Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ How to Get Killed in Ten Easy Screw-Ups ❯ Chapter 5

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

Thought he was cute, did he? Thought Yohji wouldn’t notice a few—ha!—extra clothes on his credit card statement?

Well, the truth was, he probably wouldn’t have. If. If he hadn’t dodged into that old bookstore to save his favorite cashmere sweater from the sudden spring downpour. If he hadn’t thought while he was there he’d just see if they had anything that might make Aya’s eyes light up. The redhead had actually smiled three times while he was drunk, and Yohji had decided he’d do anything that didn’t involve Aya with a hangover to see it again.

If he hadn’t found the leather bound copy of The Merchant of Venice, printed in 1831 and so beautiful it had taken his breath away, and known it was meant for his stunning lover, Aya had been quoting it just the other night...

If that—person—hadn’t tried to snatch it from his hand.

Enough. He’d gotten the book. It had taken a restrained wrestling match, a few muttered threats, her hexing him, his going through five maxed-out credit cards while the line grew and snickered behind him and the tourist tried to talk the bookseller into having him arrested, but he had gotten the damn book.

And now he would get his revenge. And then he would go give the book to Aya.

Yohji carefully screwed the cap back on Omi’s conditioner—shampoo would be rinsed out too quickly—and washed his hands before he accidentally touched his own hair. He put the bottle in the garbage, took the garbage out. Within an hour it would be collected, and the evidence would be gone forever.

Thought he was cute, did he? Let’s see how cute he was bald.

Yohji chuckled as he went and got his package, then went looking for his lover.