Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Ghost Story ❯ Ghost Story Part 11 ( Chapter 11 )

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

Title: Ghost Story

Author: Genuinelie(s)

Pairings: Aya/Yohji; non-graphic OmixAya-chan; KenxOC

Rating: NC-17 again!

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Yohji's housemates decide he needs help with a problem he doesn't want discovered, but that's pretty hard when you're being watched so carefully. But is someone watching the watchers?

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Yohji's car purred noisily through the busy twilight of Tokyo. They were far from alone, it was rush hour and the streets were packed with commuters and pedestrians.

Ran sat with his back straight in the passenger seat, watching the sidewalk and the rear bumpers of the slow-moving vehicles in front of them.

A hand landed on his leg and squeezed, letting go quickly.

Yohji shot him a smile as they pulled up to a stoplight. His sunglasses were in place, even though Ran would like to tear them off so he could see what Yohji was feeling. Safety aside - he wasn't entirely sure Yohji could see well enough to drive in them, despite evidence to the contrary.

He wasn't entirely sure he cared about that.

"Hey, I'm not taking you anywhere awful," Yohji commented. His fingers were tapping on the wheel. "Relax. You're making me nervous you're gonna jump out the door or something."

His smile was a little pained. Ran slouched into his seat, and took to watching Yohji's face instead of the world outside the car.

The man had come to his parents' gravesite to collect him for this outing? Did that make sense? No, he'd said that his sister was worried about him. Yohji himself had seemed worried for him, he supposed they had all worried for one member of Weiss or another but this was different, this was personal worry, and Ran was completely unused to it from a source that was neither family nor employer.

He'd given his parents both a low bow.

Like family.

Like a proper suitor.

Did that fit with Yohji's character? Ran supposed it must, the blonde had done it.

They pulled away from the stoplight. Yohji turned onto a side road, picking up speed with his car as the traffic lessened. Wind from their open windows blew shafts of red into Ran's vision and tousled Yohji's wavy hair.

Suddenly, Yohji parked his car, tearing up next to the curb abruptly. He was smiling faintly; they both enjoyed driving, Ran could understand it, and Yohji's pride and joy was the Seven.

Yohji must have seen something in his expression. His smile turned into a wide grin. "Yeah, I was showing off for you, Ran-Ayan. Did it work?"

He got out of the car before Ran could answer. Yohji walked around the car to the sidewalk, Ran was glad he didn't do something idiotic like open his door.

Behind his teammate was a coffee house that had looked like it belonged in a girl's dollhouse. The outside looked as if it had seen gang wars, but through the window he could see the inside painted in pastels.

Ran realized where Yohji had taken him. He got out of the car, Yohji locked it.

"Here?" He asked, scanning Yohji's face.

Yohji pushed back his sunglasses to catch in his hair at the top of his head. His green eyes were serious. "I saw a bit of your past today. Thought it was fair." He was scrutinizing Ran's face, though Ran couldn't have guessed what he was looking for.

This sidewalk was deserted of people. A sign on the door claimed the shop was 24-hours, though he couldn't help wondering how it kept open - there was only one customer he could see inside.

Ran shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, beneath his long tan jacket.

Yohji hooked a thumb in the waist of his jeans, pulling them down to reveal the toned junction of stomach and hip. Ran saw him try to make this nonchalant. "Care for a cup of coffee?"

Instead of answering, Ran took out his cellphone and dialed his sister. After the briefest of notices they'd be back late and he had put away the phone, he gave Yohji a look.

The other man's face relaxed. He headed inside, Ran followed.

Yohji gave the customer by the door a nod. "Mrs. Kanno."

"You again! You'd think someone like you would have something better to do than buy this mud-in-a-cup every other night." The woman was more elderly than Ran first suspected, lines around her eyes belying the youth of the summer dress she wore.

"Best coffee in town, hag!" A middle-aged woman in a waitress' apron and dress gave Mrs. Kanno a smile despite her words. "Yohji! Long time no see. Been a few nights now, but I see what you've been up to." She gave Ran a smile.

Ran gave her a small smile back, though inside he gave himself a long-suffering sigh. If Yohji was a regular here, however, he was going to make an effort.

"Hasn't been anyone since that..." The waitress started.

Yohji waved a hand at her, though not before Ran caught his wince. "Yeah, yeah, old news, old news. Chikako, this is Ran, Ran, Chikako."

Chikako had already poured two cups of coffee despite Ran not actually wanting any, and the woman followed them to where Yohji chose their seat by the window. "He sits here everytime, did you know that, Ran, honey?" She put their coffee down. "Glad to see a new face with him, to be honest."

"Okay, okay." Yohji was doing his best not to scowl. Ran watched in actual amusement.

Chikako winked at him. "I know, honey." Her tone softened. "I'll leave you two alone, be in the back if you need me or need any help chasing off robbers or the like." She laughed and disappeared into a back room.

By the door, Mrs. Kanno stood. "Time for me to go home to Mr. Kanno, I think, dears." Yohji waved goodbye to her and looked visibly relieved when she left the shop and they were finally left alone.

Yohji gave him a small smile. "Not exactly clubbing every night," he commented.

"Every night," Ran responded.

Yohji shrugged. "I do have my reputation, yanno." He frowned, then replaced it with a wink and a half-grin. He took his sunglasses off his head and played with them a moment before setting them down on the table. He lost his smile too quickly, his eyes unfocusing and darkening to emerald.

"This was our place," he said finally. "Asuka's and mine. I guess we had a lot of them, not just this one, but..."

"Why did you bring me here?" Ran cut him off.

He was sorry for the question. Yohji looked as if he'd been slapped, but his jawline hardened a moment later, with a stubborn set to his mouth. He continued like Ran hadn't said anything. "I feel her here still sometimes. I guess I get carried away too much, but god, Ran-" he dragged a hand across his face. He let out a sudden bark of laughter. "I really thought you were her, back in the Koneko on those nights. I guess I spend so much time haunting her I get confused, she has better things to do than follow me around."

"It wasn't her you thought I was," Ran contradicted. "It was Schrient."

Again, his words elicited a wince, this one changed immediately into a scowl. "Same woman," Yohji muttered. He took a sip of his coffee, and stared out the window.

Ran bit back a sigh. He narrowed his eyes at Yohji.

"They're both dead," he said harshly.

Yohji met his eyes and held the gaze steadily. "Yeah." He passed a hand through his hair again. He bent over his coffee cup and blew on it before taking another sip.

Ran didn't know why it bothered him so much that Yohji would not let go of either woman, the one who deserved to die without any guilt felt and the other one, the one whose death was not Yohji's fault. By Ran's assessment, it was a mix of survivor's guilt and regret, but then again, he had never had felt any sort of the love that Yohji proclaimed over his dead partner.

Haven't you? Ran looked back at Yohji's gaze, and briefly saw an ocean.

Yohji reached across the table and caught his hand before he could hide it in his lap. "This place just has a lot of memories. I'm not trying to make you a replacement, I just wanted you to see-" Yohji visibly took in a breath and blew it out. "I guess I just wanted you to see where I was, when you were up haunting me. Most of the time. There's a club down the street I go to when- I guess I was just hoping you'd chase my ghosts away for me."

The line would have been cheesy and dramatic had Yohji not had the expression of absolute misery he'd worn as he said it.

Yohji released his hand and reached into his pocket. He took out a cigarette but didn't light it, fiddling with it between thumb and forefinger.

Ran realized that he was watching Yohji for the first time with all of his guards down.

He supposed he'd known, but it was very easy to forget with the gregarious man that Yohji had as many walls as he did. They were just better disguised.

Yohji shot him a weak smile. "Thanks for humoring me."

"I didn't leave this morning to escape from you," Ran stated suddenly.

Yohji's eyes widened and his hand stilled. "No?" It was cautious.

Ran took a deep breath. He closed his eyes briefly.

He hadn't wanted any attachments. No more people to lose. No more responsibilities. No more pain.

Yohji was teaching him that who you became attached to wasn't a choice.

He let out the kept breath slowly. His voice was low. "Yohji. When Eszett fell...something you said the other day, before Omi interrupted us, it sounded..." He glared at the coffee cup for the moment, as if it were to blame for his feelings. He closed his eyes again, then looked up at Yohji. "...similar...what were you going to say?"

Yohji leaned forward. "Since you asked, you better be willing to hear my answer." Yohji's eyes locked on his. Ran gave a short nod. Yohji nodded as well, but it seemed more to himself than to Ran. He refocused before continuing. "I should have been happy that I was about to join Asuka. But fuck it, I was terrified. It made no sense to me. All I could think of was you. How I was going to lose you, and there were a lot of ways to do that at the time, and -" Yohji's fingers were shaking. The cigarette bobbed against the tabletop. "That wasn't something I was planning on. The attraction, yeah, that's always been there, but I thought I could do without it, I never took it serously...I promised myself I wasn't gonna-I didn't mean to tell you, yanno? So please, don't go back on this. Not now. Not after showing me-"

"Stop," Ran commanded.

Yohji's grief over something he hadn't yet done was alarming. As every indication he had any sort of power over the older man was.

Yohji leaned back in his chair. His eyes were patiently trained on Ran's face.

Ran couldn't find the words to say what he'd meant to.

He got up suddenly, pushing his chair back. Yohji sat up straight, eyes wide. "Ran?"

"Why did you bring me here?" He asked.

Yohji's hand was shaking harder on the table. He observed it with an impassive face, although it struck him deep in the middle of his chest. "Shit. I guess, I guess if this is gonna end, if you're gonna end it, I guess here was the best place for me to hear it. Keep all my - keep it all in one place, yanno."

Quick and sure, Ran suddenly reached out and grabbed Yohji's wrist, yanking him to his feet. He had him bent backwards in the next second, wrist pinned to the table. The cigarette dropped from his fingers and rolled to the floor. Yohji struggled for a second, instinctively, before pushing upward with his hips.

Ran took a glance outside the window behind Yohji's head. A mother and daughter passed, neither looked at them.

Ran smiled then, and it wasn't vicious or fierce. He pressed back into Yohji's body.

"I have no intention of adding myself to your ghosts," Ran stated. "Not by choice."

Yohji was quiet for a second, mouth parted, chest still. His eyes raked over Ran's face.

And suddenly, all his breath was let out in a gasp of laughter. His free hand snapped out to grab Ran's ass, pulled him forward into him. Ran pushed forward, the table scraped back until it hit the window. Yohji's hand slid up around the back of his head, burying into the roots of his hair, and brought him down into an urgent kiss.

"The bathroom," Yohji suggested against his lips.

Ran stepped back.

Yohji stumbled to his feet and yanked him to the side hallway in the back of the little shop, pulling him through the door of the only bathroom and locking the door. It was cramped, they had barely enough room to move, there was frilly lace above the mirror and chipped pink paint on the doorframe, everything else was plain wood. Yohji managed to spin him around and press him back against the door, making it rattle on its hinges. He made quick work of Ran's belt, popping open the top button of his jeans.

Ran shoved him backwards with the weight of one shoulder. Yohji caught himself on the sink. Ran stepped forward and ubuckled Yohji's belt, feeling his intense stare on him the whole while. He slipped a hand under Yohji's coat and under the back of Yohji's midriff-baring shirt, his other hand slid into the open zipper of Yohji's pants.

Yohji bucked forward, a small breath hitching. Ran yanked jeans and boxers down, raking his gaze across Yohji's body.

Yohji grinned ferally, and let him.

With a small growl, Ran flipped their positions, shoving Yohji up against the door. He shoved his own jeans and briefs down and stepped forward to press himself flush against Yohji.

Yohji bent down and pressed his mouth to Ran's. It was strangely tender in contrast to the rest of their movements.

Ran stilled for a moment. Finally, they broke away, each breathing quick and shallow.

Ran searched Yohji's eyes. Yohji gave him a simple smile that was at once gentle and confident.

Ran thrust a hand between their bodies, taking both of their hard-ons in his fist. He gave them three solid pumps that made his head hit Yohji's shoulder. He felt the blonde shudder against him, then replace his hand on his cock. Yohji bent down to press a kiss that turned stronger onto his neck as their hands began to move.

Ran's fist jerked over Yohji's length, relishing the way the man's body responded to him. Suddenly he bucked forward as Yohji's thrusts became more urgent, shoving their bodies together as his fingers moved over Ran.

Ran muffled the yell into Yohji's neck as he came. Yohji's arm tightened around his back, the man's breathing quick and hot against his ear. Suddenly Yohji doubled into him, fingers digging into his muscles. Yohji managed to be quieter, the only sound he made was Ran's own name, hissed into his ear.

They remained upright but slouched against each other, their stomachs slick and heartbeats erratic. Ran remained with his forehead touching Yohji's shoulder. Yohji's grip lessened, his hand smoothing along the contours of Ran's shoulderblades.

"Fuck," Yohji finally said.

Ran turned his head until his lips touched Yohji's ear.

He couldn't quite bring himself to say the claim he felt.

Yohji feels right. In every way, he felt right.

Ran pushed back from Yohji silently, using water from the sink to clean his stomach. He turned back to find Yohji still watching him.

He might not be able to say all he felt, but he needed to give Yohji something. The truth, even in watered-down form. "I said earlier what you said sounded similar." Yohji's eyes widened; it was possible the man expected him to give him nothing at all. "To what I felt, Yohji. That's what I meant. I was thinking of my sister, yes, but there were moments that I thought I was dying in that water and I thought of you." Ran frowned, remembering. "I thought of you with regret when I was dying, Yohji."

Yohji looked completely shocked.

Ran gave him the barest of smiles. "We need to leave."

Yohji stumbled away from the door and copied Ran's actions, wiping his stomach and pulling up his clothing. The expression of disbelief was still lingering on his face, the blond looked shell-shocked. He pulled Ran forward into another kiss before unlatching the door and tugging him back out into the hallway.

Chikako was standing there to meet them. She held a rolling pin in one hand, like a bat. She lowered it as she looked at them both, one eyebrow rising higher than it should have been able. "I came to see if someone was getting mugged in there." Her voice was monotone.

Yohji coughed, and one hand went behind his head. "Uh. Chikako. Babe. I-"

"Save it." Chikako suddenly snorted.

"This place means a lot to me..." Yohji began. "Please..."

"God, boys, you could have at least let me watch." Chikako rolled her eyes.

Ran relaxed. Yohji coughed.

Chikako narrowed her eyes. "Not like this place hasn't seen worse. Don't do that again, you're gonna be mopping my floors. Get the hell outta here, and I better see you both back within a week."

Ran's eyebrows raised. Yohji took off across the shop, with one hand lifted. Ran followed.

"Will do. You're the absolute best, Chi. Oh my god, that woman is never gonna let me live that down. Didn't think she'd come check." The last part was muttered under Yohji's breath, but Ran caught it and stifled a smile.

In a moment, Yohji had Seven rumbling to life.

Simultaneous beeps came from both Yohji's and Ran's coats. Ran took out his cellphone and frowned. "Omi. Mission."

"Great," Yohji hung a hand out the open window, and sped up down the empty street toward the highway that would bring them back to the Koneko.

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TBC.

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