Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Insignificant ❯ Is There A Chance? ( Chapter 6 )

Another update! Not quite as long, but better than nothing, right? Yeah. So finals are over, but I've had quite a crappy time. had some $ go missing, did bad on finals, good stuff. But I did get a tattoo, so I'm sorta happy. Anyways, if you notice any errors in my writing, it's b/c I don't go and reread all my story, and I post it the same night I write it. If it bothers you, you could check it for me =^^= yeah,

this ch. Is for Moi, coz' she persisted me into staying up till 2am to write this.

I love ya moi, now update numbers with some y/a lovin!

 

Oh, and can anyone tell me the brand of cigarettes Yoji smokes? Prolly not.

 

Yoji/Aya

I own them deep in my heart, and on keyboard, and in my stories. But anywhere else? Nah.

I do own Koio, and she's kinda important here, but not really. I also own rights to the contents in the box, but you don't know that yet.

 

I was watching anime in Japanese, ergo couldn't understand it, but they used military time, so I chose to too. If you don't know military time 17:00 is 5pm.

 

To my loves!:

Bly: not just yet, but soon! It will me promise!

Moi: yes I'm done! They were finished the 20th, so I updated asap. Now u go update!

Bbud: yup. That's our Yotan, we love him.

KD: he gets smarter…eventually.

MMacabre: you'll find out now, and love, we all know the answer to that question

 

 

Is there a chance?

 

***

 

 

After his ninth beer, he couldn't remember what they were laughing about. He chugged down the rest and decided that it wasn't that important, and he just sat there smiling. It felt good to relax, to just let go. He had been so tired lately, although he couldn't quite remember why, and all the alcohol was giving him a nice tingly feeling through his entire body.

 

He looked over at the warmth next to him, and noticed that they were moving. He was so trashed that he couldn't really recognize whom the person was. He felt himself fall backwards, which confused him because he was leaning against the couch earlier. As he fell back someone made a small noise, but he wasn't sure who. The warmth was touching him again, and he liked it. He'd been so cold lately, not just from the weather, that it was nice to be warm. So he didn't protest when the warmth was touching his face and lips. He moved up and into the kiss. He was warm.

 

He felt…something that didn't belong to Aya.

 

Aya.

 

This…was not Aya.

 

His eyes snapped open, he let go of the other person. His realization dropped his drunken haze enough to make him realize that the person he was making out with was most definitely not Aya.

 

He pushed her away, off his lap and she fell onto the floor with an `oomph'. She seemed startled at first, then gasped when she realized what they had been doing.

 

“Oh Yoji I'm so, so sorry! I don't drink a lot and…” whatever she said was lost to him as his brain decided to quit processing any more information, and he passed out on her couch.

 

***

 

Yoji woke up the next afternoon feeling like shit. He knew from experience what a hangover felt like, he didn't however, understand why he was where he was.

 

He was laying on a couch with a blanket much too small for him covering part of his body, and a pink pillow under is face. He groaned and put in much effort to sit up, glad that the curtains were drawn so that the sunlight wasn't nearly as bad as it could have been. He let out a long and low groan as he covered his face with calloused hands.

 

What the fuck had he done now?

 

The gods decided to take mercy upon him, and have the answer to his questions walk into the room. Koio entered with a cup of something in her hand and handed it to Yoji. “Here. It'll help your head.” She held no signs of the perkiness he had always seen her with. She looked, for the first time, serious. Koio took a seat next to him and stared down at her hands in her lap. She was wearing blue pajama bottoms and a matching blue tank top. She looked guilty.

 

He took a drink of whatever was in the cup and asked, “So…wanna' tell me what happened last night?”

 

“What do you remember?”

 

That was never a good thing to hear. He thought back. “Well, I met you for dinner.” He didn't use the word `date'. “Then we came back here and I…drank a lot more than I should have. The rest is a blank.”

 

She sighed. “I'm sorry Yoji. None of this would have happened if it wasn't for me.”

 

He was too tired and too hung over to argue or protest. “So what happened?”

 

“Well, we came back here. I offered you a drink, and we drank, talked about stuff. Life, you know, just stuff. Anyways, I…I'm so sorry Yoji. It's just that you look…you remind me so much of someone that…my alcohol tolerance is low and…well. I know you said that it couldn't go that far, but…”

 

“…but it did, didn't it?”

 

She nodded. “We didn't…have sex or anything,” She blushed. “We just…you know. And then you must have realized what we were doing, because the next thing I know is that you've pushed me onto the floor and then passed out.”

 

If Yoji's tolerance had been any lower he would have been in the bathroom a long time ago, or have drowned in his own body fluids. He didn't know if it was a good thing or not that he was alive now.

 

“Anyways…” She finally looked up at him. “I'm really sorry that this happened. I…I took advantage of the situation and I know I shouldn't have but-“

 

“It's alright. Just…stop talking, okay? My head hurts.” He closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

 

“Sorry. Your stuffs on the table, along with what I promised you. You can stay, or leave whenever you like.” They sat on the couch in silence for a while, Yoji drinking the stuff in the cup that came in a close second to his own hangover remedies and Koio just sitting there. Once he felt well enough, he asked. “What time is it?”

 

“Around 17:00”

 

“Oh.” He stood and stretched, still feeling a bit shaky. “I think I'll get going soon.”

 

“I'm sorry…”

 

Yoji set down his mug on the table, “It's alright. Alcohol makes us do stupid things, trust me I know. The fact of the matter is that today is Christmas eve, and I need to go try and get Aya to forgive me.” He was tired, and apparently felt like talking. “So I forgive you, just let me use your bathroom, then I'll be out of your hair.”

 

After a run to the restroom, and splashing some cold water on his face, Yoji felt like he would be okay to at least make it home. He gathered up his stuff, including the box of stuff she had promised him, and she let him out. She opened her mouth, but he beat her to it.

 

“I know that you're sorry, and it's really alright. He doesn't know, it's not going to happen again, and he won't find out.”

 

She blinked up at him. “I was going to say `drive safely' since it snowed outside, but okay.”

 

It was his turn to pause awkwardly. “Oh. Well then thanks. I'll see you `round later, `kay?”

 

“Alright, Goodbye Yoji.”

 

He waved back at her, trying to walk towards the elevator in as straight of a line as he possibly could. He eventually made his way down to Seven, and managed to get into the car without any further damage. Yoji set down the box down gently in the passenger seat, giving it a slight glare. “You've caused a lot of trouble, ya' know that?” He would have kicked the box earlier, but that may have caused damage to the items inside, which would have just pissed him off more. So he resolved to just drive home.

 

***

 

Aya was angry.

 

No. Angry couldn't quite describe anything Aya was doing at the moment. Aya was about as pissed as Ken had ever seen him, which was saying a lot.

 

Aya was currently inquiring, in a loud, pissed, interrogating, yelling voice, to Yoji's current whereabouts. He was currently talking at Omi, who had no idea, then moved his attack on Ken, who was currently trying to stop Omi from crying, and himself from hitting Aya. The verbal battle, or mayhap it was more of a massacre considering the amount of profane and unnecessary words he had used, ended when Aya got fed up, realized that all the two of them knew was that Yoji wasn't home, and yelled at them to call him only when the blonds whereabouts were found. He then proceeded to leave the house, slamming the front door behind him so hard that one of the pictures on the wall tilted. Omi then started crying in earnest, clinging onto Ken who felt helpless.

 

Omi was strong. He had seen the boy takeout a dozen armed guards with no weapon, only to later find out he'd been injured at the time. The boy could take a beating, but when it came down to someone he considered a friend talking to him in the way Aya had just spoken to both of them…Omi broke down. Aya could do that to a person.

 

“Omi. Hay Omi, it's okay. Aya's not mad at you, he's mad at Yoji, and Yoji's not here to be yelled at. It's not your fault Omi.” Ken hugged him tighter. He loved Omi, which meant Aya was going to die.

 

“K…Ken-kun…Aya-Aya-kunns…mad…mad at me and…an…n'…” Omi started sobbing again.

 

He picked Omi up and carried him to the couch. He sat down with Omi on his lap. “No he's not. When Yoji gets back, Aya will come and yell at him, because he's mad at Yoji, not you. Then Yoji will say sorry, and it'll be okay, I promise you Omi. It's okay, shhh…” He didn't do much else but hold Omi and think up many creative ways to hurt Aya and Yoji until first, Omi fell asleep, and then second, Yoji got home.