Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Lush ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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`If I EVER get the number of the truck that ran me over….'

To say that Aya had a headache would have been an understatement. To him it felt as if the world's loudest samba band had showed up in town and decided to use his head as a venue. And they were WAY off key.

Fumbling for the clock that he kept on his bedside table, he pulled it towards him. It took all his willpower to lift open one eyebrow and glance at the time.

'11 o'clock!! Fuck!' Aya had never gotten up later than 9 in his entire Weiss life. In fact he was the notorious insomniac among them.

`Damn Yohji and his decadent ways! Damn Yohji and his flavored vodka!' Aya mumbled angrily to himself, `damn Yohji and those persuasive green eyes of his! While I'm at it, just….damn Yohji!'

But he couldn't deny that a part of him had enjoyed it. It had felt so….normal, when compared to how his life had been up till then. He had enjoyed the close camaraderie, the easiness of Yohji's company. More than that, he had enjoyed those sudden sensual touches that made his body hum and ache with a feeling he didn't know he missed.

It was this kind of brutal honesty that made Aya such a good leader, as it didn't stop at his teammates but extended towards himself as well.

However that didn't mean he couldn't feel royally pissed off at Yohji for suckering him like that.

Getting up slowly so as not to jar his aching head, Aya reached for the chair that was near his bed and used it to help him get to his feet. Although all the members of Weiss's bedrooms were ensuite, all the towels were kept in the pine cupboard in the hall.

As he opened the door, Aya felt his foot touch something cool. Looking down he saw the object in question was a metal tumbler. Picking it up, he saw it had a yellow post-it with the words `DRINK ME' written on it, stuck to the side. Wondering if he was still was dreaming some sort of warped `Alice in Wonderland' dream, Aya rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. He breathed easier as he recognized Yohji's sprawling scrawl that always reminded him of an inebriated spider who had just found an inkpot.

Unscrewing the top Aya peered inside and immediately wrinkled his nose at the ominous red-brown sludgy liquid contained in it. It looked like sewer water and smelled worse.

`He must be insane if he thinks I am going to drink this,' Aya thought stubbornly. But that in itself made him curious. Yohji wouldn't do something like this unless he had good reason to.

`Well, I already feel at death's door, what else do I have to lose?' Taking a deep breath, he brought the tumbler up to his lips and took a large swallow….and almost keeled over.

`Engh!! What the f…!!' Aya's eyes snapped open. His headache… it was gone. He looked at the stuff in the tumbler with new respect.

`What the hell is in this stuff?' He then immediately shook his head. `I don't want to know.'

Well at least now he knew how Yohji managed to party all night and still be up in time to go to work at the shop.

Taking one more swallow for good

luck, Aya grabbed a fluffy, mint green towel and made his way to his bathroom. On the way his gaze fell on Yohji's gift, sitting on the desk. Without realizing it, his normally stoic expression softened. It never ceased to amaze him, Yohji's eclectic personality. Once you thought you had figured him out, he would turn around and upend that notion right on its head. Yesterday night had been no different; he was probably the first person in a long time that made Aya feel…wanted, in a good way.

`Yohji….' The thought flickered across his mind before he could stop it.

Shifting through the remaining contents in the basket, Aya picked up the first bottle that had the word `shampoo' on it. It was bright yellow and the chunky type across it said `Antiphilitron'. Frowning at strange name, he flipped the top open and took a tentative sniff. It smelt… nice, lemony. Grabbing that as well as the items that Yohji had left near the bed, he strode into the shower intent on washing away any traces of last night's indulgence.

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The first thing that greeted Aya as he came down the stairs, was the smell of cooking. He entered the kitchen to find Omi with his back to him, frying up something in the big wok they owned. Among all of them Omi had turned out to be the best cook; followed by Aya and then Yohji. Ken they didn't let near the kitchen unless absolutely necessary. His cooking always ended up either burned or raw, never a happy medium.

`What are you cooking Omi?' Aya asked getting a Summer Fruit Oasis out of the fridge.

`Szechwan fried rice. I got the recipe off the net,' Omi answered, his tanned skin covered in a thin film of sweat as a result of standing to close to the stove. Aya noted a couple of duffel bags sitting by the door.

`Are you going somewhere this weekend?' Aya asked puzzled. Omi turned around and nodded.

`Ken and I have been planning this weekend for weeks. We told you Aya-kun,' Omi was faintly worried now, his cerulean eyes apprehensive that Aya was suddenly going to tell him that they couldn't go.

But he needn't have worried as Aya nodded his head; he did remember Omi telling him. Omi breathed a sigh of relief and switched off the gas.

`Is lunch ready? I'm starved!' noisy footsteps hailed Yohji's arrival from the flower shop below. Aya winced slightly, for an assassin, Yohji sure was noisy at times. Yohji poked his blond head around the corner and sniffed the air appreciatively. As he spied Aya leaning against the fridge, his face took on a wolfish grin as he noted Aya's damp hair.

`Just got up Aya? So unlike you..' he smirked as he entered the kitchen and leaned against the table.

`Temee….' Aya hissed under his breath so Omi couldn't hear. Omi however was more preoccupied with packing away some of the rice into a blue plastic container.

`Lunch is ready, but you guys will have to serve yourselves. Ken wants to get there early, so we will most likely picnic on the way.'

`Ready to go Omi?' Ken called from the door, hands already on the duffel bags. His hair was rumpled from the quick change out of work clothes and his eyes were sparkling in anticipation of the weekend getaway. Omi nodded and took off his apron and dropped the container into a wicker basket.

`See you tomorrow Aya-kun, Yohji-kun. Aya-kun, make sure Yohji-kun doesn't make a fool of himself this weekend.'

`I'll get you for that Omi…' Yohji growled. But his threat fell on deaf ears as the happy couple departed, slamming the door behind them. Aya got out two plates, handed one to Yohji and proceeded to scoop some rice out of the wok. Yohji followed suit.

It was only when they were both sitting down eating that Yohji became aware of the uncomfortable silence hanging in the air. Sure Aya was always quiet, but he didn't even look at Yohji, he just stared at his plate.

Yohji frowned, he couldn't be mad at him for last night could he? As far as he could remember, he didn't do anything TO offensive. Well,

nothing ventured, nothing gained. Yohji took a deep breath and spoke.

`Aya, is anything wrong?'

Yohji saw Aya's grip on his fork tighten. When Aya looked up, Yohji didn't know what to expect. However he certainly didn't expect the blank stare that greeted him.

`Nothing's wrong,' Aya said flatly. `Yohji….about last night. I don't want you to think I'm ungrateful, but although I liked last night, I would appreciate it more if it didn't happen again.'

Aya looked away, unable to face those confused verdant eyes.

`Thank you for your gift, it will come in useful,' he said it with an air of finality. But Yohji wasn't going to let it go.

`Why?' Yohji asked in a quiet voice that Aya had never heard before. Aya looked up in surprise.

`Yohji?'

`Why do you keep denying yourself Aya. You shy away from every single pleasurable aspect of life, why?'

`Because I am a killer Yohji,' Aya snapped back, angry and unsure at where Yohji's questions were going.

`You deserve a lot more Aya. You deserve more than I could ever give you, more than the world has to offer,' this time it was Yohji's turn to look away. He didn't know why he suddenly got so serious, it wasn't like him. All he knew was it made his heart ache to see the person he loved the most in the world so hard on himself.

`Yohji,' Aya repeated and before he could stop himself, he put up a hand to Yohji's face and brushed back one honey gold lock of hair. Aya's briefest touch made Yohji dizzy.

`What Aya?' he asked his tone more casual looking at Aya through downcast lashes.

`I….' Yohji saw Aya's body stiffen. `Manx…'

Sure enough, there was Manx at their kitchen door holding a folder and a tape.

`Manx,' Yohji growled under his breath. Curse her fucking cotton socks.

`We have a…' she started.

`We know, we know. Just go set it up Manx baby and we'll be there in a sec,' Yohji waved her words aside. Her lips tightened slightly in response and made her way to the den. Aya rose and deposited his plate in the sink intent on following her.

`Aya…' Yohji's voice made him stop, `what is it you wanted to say to me?'

Aya turned around to face him, but Yohji saw that it was a lost cause. He was in full `leader' mode and any emotion that had been there before was gone.

`Nothing,' he said shortly, spun on his heel and left.

Damn, damn damn!!!