Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 15

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15



It had been quite a while since Aya had wine with his food. He loved it. He didn’t know how many glasses of it he’d had so far. He just knew that Yohji was grinning at him every time he ordered another one. He was pretty sure he’d had more wine than food at this point.

“Aya, you know that its expensive to drink at a restaurant, right? You should just buy a bottle on the way home,” Ken pointed out.

“I don’t know what brand this place has. I like this wine.” It was true. It was worth the extra money.

“You’re going to get drunk, you lush,” Yohji snickered.

“That from you?” Aya punched him in the shoulder. Omi and Ken looked so right together, the way they were sitting, turned just enough to stare at each other, and Aya knew their hands were linked under the table. He quickly finished off the wine.

Aya wondered how he and Yohji looked to others. Did they look like good friends, or did they look like they were together? He found himself wanting to know. I mean yeah, Yohji’s arm was around his shoulders, but he’d seen people do that to friends. Or at least he’d thought they were friends. Maybe he just wasn’t as good at reading people as he’d thought.

It didn’t help that the waitress was practically shoving her chest in Yohji’s face every time she came around. Aya wanted to rip her face off. He knew she was doing it on purpose. Hell, she was going out of her way to be as close to Yohji as she could. Bitch!

“Can I get you guys anything else?” The woman asked. She was really looking at Yohji when she asked. I’ll bet you want to give him something else, you whore!

“Another wine,” Aya said, glaring at her. It was clear that she was afraid of him. Every time he spoke to her she visibly jumped, and shied away from looking at him directly.

“Baby, do you really think you need another wine?” Yohji asked, kissing his cheek. Aya could feel his cheeks starting to heat. Had Yohji just called him ‘baby’ in public? And he’d said it loud, too! People were staring.

Aya stood up. He’d had it with people staring, even though it had only been about ten seconds since they’d started.

“Every one of you had better turn your eyes back to your plates or I’m going to gouge them out of your faces!” Aya snarled. The entire place went dead silent.

“Sirs, we’re going to have to ask you to leave,” one of the men on staff said. Of course. This was why Aya hated people so damned much. They didn’t mind their own damned business, and when Aya spoke up to them he got kicked out of places.

“Thanks, Aya,” Omi groaned, looking embarrassed.

“Miss,” Aya wasn’t finished, following the waitress who had been pissing him off all night.

“Button up your shirt and quit shoving your chest in men’s faces. You look like a whore! I swear! You’re not getting a tip from me!” Aya marched up to the counter, paid his tab, and stormed out.

“Aya! You’re clearly drunk, come on, let’s go home,” Yohji took him by the arm and steered him to the car.

“Drunk?” Aya didn’t think he was drunk. I mean he wasn’t on a table stripping or anything, he was just irritable and…when had his vision fogged up? Shit! Yohji was right!

“Your words are kind of slurring together, Aya,” Ken snorted. Aya turned to glare at him, but burst into laughter instead.

Aya climbed into the passenger seat of Yohji’s car, buckling his seatbelt. Aya couldn’t remember Yohji having a single sip of anything but water, so he wasn’t going to bitch about Yohji driving, plus it wasn’t like he wanted Ken or Omi behind the wheel. Ken drove way too fast, and Omi didn’t have his drivers’ license yet, thought that sometimes didn’t stop the Chibi from driving anyway. One of these days Aya was going to have to lecture him again because he was going to get caught eventually.

Aya reached over and turned the volume down on the music the second Yohji turned it up.

“How are you feeling, Aya? You going to be sick?” Yohji reached over and lay a hand on his forehead.

“I’m fine, now get your hand back on the wheel. I don’t feel sick at all.” And he didn’t, so he didn’t know why Yohji was fussing over him. He could see if he felt nauseous or something.

“Have you ever been drunk before, Aya?” Yohji did as he was told and put his other hand back on the wheel.

“Once. Aya-Chan snuck a bottle of…something disgusting, from our parent’s liquor cabinet. We drank the whole thing. We got in so much trouble,” Aya snorted at the memory. The two of them had been so sick the next day that it hadn’t been hard for their parents to figure out who had stolen whatever that crap had been.

“I can barely understand a word you’re saying,” Yohji laughed.

“s‘cause you‘re an idiot,” Aya said with a yawn.

“Okay, I completely understood that. Just you wait until I get you home,” Yohji was grinning wickedly at him.

“I’ll still win,” Aya mumbled.

“Win?”

“If we fight I’ll still win.” Aya said a bit louder.

“Who said anything about fighting, Aya? We’re going to play the good pain bad pain game, only this time its my turn.” Aya looked up at him curiously, ignoring Ken and Omi’s startled cries. And then Ken’s ‘its like hearing your parents talk about sex! Its just wrong!”

“Why?”

“Aya, I’m going to kill you if you ask me that again tonight.” Had he asked it a lot? He didn’t think he had.

“Do I ask that a lot?”

“More times than not lately, when you open your mouth that’s what comes out.” Aya shrugged. Maybe Yohji should stop giving him reasons to ask then.