Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ How to Get Killed in Ten Easy Screw-Ups ❯ Chapter 11

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

*is too dead-tired stupid to come up with A/N* Hope you like the end.
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Only Momoe-san was in the shop when Yohji came back from deliveries. When all he could get from her was that Aya had “gone to school,” he assumed she meant Aya-chan’s college, and went ahead and helped Momoe-san close. He didn’t know why she kept giggling. Until he caught a glimpse of her little TV in the back room, the attached DVD player on pause. On a particularly interesting shot of him, a blurry-faced, redheaded man, and a Fruit Roll-Up.

That—Takatori. That sneaky, vicious little Takatori...

Yohji took the DVD, though sweet gentle Momoe-san bit him, and stormed into the house. Omi wasn’t in his room, wasn’t in the mission room, wasn’t—

The Porsche was pulling into the garage. Oh, shit. Yohji broke the DVD and threw it away and hoped to any gods who were listening that mean little shit hadn’t—no. Tsukiyono was smarter than that, he knew Aya would be angrier at Yohji than at him—but both would be just as dead. Omi would never take a chance on Aya finding out.

Look innocent, Kudou, he thought as he went to meet his lover.

Yeah, right.

Okay, look like you didn’t inadvertently include your dignified lover in a pornographic production that had already been spread to gods-knew how many people. No way Momoe-san had gotten that directly from Omi.

Omi! Aya stormed into the house, past Yohji and upstairs. Omi tried to bolt back out the door as soon as Aya disappeared, Yohji grabbed him.

“You little—“

“Let me go! He’s getting his sword!”

“It’s no more than you deserve, you—“

“Yohji-kun, he’s seen the video!”

Seen...the...video?

“Someone showed the pictures to the principal,” Omi hissed. “You dolt! They confiscated my laptop, and they called Aya-kun, and he unlocked it and they found—“

Yohji dropped the kid and ran, only to collide with Omi in the door.

“Move, idiot!”

“You move, moron!”

With a grunt and a heave they were through the door. Yohji jumped into the Seven, glared at Omi vaulting into the passenger side as he started the car.

“How much cash do you have on you?” the boy asked.

Yohji shrugged and peeled out of the garage.


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