Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 8
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By: Joybug 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 264 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 264 | Status: Completed
8
Yohji couldn’t believe Aya’d ditched him last night. Bullshit that Omi had sent him to bed by himself. Like Aya would listen if Omi had given him an order! Besides, Omi couldn’t lie to save his life. He could hide things, but he couldn’t lie.
Yohji had set his alarm early. He’d never seen Aya in the morning at home. The closest he’d come was the two of them having an all night stake-out. He’d be damned if he didn’t get to corner the bastard before everyone else was awake.
Once Yohji was showered and had his teeth brushed he headed downstairs. He could smell Aya’s cooking.
He smiled as he looked at Aya, who was wearing blue sleep clothes. His hair was a bit rumpled, but not horribly so.
Yohji walked up to Aya and wrapped his arms around his waist, depositing a kiss on the side of his neck.
“Go back to bed, Sloth!” Aya barked, shoving him off and glaring at him.
“Aya, I woke up just to spend some time with you,” Yohji backed up a bit when Aya pointed the metal spatula at him.
“There’s an unspoken rule in the morning that no one talks to Aya until he’s had his tea. But you wouldn’t know that because you sleep in.” Omi said, shaking his head at Yohji for breaking the calm morning.
“Sorry, Aya!” Yohji held his hands up harmlessly. Aya whipped back around to the eggs he was cooking. Who would’ve thought that Aya wasn’t a morning person.
The toast popped up and Yohji practically made a dash for it to try to help. Aya slapped his hands before he could grab it.
“Get out!” Aya pointed to where Omi and Ken were sitting. Omi and Ken were eating already.
Yohji grumbled under his breath at having been slapped for trying to help, but walked over and sat down anyway.
“touching anything Aya;s making before its done is a stupid thing to do at supper, but at breakfast you’re lucky you didn’t get thrown across the room like Ken did that one time,” Omi pointed to a crack in the wall. So that’s how that got there! Yohji had wondered about it before, but had let it slide.
“Yeah, and I thought it would be nice one morning to wake up before Aya and start cooking. He grabbed the pan out of my hands and threw it outside, pan and all.”
“Don’t talk about me!” Aya all but screamed at them as he slammed a plate down in front of Yohji so hard he was surprised it hadn’t broken.
“Sorry, you miserable shit!” Yohji growled back. Aya backhanded him so hard that he and his chair hit the floor. He lay there for a moment, dazed. Where the hell did Aya get that sort of energy in the morning?
“You okay?” Omi asked, kneeling down beside him and helping him sit up.
“Temperamental fucker!” Yohji screamed when he got to his feet. He knew he was being childish and just making things worse, but Aya was being childish, too!
Aya slammed the pan down onto the stove. Yohji felt a little bad, because Aya had been about to finally dish his own food out. But he knew for a fact he hadn’t deserved to be hit like that.
“Your on your own now. We won’t even help you get up once Aya’s done with you,” Ken snorted. He and Omi took their breakfast and vacated the room, leaving the two of them alone.
“Aya, get your food, we can fight after.” Yohji meant it, too. When he looked at Aya he could see how worn out the man was, and what was worse, Aya’s eyes were red rimmed like he’d been crying all night.
Aya ignored that request and came at him full on, punching and kicking as hard as he would at a target. He’s not fucking around! Yohji was barely able to keep up with each hit, struggling to block and dodge the pissed off redhead.
“You ditched me last nigh, Aya. Let’s call it even,” Yohji suggested. He’d waited for two hours for Aya to come back before resigning himself to the fact that he’d been ditched.
“I don’t owe you anything, Kudou!” Aya hissed, breaking through Yohji’s defences and grabbing him around the neck with both hands.
“I know this is a bad hurt!” Aya growled. Yohji was straining to keep his feet on the ground. Aya threw him so hard that Yohji almost hit the wall in the spot where Ken had cracked.
Yohji coughed hard, laying on his back trying to catch his breath. He could smell the toast burning and felt guilty. Aya had been up early enough to make everyone breakfast and because of him Aya’s was burnt. Yohji walked over to where Aya was eying the burnt toast and grabbed the two slices. He pushed his toast onto Aya’s plate and threw the burnt ones in the garbage.
Aya was staring suspiciously at him, obviously thinking Yohji had done it for a reason other than the fact that he cared.
Yohji walked back over to him and kissed Aya gently on the lips. The redhead jerked back like Yohji had smacked him.
“Back to that, are we?” Yohji sighed, shaking his head as he walked back to his abandoned food.
Aya set his own plate down before going and grabbing his tea. Yohji was surprised when Aya set down a coffee in front of him. He supposed it must’ve been left over from Ken. The boy was always leaving extra coffee in the pot in case he wanted any.
Author’s notes: Okay, there’ s my chapter. =)
Yohji couldn’t believe Aya’d ditched him last night. Bullshit that Omi had sent him to bed by himself. Like Aya would listen if Omi had given him an order! Besides, Omi couldn’t lie to save his life. He could hide things, but he couldn’t lie.
Yohji had set his alarm early. He’d never seen Aya in the morning at home. The closest he’d come was the two of them having an all night stake-out. He’d be damned if he didn’t get to corner the bastard before everyone else was awake.
Once Yohji was showered and had his teeth brushed he headed downstairs. He could smell Aya’s cooking.
He smiled as he looked at Aya, who was wearing blue sleep clothes. His hair was a bit rumpled, but not horribly so.
Yohji walked up to Aya and wrapped his arms around his waist, depositing a kiss on the side of his neck.
“Go back to bed, Sloth!” Aya barked, shoving him off and glaring at him.
“Aya, I woke up just to spend some time with you,” Yohji backed up a bit when Aya pointed the metal spatula at him.
“There’s an unspoken rule in the morning that no one talks to Aya until he’s had his tea. But you wouldn’t know that because you sleep in.” Omi said, shaking his head at Yohji for breaking the calm morning.
“Sorry, Aya!” Yohji held his hands up harmlessly. Aya whipped back around to the eggs he was cooking. Who would’ve thought that Aya wasn’t a morning person.
The toast popped up and Yohji practically made a dash for it to try to help. Aya slapped his hands before he could grab it.
“Get out!” Aya pointed to where Omi and Ken were sitting. Omi and Ken were eating already.
Yohji grumbled under his breath at having been slapped for trying to help, but walked over and sat down anyway.
“touching anything Aya;s making before its done is a stupid thing to do at supper, but at breakfast you’re lucky you didn’t get thrown across the room like Ken did that one time,” Omi pointed to a crack in the wall. So that’s how that got there! Yohji had wondered about it before, but had let it slide.
“Yeah, and I thought it would be nice one morning to wake up before Aya and start cooking. He grabbed the pan out of my hands and threw it outside, pan and all.”
“Don’t talk about me!” Aya all but screamed at them as he slammed a plate down in front of Yohji so hard he was surprised it hadn’t broken.
“Sorry, you miserable shit!” Yohji growled back. Aya backhanded him so hard that he and his chair hit the floor. He lay there for a moment, dazed. Where the hell did Aya get that sort of energy in the morning?
“You okay?” Omi asked, kneeling down beside him and helping him sit up.
“Temperamental fucker!” Yohji screamed when he got to his feet. He knew he was being childish and just making things worse, but Aya was being childish, too!
Aya slammed the pan down onto the stove. Yohji felt a little bad, because Aya had been about to finally dish his own food out. But he knew for a fact he hadn’t deserved to be hit like that.
“Your on your own now. We won’t even help you get up once Aya’s done with you,” Ken snorted. He and Omi took their breakfast and vacated the room, leaving the two of them alone.
“Aya, get your food, we can fight after.” Yohji meant it, too. When he looked at Aya he could see how worn out the man was, and what was worse, Aya’s eyes were red rimmed like he’d been crying all night.
Aya ignored that request and came at him full on, punching and kicking as hard as he would at a target. He’s not fucking around! Yohji was barely able to keep up with each hit, struggling to block and dodge the pissed off redhead.
“You ditched me last nigh, Aya. Let’s call it even,” Yohji suggested. He’d waited for two hours for Aya to come back before resigning himself to the fact that he’d been ditched.
“I don’t owe you anything, Kudou!” Aya hissed, breaking through Yohji’s defences and grabbing him around the neck with both hands.
“I know this is a bad hurt!” Aya growled. Yohji was straining to keep his feet on the ground. Aya threw him so hard that Yohji almost hit the wall in the spot where Ken had cracked.
Yohji coughed hard, laying on his back trying to catch his breath. He could smell the toast burning and felt guilty. Aya had been up early enough to make everyone breakfast and because of him Aya’s was burnt. Yohji walked over to where Aya was eying the burnt toast and grabbed the two slices. He pushed his toast onto Aya’s plate and threw the burnt ones in the garbage.
Aya was staring suspiciously at him, obviously thinking Yohji had done it for a reason other than the fact that he cared.
Yohji walked back over to him and kissed Aya gently on the lips. The redhead jerked back like Yohji had smacked him.
“Back to that, are we?” Yohji sighed, shaking his head as he walked back to his abandoned food.
Aya set his own plate down before going and grabbing his tea. Yohji was surprised when Aya set down a coffee in front of him. He supposed it must’ve been left over from Ken. The boy was always leaving extra coffee in the pot in case he wanted any.
Author’s notes: Okay, there’ s my chapter. =)