Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Life Is A Highway (Where's The Nearest Exit?) ❯ Drop It Like It's Dead ( Chapter 2 )

DISCLAIMER: this is fan fiction. Please know what you're getting into.

 

 

When he finally got to the Koneko, Yohji was already out of whatever happy mood he was in earlier. Aya, always Aya in the back of his mind, reprimanding him. The hatred inside him was so thick he could choke on it. Wasn't it Aya who always stopped him from smoking? And wasn't it Aya who gave him black looks whenever he came home drunk? And again wasn't it Aya who berated him whenever he tried to relax, who looked down on him, thought little of him as an assassin? Wasn't Aya always so disinterested whenever he's with some girlfriend or other, as if he couldn't even be bothered to care? And wasn't Aya just so… so… er… Yohji scowled and turned off the engine. Aya was just so… Aya. There really wasn't anything else that the redheaded spitfire can be but himself, and Yohji hated him for it. Well, not usually, but right now he did. As he entered the building, he suddenly remembered what was suffocating him and made him drive off in the first place- his impending shift with said person.

 

And there it was: something red, angry and sexually frustrated. And don't forget, brimming with self-righteous indignation. If Aya wasn't Aya, then he would've been shaking with unspeakable rage right now. Only, he stood stock still and, yes, looking severely displeased that he wouldn't hesitate from using irony. Poor me, Yohji thought.

 

He went into the shop against all his better judgment and he did so as cheekily as he could because he was, after all, Yohji “devil may care” Kudou. This earned him more ire from Aya “I am the fucking devil” Fujimiya. Yohji smiled, all sweet and winsome that it couldn't help but make Aya's frown, all ire and displeasure, deepen.

 

“Don't even bother, Kudou, shift already ended thirty minutes ago.” Aya said with a voice so emotionless it betrayed just how angry he was. Ignoring the man at the counter, Yohji went ahead and donned his black apron, walking over to the broom closet as he tied the strings behind his back. “Yeah, if it's ended, then why are you still here? Honestly Aya, you can't lie for shit and a half.” He heard the “hn”, and smiled inwardly. He's still getting through to Aya, at least. That'd be a nice epitaph for him “Kudou Yohji: Lord of Sex and Garrote-sorely missed. He got through to Aya at least (if only he remembered that swords tend to get through people as well)”. Taking the broom and pretending to clean the floor, or at least shuffle the dirt from one place to the next*, Yohji waited for the inevitable verbal death spar.

 

When the inevitable failed to happen (Yohji almost gasped at this), he risked a glance towards the counter. Yep, Aya was still there, brewing in his own self-righteous indignant world full of all the possible ways of killing a certain co-worker, giving the cash register a glare that it didn't really deserve. Yohji ventured a sentence, which, if asked, would have preferred to have never left Yohji's mind and vocal chords.

 

“Y'know, Aya~n, maybe if you took out that stick up your ass then maybe you wouldn't be such a stiff? Probably be human, just a little, maybe even get laid.” He added a chuckle, who was mortified to find itself aimed at Aya.

 

“Kudou…” It was a warning. Yohji liked warnings. He liked seeing them flash brightly before he hits the danger button, they're so amusingly useless.

 

“Or maybe you enjoy having a stick up your ass…”

 

“I'm warning you…”

 

“…because it's the closest thing to human contact you can get.”

 

Yohji was genuinely surprised when Aya slammed a fist on the counter. He probably made a first in history or something. If the scowl on Aya's face was going to get any deeper it might probably hit a bone already.

 

“You have a death wish Kudou?”

 

“Ye-eah I probably do, living under the same roof as you. If you got any scarier my social life is really gonna die.”

 

Now, Aya was indignant. How dare this poor excuse for a man, to come to his shift hours late, insist on wasting the remaining hour of Aya's shift by being there, and to have the gall to insult Aya, when there was clearly no provocation! There really was nothing for it; Aya will have to talk back to the cretin.

 

“What the fuck is your problem Kudou?”

 

Yohji shrugged, then shifted all his attention to pretending to sweep, suddenly dropping the conversation, further confounding Aya.

 

“I asked you a question.”

 

“Not the boss of me, Aya~n.” Yohji replied, in sing song voice as he turned his back on Aya, pretending to be sweeping something behind him. He really didn't get all this sudden display of undecipherable annoyance from the older man, who was now stretching his body with apparent enjoyment.

 

“You'll very well answer it Kudou or I'll…”

 

“Yeah yeah, you know what, this is boring me. So I'll just have a much needed cigarette break while you sit here far away from me.”

 

And with that, the older man walked out of the store, long legs carrying him fast away from the vicinity of Aya who, much to his disgust, after flipping the store sign to closed, locking the door and taking off his apron, followed the general direction of Yohji.

 

*He's really not a slob as everyone else claims, but appearances must be kept.