight.” Yohji turned to stare at the soccer player's back, trying to muster his argument.

 

“Shit, Yohji. It's not about being straight, gay, bisexual, transsexual, whatever. It's about you actually getting it into your blond head that Aya would even consider that.” He plopped the pot down near the register.

 

Yohji watched Ken wipe his hands on his apron. “I think it is a good idea.”

 

“For you.”

 

“For us.” He made sure to stress the `us'. How it was that he managed to end up arguing this with Ken of all people, Yohji didn't know. Just, Ken was telling him that Aya wouldn't go for his little idea. Yohji thought he would.

 

“Alright.” Ken grabbed the broom and tossed it to Yohji. “One. This is Fujimiya Aya we are talking about. In the dictionary beside stubborn, there is a picture of him. Two. He hasn't been with Weiss that long since he gave up on a normal life. He's happy. Three. Aya-chan.”

 

The girl's name said it all. That would be Yohji's biggest problem, trying to convince Aya that his sister would be fine without them. All that Yohji wanted was to live with Aya like they were a couple. Here, they couldn't do anything. They were always under the scrutiny of someone and Aya would shove Yohji away whenever his precious little sister came into the room. Yohji couldn't handle being pushed away that much. So, he decided to start looking into some things.

 

Those things ended up being apartments and houses. He had a nice place picked out and even was ready to put some money down on it within the next few days. It was a nice little place, not too far away from their current abode. Aya wouldn't be far from his sister, but he and Yohji would still have their privacy.

 

“Yohji, I doubt Aya gives a fuck that he shoves you out of his chair when his sister walks into the living room. If he cared so much, he wouldn't do it, right?” Ken opened the register and pulled the drawer out.

 

The broom made a swishing sound as Yohji began to sweep. “That isn't the point.”

 

“Then enlighten me.” Ken had the shop's book open in front of him, about to enter the totals for the day. He leaned on the book, giving his full attention to Yohji.

 

Yohji just stood there. The broom no longer made a noise. He loved Aya. That was the first thing that came to his head. “Well...” he hesitated. “We are an adult couple. We shouldn't have to live with his sister, you and Omi, we should be able to have our own place. That way, we don't have to check with everyone else before we do something.” It seemed like a good enough reason, considering he couldn't figure out how to put his true reasons into words.

 

“Ha. Ha. That's bullshit.” Ken rolled his eyes and stood up, reaching for the currency present in the drawer. “Did you ask Omi about this at all?”

 

“No.”

 

“Shit, Yohji, did you just jump into this without thinking? Did that weekend you had alone here with Aya kill all of your brain cells?”

 

Yohji made an incoherent sound and started sweeping again. The last thing he needed was Ken telling him what to do, even if he did produce some good points. “It's a great flat,” he started, trying to pull the conversation away from his impulsive nature.

 

“I'm sure it is.” It was obvious by Ken's tone that he wasn't buying the change of subject. “You know, you could always just use the place as some sort of getaway. It's not far from the house so you guys could go for the afternoon some days or something.”

 

It wasn't a bad idea. “Since when do you plot for Aya and me?”

 

“Tsch. I've walked in you two, remember? While the sight is hot as hell, I don't like catching you two making out.” Ken shook his head.

 

Yohji stopped sweeping. “Did you just say we were hot? I didn't think either of us was your type. Then again, Aya is pretty damn sexy.” He looked up at the ceiling, like he was trying to think really hard. “I thought you would like... younger men.”

 

“Bite me, Yohji. Just because I told you that I thought Omi was cute and I wouldn't mind banging him sometime doesn't mean I like `younger men'.” He glared at the laughing Yohji. “Slut.”

 

“You can't be a slut when you are dedicated to one person.”

 

“Yohji, you fucked half of Tokyo.”

 

“So? That's in the past.”

 

“Yohji, you fucked half of Tokyo.” Ken drew his words out longer this time.

 

He started sweeping the floor again, ignoring Ken. What did the dumb jock's opinion matter anyway? He didn't need the entire population of Tokyo to drown his problems in anymore. Yohji had Aya and that was enough for him. A drop dead gorgeous lover that wasn't about to leave him. He was set.

 

“Quit drooling.”

 

Yohji glared at Ken. “I'll finish up here if you want to go watch the little boys walk home from school.”

 

“Fuck you, Yohji.” Ken picked up the cash from the register.

 

“You wish, Ken ken.”

 

=

 

Aya-chan sat quietly behind her desk. She stared at her notes on the table, colorful pens highlighting the important points. There was a test tomorrow but she just couldn't bring herself to pick up the thin stack of paper and study. Her brother wouldn't be happy if she didn't pass this test.

 

She sighed. Aya could just deal with it. It seemed natural to call her brother by her own name. After she woke up, it had just happened. They only called him Ran on rare occasions now.

 

He was tougher than before everything happened and it was driving her insane. She picked up her papers and put them inside of a folder. Later, she promised herself.

 

Aya-chan left her room and headed downstairs. Ken and Yohji would be back from the shop soon, Omi would be returning from his afternoon classes, and Aya would be back from wherever it is that he had gone today. He had just up and left without letting her know. It upset her, but he had probably told Yohji.

 

She hadn't known what to think when she had woken up and found them together. Yohji and Aya tried to hide their relationship. Well, Aya tried to hide it. Yohji didn't seem too happy about it but he did what Aya said. Whipped.

 

The front door opened as she sat down at the counter with a soda from the fridge. She failed to send any sort of greeting towards the other person. She just stared at her drink. Her brother watched her like a hawk, protecting her from everything. It wasn't that fun; she was a freshman in college. She was a big girl and she could take care of herself. Omi had her enrolled in some self-defense classes. She was fine on her own or with her friends. Aya didn't understand that.

 

“Hey sweetheart, where's your brother?”

 

“How should I know? He always tells you what he's doing,” she snapped at the man her brother loved.

 

“Whoa, who pissed in your Cheerios?” Yohji dropped his keys into the dish on the counter and walked to the fridge.

 

Aya would have pitched a fit he had heard that. She sighed. “I have a test tomorrow and if Aya comes home, he'll yell at me to go upstairs and study. I'm tired of studying.” She slouched on her stool, staring at her drink.

 

Yohji grabbed a water from the fridge and let it swing closed. He turned and leaned on the other side of the counter. “He only pushes you because he loves you.”

 

“Yeah, right. He's pushed you off his lap when I walk into a room because he loves you.”

 

“Point taken.” Yohji twisted the top off the bottle. He sighed. “He just doesn't... I guess he... Shit, I give up. He's Aya. He doesn't have a decent reason why he does things like this.”

 

They grew silent and Aya-chan played with her soda, swirling the liquid around in its container. “How's the flat coming along?” Yohji had confided in her and she had even been to see it.

 

“All I have to do it put money down on it. I think I'm going to do that after I tell him. Everyone seems to think he is going to tell me to fuck off.” His shoulders sagged as he took a sip of the water.

 

“Put the money down before you tell him. You can always get part of the deposit back, right? I think that was what the realtor said when we went.” This would be good for her brother. It would get him out of her hair and then he and Yohji could truly live the life of lovers.

 

“Yeah. I just don't want him to say no. I have this feeling that if I overstep my bounds, he's going to flip and go nuts on me. I don't want to lose him over something this stupid.”

 

“Grow a spine, Yohji.” She looked up into his eyes. He was honestly afraid. “If he is going to dump you over this, then let him. It would be his loss.”

 

He started in disbelief. “What? No. No. You don't understand what we've been through. What I've been through. I can't lose him, no matter what.”

 

“Yohji. You have to do something or you and Ran are never going to make it any farther than this. Do you want him to be telling you to quit touching him when you guys are old just because somebody is walking into the room with you?”

 

“No, but-“

 

“Tell him. Take him out to dinner. I know him. He's my brother and you don't want to get him set in his ways. He was like a pit bull when we were little. I'm going to give the jerk a piece of my mind when he comes home anyway.” Brothers and sisters always have their disagreements, why couldn't she and Aya?

 

“Alright. I'll go call the realtor now and then make reservations for tomorrow night.” He straightened.

 

“Good.” She nodded once and gave him an encouraging smile. Her eyes followed him as he smiled back then turned to go off to his and Aya's room. Aya was a lucky man. She just wished he'd lighten up from time to time.

 

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He knew the clerk was staring at him. Staring at his ass, to be more precise. Still, he stretched up to reach the book on the shelf that was almost out of reach. Aya had been out of things to read for a day or so now and this was the only free time he had to go. Yohji had a shift so he couldn't have come along, even though Aya was now regretting going by himself.

 

Yohji never let other men stare at him like the clerk was. He'd always do little things to show that Aya was taken, even after Aya glared at him. Although it annoyed him, Aya wished Yohji was here to send that message now.

 

Aya pulled the book down from the shelf and turned it over in his hands, studying the Italian on the spine. He opened it and read a few lines to make sure it was what he wanted. He shifted the book to sit atop the other four he had chosen then headed for the check out.

 

The clerk gave him his best smile as Aya walked up to him. “Hey, you have some great choices here. This is one of my favorites.” The clerk scribbled down the titles of the books for the shop records. “I'm Azusa, by the way.”

 

Aya raised an eyebrow and remained silent. He didn't want to encourage Azusa. He pulled his wallet out of his jeans pocket and got ready to pay.

 

“Don't you have a name?” He was still smiling, leaning on the counter as the cash register made some noise and calculated Aya's bill.

 

“Aya.”

 

“Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Aya.” The register made a sound. Azusa looked to it and found Aya's bill then repeated it to the redhead. The words rolled off his lips, seductive.

 

Aya shook his head and handed the young man a few yen. He didn't need this guy. He didn't need this attention. He needed Yohji. After a few moments of nothing, he looked up to Azusa and saw an expectant expression on his face.

 

“Well, how about you give me your number and we can get to know each other a little better, let's say, at Mariko's?” He was referring to a little coffee shop down the street.

 

“No.” Aya held out his hand for his change.

 

Azusa blinked. “No? Ok, then how about we meet here after-“

 

“No. I've-“ He stopped. What exactly was Yohji to him? Lover? Boyfriend? “I'm not free.” As Azusa was about to speak again, Aya started. “I have someone already.”

 

Sighing, Azusa handed Aya his change, a piece of paper slipped in on top of the yen. “Why is it that all the pretty ones are taken? Anyway, my number is there if you and your `someone' don't work out.” He gave another dazzling smile and handed Aya his purchases.

 

He was about to say that Azusa was being hopeful but kept his mouth shut. There wasn't any reason for him to even assume that things would turn out bad. Except Yohji was Yohji. He was the same man that went through most of the available women, and men, of Tokyo just a few years ago. Then Aya had stepped on the scene and things had changed.

 

But, he had also left for a short time to try to be normal. Aya had left Yohji in the dust, trying to start a normal life for the sake of his sister. Ken had said that Yohji spent his evenings at home. He hadn't gone out then, hadn't seen anyone. Aya had been the one to leave that time and he was the only one to leave. Yohji never left Aya.

 

And, Yohji professed to love Aya.

 

Aya shook his head, shifted his Porsche into gear and started back towards his home. He wanted to kick himself for doubting Yohji. Some pretty face had shown interest and Aya had begun doubting Yohji. Doubting the man that waited for him to come back; the man that had worked so hard to open him up and get him to love.

 

He depressed the gas pedal and sped across town, his mind reeling with his insecurities.

 

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Yohji hung up with the realtor. The flat was theirs. The woman had been very happy to have Yohji call back and give the number of an account for the first part of the fee.

 

He clattered down the stairs, causing Aya-chan to look up expectantly. “I did it.” He looked nervous.

 

She grinned at him. “Good for you.” He couldn't help but smile back at her. “Now all you have to do is get the concept through his thick skull.”

 

“You'll help me if I need it, right?” Yohji knew he could use all the help he could get. His lover was stubborn, stubborn beyond simple stubbornness. She smiled and gave him a nod. Yohji's face lit up in anticipation and he took a few dancing steps around the counter. He hugged Aya-chan. “Thank you for giving me the kick in the ass to do this.”

 

“Don't thank me yet. You still have to get him to go with you.” She leaned her head on his bicep and gave his forearm a brief pat.

 

He was about to say something else when the distinct sound of Aya's Porsche sounded in the driveway. “Here we go.” Yohji straightened and sucked in a breath. He wasn't going to tell Aya until the next night when they went out for dinner. Still, he was already nervous.

 

Aya walked into the kitchen, his gaze down to the words in his book. Yohji brightened immediately, letting his nerves slip away as he stepped in front of the redhead. Aya walked right into him, his book gently bumping Yohji's chest. “Yohji.” He sounded surprised.

 

Yohji grinned. “I see someone snuck off to that foreign bookstore.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to Aya's cheek in greeting. A subtle blush colored Aya's features.

 

“Hi, Oniisan,” Aya-chan greeted, flatly.

 

Aya's blush darkened and he stepped away from Yohji, much to Yohji's annoyance. He didn't understand this little game Aya played when his sister was around. “Did you study for your test?” Yohji almost groaned at his lover's words.

 

“Yes, a little.” Aya-chan slid off her stool and walked around to lean against the counter.

 

Why couldn't Aya just let his sister be a normal student? She'd finished high school with flying colors and was now enrolled in the local university where she was one of the top students in her class. There wasn't any reason for him to be such a dick about her study habits. The girl was as sharp as a tack.

 

“A little?”

 

“Aya, leave her alone. She'll ace the test, I promise.” He took a step back as Aya turned a cold look to him.

 

“No one asked you.”

 

“Ran!” Aya-chan got her brother's attention again. “You don't have to say that to him! Yohji has nothing but help you and me and you treat him like a piece of shit.” Aya's eyes narrowed at the curse word. “I studied what I needed to study. I need to relax or I'll turn out just like you.” She punctuated the last three words, giving her brother her own version of his death glare.

 

Aya looked as if he didn't know what to say. His glare softened and he looked at Aya-chan like he was a bit lost. His eyes turned to Yohji for a moment before he turned and headed up the stairs. The door to his bedroom slammed shortly after.

 

“Oh, fuck, we've upset him.” Yohji put a hand to his forehead. This is what he got for stepping into a Fujimiya argument.

 

“He needed to know.”

 

“But you didn't need to basically tell him he's an ungrateful asshole with a stick up his ass.”

 

“Yes I did. He needed to know what a jerk he was being. You love him. I love him. We have to tell him when he's being a stubborn idiot or he'll never learn.” She folded her arms across her chest.

 

Yohji just shook his head and turned for the stairs. He didn't want to tell her that he didn't want the stubborn idiot to change. Aya was Aya and he didn't want to lose him. If Aya changed, he might leave Yohji behind. That thought hurt.

 

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Aya dropped his books to the bed. He shed his jacket and hung it up in the closet. Maybe he was a little hard on Aya-chan but it was for her own good. Or so he thought.

 

Then there was Yohji. Yohji who had chased after him and basically gave up everything he had been for Aya. And Aya had been treating him like shit. He pushed him away when other people were around and even accepted numbers from cute clerks.

 

He shook his head and pulled out the piece of paper from his pocket. Sighing, he reached for one of the books and sat down on the bed. He settled to read, putting the number on his nightstand between two of the other books. Out of sight, out of mind.

 

A short time later, a gentle rap tickled the door. “Aya?”

 

“Yohji.” The door swung inward and the tall man stood in the doorway. Aya watched him smile before he stepped further into the room.

 

He sank down on the bed next to Aya and leaned to peer at the words on the page. “Italian?” Yohji raised a brow.

 

Aya nodded and motioned to the two books beside his calves on the bed. “French and English.” He watched Yohji's smile fade as he nodded.

 

The blond leaned back, falling across the bed. He rested his head in Aya's lap. They were quiet for awhile, Yohji fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and Aya reading his book.

 

“You don't treat me like shit.”

 

Oddly colored eyes blinked and peered down to the waiting verdant eyes of Yohji. But he did. “I don't treat you like I should.”

 

Quietly, “Don't change.” Yohji turned his head and looked up to Aya.

 

Aya held his gaze for a few moments before looking away. He set his book down and let his hand curl in Yohji's hair. He didn't say anything because he couldn't. He couldn't tell Yohji about the phone number and he couldn't tell him that he loved him. Aya could only hope that Yohji knew.

 

“Dinner, tomorrow. I have reservations at a nice restaurant just outside of the city.”

 

“Alright.” Aya looked back to Yohji as he felt the man sit up. “What time?”

 

Yohji smiled. “The reservations are for 7:30.” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Aya's. Aya slid his hands into Yohji's hair.

 

They kissed for what seemed like forever to Aya. Slow, just their lips, the edge of their teeth, and the sensual slide of their tongues together.

 

Yohji broke the kiss gently. He pressed his forehead to Aya's shoulder and sighed. “I finished the charcoal today. I want to have it framed after I spray it.”

 

“Spray it?” Aya murmured. He had his arms around Yohji, loosely. His fingers brushed up and down the blond's back.

 

He sat up. “So it doesn't smudge.” His gaze drifted to the side table. “How many books did you get?” He reached for the stack. Aya's heart stopped.

 

“Those are old.” He reached for the ones that Yohji held but the blond sat back towards the foot of the bed.

 

“The Hounds of the Baskervilles,” Yohji read. His entire face lit up as he read the title. “Sherlock Holmes was the reason I wanted to become a detective when I was little. He was so cool. I used to tell Asuka that she was Watson. She never understood it even when I explained.” Yohji lifted the book off the stack, not noticing the slip of paper that remained stuck to the cover of the next book. He asked if he could read it sometime.

 

Aya eyed the slip of paper. He didn't know what Yohji would say if he saw it so he reached for it. Nodding, he agreed to let Yohji read it sometime as he reached for the piece of paper.

 

Yohji beat him to it. As he turned the other book, the piece of paper slipped and fell into his hand. “Aya, what's this?”

 

A sickened feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. He looked up into Yohji's eyes and couldn't find a cold answer to give him. “A phone number.”