Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Scarlet Letters ❯ Chasing That Bit of Skirt ( Chapter 12 )

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Scarlet Letters Chapter 12

 

I thought I had lost my mind for a second- that I must have been staring longer at everything that reminded me of Yohji. So I stared at the girl with hair the same as him…not exactly a shade you see everyday. I'm yet to see someone with the same hue. It's natural on Yohji, the golden blonde offset with light oak brown and even shimmers of chestnut…Oh how the mighty have fallen - I'm rambling about Kudou's hair.

 

Then as I watched the girl walk around the shop, I realized, with a startling burst of clarity that the girl with the amazing hair done up in a ponytail the long slender and golden legs - envy to many of the girls in the shop it would seem - and the raspberry sheen of lipgloss was in fact Yohji!

 

I really did think I had lost my mind in that moment.

 

I looked closer. When the girl turned to put a bag on the counter, I saw bright green eyes surrounded by thick black lashes.

 

That true green isn't a common color for eyes either. Especially in Japan. I knew those eyes, because I often watched them, as if looking into the green irises would help me piece together the puzzle that is Yohji Kudou. One that I really needed to solve before I even thought about talking to him regarding my own feelings.

 

Wimp

 

Leave me alone! Great…yelling at myself. Hand me the straight jacket - I'll buckle myself in.

 

I couldn't stand there and disregard the fact that I had just seen the Great Playboy of Japan dressed as a sixteen year old girl - and convincingly - while he walked out of the shop, so naturally I followed.

 

As I walked out of the door catching a disappearing glimpse of that swaying hair, I thought to myself and realized that this was a habit I needed to stop - following the teammates.

I did it when Ken went to meet Kase, when Omi was realizing exactly where and who he came from and now I'm doing it to Yohji.

 

It's not that I don't trust them…anymore. I guess I didn't really trust anyone fully before Aya-chan came back into my life, but being in our profession you have to place a certain amount of faith in your teammates to come through for you.

 

You trust Yohji

 

For once today I didn't argue back with my own innocently prodding inner mind, knowing that the statement was true. I couldn't have denied it anyway - he was a part of me and in my mind after all.

I still am having trouble believing that there are still pieces of me that are Ran…I guess it has given a hope of some sort - only Ran would really stand a chance of having an emotional and physical relationship with Yohji.

 

I get the feeling that if Ran was another separate person, he would be smacking me upside the head for being so self deprecating. Though, it's hard not to be when your goal is set as high as Yohji is - or maybe I'm just channeling a fangirl and putting him on a pedestal.

 

I saw him vanish behind the wall of the alley and I silently hastened my steps…well, you never know what kind of danger there was in an alley!

 

Riiiight…and it's not that you just don't want to let him outta your sight?

 

I had the brief and intense mental picture of gagging someone violently.

 

I turned the corner and stopped at what I saw.

 

Yohji in that outfit walking towards a smirking Schuldig. I should have known that Yohji wouldn't do something so stupid on his own. It takes two juvenile senses of humor for this one. I shook my head and kept walking towards Yohji's turned back.

 

Schuldig saw me and glanced at me briefly, flicked his eyes back to Yohji and widened his smirk before staring at me more pointedly.

 

I watched Yohji's back tense under the white blouse, and he turned to me almost hesitantly, as if he knew it was me, but was hoping it wasn't.

 

When his head was facing me, I saw that he was looking at the ground. I frowned.

 

"Yohji"? He finally lifted his eyes from the ground, and I saw the fear there. His eyes are always so expressive, so different to my own.

 

"Er…hey Aya! What are you doing around here…in this…umm…alley?" It was obvious that he was avoiding his own reasons for being in said alley with Schuldig no less. I flicked my eyes back toward the German, seeing him trying in vain to stifle his snickering, and it trickled out from behind the suited arm he had stuffed in his own mouth.

 

"Yohji…" I asked nervously, not quite knowing how to pose the question without seeming intrusive enough to make the blonde defensive. I drew a blank at subtle and decided to get to the point. "Why on earth are you dressed like a schoolgirl?"

 

"Um…hehe…long story…" He mumbled.

 

Had I known that Schuldig was the one trying not to laugh - and failing - I would have thought there was a dying rhinoceros in the alley…his chest was heaving with the effort of staying silent, and I had to admit, it was kind of distracting. Not exactly the sort of background sound I wanted when I was talking to the man I secretly coveted.

 

You. Are. Hopeless! Coveted - pah! Wait…oh. We are hopeless.

 

It didn't look as though Yohji was going to broach the details here, so I decided to take the initiative.

That didn't mean I wasn't nervous as hell.

 

"Yohji…will you…I mean…do you want to come and get some coffee with me?" Christ that sounded pathetic. My only saving grace was that my voice was steady and not as high as the schoolgirl type Yohji was imitating.

 

I prepared myself for rejection.

 

"Really? I mean…"He cleared his throat." Sure Aya! Coffee sounds good right now"

 

I mentally sighed with relief, feeling quite warm despite the fact that Yohji had seemed hesitant to accept the invitation at first - then again, this was me asking. I'm not normally sociable with anyone other that Aya-chan, but she was in Europe now. I don't know why I was getting so worked up inside at the prospect of having a simple, friendly cup of coffee with Yohji.

 

Argh! Denial!

 

Okay, I knew that the excitement was due to having time with just myself and Yohji, something that I had hoped would happen at the club once I managed to steal him away from who had been on the other end of the phone, but the shock of seeing just who that person was…well it kind of killed the notion. Plus, there was the fact that I had been totally unprepared for how to actually get him away from that person - I had no experience in this sort of thing! Would I even like kissing a man? Nanashi didn't really count in that area because it was more of a thank you than anything remotely sexual.

 

I realized I had been staring off into space, and I brought my focus back to Yohji, who was looking at me strangely…not that I could blame him at all.

 

The odd background snorting of mirth continued.

 

I inclined my head to the side, indicating that Yohji follow me as I turned. I hope it looked as detached and cool as I wanted it to. Calm, under control - control, that's what I needed right now.

 

Lose it! Don't be cold to him! Or do you want him to be upset?

 

"No!"

 

My eyes widened as I realized I had spoken…okay, had shouted out loud. I slid a glance at Yohji to see him staring at me wide-eyed. Movement caught my attention and I looked to where Yohji was pulling back his arm.

 

What?

 

He looked down, but not before I saw the hurt in his eyes. He thought I had just yelled at him! No, no, no…!

 

Fix it! Don't let him pull back!

 

With my mind racing desperately, I shot my hand out and grabbed his arm. He looked back at Schuldig for a moment, and the confused frown on his face cleared as he smiled. I wonder what kind of reassurances his friend was able to give him to make him settle as easily as that.

 

I felt jealousy rising in me again - I wanted that kind of closeness with Yohji!

 

Yohji turned that smile on me, and everything seemed to fade for a few precious seconds…his eyes looked so warm and happy.

 

If Schuldig was the one to ease his fears, why is he smiling at me?

 

I shook my head a little, as if to clear the thoughts, and focused only on the warm and sleekly muscled arm beneath my fingertips as I guided us out of the alley, towards the coffee shop across the street - the one I had taken Sakura to, trying to keep her out of all of the Weiss business. Yohji, I didn't have to pretend with - I could trust him with my life, but my love? Could I love him enough?

 

I the stubbornness rising in me - a trait that had been a trademark in my youth, and now having grown I had my determination to spur it along.

 

I may not win his love, or have it in me to love him enough to keep him with me, but gods be damned, I was going to try again and again.

 

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As Yohji and Aya crossed the street, Aya's hand on Yohji's arm - both feeling the pleasant tingle of skin on skin contact - the alleyway exploded into sound.

 

Laughter.

 

Schuldig had the best of both situations - he knew how both felt about one another and their obliviousness to having reciprocated emotions was just too amusing to hold in.

 

Schuldig also gained another gem of information on this little trip to the alleyway - listening in on Weiss, he had heard Omi's thoughts on Aya's predicament when the man had appeared out of the back room.

 

The little chibi was in the same spot as Sculdig - but, he was exerting a little more energy into pushing them together. Well, I guess you would get tired of living with two lovesick and moping assassins. Humorous for a while, until violent moodswings would most likely occur.

 

Schuldig needed to have a little chat with Omi - and soon.

 

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A little longer than last time. Sorry 'bout the wait - again. Hehehe…