Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

2


Yohji rotated his left arm for the fourth time as he walked around the shop. He was bored to tears. He walked toward Aya, who was putting together a beautiful arrangement of spring flowers.

“Heard you had a solo mission yesterday, how’d it go?” Yohji frowned when Aya wouldn’t look at him. And was the man blushing?

“It was a mission, and I wouldn’t have come back yet if it wasn’t finished,” Aya said simply.

“An embarrassing mission? You’re blushing, Aya,” Yohji poked. He’d been expecting Aya to take a swing at him. Instead the redhead shoved past him and moved to another work station.

“Okay, now I really have to know! What could have you blushing like a schoolgirl!” Yohji ducked to avoid the strike to the head.

“Oh come on! Did you have to wear a dress? I’ll bet you did! And make up too! Were they stiletto heels or just classic pointy toe?” Yohji nudged him with his elbow. Before it had just been curiosity, but now he was trying to bait the redhead and he had no idea why. Did he really want to be clobbered in front of everyone, even if it was just Omi and Ken wandering around. Rush hour was over, so the shop was dead.

“Don’t touch me!” Aya hissed, whirling on him. Yohji grinned as Aya glared at him. He sure as hell wasn’t bored anymore.

“Stop it! Both of you!” Omi shouted, startling him. The kid had a loud voice when he wanted to, and somehow managed to get a good authoritative sound when he decided enough was enough.

“Why are you pestering Aya, anyway? He took your mission last night because you were out doing god knows what,” Ken snickered, only to get shoved by Omi. Omi pointed to the flowers Ken had been working on, and the order was clear.

“Brat,” Ken sniped, walking back to his arrangement.

“You just wait, Ken! I’m going to give you all the morning shifts if you don’t quit adding fuel to the fire!” Omi warned.

“No, you just wait, until tonight that is.” Yohji nearly choked as Ken winked at Omi. When the hell had that happened? He supposed they fit together well, though.

It also explained why he always heard Ken in the hallway at night. Probably sneaking back and forth from Omi’s room.

“I can’t believe you never noticed, airhead,” Aya snorted at him, going back to work.

“Hey! Wait! Airhead? What the hell did I do to deserve that comment?” Yohji pouted, following Aya around like a puppy. He leaned on Aya’s shoulder to look at the work the man was doing.

“Personal space,” Aya reminded, shrugging him off. That was right, Aya had a boundary. No one was allowed to touch him unless they were dressing a wound, and even then he usually did it himself.

Yohji ignored him and leaned on him again. Aya exhaled a deep irritated breath.

“If you’re not going to work then get lost and let me do my work,” Aya shoved Yohji away. If Yohji didn’t know better Aya was blushing again.

“You’re so cute when you blush. Just wish I knew what you were blushing about,” Yohji wasn’t lying, either. He’d do anything to get that beautiful man to look like that for him. Yohji shook his head. Someone had gotten to Aya! Goddamn it! Some one other than me!

Yohji sighed and stepped back to give Aya his space. Omi was the only one who knew how Yohji felt about Aya. It wasn’t love. Or at least he didn’t think it was. He barely got a word out of the man half the time unless Aya was bitching at him.

You couldn’t fall in love with someone you didn’t really know anything about, could you? Yohji laughed inwardly at that thought. He might not know about Aya’s past, but he did know the man. They’d been through hell together!

Now if only Aya knew how much Yohji wanted to hold him maybe he might…stupid idea, like hell he would!

“Is there a problem?” Aya spat at him. Yohji supposed Aya would immediately assume he was laughing at him.

“No, I was just wondering what sort of skirt would’ve gotten your attention.”

“Skirt?” Aya looked clueless. Okay, so if it wasn’t a date that he was blushing over, what was it?

Yohji would have to think that one over. Well, just to make sure it wasn’t a date…

“Sorry, thought you were blushing over a date. Nevermind,” he forced himself to look into Aya’s eyes instead of trailing all over his body like he usually did. He wondered how the hell the redhead hadn’t felt like he was undressing him with how intensely he stared at him sometimes. Like after missions when Aya took off his coat and Yohji got a good look at that leather clad ass. That could make him groan just thinking about.

Aya snapped in front of his face suddenly. Yohji almost jumped with surprise.

“Do you have any wounds? You’re acting like you’re medicated,” Aya looked a bit concerned now, looking him over.

“I’m fine, I think I just didn’t get much sleep last night. My shoulders are aching. I probably should’ve taken something,” okay, now Aya was blushing again. What the hell is going on?

Yohji used Aya’s own trick against him, snapping in front of his face.

“You’re blushing again,” Yohji grinned when Aya turned his back to him.

“I’ve got a cold. The mission was outside in the rain. I still have a bit of a fever.” Yohji could see that. Aya’s solo missions were usually in some desolated spot waiting outside for the target to show up. Yohji, on the other hand, got all the fun missions.

He got to go to the sex bars, and clubs, and just about every other…wait, Ken had said Aya took one of his missions! Oh, this was hilarious! He just wished he could’ve been there to see Aya’s wide eyes as he was supposed to be pretending to fit in. The man had probably about had a heart attack at wherever he’d been.

“So, where did they really send you? My missions aren’t outdoors usually. Did you have to be a prostitute or something?” Damn, just the thought of Aya out on the street flirting with johns pissed him off! No one was allowed to touch Aya where he hadn’t touched!

“Does that make you angry? Were you looking forward to one of those disgusting places so much that you would be angry that I was forced to go in your place?”

“No, I’m angry about…you know what? Nevermind!” Yohji didn’t think he’d ever actually stormed off after a conversation with Aya. No, it was usually Aya that, very quietly, stormed off.

Yohji wanted to rip everything off the walls. Hell, he wanted to trash Aya’s bedroom so that the redhead would have to stay in his! He wanted to go through Aya’s clothes and burn anything that smelled of…

“What the hell is wrong with you, Yohji? He doesn’t get it. Don’t take it out on him because he’s clueless,” Omi chided, following him.

“I just…”

“You don’t want anyone touching what’s yours? Yeah, Ken is the same way. But the difference is that Ken and I do belong to each other. You don’t own Aya. Even though you care about him, you don’t have any claim on him. And you have to realize that Aya really has no clue about sex.” Omi lay a hand on his arm, giving him a sad smile. Yohji knew that if Omi could change things he would, it was all written in his eyes.

“I asked him once if he’d ever dated, he said no. I asked him why and he said he doesn’t like people. If he hasn’t even dated then he might not really know a thing. I mean his world went wrong at a time when he should’ve been learning those things. For you everything went to hell when you were a bit older, so you already knew almost everything you needed to.”

“What do you mean ‘almost’! I know…”

“You know how to have sex and seduce. You still have a lot to learn if you’re going to get Aya’s attention. I’ll bet you’ve never had to move slow for anyone before.” Okay, Omi had a point there, even with Asuka he’d slept with her early on. Yeah, sure, he’d loved her, but he hadn’t been her first, so it wasn’t like he had to transition her.

“You just think on that for a while.”

Yohji supposed he had a lot of thinking to do.




Author’s notes: Okay, here’s my chapter.