Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Scarlet Letters ❯ Incriminating Letters ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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*starts to cry*

Scarlet Letters

His hand was poised over the near blank piece of paper, the words `To Aya scrawled on the top.
This was his eleventh copy - today anyway...and it had been today for about... 20 minutes or so.
He had tried sleeping - obviously unsuccessfully - tried reading, watching TV - hell he had even tried cleaning!
None of these mundane tasks or usually interesting hobbies could sway his mind from what it had been locked on for the past two months. His noted attraction and respect for the man had turned to anger - because he had found out he was the `Ice Prince' - and he had been resolutely ignored. Not even noticed. Now however, his appreciation for the crimson haired killer had turned into a slight obsession, with him sneaking glances at the younger assassin any time he could causing him to receive strange looks when he was caught by one of his team mates. They wrote it off as him just looking at Aya - after all Yohji was the Tokyo Playboy, but as far as anyone else knew...he only played with girls. He had tried to deny it so many times, but it had made the feeling come back stronger.
Yes ladies and gentlemen Yohji Kudoh was attracted to a man. He could just imagine the gasps of all the girls from the fanclub. Not to mention his teams' shocked faces.
Was it worth the risk? Writing this letter? Let alone handing it to the Iceberg on legs.
Aya didn't feel anything for him, and that made Yohji's heart sink like the titanic.
Iceberg alright.
No emotion...except for his sister. Not ruling out the occasional display of camaraderie feeling though.
Yohji felt jealousy stab at him, before he reprimanded himself.
How pathetic was he? Jealous over Aya-chan, who is currently in a coma...
Then again what had Yohji done to prove his emotions to Aya? Diddly Squat that's what. Quite the opposite actually.
Tormenting the redhead with mindless teasing was obviously not the road into his heart, though it did get his attentions. Therefore it was not mindless.
Yohji found it his only way to get any emotion out of their icy leader.

His first letter had been blunt and straight to the point...Yohji had thought that the best way to handle the situation, but after he read it over he could just imagine the cool slide of metal as Aya's Katana plunged into his side.
It had been laughable...the letter, not the Katana.

Dear Aya,
I think I love you...I can't tell you to your face because I prefer being alive, and I don't want you to hate me more.
Yohji.

That was it. His feelings summed up in twenty words. It sounded pathetic even to him, so it would be a hundred times worse for Aya. Needless to say that was not the copy he intended to hand over.
He wondered if going clubbing would help him relax? Maybe give him the inspiration he needed to resolve this issue.
Plus he needed a break...he had not gone out for the past three weeks. Much to the shock of his teammates, two of which had persisted in asking if he was okay.
No guesses required figuring out which two teammates.
Sighing to himself he got up, not bothering to put away the stationary he had been using, and began rooting through his closet for an outfit suitable for a good time.
After primping himself without his usual playboy enthusiasm, he headed downstairs only to be greeted by a swearing Ken.

“Kuso! You're not going clubbing are you?”

This confused Yohji, since ken and Omi had been urging him to leave the house just last week, claiming that he was being depressing.

“Yes I am Ken, do you have a problem with that?”

“Yes I do! Now I have to be Omi's slave for a day...and you know that kid can be evil.”

Yohji burst out laughing, clutching his sides. He knew the type of thing Omi would have in store for the oblivious soccer player. The youngest member of Weiss had confided in Yohji about his feelings for their bugnuk wielding team member...Yohji however, had kept silent about his emotions toward their silent leader for fear that nothing would become of it. He knew that Omi would eventually get Ken somehow...Omi always got what he wanted, and Ken had been foolish enough to bet against the chibi - Omi never placed bets unless he had a very good chance at winning.

Clapping his nervous friend on the shoulder he struggled to catch his breath as Ken spoke hurriedly,” I should hide...I'm going to go and enjoy what little time I have left as a free man”

Yohji smiled at Ken's unknown double entendre before opening his mouth, a wicked smirk in place, ”Omi come here please!”

Ken's eyes widened as he and Yohji bolted for the door at the same time pulling on each others clothes to be the first into the freedom on the other side.
Yohji saw a flash of brunette hair disappearing into the darkness of the shop as he headed towards his beloved car a club destination already in mind.

Omi

Hearing his name called by none other than his flaxen haired teammate, Omi paused what he was doing and headed for the stairs.

“Coming Yohji-kun!”

He frowned as he looked around the room, but could not see the blonde.
Deciding that he must have misplaced where Yohji's voice had come from, he made his way to Yohji's room, opening the door without knocking.
The blonde's room was empty, only the usual mess lying around the floor.
Omi spotted what looked like a letter writing kit sitting open on Yohji's otherwise unexpectedly clean bed. Intrigued he bent to pick up the pages when he heard the unmistakable sound of seven's engine roaring off into the night.
Was Yohji-kun going out somewhere? Or just to the liquor store? Smiling, he clamped down the urge to go off in search for Ken to confirm, and stared down at the sheet of paper he now held in his hand.
His jaw dropped as he re-read the words on the page.
He sat down on the bed, his movements shaky as his mind raced a million miles an hour...Yohji loved Aya?!
Omi let out a shuddering breath and began to giggle...well that explains all the times he caught Yohji-kun staring at Aya...he had just thought Yohji was trying to get inside Aya's head for more irritating ammo. Also why Yohji didn't go clubbing anymore. Why hadn't Yohji-kun told him that he was bi-sexual...hang on...Omi had sifted through the pile of paper again, picking up random letters, one he came to grabbed his attention.
A line from the paragraph read, ` I was using women to try and distract myself from what I really wanted...You.'
Maybe Yohji was gay...completely.
Omi felt a little hurt that Yohji had not told him about the feelings he harbored for the resident redhead, when Omi had told him about his love and desire for Ken.
Maybe he was just afraid. Or upset because Aya showed him no emotion whatsoever except annoyance and sometimes anger or coldness.
His heart went out to Yohji in that moment, he knew how he would feel if Ken treated him with Icy indifference, and he swore to help his lovesick blonde friend.
He knew what Ken would do once he knew that Yohji was going out and that Omi had won the bet. Hide.
Grinning Omi took the first letter and walked out to find Ken.
He also knew Ken very well from all the times Omi would study him or innocently ask personal questions, and predictably Ken would hide in the same place - Behind the counter in the shop.

Sure enough when he silently opened the door he heard the soccer players sharp intake of breath before silence.
He crept up to the counter and peeked over the top - being on the opposite side of the door - he saw Ken's back and chocolate brown hair.
Leaning casually against the top he waited until Ken would peek, and he wasn't disappointed.
Ken obviously thought Omi had gone back upstairs judging by his sigh of relief.

“Hiding from someone Ken?”

Ken jumped a foot in the air before not bothering to turn around he scrambled towards the door.
Omi beat him there by a few seconds and he locked the door, smiling like the Cheshire Cat, he turned around.

“Was that Yohji I heard leave?”

His teammate mumbled for a moment then slumped his shoulders in obvious defeat.

“Okay Omi what chores do you want me to do?”

The foundations of his plan had formed in his mind as he had come down the stairs, and Ken had an important role.

“I need your help with Yohji-kun”

Ken looked up in confusion. “But Omi...he's gone clubbing...I guess he hasn't got a problem after all”

“That is where you are wrong...follow me” Still confidently smiling, Omi led the way to Yohji's room.

Once there, he handed the first letter to Ken, then simply pointed towards the scattered mess on the bed.
He watched Ken's eyes widen and his eyebrows rise, jaw dropping.

“Th...This...has got to be a joke...I mean come on...Yohji the playboy extraodinare fallen for Aya the human Ice cube!? No Way!!”

“It explains alot of things...especially the changes in Yohji-kun's behaviour”

Still in shock apparently, Ken let the letter slip from his fingers, a look of pure astonishment on his face.

“But we don't know if Aya is gay...or straight for that matter!”

“That is where you come in...”

“NO WAY!”

“You didn't even hear what I said Kenken.” Said Omi with a sigh.

“I don't need to!...You want me to ask him don't you! That's certain death!”

“Do you think I am that stupid? No...I want you to hint at it, maybe talk about Yohji-kun alot around him...”He waved his hands and shrugged, “ get the idea?”

“I would rather have all of your shifts for the next month.”

Omi smiled evilly...”Well you don't really have a choice do you...slave?”

Ken groaned out loud and hit himself in the head. “I am never betting against you again!”

Omi chuckled and walked slowly towards Ken, “Well that would be a shame...especially since I had a few more planned - which I intended to win - in order to extend your servitude”

“Oh yeah! I'll be you slave again...In your dreams!”

He was now standing in front of the chocolate haired assassin, “Yes Ken in my dreams...” Ken looked confused for a moment at the statement he clearly didn't understand, but before he could say anything, Omi - emboldened - quickly descended his lips softly against the soccer player's own.
Ken seemed too shocked to react, but when he reached up to place a hand on Omi's back, the chibi had already broken the kiss.

“Are you going to help me Ken-kun?”

Ken groaned softly and nodded in assent.
Omi smiled and made his way to his room, trying figure out a proper way to navigate through the mine-ridden maze that Aya had thrown up around his emotions.

Aya

He heard Seven taking off into the night, and threw himself on the bed.

Wow.
For a bit there he had thought that the blonde might be giving up his mindless nightly conquests.
Seems he was just taking temporary respite, and he had seemed to be helping out more in the shop, but here was the proof that Yohji was not ready to give up his title of reigning Tokyo Playboy.
Maybe Yohji would come home early?
Aya scowled, wondering where in his mind that thought had come from.
Probably the part of him that was Ran.
But Yohji would not come home early, so Aya dampened the hopeful sensation and mentally berated himself for being unreasonable.

Still, he would wait and be here to help the drunken blonde up the stairs should he choose to come home.

Sighing, he got up and began to clean his Katana, waiting - even as he did, he told himself that he would do the same for any other teammate.

It was just his role as their leader to watch their backs.

That's all it is, he told himself.

TBC