Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Secret's Out ❯ Don't insult me ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Weiss Kreuz nor am I profiting from this, it is for pure reading enjoyment. The wonderful Koyasu Takehito is the creator.

Yohji put pants on and met Aya in the hallway. "Follow me and shut the door behind you." Yohji did as he was told, following Aya into his bedroom. "What the fuck, Yohji? I came to apologize to you for being such a jerk yesterday, but you have certainly yet to prove me wrong."

"It's my business not yours."

"No, it is mine. I treated you poorly and called you a slut, but you said I didn't know what I was talking about, or something along those lines but I was right the whole time. You just wanted me to feel otherwise because you knew I was right and you hated it!"

"Well, you're a hypocrite."

"Oh?" Aya quirked an eyebrow.

"Hai, I'm not the only one who's overly horny around here. Not only did you try to fuck me yesterday but you've got another bitch on the side."

"First of all, Ken isn't my bitch," Aya snapped. "When you asked me to make love to you the other day it was like an empty joke. Make love?…To a slut?...Would you even know the difference between that and just whoring yourself out? You are incapable of sharing the same bond I do with Ken. With you…I was just there for a quick fuck and you almost made me feel bad for it. But I was right, I do know you're a slut. You can't say otherwise."

"Well, considering the fact that you were willing to fuck this slut, says a lot about you and that you aren't much different. But I told you once that we didn't have to get serious, just play, and I meant that, because I was willing to take anything from you. I think I started to love you, but then I made a mistake yesterday by bringing up the whole love thing."

"Then why did you, bring it up I mean?" Aya asked genuinely curious.

"Well, if you can remember I also said `I'd love for once that you'd be jealous another man kissed me,' you felt that way about Ken, just not me and I wanted to pretend even if for a moment that you would, that you loved me. I made a pass and was immediately shot down by your famous words `I don't play.' I left empty handed; minus you, minus love…" Yohji's voice lowered with his ending statement. He thought his voice would crack and didn't want Aya to hear him sounding weak.

Aya didn't know what to say. His head and eyes were dizzy. He wasn't used to feeling this emotion; he couldn't even name it. It was empathy. It was compassion. It was long recovered from before the death of his parents and near death of his sister; but it was still very faint; almost misty to him. For once he could see the truth in Yohji's face of how the older man really felt.

"I do love you, just not…"

"…the way I want to be. I know Aya." Yohji turned to leave. He stopped and looked over his shoulder, catching Aya in the corner of his eye. "Anything else you had to say to me?"

"Breakfast…is ready." Yohji nodded and left the room.

The rest of the day dragged on slowly. It was just so damned hot, no, humid outside. Because of this fact, there wasn't much business in the Koneko and whoever did show tended to stick around for want of the coolness in the air-conditioned shop. Neither Yohji nor Aya made any attempt to talk to each other all morning but it wasn't as tense as the previous day.

As the afternoon rolled around so did lunch time. Aya shoved out the few remaining customers and switched the Open sign to Closed. Yohji brushed passed the younger man. "I'm going out for lunch. Did you want me to bring you back anything?"

"Iie."

Yohji left glad that Aya hadn't requested anything. It would give him more time to think. He didn't actually want to go out for lunch; he just didn't want to stay in with the other man. He went to an Italian restaurant and sat alone at a table near the window. All he ordered was dessert, a small slice of cake. The cheap scowl on his face attracted some attention from the waiter who brought him his food. "Bad day?" asked the waiter. Yohji looked up at him.

"Bad week," he replied with a pathetic chuckle hanging at the end of the words. The waiter gave him his bill.

"Well, I hope your luck gets better."

"Arigatou," Yohji said as he stood up to leave. He'd barely finished the cake but he really wasn't hungry anyway, so it didn't matter. He wandered about town for a while. He knew he should get back to the Koneko, but he just didn't care. Meanwhile Aya waited fifteen extra minutes for the other assassin to get back. He eventually reopened the Koneko but closed it again as soon as he realized that Yohji definitely would not be back. He kept it closed until Ken and Omi arrived home.

Yohji came home at 12:06 a.m. He knew he'd get an earful in the hours to come but he just didn't care. In the time that he'd spent going aimlessly about the streets he'd been trying to ask himself why he was so fickle when it came to being with people. He and Aya shared if nothing else, one thing in common. Symbolically, when Aya's parents died, so did he. When Asuka died, so did Yohji. Those events had hindered them both from continuing to be the people that they'd once been. Aya went from trusting to petulant and Yohji went from responsible to thoughtless. Yohji reflected on the realization but shut it out not wanting to remember. He figured he'd try to be a little more tasteful from now on. But it wouldn't start until the next day. Right now he was just really tired and half drunk.

Yohji steadied his hand to place his house key in the door but before he could turn it in the lock someone opened the door for him. [Kuso, it's Aya!] He wanted to be able to make it to his bedroom without disturbing the redhead. He thought the man would be asleep by now but…he couldn't have miscalculated unless Aya had actually been pissed enough to wait up for him. That would mean hell for Yohji. But Aya probably wouldn't have put that much care into it though…right? The door opened further and Yohji was relieved to in fact see that it was Ken, not Aya. He exhaled the breath he'd been holding and walked over the threshold. Ken shut the door behind him. "Yohji." Ken stood still arms folded, waiting for the older man to face him.

"Ken, I'm real tired." Yohji strode off toward his bedroom. He was stopped in the hallway when the younger assassin tugged at his arm. "Ken!"

"Shh…you'll wake up the whole house Kudou. I just wanna talk. You know abandoning Aya today was a bad move Yohji. Why'd you do it? You've been acting so irritable lately. Omi says he's worried about you too." Yohji didn't say anything. He just rubbed at his eyes with his left hand. "Well?"

"Can't we finish this in the morning, or, I'm sorry okay?" Ken sighed and released his grip from Yohji's arm.

"Okay. I'm tired too I guess."

"I promise I'll apologize to Aya-kun tomorrow too. Or at least I'll try."

"Arigatou, Yohji-kun." Ken smiled, pleased with the compromise and hugged his friend tightly before letting him go. "Well, I should be going to bed to now." The younger boy stepped into his bedroom. "Nighty, night Yohji-kun."

"Night," Yohji whispered as he saw the brunette disappear behind the bedroom door. [Nice,] Yohji said to himself thinking about Ken's ass. Aya was lucky man to have gotten the boy into bed.

Yohji didn't want to sleep by himself tonight. He thought perhaps he'd sleep in Omi's room but he didn't want to wake the boy while climbing into bed so he proceeded to his own room.

Yohji settled himself in bed and drifted off to sleep. He'd been sleeping no more than ten minutes before he was startled awake. It was Omi. Apparently the younger boy didn't want to sleep alone either. Omi climbed into the bed with him. The two cuddled close and went back to slumbering.

Meanwhile, Ken was back in his room. He was not alone either. Aya had joined him hours ago and they'd been intimate for the second time. Ken climbed back into bed with the older man.

"Are you very mad at him?"'

"Who Yohji? Hell yes. He has a responsibility to be in the Koneko during his shift."

"Please don't be too hard on him tomorrow. He seems so detached and sad, just give him a break."

"We'll see."

The next morning was Saturday and Yohji was happily smoking a cigarette in his room when Aya came in. Yohji's posture slumped and he knew what he was in for. Aya took the cigarette from his lips and put it out in a small ashtray on Yohji's dresser. "Uh, yes, Aya-kun?" Yohji asked timidly, his voice a bit shaky.

"Since you're so smart, and you wanna leave me alone in the Koneko so fuckin' much, you're punishment for not showing up lately is to finish our shift alone on Monday." Aya began to think that the argument he'd shared with Yohji and the tender words that the playboy used to explain himself may have just been the older man telling a sob story so Aya would pity him and cut him undeserved slack. This time the redhead thought that he should keep the conversation short and to the point not wanting to give Yohji the opportunity to con him if in fact that was his motive.

"I apologize."

"Don't let this happen again." Yohji nodded and when Aya left so did he. Passing by, he saw into Ken's room.

Ken awoke to a feathery feeling brushing against the side of his face. [Aya.] Ken thinks to himself and slowly begins to open his eyes, batting his lids to try and focus them.

"Wakey, wakey," says the figure above him.

"Yohji?" Ken asks, noticing Aya is gone.

"In the flesh."

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, first of all breakfast is on the table, second, everyone else is already up and lastly if you don't get up now you'll be late for your shift in the Koneko, which doesn't start too long after now."

"What? No I don't work in the mornings, I do afternoons with Omi except-

"On Saturdays? Yeah. Looks like someone's a little off schedule, didn't even set your alarm clock did you?" Ken closed his eyes and sighed. "Well, it's about 9:15 now so you'd better get a move on if you're going to be in the Koneko by 9:50. Ken opened his eyes and attempted to sit up a bit when Yohji reached an arm over him. He retrieved a single strand of hair from one of Ken's pillows. "Red."

"Wha, I…" Ken was still ill informed that Yohji already knew about he and Aya sleeping together. He still thought it was a secret and began to stumble over his words, desperately trying to search his mind for words.

"Aya's, isn't it." Yohji stared into the frightened boys eyes. "I'm assuming he came into your room last night," Yohji hesitated trying to take in the boy's expression. The fright, accompanied by squirming, it was hilarious to him and he wanted to drag it out a bit by making up a logic excuse he knew damn well wasn't true. "It was a bit cold last night, perhaps he left this behind while pulling the covers up over you as you slept. He does it all the time for Omi who is constantly kicking the blankets off himself nocturnally."

"Probably, yeah, that might have been what happened," Ken quickly agreed. [`Hope Yohji bought that,] Ken thought.

"But it's funny, I never took him for a mother hen. I mean even with Omi he treats the task like a burden, it's hard for me to imagine him doing it for two people." Yohji was secretly enjoying the heat on Ken's face. He knew exactly what he was doing teasing the younger boy. "Well, I'll leave you to get dressed now." Yohji left the room both pleased and angry. He knew it went unjustified but he was beginning to dislike Ken, a lot. The boy had easily gotten what Yohji so urgently wanted. Just that one strand of evidence of what went on between Ken and Aya but not Yohji and Aya was enough to make him scream.

Yohji went to the kitchen where Omi was finishing his breakfast at the table and Aya was groggily trying to fix a pot of coffee, dressed in pajama pants and a slightly open robe.

"Ohayo, Yohji-kun," Omi beamed at him and Yohji mirrored the expression. "Will Ken be down shortly?" Yohji nodded and noticed Aya look up at the mention of his lover's name. Omi then turned to start his shift in the Koneko. Yohji took a mug down from the cabinets, a sour look on his face.

"What's wrong with you, now?" Aya uncharacteristically questioned.

"Nothing," replied Yohji as his face turned from sour to sad. He shifted suddenly.

"Where are you going?"

"To help Omi, Ken's taking too long," he said bitterly. Aya grabbed hold of his arm.

"Get it together," he said it more seriously this time and Yohji glared. The Redhead let go seeing hurt in his prisoner's eyes. He really was trying to be easy on Yohji since their open hearted discussion the previous morning but abandonment in the Koneko was weighing his patience in Yohji down.

Ken eventually joined Omi in the Koneko and Yohji left to pour himself a cup of coffee. His unused mug had been put back into the cabinets. It was a black one. It matched his mood so he figured he'd pull it out again. Aya also returned to the kitchen to refill his own mug. Yohji was silent and tried not to make any eye contact. He left for his room and sat at his desk. Aya later entered.

"Is this going to screw us up tonight?"

"What?"

"Let me guess the only words you identified in that question were screw and tonight?" Yohji frowned. "Look, you need to completely straighten up before our mission tonight. I don't want your head in the clouds while we're supposed to be taking care of business."

"Just leave me the hell alone, why don't you." Didn't Aya understand, even the thought of not being able to obtain him drove Yohji mad. Finding that strand of hair in Ken's room forced him to realize that someone else had what he couldn't. It would take longer than just one night to completely "straighten up" and get over the redhead. Yohji rose to his feet and started toward the other assassin, "In fact, who the hell told you to come in my room in the first place? No one, so don't let the door hit you on the butt." For this Yohji received a slap. His face stung but he would not give Aya the satisfaction of seeing him rub it. "Get the hell out." Aya left.

That night the four assassins headed to a nightclub called Parisian Palace. It was a lot classier than it was expected to be. Two smugglers from Yoshino's contact list would be there tonight. Both were American and therefore very easy to spot. Yohji sat at the bar, his emotions getting the best of him; he ordered a shot of vodka. Ken who was sitting next to him decided to comment.

"Yohji, Aya said we're just supposed to sit at the bar, not drink," whispered the brunette. Yohji just shrugged his shoulders.

"He should have left me at home then."

"Yes, I should have but I didn't so stop fucking around, baka," came a voice from behind them. "Alright Ken, one of the smugglers is sitting at a table about fifteen feet from here, you'll know him when you see him. Yohji, you keep a sharp eye on Ken and I'll deal with the one in the bathroom. Oh, and Ken don't let him put his hands near your chest he might notice your wire."

Aya quickly strode to the men's room and locked the door with smuggler James Porter inside. The man was looking in the mirror and trying to rid himself of a nose bleed, the result of cocaine use. He barely had time to turn in his assassin's direction when cool metal slashed his throat. Before he made a mess of things, Aya sheathed his katana and dragged the man's body into a stall and sat him on the toilet. He locked the door from the inside and crawled beneath the cubicle walls.

Meanwhile, Ken had been noticed by Thomas Wood. Thomas was the second smuggler and known murderer who would never hesitate to kill anyone that double crossed him. Wood was always in the mood for young blood and was pleased to see Ken smiling in his direction. He beckoned for the boy to sit beside him as he asked the chair's current occupant to get lost. She left only slightly insulted. Her liquor intake made the words hollow.

"So how are you tonight beautiful?"

"I'm good, but I couldn't help to notice how handsome and well dressed you are compared to everyone else in here," said Ken.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I run this place, so I'm not part of the usual crowd, I stay in my office most of the time."

"Oh? Do you think we could go there now? I mean, to get away from all of this?"

"Of course." Wood led Ken into his office and shut the door behind him. It wasn't until now that he had noticed the younger boy constantly kept a small leather jacket draped over one of his arms and fist. It was the same disguise technique used in the previous mission and seemed to work. Wood, assuming the little punk might be hiding a pocketknife and wanted to rob him, pulled a gun from under his sports coat. Ken was shocked.

"Hey what's going on? I thought we came here to fuck?"

"Oh, we did, but we're gonna do this my way. Put the jacket down and then take off the rest of your clothes."

Ken paused but remembered that Omi could hear everything that was going on from the microphone pinned inside his shirt. All he had to do was wait for the younger assassin to send a distress signal to Yohji and he would be rescued. He removed the jacket and sprung at Wood, his bugnuks now exposed. Slashes were drawn threw the man's clothes. The man fumbled with his gun and it hit the floor, startled by Ken's weapon of choice, it was much more clever than some cheesy pocketknife.

Yohji was still at the bar sulking, but hadn't had anymore than his initial shot of vodka. A buzz began in his ear. His hair hid a small earpiece that Omi's little voice could be heard screaming at him to go after Ken. Yohji casually walked to the office door, thankful it wasn't locked and proceeded, tripping over the gun Wood had recently dropped. Taking a chance, Wood flung himself at Ken, hitting the boy in the chest and knocking the wind out of him. Ken ripped at Wood one more time, pushing him away; the older man fell to the floor. He scrambled for his gun but Yohji reached it first. The two struggled. Ken was hardly able to help Yohji with his breath gone. Yohji began to rise with his opponent clinging to him. Two shots were fired and Wood fell backward.

"C'mon, let's go," Ken urged them.

"Wait Ken,"

"Come on!" The two scurried to meet Aya who had already joined Omi in the alleyway. Their car was parked a block away.

"Are you alright Ken?" The redhead took his lover by arm gently. The boy nodded. "Alright then, let's leave."

"Hold on a sec, let's..."

"No, Yohji! I talked to you earlier about not slowin' us down tonight and you did it anyway. First you wanted a drink, then, you didn't immediately follow Ken to Wood's office like common sense should have told you, now you want a break, no! We're going with or without you. You're swaying, you shouldn't have had that drink!" Aya started toward the car with his three teammates in tow. Eventually he lost one and hadn't noticed `til Omi whined.

"Where's Yohji?" No one seemed to hear him. "Aya stop! Yohji's gone." He was beginning to tear up and finally the leader of Weiss came to a halt.

"What? No, Omi he's just trying to piss us… or me off rather. He's just drunk. He'll be around soon." Omi took a few steps knowing that Yohji would never do such a thing while on a mission and darted back in Yohji's direction. "Omi no, come back!" Aya turned to Ken, "Here are the keys to my car, go start it and bring it around closer, I'm going after Omi." Ken nodded and they separated.

Omi came to Yohji's side. He was hunched over, his hands on his knees. "Yohji-kun?"

Yohji began to laugh and choke. "Yohji, what's funny?" the blonde asked timidly.

"Ironic isn't it?" Yohji pulled a pack of smokes from his jacket and a lighter. He took a drag off his cigarette.

"What is, Yohji-kun?"

He chuckled lightly "A killer being killed, a murderer being murdered, an assassin assassinated."

"I don't know what you're talking about Yohji, please…" Before the boy could beg for the answer his friend revealed to him a bullet wound in his side. "Don't worry Yohji, I know Aya must be worried about you too by now. He'll come for you." Omi caught himself. "But you don't think so, do you?"

"Your words, not mine. But thank you Omi for coming back. I'm not sure I would have liked dying alone." Yohji turned his head in surprise to see Aya coming to his rescue. Aya's pace quickened as he noticed Yohji was slipping to the alleyway floor. Yohji began to black out. The people around him became blurred and their voices slightly muted. One thing he did know was that his redhead was holding him and kissing his forehead, apologizing for not listening to him and stopping. Yohji felt himself being carried. Was it by Aya to the car, by angels to heaven, or demons to hell? He prepared himself for the latter.

Yohji slept day in and day without waking in and undistorted frame of mind because of his blood loss. When he did gain full consciousness, he was in his own bed, bandaged and with something clinging to his arm. It was Ken, lying in bed with him. His room was dark. It was obviously nightfall and only the pale moonlight lit his room. Ken had fallen asleep while watching over his wounded friend. Omi was also asleep in a chair. Only one thing was missing, the person he wanted most. Maybe the last few memories he'd had of Aya before blacking out had only been dreams. Maybe the kisses and apologies weren't real. With a heavy heart he fell back to sleep.

Yohji awoke with Ken gone, in his place was another figure but Yohji wasn't sure whom. It wasn't quite lying on his bed, it was sitting. Part of its body draped over the oldest assassin. By scent Yohji recognized it as Aya. He was crying. His muffled cries echoed in Yohji's mind. "I'm the one who got shot, not you," he barely uttered.

Aya looked up and cupped Yohji's face with his hands and massaged the man's cheeks with his thumbs. "Ai shiteru Yotan, ai shiteru." His cries making his chest heave and Yohji brought the man back down to his chest with one arm. Aya stayed that way for a while before Yohji convinced him to lye on the bed with him. Aya pulled his legs up onto the bed and held Yohji close, minding his wound. The Older man calmed him by rubbing his back running his fingers through his hair of flames.

Aya pulled up and tried to compose himself by wiping his eyes and clearing his throat. "I'm sorry for crying. I thought you were as good as dead. You've never come out this weak before after being injured on a mission. You lost so much blood."

"It's okay that you cry. I just never would have expected it."

"Listen, I always told myself `no' and to leave you alone romantically because you were too egotistical, too selfish and in capable of commitment."

"Aya…"

"It was more than me rejecting you romantically or giving you insults. I should have known that all your persistence with me was from more than just a fling but I wouldn't let myself believe it, no matter how badly I wanted to. I overcrowded my mind with the image of you being an all out tart and the only intimacy I allowed myself with you I kept in mind that you wouldn't be much more than a fuck. I was wrong for treating you that way. And I lied, I do love you the way you want to be. But I've ultimately neglected you so much and your life hanging on by a thread is a result."

"Aya, it's okay. You're here with me now. I'm not being neglected and I'm happy." Aya lowered his face and for the first time allowed himself to kiss Yohji's lips out of the highest affections. Now that he'd permitted himself to accept and recognize the bond that he had with Yohji, like the one he shared with Ken, Aya regretted to realize that he wouldn't be able to make love to Yohji the way he'd done the soccer player for a while. He kissed Yohji's ear and nipped at the bottom of the lobe. Yohji giggled and Aya laughed to hear it. The older man felt the redhead's tongue dart into his ear and wished that it were going into a hole someplace lower and more private on his body.

"God, I can't wait `til you're healed," Aya breathed.

"Mmm," Yohji moaned, just thinking about all the dirty things he would finally get to do to the younger man. "Can I make a suggestion?"

"Whatever you want."

"Well, you think Ken might want in on it?"

"Yes." Aya laughed lightly. "I'm assuming you'd want Omi to be there too?"

"Well, I guess it does seem more sexually efficient that four beautiful young boys play together all at the same time."

"And you wouldn't have to leave home to find us."

"Well, now that you'll all be cooperative with me I won't want to leave home. `Never really did." Aya smiled and returned his lips to Yohji's. Their tongues met and swirled around each other.

Two months later, Yohji was fully healed and the bullet wound he'd received was fading into a hardly noticeable scar. Ken was in the kitchen with Omi washing plates from dinner, while Aya dried them and set them back into the cupboards. Yohji had received a phone call, which he was currently engaged in.

Yohji hadn't had sex since he'd been shot and his relations with Aya were limited. It was fine though, Aya had schemed a plan with Ken and Omi that would make up for lost time.

Yohji was still talking and hadn't even noticed anyone behind him before Aya took the phone from him.

"Yohji has to go now. He'll call you back later," Aya said into the receiver and hung it up.

"Hey," Yohji snapped. He flipped around, "What's the big idea…?" Aya pulled Yohji into his arms by the waist. The redhead was naked and this pleased the older man. Yohji accepted the younger man's embrace with absolutely no resistance. But soon he found himself confused as some one from behind, it was Ken, blindfolded him. Omi was not left out, for the blonde was already busy tying a sash around Yohji's wrists to bind them behind his back.