Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 9

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9



Aya didn’t know what to make of anything regarding Yohji right now. The man was impossible to figure out.

Aya hadn’t slept a wink last night. All he’d been doing was thinking about Yohji. There was no way to make a playboy like Yohji love him. Yohji’s heart belonged to that woman, what was her name? Aya couldn’t remember, and he didn’t blame Yohji for it.

Yohji hadn’t given Aya any promises, he’d told Aya he would satisfy his curiosity. It was Aya who had continued to come back. True, Yohji had stopped picking up girls since they’d started this, and he’d stopped going to clubs as well, but it wasn’t like he’d promised himself to Aya. It wasn’t like he even wanted to love him.

Yohji was all about feeling good. So why was he trying to get Aya to do things with him that didn’t involve physical gratification? I mean Yohji had to see how this was affecting him, and he’d still been so cold that he’d asked Aya to spend the night in his arms? It left Aya feeling empty.

He’d spent the better part of the night outside training to keep himself from thinking about it. But every now and then tears would break his concentration.

Attacking Yohji in the morning…well, he’d like to chalk it up to how he’d beaten the shit out of Ken for trying to help him. Part of it was because Yohji had bothered him in the morning. And part of it was because his heart hurt.

When Yohji had kissed him it had confused him again. Aya had ditched him and Yohji made it clear that he knew it, and yet he’d done something nice for him and even kissed him afterward.

Now he was dragging Aya around the city shopping of all things. Aya hated shopping. He’d pulled his hand away when Yohji had tried to link their fingers together.

That, of course had prompted the blonde to grab his arm instead and pull him around.

The worst part of it was that Yohji was taking him to places he’d rather never have seen. Places with…toys. Every time they would leave Aya would think it was finally over, only to be pulled into another sex shop where Yohji would explain everything he dragged Aya over to.

“Yohji! Enough!” Aya finally snapped. They’d been to twelve sex shops. He really couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t care what this or that thing did. He didn’t want to use toys. None of them appealed to him. He wanted Yohji, not some plastic toys. And there were plenty of things that he still didn’t understand and he sure as hell hadn’t been about to ask out in public. Yohji had pointed out things that he was sure didn’t apply to him at all. Like things he was pretty sure could only possibly be used on women. The dynamics were wrong. And he still had no freaking clue what sex with Yohji entailed. It sure as hell wasn’t something one of these plastic contraptions could tell him.

He didn’t want to even know about anything plastic until he’d really been with someone. Then maybe that person could explain things to him and he would understand. But right now all he wanted to do was get the images of plastic women and plastic penises out of his head. Why would a man bother with plastic? What could it do for him?

“Aya, I thought this would be fun, you know?” Yohji had the nerve to pout at him?

“Its been one humiliation after another. You’ve had your fun, now leave me alone,” Aya pulled his arm away.

“Aya, I wasn’t trying to humiliate you, I was trying to show you some things that interest me. I thought you might like them too. I was going to get you to pick something out.” Yohji was serious. Aya couldn’t believe Yohji was so blind to his embarrassment.

“You honestly thought I needed something like that? If you don’t want me then just say it. I can go to that place where I found you before and find someone else to learn from!” Aya snarled.

“Excuse me? Where you found me? Just what exactly are you talking about?” Yohji’s eyes were wide.

“N…don’t change the subject!”

“Back at you, Aya. I think I should know when and why you were following me? What did you see?” Yohji caught his arm when he tried to walk away.

“Aya, I think you owe me an explanation!”

“The mission, you idiot! Your mission!” Aya watched the understanding dawn on Yohji. He was too embarrassed by everything else already, so admitting to this wasn’t quite as bad as it would’ve been on any other occasion, but even so, it was still humiliating to admit to. Aya’s heart was at his feet right now, and he could feel the tears in his eyes. So a few embarrassing admissions right now wasn’t as bad as the feeling that his entire world was crumbling down around him.

“You were there? Of all places they sent you there?” Yohji threw his arms up in the air.

“So that was it, then, eh? That’s what started all this? I should’ve realized as much. Stupid to think that you actually had….no, I’m just a curiosity to you, right? You never pretended otherwise. I’d just hoped that…with the look in your eyes each night that you might feel something! Anything!” Yohji was screaming at him.

Aya could feel the tears threatening against his eyes. How dare Yohji do this to him! Play with him like this!

“Yohji, don’t lie to me about what you want. You will always belong to her alone. There is no room for anyone else!” Aya wasn’t about to let Yohji turn this back on him like that!

“Go fuck yourself, Aya! Stay the fuck away from me! I’ve had it with your bullshit!” Yohji barked.

Aya backed up a step. He could feel the tears as they made their way down his face.

“Shit! Aya!” Yohji was coming toward him.

Aya ran for it, climbing into the nearest taxi and telling the driver to head for the Koneko. He quickly dialled Omi.

“Omi? Yeah, can you…can you pack my things? I’m…yeah, I have to, you know why. Yeah. I just thought…talk to him about it? We just talked, he told me to leave. I’ll call Kritiker and tell them to reassign me. I’m sorry for this,” Aya hung up, leaning his head back against the seat.

“You okay, pal?” the driver asked.

“Wonderful,” it wasn’t even believable to his own ears.