Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Babysitter ❯ Rise to the Sun ( Chapter 9 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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.

Omi awoke more tired than when he’d first gone to sleep. His body ached from sleeping on the floor and he was filled with turmoil as soon as he began to remember what had put him in this predicament to begin with. Nagi had apparently just woken up himself. His hair was still messy and he was sitting in a chair drinking water. “Ohayou,” Omi greeted his host.

“Hungry?”

“A little but, I think I should be on my way now. I’ve got to take care of something.”

“Okay, well, it was nice meeting you.”

“Likewise,” Omi replied as he began rolling his sleeping bag up and tidying himself. “I’ll see you around, Nagi. Thanks for all your help.”

“See ya, Omi.”

The blonde walked all the way back to his car in the early morning light. He was glad to see it hadn’t been towed or had any wrong done to it. He drove into a fast food drive through and ordered a hot biscuit with honey and a juice. He ate hungrily in his car. It was an odd feeling to be doing so. This wasn’t usually the place where he took his breakfast. No, instead it was at a table with Van, Yoko and his two parents. He wasn’t accustomed to being alone and he was still feeling so very grateful that he’d found a friend to spend the night with.

Yohji had instructed Omi to come back in the afternoon if he wanted to talk but that left the blonde several hours to find something else to do. The boy ended up at the library. He used the computers there to go online and search for homosexual support groups or any information that might help him in his need of guidance. He suddenly became aware of the fact that his history on the computer might be monitored and it made him very uncomfortable so he changed to something more mainstream. But, his mind was still surrounded by questions about being gay, being an outcast and how to deal with it all. And who better to help him with all the answers than Yohji, the man who had introduced him to all the positives of homosexuality.

It was still an hour or so until noon but, Omi just couldn’t wait. He had to see if Yohji might be willing to meet with him now. He got in his car and made a U-turn in the direction of the older man’s house.

Omi stepped into the elevator and hit level 3. The doors began to close when he heard a voice. “Wait, please.” He held the doors and a red haired man walked in. “Arigatou gozaimasu,” the man panted. It was the same redhead he’d seen on another occasion. They both road the elevator to the top and Omi was the first one to get off as his legs eagerly took him to Yohji’s door but, he couldn’t help feeling like he was being followed. Omi got to Yohji’s door and started knocking. He got no answer. Just as he began to knock again, the red haired man approached.

“Can I help you?” Omi asked suspiciously.

“I’m here for the same person you are.”

“Okay,” said the blonde slowly. He could have sworn he’d seen this redhead someplace else, not just in this building. Omi knocked harder at the door. “Shit, I came back too early,” he murmured to himself.

“Oh!” Aya thought out loud.

“What is it?”

“You must be the same person who came by last night.”

“Hmm...so Yohji really did have company, I thought maybe he was just trying to get rid of me,” Omi smirked.

“Yeah, I’m his boyfriend.” Suddenly, the younger boy’s eyes snapped open wide as he turned to look the at the man before him carefully. This redhead was Aya, the person from the photo in Yohji’s wallet. “Are you okay.”

“I have to go.”

It was impossible not to sense the stir that emanated from the blonde’s figure. “Well, hang on a minute...”

“Please, just leave me alone,” came a tearful request as Omi headed back to the elevator.

“No, what’s going on?”

The younger boy pushed the button to send the elevator back up. “Nothing. I’m just having a bad day.”

“You come to Yohji’s door in dead of night then, you return in a desperate demeanor the next day and–,”

“Well, I’m sorry for disturbing the two of you. Okay?”

“Let me finish,–and when I tell you that I’m his boyfriend you run off. That’s a red flag to me.”

“So.”

“So, fill me in. There’s a lot of strange stuff going on concerning that man lately and I want to hear some answers.”

Omi looked thoughtful as he stood there with his eyes shut. The elevator came up and the doors opened. The blonde just shook his head lightly and got in. Aya wondered if it were a good idea and then, impulsively just hopped in with the younger boy without a clue as to whether he should have done it or not. The redhead let the other man just sulk in the corner for a moment. Omi took his hands down from his eyes and began to stare at Aya closely. So this was his competition. Aya was taller and more sophisticated...[I don’t have any of those things,] Omi thought to himself. [No wonder Yohji chose him over me.] But, that wasn’t fair!

The elevator reached the ground floor and Omi attempted to leave. “I didn’t chase after you for nothing.”

“What do you want from me?”

“I told you. Answers. I’ve been feeling ill at ease ever since last night when Yohji answered the door to you. Not to mention another event before that where he started shutting himself off from everyone. So, please...I’m worried.” The elevator doors shut again and gave them more privacy.

“You know, I really hate the fact that your talking to me right now.”

“Why?”

“Because you replaced me when I was supposed to be unreplaceable. I’ve lost everything, my friends, my family and then, my home; I slept on the streets last night. But, none of that was supposed to matter because I still had Yohji. He told me he loved me and that he’d be there for me. But, one thing he failed to mention was that the deal was conditional. It only lasts until he can find someone better. And then, I meet you today and you tell me you’re his boyfriend. I’ve seen your picture before. He told me you didn’t even like guys.”

“Well, I didn’t.” Aya firmly said in Yohji’s defense. “Not until...”

“Until what? UntilYohji? Yeah, me too,” Omi said harshly to get the redhead thinking. “I’m outta here, Omi pushed the button for the doors to re-open. He walked a few steps before Aya called after him.

“Wait,” said the red haired man and he followed the blonde boy yet again. “You said you slept on the streets last night.

“Yeah.”

“So, where are you sleeping tonight?”

+++

Omi’s mother grew anxious. She thought Omi might never come back. Maybe he was happy living with Yohji and he didn’t need his family anymore. Little did she know that all Omi really wanted to do was be back with them. She stayed by the phone hoping it would ring and put her nerves to rest. But, no calls came through.

Meanwhile, Van and Yoko were beginning to question the disappearance of their older brother. They were told that he was staying with a friend; which was true to the knowledge of the blonde’s parents. But, they left out the fact that he was staying with a boyfriend.

Omi’s mother could stand it no longer. It was against her husband’s judgement but, she had to go talk to Yohji’s grandmother. She swiftly made her way across the street to the woman’s door. She rang the doorbell twice. “I’m coming,” said a small voice. “Konichiwa, Tsukiyono-san.”

“Hello, I was wondering if you could give me your grandson Yohji’s phone number again. I need to contact him.”

“Of course. But, you look so flustered. What’s the matter?”

“Uh, Omi didn’t come home last night and I was just wondering if maybe Yohji could get a hold of him for me.”

“Oh, my. Yes, I’ll get you his number. He and your son have become so close lately, I’m sure Yohji probably knows where he is.”

“Well, I think he’s actually staying at your grandson’s house.”

“Really? Why would he be there?”

Omi’s mother could now tell that the older woman was ignorant to the fact that Yohji was gay. “My husband and I got into an argument with Omi last night and...well, like you said, he and Yohji have become so close lately. I think he went there to get away from me and his dad for a while.”

“I’m sure your son is just fine,” said Ohashi-san as she wrote down her grandson’s phone number. “Especially with a friend like Yohji,” she smiled.

[If only you knew,] thought Omi’s mother. “Thanks for your time.”

“No trouble at all.”

+++

Aya convinced Omi to trust him. The younger boy followed in his car to the redhead’s home. It was a very modern establishment with a step-down living room and very plush carpet. “I have a spare bedroom with a twin bed that you can use. Oh, and there’s a bathroom adjacent to it.”

“Why are you being so nice to me? Shouldn’t you want to wring my neck for sleeping with your boyfriend?”

“Well, the way I see it...he’s been unfaithful and hurtful to us both. He’s only had consideration for himself. So, why should I be mad at you? We’re both victims of his selfishness.”

“I guess.”

“So...how do you and Yohji know each other.”

“He used to live across the way from me. And he babysits at my house sometimes. That’s how it really got started. My parents hired him to look after the house while they were gone. He and I were alone and things just took off from there. I felt comfortable with him and I guess I was too naive to realize that the timing and the place were all wrong for something like what happened to take place in my life.”

“Well, no regrets. It was only a mistake,” Aya said to try and cheer the younger boy up.

“But, that’s what regrets come from, making mistakes...you can’t have one without the other. I don’t fear my regrets I just wish I would stop making so many big mistakes that cause me to be regretful in the first place.”

“You’re a pretty thoughtful kid, you know that? I don’t know many other people your age who manage to be so analytical and logical.”

“It comes and it goes. Lately I’ve simply been stupid. Everything I’ve done has been careless and disrespectful not only to myself but to my family.”

“Well, at least you’re mature enough to admit it and to want to do something about it.”

“Thank you for the praises.”

“I give credit where credit is due. And one person who is much overdue in being paid homage to would be Yohji. Inconsiderate, shameless, user who deserves every bit that he has coming to him.”

“I suppose so,” Omi said rubbing his eyes. He was still so sleepy.”

“Why don’t you get a little rest. I still have some errands to run. Including finding out what we’re going to eat. I’ll be back shortly.”

Aya left the house and drove to the nearest supermarket. His entire kitchen was bare and that meant he’d need a lot to make the place feel more like home for his new guest. But, on a sadder note, he could hardly keep from screaming at the top of his lungs. He hadn’t shown it to Omi but, he was so angry right now. How could Yohji have used him like that? They were supposed to be the greatest of friends and just like with Omi, Aya and Yohji had pledged their love for one another. Didn’t that mean anything? The fact that the older man was cheating on him with a high school kid only furthered the humiliation. Aya felt ill. He thought he might throw up in the aisles. Right then, he left the shopping cart in the middle of the store and walked out. It’d taken so much thought and courage to finally give himself to Yohji and it had all been in vain.

Coming closer to his car, the redhead looked further down the parking lot. He strode closer to get a better view. “Yohji,” he called.

“Hi, Aya,” The older man smiled. “Shopping too?” The red haired man could hardly get a breath out through his frustration. “What’s wrong?” Yohji stepped forward and put a hand to Aya’s shoulder.

The shorter man pressed his lips together and swallowed hard. “I came to your house today...”

“Yes?”

“And I met a boy there...a boy named Omi.” Yohji didn’t even flinch. “Is he your boyfriend too?” Aya asked in anger.

“No, of course not. I told him that last night when he came to the door. What did he tell you?”

“He said that you two were in love and that you’d slept together.”

Yohji tried to hide the fact that his heart was beating uncontrollably fast. He needed a cover up. Or should he just come out with the truth? “I won’t lie. He and I were intimate.”

“And...”

“And what?!” Yohji asked defensively. “Do you wanna know all the people I’ve slept with?”

“Well, now that you’ve brought it up...” Aya began sarcastically.

“Neither who, nor how many people I’ve slept with matters. That’s the past. You’re my future.”

“It does matter, Yohji.”

“Why?! It’s not like I’m diseased!”

“Because it’s your track record, Yohji. Everything you do in life has one. I’d be a fool not to be interested in your history. It illustrates your character.”

“Oh really? So what is it telling you, that I’ve been through a lot of relationships? So, what?! The only people who care about that sort of thing are just insecure.”

“Insecure or cautious? I don’t wanna end up as another quick fling like Omi. Tossed to the side as soon as you get bored with me. I don’t wanna be another number or kept hanging by a thread while you explore other relationships at my expense. That’s what your little record has on it. And it’s not like this all happened in the distant past it’s current and therefore valid in my debate.”

It’d be hard for Yohji to dig his way out of this one. Aya was forcing him to acknowledge the fact that his actions spoke louder than words. “Well, what do you want me to do? It’s not like that kid’s in the picture anymore anyway. I chose you, not him.”

The redhead squinted his eyes in thought. He hated the fact that he just wanted to go along with Yohji and sweep everything under the rug. He knew he should at least put the older man on probation for a while but, it felt so much more soothing to just follow him blindly. “Well...”

“Look, he’s gone. And it’s not like I meant to just drop him on purpose. You have always been my first pick but, I never imagined that you would pick me too so I settled. When you told me that you wanted to give us a chance...what was I to do? Stay in a relationship with someone else just for the sake of staying? Or be happy and let go so that I could pursue my true love,” Yohji pleaded as he took his boyfriend by the hands.

“I guess,” Aya replied softly. He received a gentle kiss on the lips.

“Where are you headed?”

“I need some groceries.”

“Let’s go into the market together. We can talk some more while we shop.”

Our loved ones hold the most power over us. Most of them never acknowledge that fact to it’s full extent but, the ones who do become dangerous.

+++

Aya returned home several hours later to find his guest still sleeping away. The redhead stood in the doorway watching the rise and fall of the boy’s chest as he breathed. Unfortunately, he was beginning to resent Omi’s presence. Yohji had thoroughly convinced him that the blonde was just another face in the crowd who was making things complicated for Aya and the older man’s relationship to flourish. But, it’d be to cruel to just kick him out now. He’d let Omi finish the rest of the day and night at his home. He stepped forward and shook the boy lightly. “Omi.”

“Hmm...?”

“Omi wake up. I’ll be fixing dinner soon.”

“Alright,” came a small murmur of agreement. Shortly afterward Omi found himself standing at the entrance of the kitchen and asking if he could help but, his host only shook his head and asked that he take a seat at the kitchen table. Aya served a creamy walnut shrimp dish with rice and cucumber slices. Not only was the table quiet but it was buzzing with tension. Omi could sense a difference in the other man’s demeanor. Not wanting to keep silent anymore like a scared child, Omi found his voice. “What’s changed?”

“Excuse me?”

“What’s changed? You’ve hardly spoken a word to me since you got back and you don’t look me in the eye anymore. What happened?”

“I talked to Yohji.” Omi didn’t say anything, he just stared back but, Aya knew what he was thinking. “I have both sides of the story now.” The young blonde just kept eating quietly. “I have to listen to him too, ya know,” said Aya as if he were expecting a rebuttal. Yohji had been full of them but, Omi made no action to try and change the redhead’s mind. It wasn’t because he was afraid or speechless, Aya knew that it was because the boy was beyond words. He didn’t need to make excuses the way Yohji had.

The stress that emanated from Omi’s body was almost suffocating. Aya could feel it all the way across the table. “I’m leaving I finish. I shouldn’t have come in the first place.”

“Well...where will you go?”

“It doesn’t matter. I just want to stay as far away from Yohji and all of his minions for a while...or for as long as I can.” Omi picked up his plate and put it in the kitchen sink. “Thanks for taking me in. I’m going now.”

+++

Yohji came home from his grandmother’s house. As soon as he began to enter his apartment building, it hit him. “Ah...shit.” Omi was supposed to come by today. He’d completely forgotten that he should have been home earlier. He assumed that the boy had already come by in the afternoon and left upon realizing that Yohji had stood him up. “Shit, he’s probably so pissed.” Yohji lit a cigarette and dialed Omi’s home number. The phone rang twice.

“Don’t fucking call here!” yelled the angry voice of Omi’s father through the receiver.

Yohji sat there in shock. He didn’t know what to make of the situation. Feeling guilty and ‘suffering’ with compassion he decided to actually drive to the blonde boy’s home and have a face to face talk. He owed Omi that much.

+++

Omi’s mother jumped at the sound of her husband slamming the phone down. Who was that?! Was that Omi!” she asked in terror.

“No, it was him...Yohji,” replied a scornful tone.

“Did he say anything about Omi?”

“I didn’t give him the chance.”

“Why not?! He might have had something important to tell us.”

“I’m sorry. I freaked out when I saw the name on the caller ID. I got angry.”

“Well, try calling him back.”

“I’m too upset to do that. I’ll probably end up making this worse. You have to do it.”

“Alright. Hand me the phone.” The woman took the receiver and automatic dialed Yohji’s number. The phone just rang. She hung up and re-dialed but with the same results.”

“Isn’t anyone picking up?”

“No,” the woman shook her head. “Dammit. They must be ignoring us now,” she said tearfully.

“There, there. I’m sorry,” the man pleaded gently.

“It’s not your fault. Maybe they’ll call again later.”

What the upset couple didn’t realize was that Yohji had already left his house to come to theirs. He didn’t really want to make the trip but, he knew it was necessary. He remembered the promise he kept to Omi. He’d said that he’d be there for the younger boy when his parents started to question him about there relationship and Yohji intended to keep that promise, even if it was a little late. What a mess he’d made. It was his lust and infatuation with Aya, not his love that had caused the older man to push Omi to the curb. Not to say that he didn’t truly love his red haired companion but, he hadn’t used any tact in the transition from one lover to the next. All for his own selfish desires.

He parked his car outside the Tsukiyono home and walked up the pathway swiftly to help keep his nerve. He knocked confidently at the door and was met by the man of the house. But, Yohji didn’t even flinch. He acted as if he didn’t even care that this man had cussed him out on the phone or had a look of hatred in his eyes. The man’s wife came to the door as well and started to look passed Yohji, into the front yard. “Well, where’s Omi?” she asked.

“I came here looking for him,” Yohji answered confusedly.

“Oh, we assumed that he’d still be with you after last night.”

“What do you mean still be with me? He was never with me. I mean, he came to my door last night but, I turned him away. ‘Told him we’d talk later. Long story short, that’s why I’m here.”

“Yohji, when you say that you turned him away, about what time was that?”

“It was late, maybe around eleven...something like that.”
“That must have been after he first left the yard,” said the woman turning to her husband. She then looked toward Yohji. “He didn’t come home last night.”

“He’s probably staying with his friend Ken.”

“No, I called just after midnight. Ken said he hadn’t seen him either. This is all my fault. I should’ve let him back in sooner. Now he’s probably roaming the streets like a feral dog. I’m calling the police. This is getting out of control. Goodnight,” said the woman abruptly and closed the front door.”

“No wait!” Yohji responded but, it didn’t look like anyone was willing to open back up. [So, Omi ran away? Would he do that?] Puzzled, Yohji sat in his car when a thought came to him. He pulled out his cell phone and called Aya.

“Moshi moshi.”

“Honey, it’s Yohji. I need to ask you some questions.”

“So shoot.”

“Remember when we saw each other in the parking lot earlier today at the grocer’s?”

“Hai.”

“And you told me that you met Omi in my apartment building. Around what time was that?”

“Uh...’bout an hour before noon.”

“Did he mention where he was headed or anything like that.”

“Well...” Aya began hesitantly. “I let him come to my house,” he sighed with regret.

“What?” Yohji’s tone was solid and cold. “What would make you do that? Who told you to? Stay away from him. We talked about this at the supermarket,” the older man roared. He intended for he and Aya’s relationship to stay in tact. Something that may not happen if Omi stirred things up.

“He’s not here anymore, okay. He just left. And I don’t feel bad for offering him stay here, okay. He’s just a kid.”

“So, why didn’t you just tell him to go home?!”

“He got kicked out!”

“No, I just talked to his parents. They’re worried sick looking for him. He’d lied! You got taken for a fool!”
“They locked him out of the house, Yohji! No person in there right mind would just aimlessly wander the streets if they knew they could just go home to their loving parents. I know he was telling the truth by the ill look on his face. He was serious.”

“Wander the streets...” Yohji murmured as if he couldn’t believe his ears. No...that hadn’t been what he heard. Had it? But then, he remembered something Omi’s mother had said. She blamed herself for not letting the boy back in sooner. Those words had come straight from her lips. “So it’s true,” the man thought aloud.

“Of course it is.”

“Well, where is he now?”

“I dunno, he said he didn’t wanna stay and then, he just took off.”

“I feel like shit right now. See, this is what I mean. It’s like I say and do all the wrong things, all the time. If I had just taken a little time out to listen to what Omi had to say that night, he could’ve stayed with me. I would’ve never let him leave.”

“And then what?” Aya asked abruptly. “Be honest with me Yohji and be honest with yourself. Do you love that boy? And I mean in the same way that you say love me.”

“What kind of question is that?!”

Aya feared the answer was yes. It’s natural for a person to feel guilty about not helping someone else when they know they should have but, this case was a little more complicated. New loves aren’t usually thrilled to hear that their boyfriends are willing to have sleep overs with ex’s. “Who knows, maybe he’ll just go back home. Maybe he already has.”

“No, I’m sitting in my car, right in front of his house. His mom wants to get the police involved now. I gotta help look for him. I know some hang outs that he usually shows up in. I’ll check them out.”

The two hung up and Yohji hit the road. He went to the Burger House and to the arcade next to the corner store. He even went by a homeless shelter to see if any kids that fit Omi’s description had passed by.

Meanwhile. Aya felt numb and alone all over again. He was usually a pretty distant person but, Yohji was the one man who could bring him out of that shell. Now, it just seemed to make more sense to go back to hiding all the time. It was a normal defense for people who tried to stop themselves from being hurt. But Aya, he made an art out of it. Then, he started thinking. If anyone really might feel like just crawling into a hole it would probably be Omi. He was just a kid who’d lost everything but his name in a matter of hours apparently. The redhead wanted to help but, he didn’t know where to start. Suddenly, his doorbell rang. He got up to answer the door and who else but the little lost boy was standing on his Welcome mat. “I left something,” said the blonde. “I think my wallet may have fallen out of my pants pocket while I was sleeping. Could you get it for me,” was the question.

Aya blinked and then smiled. “I am so glad to see you.”

“That’s weird.” Omi wasn’t in the mood for games.

“Everyone is looking for you, you’re parents, Yohji, even I began thinking of a way to find you.”

“Since when has all this happened?”

“Does it matter? Come inside.” Aya shut the door behind his guest. “I was worried about you.”

“What for?”

“Well...because I’m human. And I know what it must be like not to have a place to come home to and to feel abandoned.”

“Good for you.”

“Come on then! I’m trying to be a friend,” Aya pleaded. “Lose the attitude. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Yohji used to say that and he was a horse’s ass.”

They each began to grow impatient with one another. Each fueled by jealousy. Two pairs of eyes just watched each other sickly. “What are you thinking?” Aya finally asked.

“You wouldn’t wanna know.”

“Are you gonna give him up?”

“I don’t need to. He dumped me remember? Like I told you earlier, I don’t want anything to do with him.”

“He told me that you were never really even dating. That you guys fucked once and now you’re trying to convince him that it was more than just a one night stand for whatever the reasons. Maybe you’re just a naturally manipulative person. Well, I’ve got news for you...he’s mine.”

“You know for a person who accuses other people of having attitude problems you sure do have one yourself. I don’t understand you. You’re almost cool one minute and a complete tool the next. If you wanna keep listening to Yohji and regurgitating everything his says that’s fine. Just don’t feel too bad when it all blows up in your face,” Omi smiled facetiously.

Aya stepped forward, mere inches from the younger man’s body. Enough was enough.