Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Snippets of Daily Life ❯ Photo ( Chapter 1 )

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A/N: I had thoughts of making this serious, but why bother

 

 

 

Part I - Photo

 

 

Yohji stood in the doorway trying to figure out what Aya was doing. Aya was sitting on the floor of his (Yohji's) room.

Yohji paused.

 

Aya was sitting on the floor of his room. Aya. The same Aya who claimed that his floor was contaminated should be blown up in a nuclear war and wait one hundred and fifty or so years (give or take fifty) before it could be claimed to be safe for habitation again.

Actually Yohji lied, Aya had never said any of those things, that would mean that Aya would speak a full sentence when a raised eyebrow could imply the same thing.

So Yohji stood in the doorway and stared at the sight of Aya sitting on his floor. Yohji wished he had a camera so that he could show Ken the proof, speaking (or rather thinking) of cameras and photographs what was Aya holding in his hand?

"Aya?"

Aya looked up, still clutching the photo in his hand, but not saying anything

Yohji looked from Aya to the open bottom drawer of his dresser and then back to Aya, then back to the dresser, and then once more.

Yohji groaned he thought he knew what Aya had in his hand.

"Aya, give me the photo." Yohji spoke slowly enunciating each word clearly so that no confusion could occur.

Aya gripped the photo a little harder.

"Aya give me the photo now."

"Yohji," Aya's voice was soft, "May I have it?"

 

“Um, no.” As hard as it was to deny Aya anything, he couldn't give the redheaded man this.

 

“Hn.” While Yohji had been getting more adept at interpreting `Ayish,' as Ken had dubbed Aya's own personal language, he had no idea what that particular `hn' meant. God, he hoped it didn't mean what he thought it did. Trouble.

 

Yohji watched Aya put the picture back where he had found it in the bottom drawer then stand up and make to leave the room.

 

Yohji stopped him by grabbing his forearm, “Aya, you're not mad are you?”

 

Aya smiled, “No.”

 

Whoever had coined the phrase deadly beautiful must have known a clone of Aya. Aya smiling was truly a scary sight. Yohji would be in for a hell of a time now.

 

 

Aya waited until the moment was just perfect, if Yohji did not want to share after all that talk about relationships being a compromise and about giving and taking well Yohji would feel.

 

Dinner time, everyone was around the table, perfect.

 

“Hey Ken since you are going upstairs anyway could you get me my orange sweater? I left in Yohji's room.” On the dresser, and it just happened to fall and slip into the partially open bottom drawer where Ken would just happen to find the picture.

 

Ken came back downstairs sans sweater, but with the picture from Yohji's dresser in his hand.

 

“Hey guys you have to see this!”

 

Ken waved the picture in front of Omi.

 

Omi promptly rolled over laughing, he was on the floor. Aya smirked and Ken could no longer contain his hilarity.

 

“Yohji,” he panted , “tell me that's not you?”

 

Yohji snatched the picture from Kenken's hand, hoping against hope that it wasn't what he dreaded it would be. It was. He turned to glare at his lover, recognising the setup right away.

 

Aya smirked back. This was the first and only thing he had ever asked his blonde lover for and he hadn't been willing to fork it over, well too bad.

 

“You had glasses Yohji?” Omi laughed. “Big, fat, nerdy glasses?”

 

Even without the picture in his hand, Aya could see the glasses in his mind's eye. His Yotan had looked like a nerd in his youth.

 

“And,” Omi couldn't finish the sentence he was laughing too hard.

 

Luckily Ken did it for him, “And headgear.”

 

Yohji was openly glaring at Ken.

 

Omi tried to take advantage of getting his breath back, “And…and…and”

 

And failed.

 

Seeing that Omi really couldn't stop laughing, he would get his breath back only to lose it again, Aya finished his sentence for him. “You were chubby!”

 

Aya smirked payback was complete.