Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Ghost Story ❯ Ghost Story, Part 17 ( Chapter 17 )

Title: Ghost Story, Part 17
Author: Genuinelie(s)
Pairings: Aya/Yohji; non-graphic OmixAya-chan; KenxOC
Rating: M - Edited for fanfiction.net - full version here: http://genuinelie.livejournal.com/267588.html
Status: Ongoing
A/N: AU timeline after Kapitel.
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?

A/N: Maybe one more chappie after this...?



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The leather of the Porsche's car seats squeaked as Yohji shifted beneath Ran. The blonde moved without breaking their rhythm.

Ran's breath came out in jagged bursts. Yohji's hair was spread across the headrest. His sunglasses were falling off into the backseat. Ran bent and kissed Yohji's throat, feeling the pulse beat there, then claimed his mouth.

"Aren't restroom vending machines the best?" Yohji breathed. He was talking about where they had found...supplies.

"Shut up." Ran commanded.

Yohji grinned at him. "Yanno, you're the first man-" an intake of breath fractured his confession, "I've gone so far with. Don't get me wrong-" A gasp. "-other encounters-“ Yohji sucked in another audible breath, "But I'm all yours, Ran-Ayan."

"Shut up." Ran gasped.

Yohji's eyes were intent on his face, and Ran suspected he knew exactly what affect those words would have on him. Their motions became more frantic. Yohji writhed beneath him, one hand digging into Ran's shoulder blades, the other into the driver's seat, scrabbling for purchase. Finally it came to rest on Ran's back. Yohji bent upwards to press his lips fiercely to Ran's. Yohji's feet thunked on the dashboard and windows. Suddenly Yohji shouted incoherently into Ran's mouth.

Ran abandoned himself to his motions, Yohji whispering encouragement. He bent his forehead to touch Yohji's, breathing in Yohji's breath. He slitted his eyes enough to see Yohji smiling at him, his expression gentle and tense at the same time.

The heat built and broke suddenly. Ran shuddered and jerked; Yohji pulled him tighter to his chest.

Yohji's lanky frame revealed its muscles when they were skin to skin. He was warm and solid beneath him. Despite being in a car, he'd taken the time to notice the details of Yohji, something he hadn't done on the roof or in the coffeeshop.

I want Yohji, Ran realized. More than just this.

Ran lifted himself, bracing on the seat to either side of Yohji, preparing to shift back to the driver's seat. Yohji brushed an eartail back from his cheek, catching him mid-motion. Ran allowed it, shifting his eyes to meet Yohji's.

Yohji smiled at him. "One of these days, we're gonna have to do this properly in a bed."

Ran thunked down in the other seat, raising himself over the gear shift. He yanked up his pants and buckled them.

He looked over. Yohji was lazily pulling on his own jeans, though he had to retrieve his from the back seat.

He had a feeling that touching just anyone wouldn't feel like that. It was Yohji specifically moving against him. Yohji who still got through to him, even if it in the past "getting through" meant pissing him off.

It meant more than that. Yohji getting him to feel anything, even anger, at a time when physical pain could have been the only thing reminding him that he was still breathing...

He felt attraction. He felt concern. He felt trust. He felt a fierce protectiveness. He hadn't had the resources to care that he had known how he felt.

He felt...

"Is he or isn't he a good friend?" It was what his sister had asked him, that day they'd gone to the festival.

Ran started the engine.

Yohji was sprawled in the passenger seat, clothed but disheveled. He still managed to make it all look like it was on purpose, readjusting his sunglasses in the mess of his hair.

The alleyway remained deserted, though passerby on the sidewalk at the far end cast intermittent shadows in the sparse light at the opening to the street. They were too far away to see anything in the dark alley. Considering where they were, Ran doubted they were the type of people who would care.

"I love you." Ran said quietly. He almost couldn't hear himself over the purr of the Porche.

Yohji managed to. His head whipped sideways, green eyes open so wide they were almost round.

Ran smiled at him.

Yohji was working his mouth like a fish.

Ran pulled away from the curb to drop Yohji off at the Seven. "There's a lot of places other than beds we haven't done that," he suggested.

"Holy fuck," Yohji finally coughed. "I-"

Ran dropped a hand on his knee. Yohji gripped it.

"Tonight?" Yohji suddenly demanded. Ran didn't miss the slight desperation in his tone. He supposed he deserved it. "Sleep with me tonight, Ran. Just sleep, I don't care, but stay-"

Ran nodded.

The breath Yohji let out was audible.

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Ken let out a low whistle and leaned forward in his chair, toward Omi and Aya-chan, who were sitting with their knees touching on the couch. Their hands were clasped tight between them.

"So Ran really thought he was a goner that time, huh? Never thought he thought about that stuff," Ken said.

"I know!" Omi looked disturbed.

Ken eyed Aya-chan. In his opinion, she should look worse off than she did, but the revelation that her brother occasionally thought mortal thoughts didn't seem to surprise her much.

"And you would have just - you would have just been gone..." Omi murmured at Aya-chan.

She leaned toward him. "I wouldn't have stayed away, you know."

"It's Kritiker! You might not have had a choice!" Omi cried.

Ken leaned back in his chair and stared with concentration at the blank television screen.

Permanent third wheel, Hidaka. Spare part at the Koneko. He did his best to refrain from rolling his eyes.

He didn't know what luck Yohji and Ran were having, or if the swordsman even intended to do more than drag Yohji's (probably) drunk ass home so he could get to work on time tomorrow, but Ken couldn't help but feel utterly dejected.

He missed Jun. He really did. No one else in Ken's life really cared about soccer. Plus, he'd been a nice kisser.

He'd had a nice smile too.

And he didn't mind that Ken could be a dork! It had been nice to have someone to laugh at his jokes. Yohji and Omi usually just rolled their eyes at him. Even if Ken thought they secretly didn't mind all that much.

"Argh," Ken commented, to himself.

"What was that, Ken-kun?" Omi and Aya-chan looked away from each other to shoot concerned looks at him.

He flailed his arms. "Nothing! Nothing. Really."

There was a click from upstairs. The door definitely opened and shut. The three Koneko housemates exchanged wide-eyed glances, then sprang to their feet.

Yohji appeared in the stairwell before any of them reached it. Ran, to their surprise, appeared a moment later, hovering a few steps up. He carried his mission coat over one arm, and the buckle on the collar of his black mission shirt was undone.

Yohji, Ken was unable to keep from noticing, looked both bewildered and self-satisfied.

Ken refrained from imagining.

"We're back, kiddos," Yohji announced. He hooked a thumb in the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

Definitely self-satisfied, Ken affirmed wryly. Behind him, miracle of miracles, Ran almost appeared to be smiling.

"Just wanted to make sure you were, yanno, not worried about me. Sorry for taking off earlier." His eyes found Ken's and looked serious for a moment. "Everyone doing okay?"

Guess Omi told him about Jun. Great. Ken forced a grin. "Yeah, great. You ass. Let us know where you are next time we're already down a member, right?"

Yohji had the grace to look authentically chastised. "Yeah. Sorry."

His gaze shifted off Ken. Ken followed it and saw Omi with his arm around Aya-chan, who was smiling up at the stairwell. Ran, amazingly, wasn't looking murderous, but was smiling back at his sister. They appeared to be sharing some sort of silent conversation. Aya-chan appeared to be the winner, her expression seemed pleased. Ran's looked a little wry. But maybe Ken was reading into things.

The Fujimiya siblings, it seemed, had come to peace with one another.

"Well, we'll leave you kids to do whatever you were doing. Glad you're chaperoning, Ken-ken, I know it makes Ran feel better about leaving his sister alone with our womanizer Omi here." Yohji winked at him.

Behind him, Ran lost his smile and glowered at Yohji's head.

Aya-chan giggled. Omi was reddening rapidly. Ken snorted.

"We're going up. To my room, in case anyone needs us." Yohji grinned and winked again.

Ran rolled his eyes. "Goodnight." He shot another, less grouchy look at his sister, who nodded at him before he left.

Yohji beamed and waved a hand at them, disappearing up the stairway after Ran.

Ken couldn't quite convince his eyebrows to come back down from his hairline. "Sure your brother didn't have a brain transplant at Kritiker, Aya-chan?"

Aya-chan giggled, but her eyes were serious. "No!" She glanced at Omi, who looked every bit as surprised, then back to him. "This is just my brother."

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Yohji watched Ran undress, and noticed for the first time that his movements were stiff.

He really thought he was going to die, Yohji swallowed thickly. So Ran was back, but that didn't mean that absolutely nothing had happened.

Ran met his eyes, folding his clothes over the back of a chair. He'd stripped to his black briefs. Yohji raked his eyes over him, both appreciative and concerned at the bruises he finally noticed.

Ran's lips twisted up at one corner. "I'm fine, Yohji."

"Poisoned, huh?" Yohji commented, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Resourceful bodyguards, it's a first," Ran answered.

Yohji's eyebrows shot up. He let out a surprised laugh. "I like this humor thing you've been trying out, is that something that comes with being 'Ran'?"

His breath caught. Maybe he shouldn't have said that. Dammit, Kudoh, don't draw attention to the changes. Or maybe it was better to point them out? Healthier to show Aya that it was okay to be himself here?

Ran shook his head at him and sat on the edge of his mattress, across from where Yohji lay sprawled. He watched his back cautiously, appreciative of the view but wary.

Ran looked over one shoulder at him. "You did that. Thank you."

Yohji barely breathed. "What?"

"Helped me...become Ran again." Ran took in a breath, it was silent, but Yohji saw the rise and fall of his back. "As you said. Maybe it doesn't change anything. I'm still Weiss. I could still be 'Aya', if that's what you called me."

Yohji sat up, and wrapped his bare arms around Ran's shoulders. It was significant to him that Ran didn't tense, but actually leaned into the touch. "It matters. It's your name. You're not someone else." He whispered into Ran's ear. "You're not hiding from me."

Yohji held his breath, afraid again that he'd said too much.

Ran was silent.

Yohji watched the side of his face carefully, from over his shoulder.

Ran turned to face him.

Suddenly Ran was kissing him, hard. Yohji responded enthusiastically, his hand latching onto Ran's head behind his eartails. Ran broke away first and looked at him, as if measuring his reaction.

"Earlier," Yohji whispered, "In the car, I heard you-"

"Yes," Ran said.

Yohji paused, and examined him to make sure they were talking about the same thing.

Ran looked amused but cautious. "I meant it, Yohji."

Yohji felt himself beam. There were a lot of things he wanted to say to that, but there'd be time later when he could hopefully manage to be coherent. He settled for tugging him down onto the blankets. Ran allowed him to press their bodies together, Yohji's chest to Ran's back.

Ran placed a hand on his, where he had them clasped in the middle of Ran's chest. Yohji buried his face in Ran's neck. Ran's breathing evened out.

"No more ghosts between us, Ran-Ayan," Yohji mumbled, relishing the novelty of having Ran with him in an actual bed. The other man didn't answer.

Yohji happily allowed himself to follow Ran into sleep.

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