Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Lush ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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`I…I hope you like it Aya-kun.'

The soft, tentative tone of Omi's voice almost broke Aya's heart. That after all this time, he still treated him like someone to be feared when it came to asking for approval. Had he been THAT much of a cold bastard?

`Its perfect, thank you,' Aya ruffled Omi's hair. Omi's blue eyes took on their familiar sparkle and his smile almost reached his ears.

`I'll go see if Ken is ready,' he bounded out of the living room. It had been decided a week ago by everyone, i.e. Ken and Omi that they needed to take Aya out on his birthday. To start celebrating it again, and not just treat it like any other day like he had been doing when his sister had been in a coma. Aya had flinched at the idea and immediately reverted back into `stern ice prince' mode. He had finally relented, but old habits die hard and he was beginning to feel a little queasy at the thought. At least he had made Omi and Ken promise that there was to be no singing of a birthday song or even a birthday cake. He knew they wouldn't break that promise. It was probably helped by the fact that he had been holding his katana at the time when he, ahem, `asked' them not to.

Aya looked down at his lap at Omi's gift. He hadn't been lying when he said it was perfect. It was a sharpening stone for his katana along with a polishing cloth that looked like silk but had a much tougher feel to it. Both items nestled side by side in a bed of crushed purple velvet. But it was the box that the items came in which was impressive. Made completely of jade, its intricate carvings testified to the skill of the person who had made it. It was obviously an antique, not something that could be easily bought out of a high street store.

`No wonder Ken loves Omi so much,' Aya thought closing the box, `what's there not to love?'

It was only then he realized the overwhelming silence in the room. Aya looked up at Yohji who was sitting directly across from him; his green eyes seemingly focused on the spot just above Aya's head. Aya hesitated to break that silence, unsure of what he wanted to say, a rare occurrence for him.

`What you thinking about Yohji?' Aya asked, his voice its usual deep monotone. Yohji shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. He gave Aya a disarming grin.

`Nothing really Aya, just….stuff. Why?' he answered. Aya gave him a shrug in return. Yohji looked down at his watch.

`Shit! Is that the time? Better go and change,' he leapt to his feet with as much ease as his lanky body would allow. `Coming?'

Aya shook his head.

`I'm already dressed,' it wasn't a statement, more a fact. Aya was always well prepared beforehand, whether it was a mission, or something as small as going out to dinner.

Yohji gave Aya a quick up and down glance, his verdant eyes taking in what he had already been staring at for the better part of the last hour. Aya sitting at the edge of the sofa, so as not to rumple his perfectly ironed indigo silk shirt, which had been a present from his sister via an online store. He matched it with a pair of smart black trousers that were more than just fitting, something Yohji was SURE Aya didn't mean intentionally. His Shiraz colored hair was impeccably neat and well combed and when Aya put up a hand to brush away a stray lock of hair, Yohji noticed a platinum and diamond man's bangle dangling from his delicate wrist.

`You look….nice. Very…Aya.'

`What the fuck is that suppose to mean?' Aya said dangerous tone. Yohji took a step back.

`What I meant was very understated, classic. Jeez Aya cant you take a compliment?' Yohji crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Aya let loose a sigh.

`Sorry Yohji,' he said and it sounded like he meant it. Yohji's usual smirk came back and he leaned in closer to Aya. For a moment his sensitive nose took in the scent of Aya's cologne. Spicy, woody and with a topnote of citrus. It took all of Yohji's will power not to jump him there and then. In his mind he took a deep breath to calm his raging libido and spoke.

`Its ok. Ano, Aya…' puzzled amethyst eyes met his, `is there anything in particular you'd like me to wear?'

Those amethyst eyes blinked and looked even more puzzled.

`Have you lost your mind Yohji?' Aya said bluntly, `since when do you come to me for fashion advice?'

`Well it IS your birthday, and,' Yohji stood up to leave, `you often say you dislike some of my outfits, so I don't want to wear anything that might inadvertently antagonize you.'

Yohji's tone suddenly lowered and became serious.

`And off the record Aya, your opinion matters to me…a lot.'

Aya couldn't believe what he was hearing, but one look at Yohji's expression told him that his comrade meant every word.

`Well..' Aya began tentatively, `nothing to tight, high cut or flashy…'

Yohji gave a deep chuckle.

`Well that rules out 75 percent of my wardrobe, getting dressed shouldn't take long..'

`And something green…'

Aya's quiet interruption stopped Yohji in his tracks. Yohji couldn't believe his ears. He would have given anything to see Aya's expression at that time, but Aya was intent on staring at the box in his lap. Yohji exhaled softly.

`Green it is Aya,' and with those words he left his leader to go and get changed.

`What the hell did I say that for?' Aya inwardly fumed, `I couldn't give a shit what Yohji wears! He could dress up in a purple suit with yellow spots for all I care!'

Yet the words had come out before he could stop them, and now he was going to have to live with the consequences. He inwardly flinched anticipating the teasing he was going to get from Yohji later. Aya was about to run a hand through his hair but stopped himself, not wanting to mess it up and stood up. It was only when he grabbed his car keys that it hit him.

Yohji was the only one who hadn't given him anything.

The thought hurt him more than he expected it would. His expression hardened, he didn't give a FUCK if Yohji gave him something or not and he would not let it get to him. Setting his jaw in a grim line, he gave a yell up the stairs.

`Reservations are at 8, and I will VERY ticked off if were late!'

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Dinner was….nice, for lack of a better word. Uneventful would have also fit. To his surprise, Aya found himself enjoying it. He had picked one of his favorite restaurants, run by a foreigner who had a flare for unusual combinations of food that, amazingly enough, turned out great. It wasn't an Aya kind of place actually, but it had been his sister that brought him here and it was here he came whenever he felt happy or sad.

Aya took a sip of his wine and then sliced a perfect bite size piece out of his medium rare steak and put it in his mouth. As he chewed he noticed Yohji looking at him again, although acting like he wasn't. Inwardly Aya frowned, he was sure there was nothing that Aya had that was worth looking at more than twice.

`What is that jackass thinking?' Aya thought as he scooped up a forkful of polenta. He was still waiting for a snappy comeback from Yohji in retaliation for his `wear something green' comment, but it never came. And true to his word Yohji did wear green, in the form of a fancy long sleeved green silk shirt.

`Damn, I wonder if he knows how sexy he is,' Yohji thought admiringly watching Aya out of the corner of his eye, all the while lifting forkfuls of his penne nicoise to his mouth. He was mildly surprised at how good the food was. `Mildly' because he would have hardly pegged Aya as the sort of guy to pick bad restaurants.

`More water?' a mellow female voice asked him. Yohji looked up and

straight into the gold-brown eyes of their waitress. Not only did the restaurant specialize in unusual food; they also picked a staff that could best be described as having an aesthetic twist to their looks. Not to say they weren't good looking. Michelle, their waitress was very, very pretty, with her wide amber eyes and dark brown hair in a modern, funky crop. Dressed in a black tube top with a cropped black jacket over it along with a black and white check miniskirt, which seemed to be the general uniform of the restaurant, she looked the epitome of understated chic.

`Yes please,' Yohji answered, resisting the urge to shoot her a flirtatious smile. His body, out of habit kept wanting to, but Yohji didn't want to ruin his chances this early in the game with Aya by falling into the stereotype of the playboy that Aya thought Yohji was. It was a good thing to as Aya did notice it. To be honest he always became a little bit more observant when a beautiful woman hovered around Yohji.

`That's odd,' he thought to himself biting on his fork, `that was a blatant opening and Yohji didn't take advantage.'

A faint feeling of concern flickered through him but he squashed it with a vigorous internal shake of his head.

`Like I care…'