Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Scarlet Letters ❯ Green within Green ( Chapter 4 )

Disclaimer: Yes I own them *crosses fingers behind back*…would I lie to you? * Chibi eyes *

P.S the answer is yes.

 

 

Chapter 4

 

Yohji watched Aya from the corner of his eye, surreptitiously memorizing every inch of him.

He had been confused about the chibi's behaviour at first, but once he had explained his actions - and his ulterior motives - it had made perfect sense.

Even so, the PI instincts in him were ringing alarm bells…Omi hadn't told Yohji the whole story - but he trusted the little hacker (with his life too) and knew that Omi would not hurt any of them intentionally.

 

So he was off to see Ken instead.

 

He glanced up at Aya one more time, trying to discern the man's mood before suggesting that they close early.

He had seemed more irritated than usual - if that was possible - and had been glaring at every customer that had walked into the shop.

He sauntered his way over to the register where Aya was standing, glaring silently at the till, when to doorbell tinkled.

Yohji groaned on the inside, but pasted a big charming smile on his face as he turned to greet the customer.

She was a short pretty 17 year old, with dark brown hair and blue eyes.

“Why hello beautiful! How can I help you?” He chimed, hoping she would just hurry up and leave.

She smiled and walked over to the displays, where she took a single tulip and walked to the register.

Aya glared at her when she handed over the correct amount of money, the smiled up at him.

 

Suddenly Yohji thought she wasn't so pretty.

 

That's my Ayan! He wanted to scream at her to leave and take her girlish fantasies too.

Just when he thought he couldn't hate her more, she held out the tulip to the still glaring redhead.

“I looked up the flower meaning,” she said confidently, as if he should be honoured that she was even considering him for her affections.

Yohji watched with jealousy as Aya flat out stared at the girl.

She stood there still, waiting for an answer to her declaration of love.

 

She's gonna be waiting for a fucking long time, thought Yohji bitterly.

 

All of a sudden the redhead stalked gracefully to the greenhouse, coming out a moment later with three flowers clasped in his hand.

Yohji didn't want to watch this…and then, as the man neared the counter, Yohji finally got a good look at the flowers he held.

 

He smiled all of a sudden - relieved by the meanings of the flora.

 

He stood in front of the girl and offered the small bouquet to her.

 

She smiled - obviously she had not done her research - and gushed happily, “For me! Thank you Aya!” She smiled brightly up at him.

 

“It's Fujimiya-san,” He said coldly before standing once again behind the till.

She looked confused for a moment, then recovered, turning to face him.

 

“They're beautiful! What do they mean?”

She was smiling again, obviously thinking that the flowers meant love and desire and some other teen fantasy bullshit, so Yohji decided to break her heart and hopes.

 

Aya was his…well, will be soon…hopefully…

 

“Fig marigold - coldness of the heart, Scarlet geranium - stupidity, and Pink musk - childishness” He was still smiling at her, watching as disbelief, anguish and finally anger flitted across her features.

 

She turned back to Aya and snatched the tulip from where he had laid it on the counter, and then spat at him, “ I'll give this to someone who deserves it!”

 

Then turned on her heel and stomped to the door.

 

Yohji couldn't resist yelling, “Thank you, come again!” Even though it was unlikely she would.

 

Teen queen of her school, and she had just been rejected by someone she thought would rush into her arms.

 

She obviously did not know Aya Fujimiya.

 

“Way to break her heart Aya!” said Yohji laughingly as the door clanged shut.

 

Aya scowled and turned, but not before Yohji caught the tiniest lift in the corner of his mouth.

Aya was smirking!

 

Yohji almost fell over in shock. He didn't think that Aya knew how to use his mouth - except for the usual…you know, screaming at Takatori, growling, frowning - when he showed emotion.

But now this!

 

Hmmm…Yohji wondered what other talents the redhead could do with that gorgeous mouth…and was hiding.

He intended to find out in the near future.

 

 

Omi

 

“Ken-kun! Move out of the way!” Omi hissed.

 

The soccer player was dragging a bag of soccer balls through the doorway to the Koneko, where Omi had been trying to spy on Aya and Yohji cleaning up the store.

He had been planning to surprise the older blonde with the Swiss chocolate he had bought, and while the redhead was in sight was the best time for maximum effect.

 

“Ken-kun I can't see!” Omi was too short to peer over the bag, so here he was - reduced to lying on the floor, narrowly avoiding being knocked out by muddy soccer balls.

 

Once Ken had - finally - moved out of his line of vision, and the pesky soccer balls had been deposited in the kitchen, Omi stood.

He looked himself over, making sure he had no mud on him, when a hand grabbed his and yanked him straight into a hard warm body.

 

“No need to check Omittchi…You look as cute as ever” Omi would have smiled, but his lips weren't given a chance to, before they were being occupied and his brain evaporated.

 

Suddenly he remembered, wrenching his lips away he pushed the soccer player to arms length.

 

“Ken-kun! You're supposed to ignore me! Remember the plan?” Omi stared hard at Ken, who simply tried to re-establish their previous level of contact.

 

He finally gave up when he realised that Omi was serious, “But Omi…I don't wanna ignore you! I can't!” He whined.

 

“You can and you will,” The evil smirk was back “…Slave” He added.

 

Ken groaned, as Omi walked away, towards the Koneko in triumph.

 

He spied his target, snatched up his hidden chocolates - albeit gently snatched (they were expensive) - and ran up to the unsuspecting blonde.

 

He launched himself with his usual unerring accuracy and landed right where he had planned - on Yohji's back.

 

He wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck, “Yohji-kun!” He cried laying his head at an awkward angle, so he could see Aya still.

 

Who was looking blankly at him.

 

Not glaring, just…blank.

 

He needed to up the dosage of Omi love.

 

“Did cram school finish early?' The older man asked.

 

“Hai! And I came straight back to see you!” He squealed…still no reaction.

 

He let go of Yohji and walked around to face him, smiling his best chibi you-can't-refuse-me smile. He held out the chocolates…which he had skipped cram school to go find.

 

“Oh…thanks Omittchi! Mmmm these look good…wanna share them with me later?” Yohji wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, willing to play along.

 

Omi glomped him again, and when Yohji laughed he just held on tighter.

 

“I'll take that as a yes then…” Was his reply, intoned in that playboy sultry voice.

 

He relinquished his hold on the assassin, letting him return to his sweeping.

As he walked past Aya he noticed that the man was still just standing, expressionless.

 

He groaned inwardly, cursing the redheads resistance to normal emotions, and went to prepare Phase 2.

 

Close Encounters…He wasn't gonna stop till that ice cube was turning green with envy!

 

Mwahahahah…he thought of an American movie he had watched once… and fought the urge to put his pinkie to the corner of his mouth and actually do his evil laugh.

 

That's Eeeevillll…

 

 

Aya watched as the Genki youth walked - practically skipped would be more appropriate - out of the Koneko.

 

This could not go on…the Chibi would only get hurt…then the team wouldn't function to their utmost potential.

 

His eyes narrowed at the older blonde for responding to the chibi's gestures of affection.

 

He would have to have a talk to Omi…

 

It was for the best interests of the team…

 

Yes, the team…

 

 

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