Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The Babysitter ❯ Cheaters Never Prosper ( Chapter 10 )

[ 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.

“I’m tired of being Mr. Nice Guy,” Aya began

“You obviously have no knowledge as to what the term nice implies.”

“No wonder Yohji never wanted to be with you! Aside from screwing, you’re worthless.”

Omi took a deep breath and blinked slowly. “Well, I hope he had fun while it lasted ‘cause he obviously isn’t going to be satisfied with someone who looks as stuck up as you do. You lifeless, soulless–.”

Smack!

Aya hit Omi with the back of his hand firmly. The boy’s words hit a nerve as the redhead recalled he and Yohji’s failed night of intimacy. “Shut up,” he breathed. Omi put a hand to his stinging face. Aya pushed him backward with one hand as he began to taunt the younger man further. “You awful brat.”

“Don’t touch me,” Omi swung a fist but, missed his target. With wide eyes the taller man grabbed the other boy closer by his shirt so harshly that the top buttons were ripped off. Omi shoved him away. “You wanna get rough?! Fine!” Omi dug into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. Aya froze. “This’ll teach you,” the younger boy growled and started tearing through the redhead’s shirt. “There!” he panted. Aya still didn’t move but suddenly, he began to smile. And then, he laughed. Omi stared back hatefully and put a hand over his eyes. “That was so lame, wasn’t it?”

“What the hell were you trying to do, kill my shirt?”

“It seemed logical at the time.”

“Oh,” commented the taller man as he tried to suppress his laughter. But, little chuckles were hard to tame and Omi shrank with embarrassment at the sound of them. “Ha, ha, hee, ha...!” Aya had to find a seat before he found himself rolling on the floor. “And you were so serious to...hahaha,” he teased.

“Uh, oh...” Omi pointed to a spot on Aya’s chest. “Blood.” The redhead looked down at himself and clearly saw what the younger boy was talking about.

The older man tried to sweep up the crimson deluge with his hands. Upon closer inspection he noticed a small nick in his flesh. “Hmmm...so much blood for such a little tear.”

“Do you have band-aides? I’ll go get them and a rag to clean up with.”

“Yeah, in the bathroom, there’s a first aid kit under the sink.” Omi returned quickly with a damp cloth and a little white box that had a red cross on the front. He popped it open and found the proper sized bandage. Aya tore off the rest of his shirt. It was cut up so badly there was no point in lifting it over his head. Besides, he didn’t want any of the blood it was soaking up to get on his face. He wiped himself with the wet towel and then, began to patch himself up.

“Do you need help?” asked Omi as he ripped open a packet of ointment.

“Do you promise not to cut me again?”

“Maybe,” grinned the younger boy. His fingertips slightly stroked Aya’s skin as he tried to apply the ointment and bandage. It sent an electric sensation through them both; as it might with any two people during such an intimate level of touch. “All better.” Omi derived warm feelings from the experience while Aya stiffened at human contact naturally. Omi returned the first aid box to its rightful place and located his wallet in the room he’d been sleeping in earlier. He returned to the front of the house with Aya. “I guess I’ll be going now. I found my wallet.”

“Do you wanna call your parents first and tell them you’ll be coming home?”

“I’m not going home.”

Aya paled. “Oh...I thought...Well, why won’t you be?”

“I can’t. I’m not ready. I have a place to stay if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

“Okay, that’s good to know. Where exactly?”

“Down at the old industrial park. I know how to get into one of the abandoned warehouses. That’s where I slept last night.”

“What?” the redhead frowned in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that Omi appeared to have no qualms with sleeping in a rundown building. “You can’t do that.”

“I know I’m not supposed to but, I just make sure to watch out for the police and stuff.”

“No, I mean that you mustn’t. It’s dangerous there and cold. Please give me peace of mind by staying here.”

“No, you’ll call my parents. Or even worse, Yohji.”

“I promise I won’t. Not until you’re ready.”

Omi dragged the thought through his mind. “No. I’m leaving.” Aya bounded to the front door and threw himself across it. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Move out of my way.”
“I promise I’ll unplug all the phones and that way you’ll know I’m not conspiring against you.” The shorter boy rolled his eyes. “I know we don’t exactly get along but, I have a younger sister whose around your age. She ran away once after my parents divorced. She spent eight miserable days in God only knows what places before finally returning home. I wish I could’ve helped her the way I’m trying to help you. Please, don’t go.”

“Well, if it breaks your heart that damn much...” Omi caved. Actually, he was glad to be staying. Sleeping in an abandoned building wasn’t exactly glamourous and Nagi may not be there this time. The blonde felt that he’d made the right decision.

The night went on and the days piled up. A week went by and no one knew that Omi was being kept safe at the home of Aya Fujimiya. To keep them sane, the boy sent his parents a letter containing just four words, “Stop looking for me.” He earned his keep by making sure the house was clean. He even offered Aya some money as compensation the but, it was refused.


+++

Omi’s hiding place was almost found out when Yohji dropped by unexpectedly but, Aya managed to take him away from the house.

“Sorry Yohji, I was just leaving so...we can’t stay inside.”

“Oh, well where are you going?”

“Just to the park. I need some fresh air.”

“Why don’t we go to the one near my place?”

“Sure,” the redhead agreed. “I just need to get my shoes.” Aya shut the door behind him and quickly informed Omi that he had to leave. He grabbed a pair of shoes and exited the house.

At the park, Yohji and Aya walked rather slowly along the trail. “How come you haven’t been coming over?”

“I never came over much to begin with.”

“Yes, but now you and I are a couple. We should be spending more time together like I thought we were beginning to in the first week of our relationship.”

“Sorry. I’ll try to stop by more.”

“Good. I love you Aya.” The redhead inwardly sighed at that statement recalling the fact that he’d supposedly said the same thing to Omi. “I want to romance you and entice you. I want to arouse you...but, it’s hard to do that if you’re never around.” Aya blushed. Yohji was hitting that soft spot of his again. “Let’s go up to my apartment. I want us to be alone.”
“I dunno, I should probably get back home. I’ve got some cleaning to do.”

Yohji stopped in his tracks. “Have I scared you?”

Aya halted and turned around to face the other man. “No,” he said quietly.

“I’ll tell it to you again that I am madly in love with you. The feelings that I share for you are living, breathing and alive! Nothing compares, nothing! Because everything else is pale beside my desire for us to be together. If you are still hurt because you found out about Omi...well...”

“You should’ve told me,” Aya replied firmly. He was always torn between hating Omi for being one of his boyfriend’s love interests and hating Yohji for wanting to have his cake and eat it too.

“I didn’t think I needed to. I slept with him just one time and that was before you and I became exclusive. He was just a one night stand. I keep telling you that.” The younger man heard Yohji’s plea but, he couldn’t just block out everything that Omi had explained to him. He had to be objective. See every side.

“But, he told me all about how you used to spend time together and you took him out to dinner.”

“He’s gone isn’t he? What more proof do you need? Doesn’t that tell you that there was obviously nothing important going on between us?” Those words sort of made sense to Aya but, not quite. Yohji could tell that his lover was losing faith in him. “Look, I don’t know what kind of sob story that kid told you...in fact, I feel sorry for him.” Yohji began to fumble over his words with nervousness as he formulated an excuse. He figured putting a little innocent blame on himself might make his story more believable. “I mean, maybe somehow he just got the wrong impression. Yes, we spent time together but, only because I was hired by his parents to help look after the house while they were out of town. We had dinner at some cheap little place, as friends on one other occasion and ended up in bed that same night. So you see, this wasn’t some on going relationship,” Yohji shrugged. “But, when you think about it...to someone his age, I’m sure that seems like a lot. Teenagers think in dog years. One year is like an eternity to them and the one week that he and I sort of spent as friends must have felt like a month. I’m sorry he got hurt but, I really didn’t mean to mislead him.” Ironically part of that statement was true and Yohji felt a little true remorse while saying it. Aya detected the emotion and falsely assumed that the whole story was what Yohji was getting so emotional about.

“Relax, I believe you. You would never get this worked up over a lie.”

“Thank you,” Yohji said taking his boyfriend by the hands and bringing them up to his mouth. He kissed Aya’s knuckles. “Thank you for believing in me,” he sighed. “Let me take you to dinner. I’ll drop you back off at your place for a couple hours to get ready and then, I’ll pick you up again. How’s that sound?”

“Like a plan!”

As promised, Yohji took Aya back home. The redhead approached his front door slowly. All the mild hatred he had felt toward Omi was melting away. He no longer saw the blonde as a threat to he and Yohji’s relationship or a tart who he should be envious of. Aya felt only pity for the young man who he was tricked into believing was just all mixed up. [Poor boy,] Aya thought to himself. [He has given up so much for a love that never existed.] He entered the house to find Omi sitting in front of the television.

“Oh, hello Aya.”

“Hello.”

Omi frowned. “Why does your tone sound so different? Oh, don’t tell me that Yohji told you some more lies about me!”

“It’s not that. He took full responsibility.”

“Really?!” the younger boy became very attentive.

“Hai. Today he...he really opened up to me. He said he was sorry.”

“Wow. I wish he could have said that to me. I deserve it.”

“Well, Omi, the thing is...” Aya wondered if he should try to explain what he now accepted as what truly happened between Yohji and the blonde boy. But, Omi had already suffered so much anguish lately. It would just crush him to hear that he and Yohji’s relationship had all been a fantasy. The redhead just couldn’t inflict that sort of pain on him. After all, one of the reasons he was looking after Omi was because he saw his sister in the boy’s eyes. It comforted him to be able to rescue Omi the way he couldn’t rescue the younger girl. “I’m going out to dinner tonight.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll order you a pizza before I leave.”

“Great.”

+++

Aya walked out to Yohji’s car as it pulled up. He climbed inside and leaned over for a quick kiss that Yohji intended to make a long one. “Let me breath, would you?” Aya teased.

“Fine, fine...let’s go eat.” They arrived at the restaurant and were seated promptly. Aya opened his menu and tried to read it. “Don’t worry about that, I’m ordering for the both of us. It’s wonderful, it’s a house specialty. You like your steak medium rare don’t you?” The redhead nodded.

Aya was impressed when not only a steak but a lobster came floating by on a plate that landed at his table. Yohji loved to show people a good time at this restaurant and the steak and lobster dinner always made his guests happy.

After dinner, they slipped out of the restaurant locking arms as they retrieved the car. “That was really great Yohji.”

“It’d be even greater if you spent the night at my place.”

“Not tonight. It’s getting late and I have to get up early in the morning.”

“So, get up early at my house.”

“It’s not that simple. If we go to your place we’ll end up...”

“End up what? Having a good time?” Yohji grinned.

“Yes, and it’ll leave me brain dead from lack of sleep.”

“Okay, you win.”

+++

Aya waved goodbye as he fumbled with the keys to get into the house. It was dark and the porch light had burned making it impossible to see which key was which so he just rang the doorbell instead. Omi came to answer it. “Omi, it’s me, Aya. I can’t find my key.” The boy let him in. “Arigatou. Did I wake you? You look tired.”

“Not really. I had just gotten in bed before I heard the door. You look tired too.”

“I’m stuffed. You know how eating makes people sleepy.” Aya noticed that the younger boy was sort of dreamily smirking to himself now. “What’s up with you? What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing, I was just thinking about the time...” Omi hesitated. He was about to mention the time Yohji took him to that posh restaurant and spoiled him. But, he didn’t want to make waves by mentioning the man’s name, especially after the man had supposedly taken responsibility for their relationship as of late. So, Omi made his way around it. “...the last time I went to dinner. It was at this place I’d never been and I couldn’t read the menu. Someone else ended up ordered for me.”

“Sounds almost like my night,” Aya smiled. “What did they end up ordering for you?”

“A steak dinner.”

“Me too.”

“Yeah, but mine came with lobster too.” Aya froze in thought. “I was really glad my friend ordered for me. I might have accidentally ordered sheep brains or something if I hadn’t been helped out.”

“Who was it that you went to dinner with again?”

“Just a friend from school.”

“Expensive taste for teenagers.”

“Yeah,” Omi replied shallowly.

Aya’s mind raced with the memory of Yohji telling him that he’d taken Omi someplace cheap not the opposite. He started feeling like the boy was a threat again now that there was some proof of legitimacy to Omi’s claims. The taller man started to misdirect his anger. “Why are you lying?!”

“What?”

“Why don’t you just say it was with Yohji? If you’re not gonna be honest about this how do I know that all that other shit you told me was for real too?!”

“What’s gotten into you?”

Aya couldn’t possibly explain that Yohji had done something so unoriginal and pathetic as to take him to the same restaurant he’d delighted a seventeen year old boy with. Furthermore, he’d taken Omi there first to saturate his embarrassment. Well, he wasn’t gonna be the only one feeling like a fool. It was Omi’s turn!

“You know, I’ve been thinking. If the story really goes as you say it does; Yohji told you he loved you and stuff then, why was he able to leave you so quickly?!”

“I told you why. He’s a selfish jerk. Besides, I thought you said he owned up to all the things I told you.”

“Well, not exactly,” Aya snapped. “I know how the friendship may have seemed to you but—,”

“It wasn’t just a friendship.”

“Omi listen, I know how kids like you think.” The younger boy winced in dismay at that statement. “You think that a day is forever and a kiss means ‘I love you’. Well, that’s not the way it works between adults and all of the things you told me about I’m sure were very real to you but, they weren’t to Yohji. I’m sure you were impressed that he took you to dinner and may have seemed interested in you but, the truth of the matter is that you blew things way out of proportion.” The red haired man had a hard time looking Omi in the eye during his speech. “I’m not calling you a liar, I just think you got caught in the moment. It happens to a lot of young people, especially when an older partner is involved. The younger one gets burned.”
“Look, I may be young and I may be naive and gullible and purely stupid at times but, I know that what Yohji and I had was beyond a friendship. Anyone could tell!”

“Just because you slept together one time does not make you more than friends or friends at all, just acquaintances.”

“It happened nearly twice in my bed and other time in his. You do the math, if you come up with one again, next time I’ll help you count.” Aya’s bottom lip was visibly beginning to quiver. “I knew it was a bad idea to stay here. All I’ve done is made myself target practice for a lover scorned. You have this unconditional need to defend your boyfriend despite anything I could tell you. Now that’s a naive thing to do. To be unwilling to look your own villain in the face. I don’t need to be an adult to understand that.”

“Whatever,” Aya hissed and stormed off to his room.

With fury coursing through his body, Omi gathered his things and left the Fujimiya home with not so much as a ‘good bye’. He was tired of his identity being dragged through the mud and being denied the chance to speak to the man who’d complicated it all. It was a break-through to finally be knocking at Yohji’s door again. The older man opened up and swallowed hard at the site of the angry young man in front of him. “Hey there.”

“Hi asshole,” said Omi as he breezed his way into the apartment. “Shut the door, would you. I don’t want to embarrass you in front of the neighbors...well, actually I wouldn’t mind doing so but, I’ll be nice just this once. We need to get a thing or two straight.”

“Omi, I have been so worried. Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over with your parents and your friends then...you wrote that letter instructing us to stop.”

“Oh, my parents actually let you come along for the ride?”

“At first, yeah. We worked together in harmony but, then the letter came.”

“And?”

“Well, it suggested that you knew we were looking for you. But, you couldn’t have known unless you’d had contact with someone from the group who was helping to find you. They assumed that I was the one who had told you and that I was hiding you in my apartment or something. They accused me of trying to lead them astray and called the whole search off.” Omi rose an eyebrow as if he could care less. “But, oh goodness me,” Yohji breathed as he put his arms around the smaller boy. “I’ve hardly slept a wink since you’ve been missing.”

“I don’t wanna hear that.” Omi’s body was limp and unresponsive to Yohji’s embrace.

“I’m totally sorry. Concerning everything, I apologize for being such a jerk lately.”

“Oh really?” Omi asked sarcastically.

“Of course. I didn’t realize that you didn’t have a place to stay the night you came to me. If I had only listened to what you had to say that night, I would’ve known.”

“Look, I just came here to tell you that you don’t have to worry about me ruining the life you’re trying to lead with Aya anymore. But, it would have done a world of good if you had just been honest with me in the first place instead of just stringing me along until your new pal became available.”

“Omi, you don’t know how many times I have thought that over in my head. Realizing and admitting to myself that I laid out plans for us and then ripped them all apart without once considering your feelings. I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me.”

“Good, because I do. And I’m glad that you’ve realized and admitted all this stuff to yourself but, it’s still a lie if you don’t inform other people; in fact leading them to believe something else entirely.”

“What do you mean?”

“You basically told Aya that I was just some love sick kid who went on a platonic dinner date with you then, stripped off my clothes and fucked you for lack of a more subtle way to express my feelings for you. None of that happened! What did happen is that you threw me away like a piece of junk. And regardless of the fact of whether or not I was ever really your boyfriend, as your friend you should’ve been there for me when saw how desperately I needed your help! You are a user, Yohji Kudou!”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Bull shit! You say a lot of fucking things!!!” the blonde exclaimed with fury. “So, guess what? I’m tired of listening. And just so you don’t try to make any other excuses or try to make me think that I’ve got the story all wrong...I got my information from Aya, who I’ve been living with all the while.” Yohji looked like he was about to say something. “But, don’t fret. I haven’t ruined him. He’s still eager to hear and accept any form of crap you have to say. In other words, good luck to you both; forever and ever, just like you wanted,” said the blonde’s smug voice.

“You act like I was planning to marry Aya all along and was only keeping you out of boredom. I didn’t know something was gonna spark between me and him. It was spontaneous, I don’t even know where the relationship is going,” Yohji claimed in his own defense.

“You don’t even know where the relationship is going?! You mean you dumped a my ass just behind impulse?! So what then, are you just gonna do the same thing to him? Perhaps you just have a fetish for having sex with heterosexuals. Hmmm...? Well, do you?”

“Let’s not do this.”

“Answer the question.”
“Is it fun to know that I can get straight guys to bend the rules a little bit? Yeah. But...”

“But, nothing. You’re just a pervert who preys on straight boys and tries to make them into perverts too.”

“No, it was a coincidence that I became involved with two respective virgins. I didn’t plan it! I don’t do those things.”

“Of course you do. You taught me all of those disgusting things and made me think it was alright only so that you could humiliate me in the end!”

“Please, don’t say that. I know how things ended up but, what we did was brilliant.”

“It was Vile! And I let you put your foul hands all over me! I let you do things to me,” Omi began to tear up from the memories made in vain. “No, come near me! You FAGGOT!!!” the boy cried. “I regret it all. I regret it! I regret it! I regret YOU!”

Yohji got on his knees just as emotional and began to beg while taking Omi’s hands into his own. “No, don’t say those things.” The older man intertwined there fingers and kissed Omi’s wrists before resting his forehead on them. “This is all my fault. All your anguish is behind me but, please don’t tell me you regret any of it. It was done out of love.”

“And ended up in deceit,” the younger man growled. “I regret every last bit of you.”

“No...”

“Regret, regret, regret! And it feels good to say it to you. I feel like I’m being relieved of that horrible mistake!” The boy could feel warm liquid on his fists that meant Yohji was crying. “Why are you crying? Nobody lied to you. Nobody hurt you.”

“It’s ‘cause I’m sorry, baby. And you’re wrong,” began the older boy as he looked up. “I did get hurt. I’m hurting right now. But, I did it to myself. Even when I tried to own up to everything I just ended up lying and telling more lies to cover up the old ones but, right now I’m being absolutely truthful. I’ll tell anyone who asks...that I am guilty of deception and cold-heartedness and the destruction of something that I really wanted but was too afraid to hold. The very, very truth is that I never meant to let you go but, I got scared.”

“Typical...”

“Really! You meant the world to me but, I’d been carrying a flame for Aya for so long...I thought I’d be a fool to just have that opportunity slip away from me. And most of all because Aya is safe and his soul is too disconnected from the world to ever hurt me. He lives but, he isn’t alive. He gets close but, he could never get as close to me as you were getting, close enough for me to make a fool out of myself over love. That happened to me once when I was just a little older than you. I swore it would never happen again. All I had to do was keep short term relationships, not long ones. Ya know, so I wouldn’t get attached. But, jumping around gets so tiring and lonely. So, when Aya came along...”

Omi looked down with understanding eyes and finished Yohji’s thought. “It was okay to give in ‘cause he was the only person who could never wound you. It isn’t in him. He’s too cold.”

“Yeah,” Yohji breathed. “ Pretty stupid, huh?”

Omi shook his head, “No,” he said quietly.

“I kept telling myself and him that staying with you would be settling but...settling was really me staying with him.”

The younger boy never imagined having a conversation so deep.