Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Insignificant ❯ That I Mean Something ToYou ( Chapter 5 )

I've written! Please don't throw feesh o_o Yeah, I'm just so tired. Between 8 classes, working 30hrs a week, 4 school clubs, and working out at least an hour a night, oh and finals next week, I have absolutely no time to do any writing. Plus my teeth have been hurting, ergo I can't sleep, but can't concentrate enough to write. Yeah, so that's my little tangent, and reasons why my chapters won't be coming so often. But look!! This ones the longest yet! A whole 6pgs on Microsoft word!!

ARGH! So my e-mail tells me that u peps have updated, but it won't let me see the chapters for eeevvveeerrr!! So yeah I hate u mediaminer, for your slow updates *cries coz she wants to go read numbers, souis-chef, and this is not my life*

 

I own them, but not how you think I do. I do, however, own Koio and the restaurant. But those aren't really significant.

 

Praise to my loves:

KD: so true

Potato!: longer! Just for you! You'll find out soon. Btw I can't member if I said so or not, but your artwork on Y! is sooooo amazing!! Everyone go look!! Draw more YxA smut!!

Moi: working on it!!

Blythe: glad you like it. =^___^=

 

I put these at the top because I hate reading something, and then finding one of these, then having to scroll all the way to the bottom to figure out what it means, then scroll back up again. So yeah.

*you know when you tap your foot rapidly up and down so it's like your leg is shaking? Yeah that's what Yoji's doing

*according to Dante's Inferno, the seventh layer of hell is where sodomites go to wander on a beach of field (I forget which) and it rains down scalding ash.

*magick with a k is like real magick, not tricks and shit. Saying that Yoji is a magickal sex beast!! Well…not exactly, but you all get it.

is there a difference between a flat and an apartment? If there is she has the nicer one.

 

YojixAya

 

That I Mean Something To You

 

 

 

Aya had chosen option d) leave the house. He was gone for a long, long time, and Yoji had begun to fear that he wouldn't be back for a few days. He had stayed up waiting all night, well it felt like all night. He wasn't drinking, no, god forbid Aya get back and he was drunk, asleep on the couch. The man would probably find a great way to dismember him slowly and painfully, so that was out. He was also prohibited from smoking. Omi complained that he would die from second hand smoke, Ken didn't really seem to give a shit, and Aya would give him the `I'm-never-sleeping-with-you-again' glare. So he only smoked outside and in his room, when Aya wasn't there of course. Sometimes Aya would put up with him smoking after sex, but most of the time not, or he would get fidgety and Yoji would end up getting irate and put it out.

 

Since he couldn't smoke, the lack of nicotine was kicking in, making him jumpy. He wasn't even aware of it until he realized that instead of sitting on the couch where he though he was, he was pacing back and forth, wringing his hands. So he sat down, only to realize that he was bouncing his leg up and down*. He sighed, and watched some TV with the volume off so that he could hear when Aya got back. Yoji had channel surfed through two sports games, the news, a cooking show, infomercials, five advertisements for porn, and four anime shows later, he heard the front door open. He jumped up from the couch, and went to where Aya was.

 

Aya was shaking off his coat, the white flakes of snow either melting or falling off to make a moist ring around him. He gently placed the coat on the rack and removed his shoes, avoiding the wetness around him. Only then did he even acknowledge Yoji's presence. He glanced up at him, giving Yoji a look that he couldn't quite place because it was removed so quickly, then started to walk past him.

 

“Hay Aya, wait. I want to talk to you.” The redhead made no indication that he heard Yoji, and continued walking. Yoji followed him all the way up to his room, and when Aya went to shut the door on him, he stuck his bare foot in the doorway (which hurt. A lot.), and invited himself in. Aya finally took notice and glared at him. “Get. Out.” Yoji looked at him, no smirk or smile upon his face. “Aya we need to talk.”

 

Aya glared even harder. “There's nothing to talk about. Just leave.”

 

Yoji wondered if he could hear the pleading note in his voice. “Aya…it's almost two in the morning. I've been waiting up all night for you to come home. Will you just…talk to me? Just for a bit, please?” Aya never failed to make him beg.

 

“No.” He crossed his arms. “Leave.” And added the `I'll-send-you-to-the-seventh-layer-of-hell.*' glare. Yoji sighed, holding up his hands in defeat. “Fine, you win. I'll leave, but…I want to talk to you later.” And with that he left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. Well shit. Aya was going to make this difficult wasn't he? Yoji was just too tired to put up with this right now. So he'd let both of them sleep on it, and then tomorrow he'd continue his magick*.

 

He walked to his room, lighting a cigarette as soon as his door was shut. It was probably in his best interest to go to bed. He had the morning shift, and he really didn't want to piss Aya off any more by being late. In the shop he would be as nice to the man as he possibly could. He would do his work, not slack off (god forbid!), draw the fangirls away from him because they all knew he hated when they bothered him, but he wouldn't flirt with them. All in all he would be very well behaved. He stripped down to his birthday suit and laid in bed, waiting for sleep to come.

 

***

 

Sleep never found him that night. He finally got up early, getting ready for work. He made his way downstairs, wearing a pair of pants Aya had bought him, and the sweater that he loved. Even in the shop it was cold during the winter, and cold he didn't like. He was surprised when he entered the kitchen to find no sign of his favorite kitten. In fact he was the only one there. He shrugged and started to make some coffee, and a pot of tea for Aya.

 

He had started on his second cup when Ken came walking into the room, yawning. He waved and grunted something akin to `morning' before pouring himself a cup and rummaging through the fridge, found whatever psycho breakfast meal he planed on having that morning. Yoji just continued to look at him until a thought struck. “Hay Ken, what are you doing up so early?”

 

He turned around and gave Yoji a funny look. “The question is, what are you doing up so early? Have you ever been on time to a morning shift? Or a shift for that matter? Oh, and Aya asked me to switch shifts with him. In fact, I think he wanted me to switch every shift he had with you. Wha'd you do this time?” He continued making his breakfast.

 

Yoji sighed and glared at his coffee. “He's pissed coz' he thinks that I'm…I don't know bored of him or something.”

 

“Well you have been gone lately. Don't worry bout it, I only switched today, so you have the rest of your life to make it up to him.”

 

Yoji switched his glare to Ken. “Well gee, thanks for your concern KenKen.”

 

Ken shrugged. “Whatever. Hay, it's your problem until it gets Omi pissed. Then you can bother me with it.”

 

Yoji stood up and walked to the flower shop. He just wasn't in the mood for idle chatter. Normally he'd be all over the chance to tease Ken with sexual innuendos and ideas for his and Omi's relationship, but today he just didn't feel like it.

 

This was all Aya's fault.

 

The day went by slowly. Oh so god forsaking slowly. The fangirls came. The fangirls went. He was bored. Aya still was no where to be seen. People came. People went. The fangirls came. They wouldn't shut the fuck up. Still no Aya. The fangirls sort of went. School got out. More fangirls came. Aya was MIA. Omi got on. Aya didn't. Ken got pissed because Aya didn't show so he couldn't leave. Yoji got pissed because he was nice enough to stay. Omi didn't get pissed…because he's Omi. Yoji had started fantasizing about Aya and cigarettes at the same time. He had to take a break. Still no Aya. Omi finally let him off. He and Ken were still pissed. Omi just laughed as he tripped over one of the stray kittens in his haste to get out.

 

All in all it was still a shitty day. He went through the rooms, wanting to at least see the redhead, and not finding him he got even more annoyed. He kicked the wall, and then yelped in pain as he forgot he wasn't wearing shoes and it was the same foot that had stopped Aya's door from closing. He finally gave up and went to his room to get ready.

 

***

 

By six thirty he was ready to go and still had no idea where Aya was. He left, managing to avoid Ken and Omi. He didn't want to have to tell them where he was going, he would then have to tell them where he was going, and that would be annoying, so staying hidden was in his best interest.

 

Once inside his seven, he struck up a fag, making sure not to get any of the ash on his outfit. He looked good, he knew that, but not as good as he normally would have. He was wearing black slacks that weren't loose, but were tight enough to be fashionable but still elegant. He wore a light blue button down silk shirt, with a black jacket over it. His hair was loose around his face, classic sunglasses upon his nose.

 

Yoji arrived at the restaurant at 6:55, always getting there early, knowing that women were always late. He hadn't remembered to bring her a gift, but this wasn't really a real date, so therefore he didn't need to bring anything. He parked the car himself, not trusting a valet to do it, and waited near the entrance for her. It was a nice restaurant, classy. Not nearly one of the nicest in Tokyo, he was paying, but it was better than most.

 

By 7:10 she showed up. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, with a few strands down and slightly wavy. Her blue eyes were surrounded by black mascara, and she had a slight tint of pink eye shadow to match her lipstick. Yoji could see he slight hint of glitter on her face, it was tasteful. She was wearing a long black dress with a slit up the side to reveal her calf, where you could see the matching black high heels that he could never quite understand how women walk in those things. It did make her taller. She looked good, but nothing compared to his Aya.

 

He smiled at her. “Koio you look absolutely ravishing.” He have her a light glance of a kiss to the cheek. More of a greeting than an actual kiss. She beamed up at him. “You really think so? Wow! Thank you for coming Yoji, I'm glad that you agreed.” She grabbed his arm and they headed in, her talking all the way. They had a table with a view of an outside fountain. The room was brightly lit, with many bouquets of flowers. Yoji thought that Aya could have done a better job. Koio continued to talk at Yoji, he could occasionally get a word in, making it a sort of conversation, but not really. He thought that she and Omi would get along great.

 

“You seem down…what's wrong Yoji?” He looked up from his plate to meet her eyes. He realize that he had zoned out on her. He smiled. “Sorry about that. What were you saying?”

 

She tilted her head. “Something's bothering you. What is it?”

 

He took a sip of his wine. “It's nothing, really.”

 

“Why don't we make this a two way conversation and you tell me what's wrong, Okay?” He swallowed a sigh. “Sorry I'm such bad company.”

 

“Don't worry about it, your fine. I would like to know though, what's got you so preoccupied.”

 

Yoji thought about it for a minute and decided that if she really wanted to know, he would tell her. “Alright, though you may regret it. So the person that I'm getting the gift for in exchange for this date, is angry with me right now.”

 

She looked perplexed, it was almost cute. “Why?”

 

“Because, they think that I don't want to be with them anymore because I've been gone so much, so now were fighting.”

 

“So your girlfriend thinks you hate them?”

 

“Boyfriend, sweetie.”

 

She blinked. “Oh!”

 

“And no not hate, just…he's angry. Do you want to switch to a different topic now?” He didn't want to ruin her date talking about his problems, because she wasn't going to be getting another one. Dates with Yoji Kudou were supposed to be a one of a kind experience.

 

“Well um…okay. I hope you work it out.”

 

“Me too.”

 

The date was pleasant overall. The rest of the night went smoothly, she even convinced him to dance with her. They shared dissert, on her insistence, and the talk was light and he managed to not zone out or think about his redhead too much. On the way out he put his jacket on her, since it had started to snow.

 

“Do you think you could give me a ride home? I took a cab.” She gave him a pleading look. He almost laughed. “Of course.”

 

In the car she, of course, talked. Apparently once you got her started, or gave her a few drinks, she didn't stop. A half an hour later they made it to her flat. She lived in a nice part of town, and he wondered what sort of job a single woman did to make enough money to live there. Hell, she could work for Kritiker and he wouldn't even know it.

 

“Do you want to come up for a couple drinks? It's the least I can do for the trouble I've seemed to cause.” Yoji thought about it for a moment. “You need to know that it can't go anywhere past that. After this date, there can't be anything between us.” Truthfully he didn't feel anything for her. He felt almost nothing towards anyone but Aya.

 

She looked startled. “Oh I didn't mean to imply anything! I was just trying to be nice. You don't have to if you don't want to.”

 

He turned off the car. “No, that would be nice. Thank you for offering.” They got out and walked to her apartment. She had a very nice place, and he told her so. She smiled and handed him a beer, taking a swig from one herself. He was slightly surprised. She laughed at him. “I don't really feel the need to have complete manners in my own home.”

 

Yoji smiled. “I like that.”

 

***

 

Aya was going to kill Yoji. He was going to actually go get his katana or any object, sharp or blunt, and bash the man's brains out. That is, assuming, Yoji even had one. The two of them hadn't even been apart for twenty four hours, and Yoji had already found someone new to fuck.

 

When Yoji had left, Aya decided to follow him. He knew, just knew in his mind that he shouldn't have, but he did. He had met the woman at a restaurant, a very fancy restaurant. One nicer than Yoji had ever bothered to take him too. He had even kissed her. Aya got a table for himself too, figuring that he may be a complete psycho, but at this point he was so jealous that he didn't care. He was close enough so he could see them, but not so close that they ever saw him, Yoji was facing away from him as well. He had even danced with her. Yoji had never danced with him. They were so close together, he was touching her. He was touching another person in a way Aya only ever wanted Yoji to touch him.

 

He then proceeded to stalk them in his Porsche to where she lived. He was surprised that Yoji never noticed his car, but then again he wasn't thinking about Aya, he was thinking about her.

 

The Wench had to die.

 

He waited across the street. All the flats had large windows, and you could see inside of them. Some of the lights were on, indicating that it probably wasn't them. He was about to go home when one of the lights came on, the curtains drawn back so that he could see inside. It was a while, and then he saw a flash of blond. His keen eyes told him that it was defiantly them. He could see them sitting on a couch, drinking. Funny, he thought, normally Yoji would go screw a woman, or man, not drink with them. After a while, and several beers, he saw The Wench get up and straddle Yoji, who proceeded to fall back onto the couch. She moved down and kissed him.

 

He was going to vomit.

 

Aya closed his eyes and turned away. He couldn't watch anymore, it would make him sick. He walked back to his car in an amazingly fast pace. He ripped the car door open and slammed it shut, making the ornament around his rear view mirror shake. He glared at it, then ripped it off it's string. Yoji had given it to him. it was a small figure of a geisha.

 

“Because you remind me of one. Your beautiful…and graceful…and smart…and funny…and strong…” He had gone on for ever, never repeating the same word. He would kiss a different part of Aya's nude body between each complement.

 

Aya glared at the small figurine. He thought about tossing it out the window while driving down the freeway, and decided on just throwing it on the floor of the car. He sped the whole way home. If he hadn't been so angry he would have been surprised by the fact that he didn't get quite a few tickets, and not just for speeding.

 

If Yoji wanted to see other people, fine. Fine! He wasn't getting out of it before hearing from him first.