Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Scarlet Letters ❯ Walking the Maze ( Chapter 7 )

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AN - I realise that I change pov in the middle, but it made a bit more sense that way.

Are you remotely happy now moi moi? I finally updated!

 

Scarlet letters chapter 7

 

 

Aya was still trying to figure out just who the hell had been on the other end of that phone call.

 

His mind was still going a thousand miles a minute trying to work it out.

Aya had decided that the best way to handle this would be from a logical point of view.

 

Just like a scientist would study a rat in a maze.

 

The question was; who was the prize in the centre?

 

It had been two weeks since the incident, and Aya had resolved to never drink again.

 

He thanked the gods everyday that Omi had not been back to his room to have another one of their chats.

 

The previous two had already given him enough of a psychological scare - not to mention the first had driven him to drink in the first place, resulting in him hearing the phone call that sent his already tilted delicate emotional balance into turmoil, also leading to him getting to know the toilet bowl better.

 

But, he now had a purpose.

 

Once he had - albeit reluctantly - admitted to himself that he felt things for the lanky assassin other than camaraderie and your everyday garden variety type of annoyance, he had come up with a sketchy plan.

 

He didn't feel as though he deserved to be loved by someone like Yohji - but Aya-chan's parting words to him at the airport were etched into his mind…`Be happy beloved brother'.

He had spent days sifting through his memories, remembering the times when Yohji had made a joke to attempt to draw him out of his shell, and he had bitten his tongue to stop himself from smiling.

Then there were the memories of Yohji touching him…skin on skin contact…wether it had been cleaning a bloody wound from a mission or just a casual brush of his hand when he was reaching for flowers in the Koneko, it was the same every time.

 

Electric.

 

One touch could raise goosebumps on his skin, send shivers up his spine or - he was only admitting this now - the rush of heat down to a more southerly region of his body.

He had simply dismissed it as being shut away for too long - simply reacting to the touch of another human. He had thought his body wouldn't be picky, after all it was just skin - it didn't matter whose skin it was…right?

 

But the more he thought on it, the clearer it became…he didn't freeze up when Omi put a hand on his shoulder, nor did he get half an erection from Ken wiping the blood of his bare skin.

 

No.

 

Just Yohji.

 

Yohji…

 

Aya smiled to himself…pure sin incarnate - that's what Yohji was.

 

Impossibly long legs, molten honey hair, toned body, gold tinted skin, vibrant intelligent emerald eyes…

 

Yes that's right - intelligent.

 

To underestimate Yohji is fatal.

 

Aya snickered quietly - Schwarz learnt very early on not to underestimate the blonde.

He stopped snickering when his train of thought invoked an onslaught of memories from fighting Scwarz - he thought jealously of the time he had seen Mastermind grab the blonde around the waist and whisper something in his ear, which none of them had heard, but on the ride back to the Koneko the normally talkative Eurasian had been oddly subdued.

 

Lately, he had been going out again more frequently.

Aya didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

Good thing - he's not sick or whatever reason he wasn't going out for in the first place.

Bad thing - he's with other people, women…possibly other men.

 

Another thing to find out - what Yohji preferences are.

 

Aya had started taking note of the small things, such as how Yohji has his coffee.

Smooth, creamy and just a little bit sweet.

 

His favourite flower, it seemed, was the rose. Aya had yet to figure out the reasoning behind the choice. It had to have some kind of significance.

 

Pulling out of his confusing thoughts for a moment, Aya glanced at the alarm clock by his bed surmising that it was time to get downstairs for his shift with the blonde.

 

Okay so it was a little early, but as far as he knew from his sparse dating experience, you were supposed to go out of your way to be around that person.

Maybe that was why he had accepted Yohji's offer to trade shiftes with Omi to be on with him - at the time it had been his escape route from Sakura's constant fawning, but the girl never came anymore.

 

So why hadn't he switched back to working with Ken?

 

He might never admit it but he like working with Yohji - like it more than the ingrained assassin part of him wanted to allow.

 

Aya changed with swift movements, eager to get downstairs and engage in his new obsession.

Watching Yohji.

Studying him.

Staring at him…along with the usual horde of screaming fangirls.

 

Oh how the mighty have fallen.

 

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It's her again - the contaminator.

 

Yes, I named a customer.

Look at the way she fusses over him!

 

`Ooh Yohji-san your hair is so golden' - well we can all see that! `Is it natural?'

That's practically an invitation! I'm sure she would want to find out.

 

Apparently they have met before - at a nightclub or someplace similar, and now she comes in every few days.

 

How obvious.

 

And I am obviously jealous…I'm not sure I've ever felt jealous before Yohji.

The first time was Omi's fault.

That kid is more perceptive than we give him credit for - I didn't even know I liked Yohji until he kicked me in the right direction.

 

He still taunts me though - maybe trying to get me to make a move or whatever it's called.He looks so innocent, but I know otherwise.

 

I caught him and Ken making out in the mission room two days ago. That was when I figured out what he had been doing, and I got confused - I felt relieved and annoyed at the same time.

He thinks that I'm not going to do anything so he keeps pushing me - in a not so subtle manner.

Just casually walk past me *cough* Glacier *cough*. I almost choked on my tea when he did it the first time.

After a few times I realised that it tended to happen when I ignored Yohji or glared at him.

I wasn't ignoring him though, I mean how was I supposed to say anything coherent when he was sitting there in a towel!

It would have looked sinfully hot, if he hadn't had a milk moustache at the time - that just made it cute.

I really wanted a camera then.

 

Injustice! That little tramp has her hands on him! I called her the contaminator because of her perfume - some cheap brand that permeates the air leaving smelling like lavender for hours after.

Therefore she contaminates the airspace in the shop.

 

Did I mention I was jealous?

 

Unconsciously I gripped the shearers tighter as I watched her with her slimy hands on my Yohji's arm, and my hand slipped, sliding down the blade.

The surprise of it made me cry out in pain, but more from the surprise.

 

I watched the blood well in the palm of my hand, almost transfixed until a tan hand grabbed mine. I looked up, dumbfounded.

 

“Aya!? What happened? Oh, that looks nasty…I'll have to continue that conversation another time Miko, okay?”

 

My unusually slow mind registered that Yohji was dismissing the girl and taking me to help me with my hand.

I suddenly felt superiorly happy - not that I was showing it.

As Yohji steered me towards the stairs - amidst the protests of the contaminator who was bristling with annoyance, I shot a glance over my shoulder towards her in time to see her flick her bottle red hair in anger.

I couldn't help but smile smugly.

 

Her eyes narrowed and she smiled back - it was more a baring of teeth than a smile.

I raised an eyebrow and decided to be a bit clearer.

Before we were out of sight, I put my arm around Yohji's waist - bingo - her eyes widened.

 

That's right bitch - he's mine!

 

I turned around again, and saw that Yohji was looking at me with a strange expression on his face that I couldn't place.

 

Did I go too far?

 

I made as if to pull my arm away, but Yohji's hand clamped down on mine where I rested on his slim hip, and I got the tingles again.

He smiled wolfishly at me and I wondered if this was just a game to him.

Help poor injured Aya up the stairs.

 

I'm confused all over again!

 

This having a crush on someone business is complicated.

 

But this is good…simple contact. Yohji was cleaning the blood off my hand with a damp cloth, saying that it was lucky this wasn't my sword hand.

I'm not really concentrating on his words though, more the way he moves around - he has a natural grace.

Unconscious, not the type that ballerina's have to practice and hone over the years. More like a cat that he realises.

 

How ironic.

 

I notice that his hand has stopped moving, simply holding mine and I look up to see why.

He's looking at me again - I don't know what it is in those bright green eyes of his, but something in me wants to see more of it.

A burning sensation is slithering throughout my chest and I release the breath I didn't know I was holding.

His eyes flick to my mouth for a moment, then back to my own eyes.

Either the lighting in the room has gone down or his irises have gotten darker.

I know that when I'm angry me eyes tend to darken too - is that it? Is he angry with me?

But that open face shows no trace of ire, still only that unidentifiable emotion, foreign to my eyes.

My hand is heated where his holds it, and I'm almost certain I'm blushing under his intense stare.

I curse my pale coloring for the thousandth time in my life.

 

Suddenly a sound interrupts - a mobile phone ringing.

I pause to curse technology as Yohji's hand releases mine and he turns as he whips out his phone to answer.

 

Just like that, whatever was going on there - and I have no idea what - is broken.

 

I hadn't realised that my lips were dry, or that I had goosebumps on my forearms.

Distantly I hear Yohji answer his caller, and his voice sounds deeper than usual, and slightly hoarse.

 

I wipe my slightly shaking palms on my pants, being mindful of the fresh cut as I try to tune in on what Yohji is saying.

 

“…are you sure that's it? Come on you know it isn't like that!…Sure…of course I understand…yeah…I can't talk right now, but I'll see you tonight okay?”

 

He glanced at me when he said he couldn't talk right now…is this a current girlfriend?

It sounds like the mystery caller.

 

The one he said he loves.

 

I can feel my eyes narrow as I process this new information.

Meeting tonight?

 

I said it once in my head - Yohji's mine.

 

I meant it.

 

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