Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 5

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5



With Aya’s permission Omi walked into his room and closed the door behind him, leaning back against it.

“Aya, something’s bothering you. What’s going on?” Omi looked worried about him. Truth be told Aya was worried, too. He hadn’t even slept last night he’d been so upset.

He felt like he was going to self-destruct. His mind couldn’t quite wrap around what he’d done. Why had he gone to Yohji? And why did he feel so alone now?

“I think I might’ve had sex. But I’m not sure,” that bothered him more than anything. He didn’t know. It was un-chartered territory for him. And there was no way he could go to a bookstore or an adult store to find out. Too embarrassing

“What do you mean you’re not sure?” Omi asked, blushing.

“Well, I don’t know what men do, so I don’t know. I wanted to ask Yohji when I was on my break, but I couldn’t find my voice. My brain was too panicked, I think. I…how did you know when you’d had sex? Yohji said you and Ken have sex. So how did you know…”

“Yohji said WHAT! I’m going to kill him!” Aya could hear Omi’s knuckles cracking as the boy balled his hands up into fists.

“Nevermind. Okay, so, tell me what happened? I might be able to tell you what you need to know.”

“You’re not going to show me the way Yohji did, right? I…just, I think I can’t handle that right now, and you’re with Ken, and you’re like a little brother!” Aya ran his hands through his hair, wanting to rip it out.

“What did Yohji do to you?” Omi’s voice was dangerous right now. The boy was pissed. Had he said something wrong?

“Well, I asked him what a good hurt was. You remember how I saw him? Well, I needed to know why he does what he does. So I asked him, and then he put his tongue in my mouth. It was…different. Then he pushed me down and started touching me and had me touch him. But I think I hurt him, so he had me watch instead. I’m really confused.” Aya didn’t mind confiding in Omi. Omi was about the only person he could confide in, because the kid emotionally held the team together. Plus Omi couldn’t tell a lie to save his life, so Aya knew he could trust him to speak the truth.

“You didn’t have sex, Aya. Yohji made you make out with him, but that’s it. So you don’t have to worry. Its Yohji who has to worry! He took advantage of you!”

“What? No, he asked me if he could show me and I said yes. I didn’t know what ‘showing me’ was, but I somewhat understood what he meant afterward. Not really, but a little bit.”

“Aya, I know Yohji is usually a pretty good guy, but maybe its best if you try not to be alone with him.” Omi was shaking he was so mad.

“Why?” Aya didn’t get it. He wasn’t used to being out of the loop of much of anything. Hell, he was normally the first one to catch on to anything. But he felt like he was in Kindergarten talking to high school students.

“Where are you going, Omi?” Omi looked ready to murder someone.

“I’m going to beat the hell out of Yohji.” Omi said between clenched teeth.

“Why?”

“Because he took advantage of you!” Omi shouted.

“Oh. Can I come with you?”

“No! You stay in here. I want you to just relax and not worry about any of this. I’ll do my best to make a lasting impression so that pervert leaves you alone.”

“But I was the one that followed him around and asked him questions. Shouldn’t you be yelling at me?”

“No, because if you had genuinely wanted him then it wouldn’t be a problem, I’d leave it alone. But you’ve looked confused and hurt all day long.”

“I just…never realized how much I feel alone. That’s why it hurts.”

“And if you’d really wanted what he’d given you then you wouldn’t feel alone. You would feel loved! complete! Ever since Ken and I got together I’ve felt like a piece of me that was missing has been made whole. There’s a difference between sex and making love, and that’s the warmth. And you’re not the type of person to even make out without feeling that love. Otherwise you’d have done it a long time ago.” Omi walked over and patted his shoulder, trying to reassure him like he always did.

“Oh.” If Omi said so Aya supposed he believed it. The boy, sadly enough, had more experience with this sort of stuff than he did.

“Now, what do you want for supper?”

“Can we order Chinese?” Aya asked. He’d been craving it for a week now.

“Chinese it is,” Omi beamed at him before leaving the room.

Aya flopped down on the bed, a million things running through his head, but all ending with the same two questions:

Had he wanted what Yohji had given him? He wasn’t so sure he hadn’t. But maybe if Yohji had that warmth Omi was talking about then it would’ve been alright.

And what was sex if not what Yohji had done to him?

He shook his head, scrubbing a hand over his face. He winced at the sound of a slam and Yohji’s yelp. He could guess Omi had hit him with a frying pan again. Omi was too short to get any leverage for a good smack in the head, so he often used a frying pan.

He couldn’t hear everything Omi was screaming. The words rape, and a few others he heard clearly.

Guys don’t get raped. Its not possible. Even Aya knew that. I mean how would someone rape a guy? And really, if Yohji had used that much force trying to do anything to him Aya would’ve punched or strangled him. Yohji had said he didn’t like those two things, so Aya had taken a mental note to use it on him whenever Yohji pissed him off.

Still, even though Omi was angry, Aya still had some more questions for Yohji. He was worried about asking them, though.

Realizing he wasn’t going to be able to relax, Aya grabbed a book and went into the bathroom and started up a bath. It was about the only thing that could relax him right now.