Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 3

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

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Aya hated this. Normally a mission like this was his favourite. He liked waiting outside for his target rather than in some room. This type of mission kept him challenged! Waiting indoors was annoying.

Problem wasn’t that it was pouring rain and freezing cold. The problem was that there were two targets and a huge chance of one of them running off if he killed the other.

So who had to be paired up with him? None other than the man he was trying to avoid like the plague.

Yohji had been like an excited puppy. “Hey, Aya! Its been a long time since it was just the two of us! This is awesome!” Yohji had even slung an arm around his shoulders.

Aya had elbowed him hard in the ribs and stormed off. Yohji had taken it personally, too. Yohji wasn’t stupid, even if he pretended to be sometimes. The man knew something was up. Aya had sped off, making Yohji take his own car.

Aya was shivering. The dampness was going right to his bones. He’d sent Yohji off to the other end of the park so that they could just see each other enough for Aya to be able to give him the signal.

Aya watched the targets come into view, talking like old friends when Aya knew it was really a business deal.

Aya motioned to Yohji with his shaking right hand before he lunged at the man closest to him. He had no idea what the men had done wrong. He’d been too lost in thought while Persia had explained. Hell, he’d barely caught the mens’ faces and the location. Sloppy. He knew better.
Nothing interrupted the mission, not even…why the hell had Yohji chosen that club to be at, damnit! Why couldn’t he be at any number of similar clubs? Then Aya wouldn’t have to struggle to get that beautiful image out of his head.

“Aya, shit! Tell me that shirt underneath isn’t sleeveless! It is, isn’t it! I can tell!” Aya just stared as the blonde started running his hands up and down his arms to try to warm him up while they walked back to the cars.

“Your lips are going blue, you stubborn ass. Was avoiding me worth it?” Aya didn’t know what to say to that. Denying that he was avoiding him was stupid. An insult to both of them.

“You’re distracting,” Aya admitted, but he knew that Yohji would take it as about a million other things. Definitely not the reason Aya was thinking of. He was glad Yohji couldn’t see his eyes, see what he was thinking about.

“Distractions are good things, Aya. It can’t all be about the mission. If you don’t at least try to enjoy something else you’re going to go crazy. And I’m talking rabid squirrel with a hand grenade crazy.” Aya had to force himself not to laugh at that analogy. But he couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that slipped out. Yohji probably didn’t hear it anyway over the lightning storm.

Aya wanted to protest as he was ushered into Yohji’s car. He supposed it made more sense than him trying to drive when he was shaking so badly.

“Hey, Omi, can you call someone to tow Aya’s car back to the garage? Thanks.” Aya hadn’t even heard Yohji pull out his phone.

“I’d give you my coat, but its soaked, too. I’m just glad I wore a few layers beneath. And yeah, I dressed for the weather because I knew you’d have a fit if I sneezed or something and alerted the target. If you hadn’t been avoiding me you’d be halfways warm right now.” Aya tried to tune him out as much as possible, but it was hard right now. He was just glad when Yohji turned on the heat.

“Let’s talk, Aya.” God, he was in hell! Aya rested his forehead against the window, wishing he was back out in the cold so that Yohji wouldn’t be able to ask him anything about what he saw.

“I know whatever you saw disturbed you. Hell, I’d expect it to with your limited knowledge of…well, you know what I mean?” Aya had no idea what he meant other than the fact that Yohji liked feeling pain even more than he did. But for Yohji it was different. Aya hurt himself to remind himself he was alive. Yohji did it for pleasure, right? He wanted to ask him but didn’t dare.

“Aya? You know what I’m talking about, right? You still with me?” Aya wondered why he hadn’t thought about that. Maybe if he’d pretended he’d fallen asleep or something…but then Yohji would’ve thought he’d passed out from hypothermia or something stupid. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck in the hospital.

“I don’t know which club you went to, but I’m guessing it wasn’t dancing, Aya. Even a prude like you wouldn’t get all blushy and avoidy over dancing. What I’m saying is that I know you must think I’m sick for enjoying sex bars and the like. Its just a release, Aya, and everyone needs one. What do you do for release?”

Aya couldn’t think of anything that he did for a release. He practiced with his sword, but that didn’t feel like a release, if anything it built the tension up because he scrutinized every detail. Reading was a passtime he enjoyed, but it wasn’t exactly a release, it just helped shut his mind down a bit so he could think about anything but what had happened to his sister. He would like working with the flowers if it weren’t for those spastic girls. Maybe it was talking to Aya-Chan even though she was in a coma. He liked to think she could hear him.

“It shouldn’t take you that long to think of what you do with your free time. It doesn’t have to be anything complicated. Ken plays soccer, Omi plays computer games, I…well, I do lots of things, plenty I’m sure you don’t want to know about.”

“Why do you…why with strangers?” Aya wanted to smack himself for even asking. Maybe if he’d pretended he wasn’t paying attention…but there really was no pretending that right now.

“Because other than the team we virtually have to be strangers to everyone. Besides, it doesn’t matter when a stranger judges you, because they’re just a face in the crowd. What about you, Aya? Have you ever tried it?” Yohji was looking pointedly at him in the mirror.

“N..no,” his teeth were chattering, it was hard to get the word out. Or at least that’s part of what he tried to blame it on. He knew the bare minimum of what ‘it’ entailed. Really all he knew was that point A went into point B, but what he’d seen at the club hadn’t anything to do with that, so he was confused when he thought about Yohji getting off like that.

“Sex isn’t a bad thing, Aya. Hell, Omi and Ken are probably doing it right now,” Yohji was joking, right? He knew Omi and Ken loved each other. But how did two guys…

“Aya, you said you knew about their relationship! So why do you look so shocked? Did you think all they did was give each other cute looks all the time?”

“I…yes?” he felt like he was being scolded for something. Normally he would’ve been more on his guard, but hell, he hadn’t really been on his guard since he’d seen Yohji at the club. He’d been spending all his time trying to avoid the blonde instead of thinking of what to do if Yohji cornered him in a place where he couldn’t hit him.

“You just need the right person to show you, that’s all. But you’re never going to find that person if you close yourself off all the time. I get that you like your space, okay? But you keep everyone at an arms length and try to make everyone not care. Hell, you spend more time snapping at people than anything. No one who isn’t a part of this team knows you, not really. Now I admit that I’m not the best at reading you sometimes, but Omi knows when you’re upset.”

“You’d better not be suggesting…”

“With Omi! Eew! No! No! Hell no!” Yohji made a comical gagging noise that Aya chuckled at.

“Did you just laugh?” Yohji was grinning from ear to ear. Why the hell had his laughter made Yohji look so happy.

“What I was going to say was that sometimes Omi knows when I’ve gone too far and upset you more than the norm and he tells me so that I can come and apologise. My point was that whether you like it or not we care about you. So next time you have questions about…anything to do with that, you can come to me, okay?”

“Anything to do with you caring?” Aya asked, confused.

“About sex!” Yohji all but screamed at him. Aya blushed bright red and looked down at his hands.



Author’s notes: Kay, so, here’s what happened, my partner had a problem at home that interfered with her doing her chapter today, so I stole it. X3

We haven’t decided which one of us is writing tomorrow. I want it to be her, so that we’re still switching back and forth, instead of it going back to me just because I stole hers.

You may or may not be able to tell by reading tomorrow’s