Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ The More Things Change ❯ The More Things Change ( One-Shot )

Category: Angst, Drama, Shounen ai
Rating: R
Pairings: Aya + Yoji
Spoilers: Episode 16 when the guys are called into the service of Kritiker again.
Warnings: None really.
Feedback: C&C, if you want
Notes: Don't hate me for not going lemon at the end. This is a sequel to: Life As We Know It (thus this is a non-Gluhen story). You can find that story at wuffie.net, fanfiction.net if they haven't pulled it. And I guess I should put the old stuff on mediaminer so folks there can read it. It's told in Yoji's point of view.

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz is the property of Project Weiss, Koyasu Takehito, Anime Works, and others (of which I'm not included). This is written for entertainment purposes.

I knew he'd never write. I honestly don't know why Omi bothered. But then again I knew a lot more than Omi did anyway. For instance, I knew why he disguised that slight limp when he packed up his porsche and made for parts unknown after Takatori's death. That was me. I concealed my smile to all but Ran that day. He glared (but only half-heartedly), then he was gone.

The address he gave Omi when he arrived at his new home was a post office box to a village two towns over from where he was really living. Weiss was no more because as far as we knew, Kritiker was no more. With Shuuichi Takatori dead and gone along with most of the Takatori clan, there was nothing for us to do really. Omi stayed in school at one of the small campus dormitories. Ken found a place not far from the flowershop and got a part time job as a soccer coach. I guess the parents of all those chibis thought he was worth paying a small stipend to. I found a place and put up an unofficial shingle as a private detective. Hey, it's all I know how to do. Well that along with killing and putting together a simple flower arrangement.

I flirted plenty but didn't really date anyone. My heart just wasn't in it. I know I hadn't promised 'Mr. I-Only-Need-My-Sister-And-No-One-Else' any real commitment, but I had one to him anyway. When my caring for you goes beyond sex, look out, because you're stuck with me whether you want to be or not. Asuka found that out and someday Ran will too.

So needless to say, I found out where Ran really went. It wasn't so difficult to do. It was just a matter off following a paper trail. I found out which hospital Aya Fujimiya was transferred to and took it from there. I staked out her room and followed Ran home from one of his hospital visits.

He was working in construction. Something I never really envisioned him doing. It's not that I didn't think he could handle the physical labor, but I just imagined him doing something less exhausting. Maybe he thought of this as a way to work out his frustrations, or wear that sexy body down in some sort of pentitance. Whatever the reason, he looked damn sexy in those work clothes. Something to file away in my wanking fantasies.

I didn't approach him because I knew he'd be less than thrilled to see me. He wanted a clean break with Weiss and all of us. As much as I'd like to think sticking my tongue down his throat would change that thought, I knew better. When Aya is pissed, nothing sways the guy. Not even a good shag. If he knew I found him so easily, remember he's telling Omi he lived in a completely different township, he'd only disappear and make it as close to impossible to find him the next time.

No, I went back home, kept myself busy following cheating lovers for a living, so I could jerk off to the image of Aya as construction worker at night.

I hadn't thought about Asuka in a long time. I thought I had finally gotten past it, when my dick, like a divining rod, sought a woman who looked so much like Asuka that it hurt.

I guess it was my idea to bring her to Villa Weiss, I don't remember. I remembered she felt really good in my arms, even with that vague uneasy feeling in the back of the brain (in my head, not parts lower) that this was wrong. I was hurting too many people at that moment... Asuka's memory, Aya's trust, my sanity maybe. When I was sure she was sleep, I went outside to think.

They say smoking is bad for your health and never were truer words spoken. I felt my wire go around my throat as Kyoko, my Asuka look-alike tried to do me in. I thought about surrendering to the pull that was cutting off air to my lungs. It would have been the final irony. I've killed Asuka in my dreams often enough it's only fair she'd want to respond in kind. Yet, I couldn't do it. Self-preservation kicked in. That, and help from a strange guy lurking in the woods with a paper airplane. Great, I have a fan club.

Coming back to the mission room in Koneko was strange. I'm not sure why I went back there. It was like a magnet calling me back to the flowershop. Back to the past. Seeing Ken there was not much of a surprise but seeing Aya certainly was. Of course he wouldn't look at me. Or answer any of Ken's questions. So I decided to tell them of my wild weekend.

Ken nodded his head, his eyes telling me he wanted to interrupt my story to tell me something important. Aya pretended like he wasn't listening but I knew he was. His expression changed subtly as I told them of taking Kyoko to Villa Weiss. I would love to think that was jealousy in that look. But I know he was just pissed off period. The tension of the room rose by leaps and bounds until Omi came to join the party.

Schrient. It's hard to keep a group of wacked out chicks down, I guess. Then two strangers ... one mildly familiar walked into our little pity party. What was this Grand Central Station?

None of us wanted to be doing this crap again. Didn't we kill enough people for Kritiker in the past? But girls are being burned alive. That's intolerable. Okay so I don't sleep with women anymore unless they have a passing enough resemblence to my old partner and lover Asuka, but it doesn't mean I don't respect other women. Although truth be told, I'm on this mission because Aya took the assignment.

His reasons for taking the assignment were all wrong, of course. He took it because he assumed Aya-chan would be there. I knew she wouldn't be. Anyone with half a brain would have figured that out. The MO was all wrong. These crazies were kidnapping school girls who were on their way to either school or home. Aya-chan was in a coma, I seriously doubt they'd tie up a comatose girl to a stake and burn her alive. There would be no thrill of hearing shrieks of pain. Knowing this however, I knew better than to tell Ran that. He would have kicked my ass. Although I like to provoke a reaction of out people, that wouldn't have been the reaction I wanted.

Damn, who knew it would be so damn easy to do this again. The guy I killed wasn't evil just stupidly misguided, but my wire around his neck stringing him up like a slaughtered chicken at an outdoor market was just too easy. There was no hesitation and certainly no regret. Have we killed to the point that none of it matters anymore?

No Aya-chan. No surprise, well at least to me. But Ran's face ... I couldn't look at him for long. The pain there was too much for me ... so I knew it had to be hell for him. We went back to the flowershop in silence.

It was funny how we all knew that if we killed once, we were sucked back into the Kritiker machine. Omi and Ken started setting up the flowershop again. Well we were back in business weren't we? No sooner had we gotten settled did Birman and Botan arrive again with another assignment. No rest for the wicked, I suppose. Teenagers are spontaneously combusting. What was it about assignments dealing with immolation? Nothing turns a stomach faster than the smell of burning flesh and here were two back to back cases of that. This time around Aya wasn't fooled and didn't want to play anymore. Ken made a half-hearted appeal. I know I probably should have, but I couldn't. Maybe he was right, this wouldn't get him to his sister faster. All these cases looked like they would do is break his spirit.

When Aya left, Botan assured us he would talk with him. I almost laughed in his face. He obviously had never tried to talk to Aya about anything before. Well he'd learn soon enough.

I'll be damned. Aya turned up with Botan to the lab. We arrived in time to see Botan die. My wire stopped the guard who was about to kill Aya. The fight I remember very little of. Running away from the explosion with me supporting Aya as we ran was the last thing I remembered.

I threw my keys to Ken and told him to take seven back to shop. I pushed an arguing Aya into the passenger side of his porsche, taking his keys so I could drive us home.

The drive was subdued. Aya was moody.

"What's wrong?" I finally asked when the silence was too oppressive.

"He didn't have to do that," Aya said in a low voice. "Botan. He jumped in front of that guard who tried to shoot me. He died because of me. He didn't need to do that."

A road I've been down many times in the past when I think of Asuka. "He did that of his own free will. Don't add it to your list of why the world must hate you," I said. "If I were there I might have done the same." Maybe not. I would have used my wire and it would have been a non-issue.

He was giving me a look. It's been months and my mental dictionary of Aya Fujimiya looks were a bit rusty. "What?"

He held the look for a moment longer before turning away and saying, "Nothing."

We pulled up to the Koneko. I was relieved to see seven parked without a scratch on her. I offered to help Aya, I could see he was injured, but in standard Fujimiya fashion, he ignored me and staggered into the shop, heading up the stairs to his room.

I grabbed the first aid kit and headed to his room. He didn't look up as I walked in uninvited with kit in hand. He merely stood there, slowing pulling off his coat.

He finally looked up at me. "I don't think you'll need the kit, Yoji," he said with a weary voice. "I want a shower, I smell like ..." he suddenly stopped.

He didn't have to finish the sentence. I knew what he smelled like. I smelled that way too. We smelled of death. "Okay, I'll check your injuries after you get out of the shower."

Aya shook his head and held out a hand. "Come with me."

Together we went to the bathroom stripping out of our clothes. You know it has to be love if I'm standing in a shower, just helping Aya to wash. He's washing his hair and I have a washcloth rubbing off the dirt, sweat and blood from Aya's body. I would have washed his hair but long ago I discovered he's ticklish when you wash his hair. Since he likes to show no signs of squirming weakness, I was never allowed to touch his hair like that again.

I then proceeded to wash my hair while Aya returned the favor of efficiently washing the death away from my body.

Once clean, we towelled ourselves off and headed back to his room. He was right. His injuries were minimal, but I still placed a bandage here or there. Once I'd finished with the bandaging, Aya walked over to the bed, pulling back the covers and removing the towel around his waist. He climbed beneath the covers and gave me the 'well, are you joining me?' look. The hentai in me smiled, but I knew again, this would not be what it appeared to be.

I dropped my towel, walked over to the bed and got in. I reached over to turn the light out, and as I settled, Aya moved closer to place his head on my chest. My arms slipped around him, stroking his back.

"I don't want anything tonight," he said.

"I figured that out," I replied, with a small smile on my face.

"I don't want to think," Aya said with a weary sigh.

"By the power invested in me, you will have no thoughts," I said waving a hand over his head, before running my hand through his hair softly.

He snorted, "I wish you did have that power."

I went back to stroking his back, listening for his breathing to even out. Soon it did. I tried to empty my mind of thoughts as well. Hn. I wished I also had that power to grant oblivion. But I didn't worry about that too much, because here I was with the one I needed back in my arms again. That thought was enough to lure me to sleep.

Owari

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Date posted here: November 29, 2002