Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Lush ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Title: Lush

Pairing: YohjixAya

Warnings: Yaoi, lemon, m/m relationships

Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kreuz etc. etc.. Lyrics used are also copyrighted to their respective owners. Lush and names of Lush products are also copyrighted to their respective company (whoever that may be). Only the story idea belongs to me.

Author's note: Although it may seem like it, this is NOT an advertisment for Lush. I don't work for them or infact associated with them in anyway, although I DO love their products ^_^. The idea for this fic just popped in my head while I was contemplating their massage bars. So sue me, I take Econs at Uni, I needed something to take my mind of Keynesian Money Demand. Reviews will be VERY appreciated, flames will be… I don't know sent to the flame pound to be put down I suppose ^_^ and any help on the topic of Money Demand would be nice as well ^_~…. just joking. Take care and enjoy

Prologue

sora bakari mite-ita

itsu kara kou shite

ano kumo no mashita e omoi wo tobashite

Yohji sang the words softly under his breath, all the while nursing the burning cigarette between his fingers. He was on a break from his duties at the flower shop and decided to have a fag in the alley behind it. The song was Kirei na Kanjou (Beautiful Feelings) sung by Arai Akino. It was one of his favorites actually. He had fallen for her husky, whispering voice almost instantly. And although as a rule he didn't like to sing, he always found himself singing it whenever he was deep in thought.

Yohji had no illusions about himself, whether it came to looks or ability. That was what probably caused so many women to be drawn to him, the fact that he had no pretenses. He was handsome, sure. Tall and slender, with wiry, wavy sun-streaked dark blond hair that fell just above his shoulders that went well with his good looks. But his best feature had to be his eyes. Forest/ emerald green in color and always twinkling with mischief.

However he was by no stretch of the imagination a natural knockout. He had to work to make himself noticed, not blessed with Omi's cuteness, Ken's easy-to-like nature or Aya's ethereal beauty.

Aya..

Yohji closed his eyes as the mention of Weiss's leader brought forth a kaleidoscope of images in his head. Aya with his red hair, the color of wine and amethyst eyes. Aya, with his katana in one hand soaked in blood, those eyes like purple ice chips. Aya, smiling as he saw his sister graduate from high school. As the fragments of all those images swirled around in Yohji's head, it just brought forth the realization that he had tried to deny to himself, over and over again.

The realization that he loved Aya.

That he truly loved Aya.

If any of his past flings knew that, they would have laughed themselves sick. That the great playboy, Yohji Kudou whose black book resembled the local phone book, was hopelessly in love with one of the most disagreeable people this side of the solar system.

It didn't deter him however, if anything it just made his reserve stronger. Yohji loved a challenge. But inside he knew this meant more to him that just pride, Aya meant more to him than anything. A fact he was sure Aya didn't reciprocate.

Yohji blew out smoke rings as he pondered over his newly discovered feelings. Sure he had lusted over Aya as soon as he saw him, but it was impossible not to. Aya was, for lack of a better word, beautiful. Just a fraction shorter than Yohji, but slightly better built. His features were perfect, his profile looked as if it was carved out of marble by some master sculptor. His unusual coloring just served to make him look even more beautiful. He was also blessed with wonderfully sexy voice that was deep, rough and had the power to make you melt if used properly. A voice that could surely do more justice to Yohji's favorite song than his raspy tenor ever could. And Aya wondered why the girls at the shop kept coming back although he kept shouting at them to leave.

`It's not fair dammit,' Yohji mumbled to himself as he took another drag. Not fair that something that gorgeous was, at the best of times, cold as ice. And he, Yohji wanted him badly.

But lust wasn't love. Although, Yohji admitted to himself as his lips curved into a familiar smirk, there was nothing wrong with a little lustful fantasizing. Yohji's forehead furrowed in concentration as he tried to remember a particularly graphic wet dream he had one night that included him, Aya and chocolate sauce. Yohji felt his body tingle at the idea.

`Oh yes,' he whispered to himself as he thought of Aya lying sprawled on his bed. He bit his lip and….

`YOHJI! YOUR BREAK IS OVER! SO STUB OUT THAT FAG AND GET YOUR LAZY ASS IN HERE!!!!'

Yohji's eyes snapped open.

`God dammit Ken,' he swore, `just you wait. One day I'll break it up when you and Omi are snuggling..'

Grumbling to himself, he stubbed out his cigarette on the brick wall behind him. But as he took a deep breath, he realized he wasn't really that mad at Ken. He was angrier with himself for not having the guts to tell Aya how he felt. But Yohji could never deal with rejection well, it hurt when it came from a person he barely knew, so how was it going to feel coming from a person he loved with all his heart?

He groaned in frustration and ran a hand through his hair.

`Aya..' he sighed.

`What Yohji?'

Yohji's eyes snapped open as he heard Aya's deep baritone. There he was, Yohji's fantasy, standing two feet away from him holding a black garbage bag that was full of flower clippings and leaves. Aya cocked one perfect eyebrow.

`What is it you want with me Yohji?' Aya asked again, hefting the heavy bag over his shoulder and into the nearby Dumpster with surprising ease.

`I want to bend you over the kitchen table and screw you till you come calling my name,' Yohji thought to himself, `I want you to love me as much as I love you..'

As these thoughts raced through his head, a plan formulated right along with them. Yohji smiled inwardly. This was a good time as any to begin Operation: Seduce Aya.

`I was just thinking about you,' Yohji said smoothly coming up to Aya. Aya's violet eyes instantly looked apprehensive.

`Really?' he said, a warning tone clear in his voice.

`I was just thinking,' Yohji placed a hand on his shoulder, `if you could possibly take over my morning shift this Saturday. I usually persuade Omi, but the poor bishonen has a test this week and needs time to study.'

Aya let go a breath he had been holding. His eyes instantly narrowed.

`The day hell freezes over Yohji,' Aya snapped, `I will not encourage your unhealthy lifestyle.'

Yohji gave Aya an unusual smile.

`Oh well,' Yohji said softly shrugging his shoulders and disappeared into the shop via the back door.

Phase one: complete.