Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Scarlet Letters ❯ Layers ( Chapter 13 )

Disclaimer: Yes, they belong only to me…* crosses fingers behind back *

 

AN: You may notice Aya's little inner voice (Ran) getting a bit…impatient. Keep in mind he has been locked away for quite a while.

 

Scarlet Letters - Chapter 13

 

Only when I had sat down in the café, across from Yohji, did I realize that he was still dressed in that uniform.

 

It hadn't even occurred to me to ask him if he wanted to change before we left. I was a little preoccupied with wondering what I was going to say when we got here.

 

And his skin…you were wondering if the rest of his body would be that smooth. Lovely imagery.

 

If I were able to glare at myself, I would have.

 

Yohji was looking over my shoulder, watching the waitress - she was a reasonably nice looking girl…I wondered whether Yohji would decide to hit on her for a phone number or something. I sat there, simmering below the surface as she came up to our table. She smiled politely at Yohji and I frowned.

 

Yohji was a good-looking guy-

 

Very tasty!

 

I settled for glaring mentally at my younger self's vocabulary, before staring at Yohji again.

 

I frowned again, then had to stifle a laugh as I realized I had forgotten - yet again - that he was dressed as a very convincing -

 

And attractive!

 

…-female student.

 

I couldn't really dispute what I was telling myself, because it was the truth - Yohji made a beautiful female, but I certainly seemed to like him much better as a man.

 

Why was that? I pondered that thought as a dimly heard Yohji ordering something for us. He seemed to have a certain talent for imitating falsetto - and it sounded real, not as if he had just been kicked in the balls and could suddenly belt out a high note.

 

Why did I find Yohji more appealing as a man and not in the female guise? He's just as attractive! No, not on the same level I guess.

Maybe because as a man, he has that certain element of danger - or is that because I know what he's capable of? Many would look at him and not see a threat of any kind. Unless you looked well, not dismissively. You wouldn't see a slender looking playboy with blonde hair, probably being stereotypically labeled daft, too. You would see the sleekly built muscle that shifts under his skin smoothly as he moves, small scars on his fingertips from handling his wire without gloves. His hands are also rough on the palms - many years of hand to hand combat and self defense training.

 

And his eyes - the intelligence lying behind deceivingly happy eyes. It seemed to me that Yohji had worked this mask to perfection - molding it to mask some of his more conflicting emotions. There was also the bonus that no-one suspected the blonde idiot-type ladies man as a suspect for a bombing. More likely a string of broken hearts and rumpled bed sheets.

 

I was once again jolted out of my thoughts by the waitress reappearing at our table. I took a long look at her…she could be a lesbian.

 

One can't always tell!

 

I shifted my chair silently and subtly closer to Yohji's. I watched almost warily as she placed a layered chocolate monstrosity in front of Yohji, a smaller mug being placed in front of me.

I continued to stare at her until she was out of earshot, letting out an almost imperceptible breath that I hadn't realized I was holding.

 

Yohji turned to me and I wondered how it looked for him, dressed as a woman, to be taller than the man sitting across from her.

 

We have broader shoulders.

 

It was a small point, but true and I felt my ego recovering a little.

 

"Aya? Are you okay? You had better drink your tea before it gets cold!" I looked down at Yohji's mention of tea, inhaling the rising steam.

My eyes widened a fraction when I realized that it was my favorite - vanilla tea.

How did Yohji know that? I had only bought a box a few scattered times since joining Weiss. Good guess.

 

Hah!

 

I picked up the mug, raising it to my lips for a small sip. Not as good as the brand I had purchased, but good nonetheless. Glancing up at Yohji, I watched as he twirled his spoon around between his fingers for a moment, an eager expression on his face as he stared at the sundae.

 

I raised my eyebrows, and he must have caught the expression. He looked up at me and smiled…almost shyly? I've never seen Yohji anything less that confident…not true exactly…during the Asuka/Neu ordeal, he was quite insecure I suppose. Still, it threw me to see Yohji looking like that. What did he have to be shy about?

 

"Seven Layers of Sin…my, uh…guilty pleasure"

 

"Huh?" Did I just hear right?

 

I know what sins I want to perform! I'll give him guilty pleasure!

 

If this was Ran, me, before Takatori…well I think Aya-chan was right when she said I needed to get out and live a bit more. Hearing it as a spectator, instead of saying it - I sound as though I'm desperate for something! I brought my eyes back up to Yohji's. He looked amused at my inattention. He flicked his eyes downward, and I followed to where his spoon was indicating his sundae.

 

Ah, the monstrosity was called Seven Layers of Sin.

 

It's called con-ver-sa-tion…say it with me!

 

Dear parents I apologize if my younger self was as much of an ass as he seems. Omi was always harping on to me about how my voice was cold and uninterested. I don't wanna sound like that to Yohji!

 

"Hm"

 

I tried to make the syllable sound thoughtful. As if I was contemplating the actual sundae and not the way it was heading towards Yohji's lips, aided by the small spoon. I felt a small tingle go up my spine at the anticipation, knowing what kind of treatment that spoon and its contents would receive from that mouth. I also felt the spikes of a glaringly familiar emotion…I narrowed my eyes unconsciously at the spoon.

 

Ladies and Gentleman, a new low has been hit…we are jealous of a spoon.

 

The realization halted me, widening my eyes as I thought just how ridiculous it was! I fit had been anyone else, I would have mentally laughed, but you don't think it's funny when it happens to you!

Yohji was staring at me again, with the offending spoon sticking adorably out of the side of his mouth.

 

Adorably?

 

Yes, adorably.

 

Hmm…I agree! Very cute indeed!

 

I must've been one odd child.

 

I tried to focus on Yohji in the present…I really need to stop spacing out on him…he may think I'm weirder than I already am! I don't wanna scare him off…if I even have a chance. I must be boring him, though, since he hasn't mentioned anything.

 

Oh man…yippee for low self esteem…idiot

 

The comments went pretty much unheard…Yohji was back to eating his ice cream/sundae thing, and I was avidly staring. As he cleared each separate layer, I found myself wishing that every disappearing layer diminished a layer of clothing on Yohji.

 

I mentally groaned. What is wrong with me!? I've seen Yohji in a towel before and I could ignore him! I'm doomed to be brought down by that sundae.

 

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If you notice it, slowly, with Ran's help, Aya is starting to loosen up a bit more. I suppose in this chapter, Ran is trying to make Aya focus more on Yohji's physical appeal. Just another factor in Aya's confused state. Sorry for the small chapter, but Yohji's POV picks up where this ends for the next. Hopefully a sooner update, too.