Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Eternal or fleeting embraces leave the same marks ❯ Ideas ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Warnings- none that I can think of... Uh... Yoji fans might not appreciate this I guess.

"Pairings"- Schu/Crawford & Yoji/Aya

Author's Notes- Another weird one. Oi. Do I ever learn? This is for my "Aya", his turn to be portrayed with his little situation. Same story; real life problem going on right now, with different people.

Thank You's- This one is dedicated to Nagi because I didn't thank him last him. Sorry Nagi-kun. I forgot.


Ch.5

"Jealousy is a secret avowal of our inferiority." Fleury

"Where are you going?"
The question brought Aya up short as he threw the jacket in his hand over his shoulder. He turned to look back at Yoji, secretly wishing the blonde would disappear or a result akin to it. The blonde searched his face with suspiciously hostile blue eyes, and Aya cringed inside. He had almost made it.
"Out for a little while." The answer was not one that Yoji wanted, and Aya could practically feel the interrogation that he knew was coming.
"Where?"
"Just out."
"With who?" the blonde asked, changing tactics.
"No one."
"Would it be alright if I came along?"
He knew that was coming, Aya could have smelled it a mile away. Or maybe he just knew Yoji that well. "I would rather go alone."
"Why? You don't want to spend time with me?"
Aya cursed the day he had gotten himself into this mess as he turned around to face the door. "I've spent most of the day with you, Yoji. I would like to be alone for a little while."
"You're cheating on me aren't you? That's why you've been acting weird lately. Who is it? Who are you cheating on me with?"
"There is no one else, Yoji," Aya sighed in exasperation. He hated having to soothe away the man's insecurities all the time. "I would just like to be alone."
"Did I do something wrong? Have I upset you?" The blonde was a persistent man when he didn't get exactly what he wanted.
"No."
The tone in Aya's voice should have been a warning, but the blonde seemed ignorant of anything that did not involve him getting what he wanted, in the way he wanted it.
"You're not just saying that are you? Did I make you angry, Aya?"
"No," the force behind the word masked the silent plea for isolation. "I'm going now. I'll see you when I get back, okay?"
Yoji opened his mouth to protest, but Aya opened the door at the same time. As the words to speak came to Yoji, Aya was out of the door and closing it firmly behind him, as if saying 'Do NOT follow me.' Glaring daggers, the blonde watched the door angrily. He was hoping Aya would come back and say whatever he had to do wasn't as important as he was, but the longer he waited, the more obvious it became that Aya would be doing no such thing. Angry, and willing to take it out on anyone, Yoji went to the front, where the others would be working. Omi, the only one in the shop that day, felt him coming and looked up, eyes expectant. He knew what was going to happen, but he would put up with it anyway.
Yoji was his friend after all...

*~*~*

"There is pleasure in meeting the eyes of those to whom we have done good." La Bruyere

Piano music, vibrant, deep, and powerful, circled the small banquet room in the hotel, delighting the younger guests and bringing a smile to the faces of the elder. The notes vibrated the air, overpowering the chink of china against silverware and the soft, echoing ring of glass against glass, and hung like a cloud over the room. The piece being played was full of dark themes, a testament to the strain brought upon the composer, and was sad in a coyly masked way. There was anger in the piece, shown here and there by rapid, abrupt passages and an occasional rise in volume. The sad undercurrent was only obvious when the piece grew soft and started to sound hopeful, but a dark, angry passage would come the next instant and shatter the hopeful sound like a china cup thrown to the ground. The music was not soothing, in any way, but it was pleasing to listen to. A well composed and played piece, it did justice to the grand piano that rested in the center of the banquet room, upon a raised platform.
The room was large enough to not be overpowered by the piano, instead it seemed to thrive off of the sound. Smiles were on the faces of many patrons that night, excluding a few elder members who never smiled at anything, save their grandchildren, and a pale man sitting at a table directly left of the piano. Aya wasn't smiling, but he was enjoying the composition. He hadn't known the leader of Schwarz could write music, much less play the piano. And from what it sounded like, the Pre-cog played well. When the piece ended applause rose gently up from the tables, including Aya's.
The American stood and nodded politely at his audience, a small smile on his face. He did this often. Not as often as he would like, but often enough. Before he went to talk to the redhead to his left, he talked to a few of the patrons who knew him better. The chatting was light, just how-are-yous and how-are-the-childrens. This he did every time he played here. The people didn't know him that well, but they talked comfortably to him regardless.
"Trying to suck up for tips, Crawford?" Aya asked over his cup when the American sat down.
"Of course. Trying to solicit some activity for you. Gotta keep you walking those streets, sexy," replied a smiling Crawford. Two seconds after he sat down a waiter was there with a steaming cup of coffee and bowls of creme and sugar. After the waiter left, he winked at the redhead as he poured in some sugar and a very small amount of creme.
Aya smiled, the barest rise of the left corner of his mouth. "Funny. Very funny."
"I thought it was. You know," he said leaning closer into the table and gesturing one hand discreetly towards an elderly couple he had been talking to earlier. "They were particularly interested in you."
The look Crawford received could have wilted flowers and melted crosses into nothingness. The American leaned back and smiled amiably, letting the redhead know he was certainly joking.
"I don't think He would appreciate that," Aya murmured before taking a sip of his drink. They both knew who they meant when they said 'He'. He was Yoji or Schuldig, depending upon who was the topic that time. Neither of them wanted to mention their "attachments" name, in case they would appear like the myths of voodoo queens implied. Say the name, and the person comes like a fog to water. If they used names, they used code names.
"No, He would probably come and try to remove my head from my shoulders. I'm guessing He hasn't figured it out yet, seeing as I'm still on one piece."
"No, He doesn't know we're friends. And He won't if I have anything to do with it."
"Did He let you out without a confrontation?"
"Of course not. You?"
"Never."
They smiled again, a camaraderie through unwanted smothering. A calm talk ensued, both taking sips of their respective drinks as they spoke. Neither of them thought to look around, but they should have. In the corner of one entrance, leaning against one of the white roman-style columns that were spread through all of the rather large entrances, Yoji watched them with furious eyes. Half-cast in shadow, the blonde watched with angry thoughts of murder and torture.
Aya was cheating on him after all.....

*~*~*

"We wish others to possess, or to acquire, all the qualities and virtues that can serve our pleasures and our interests." De Finod

Yoji was lying in wait for Aya when he left the hotel. The redhead and Crawford were at the entrance doors, talking, when he spotted them. He waited in the shadows, a wraith of anger and darkness, until they departed company, a handshake and nods passing between them as a goodbye. When Aya left the entrance way and walked casually down the stairs, a half-smile on his handsome face, Yoji swung out of the shadows and began to follow. They were halfway to the flower shop when Aya turned around, ready to attack until he realized who it was. His eyes went a fraction of an inch wider than normal and the jacket he had over his shoulder slid off as his hand fell to his side. The pleased half-smile was gone.
"Yoji.."
"I knew you were cheating on me. How dare you! And with Crawford! What did I do to deserve this?"
Oh hell, the sword man thought. Now what do I do? A lack of organized thought left him speechless, and Yoji became angrier.
"Why, Aya?" Yoji asked, playing up to the melodramatic injured image. He stepped closer, his eyes beseeching some explanation, but the anger flashing beneath obvious.
"It's not what you think," Aya finally managed to say. He hoped Yoji would listen to him. The blonde never did, but maybe this time he might.
"Oh really?" Yoji challenged, his whole demeanor changing, shifting from injured to furious in the span of a half-second. "I was watching you two the whole time. Don't think I'm that stupid."
"If you were watching the whole time then you would see we did nothing but talk."
"About me, right? You two were talking about me weren't you? What did he say about me? Hm?"
Dear god, the world does not revolve around you, the redhead thought in exasperation. "We weren't discussing you. We were discussing something else."
"What could you two possibly discuss?"
"Surprisingly, a lot of things," Aya said. They looked at each other, both strong-willed men fighting for control over the situation.
"Like what?" Yoji challenged.
"Does it really matter?" Retorted Aya.
"Yes."
"No, it doesn't."
"Yes, it does."
"I'm not discussing it with you. Whatever we talked about is between us." With that Aya turned and resumed walking towards the flower shop. He heard Yoji fall into step beside him.
"I love you."
God damn it, Aya thought, knowing the blonde would expect an answer, was probing for an answer. "I know."
An arm slipped around his trim waist, and Aya almost cringed. The next sentence was whispered in his ear, and brought the same reaction as the previous.
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do." No, no he didn't. Not in the way Yoji wanted. There was a bond here, of course there was, but it wasn't the kind of bond that Yoji felt. Aya loved him as one would love a brother, a comrade, a best-friend, not a lover. He just didn't have those kinds of feelings for the blonde, no matter how much Yoji wanted him to.
A satisfied smile was on Yoji's face as they walked towards the flower shop. Unconsciously, he tightened the grip he had on his infatuation. His possession was back in his care, and he would jealously guard it from anyone and everyone.

*~*~*

"Wounds of the heart! your traces are bitter, slow to heal, and always ready to reopen." A.de Musset.

"Any more of this and I'm going to do something drastic."
"I know, I know. Me too. I can't handle much more of the sociopath."
"Sociopath? Pleasant."
"If he was trying to pillage your mind every two seconds you would say the same thing."
"Good point. What do you suggest?"
"I think we should take care of them."
"How?"
"I have an idea." The elder man gestured for the redhead to lean in, and whispered his plan to him. Every now and then, the redhead would nod, a smile on his face.
"You think we could pull that off?"
"For a little while, yes."
"He wouldn't kill them?"
"No. Probably torture at the most. Ten to one the poor thing would be freaked out at the sudden change."
"Poor thing? That poor thing could carve himself, you, me, a brisket, and a live rooster without opening his eye. Poor thing my foot."
The elder man shrugged, a lift of one shoulder. "I know."
"You really don't think he would kill them? I don't want Him dead, just removed for a few days. I need a vacation for at least two days"
"No, he won't. God knows they might actually get along."
"Could you really lock them in that cage with him?"
"Of course." The two looked at each other seriously for a moment. "No, no I can't. But it was a nice thought."
"Very nice. I know we won't do it, but it would have been nice."
"I should arrange for our kidnapping. Being kidnapped for a week would be interesting."
"You think you could do that?"
"I think with my brains and your talent we could pull it off."
"Hm, we just might be able to."
"We'll have to think on this for awhile. Seems like a good idea to me."
"Any idea is a good idea to you."
"Not true. Staying with Mastermind doesn't seem like a good idea."
"Good point."
"Thank you."
"It's so frustrating dealing with Him. He is still worried I'm cheating on Him."
"Heaven forbid you should come see me."
"We are enemies Crawford."
"I'm well aware Fujimiya."
"You should come help me tomorrow. No one else can. Omi and Ken are watching the shop, He is doing something with a few friends, and that leaves me all alone to do it. I would like it if you came along."
"Help you with what? I don't sell boys on the street anymore. I'm trying to cut back."
"Aren't you funny. I'm planting the flowers I donated to the veteran's hospital. I don't need your help, but I would like you to come."
"Sounds... fascinating. Since it gets me away from my little problem, I would love to. What time?"
"I'll call you at ten."
"Alright Fujimiya. I'll be waiting with baited breath."
"Mm."

"Misery is everywhere, and so is happiness." Boufflers.