Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Unsinnige Spiele (Foolish Games) ❯ Chapter 2
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.1K | Status: Completed
you were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair
you were, fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
besides some comment on the weather
Once they had disappeared from his sight Aya slipped from the windowsill. He moved quietly through the dark room, taking his sweater and pants off and neatly placing them in the spot for used clothes. Dressed in the robe he usually wore around his apartment he then sat on his bed and polished the blade of his katana. That task always used to give him some kind of peace of mind. Not this time though... Just looking at the sword brought up the memory of viridian eyes, sweeping over him with their typical lazy gaze.
With a low growl he abruptly smacked the blade down beside him. Oh, he hated with a vengeance how the expression in those dark eyes changed when coming to rest on a mature female. That assessing, caressing, undressing look lingering on every woman over eighteen that sailed into the flowershop. He felt like killing each and every one of them!
He jumped up and irritably paced the room. He was obsessed. Like he'd been obsessed with avenging his sister. Obsessed with killing Takatori for killing his parents and putting his sister into a coma. Obsessed with taking down Schwarz for taking his sister when he'd thought they were safe at last. Only that this new obsession had nothing to do with pure, innocent, brotherly love...
At the thump on his door he spun around, staring at the door, heart suddenly leaping into his throat. He had come! Maybe...
"He, Aya! Open up! I know you're awake!"
His voice... slurring the words. He was drunk, or high, or both. Aya gritted his teeth. In a fluent move he was by the door and opened it. He scanned the man leaning on his doorframe with one brief look, taking in the darker than usual eyes, the tousled hair, the overall slightly dishevelled apperance. Then he quickly turned and fled into the dark safety of his apartment, although it looked more like a cold retreat, like he icily turned his back. It fit his reputation perfectly. "What do you want?" he demanded curtly.
"Raindrops knocking on your window keeping you awake?" The tone was soft, silken.
Aya held his breath, swallowed, throat suddenly tight, unable to utter a single word. No, I've waited for you to come home, idiot! He stared at Yohji and waited. Waited for the smug comment that would voice his thought in a mocking question - so he'd just have to nod...
"It sure coming down, huh? Raining cats and dogs all night..."
Aya stared at Yohji, amethyst eyes slightly narrowed. That's all? That is all?!? He didn't say it. Couldn't. Silently he searched the other's face for some hint, some certain expression. But there was only the usual lazy playboy-grin and the shimmer of drunkenness in his green eyes. He turned away. A moment later he heard the click of the door and then him coming up from behind. He closed his eyes and his body tensed in anticipation of the touch - but it was only wishful thinking. Yohji merely passed by him, close enough to touch, and leaned against the wall by the window, looking out into the rain. Violet eyes slowly opened and fixed on the other's back.
"Aww, look at this shit..."
The voice sent a shiver down his spine, even though it was slurred by the effects of alcohol or more, but maybe... just because of that... But it didn't really matter what he said anyway - it was not important as long as nothing was said that he really wanted to hear. The voice alone would do for now. And the fact that he was here... Not forced, not on a mission, but because he wanted to be...
"I bet tomorrow's not gonna be any better... Damn... I wanted to cruise in my convertible... I need, I want sunshine for that..." etc... etc...
Aya closed his eyes again. Trying to hang on to just being satisfied with hearing his voice, with him being close. But he couldn't help but register the worthless trash that spilled from Yohji's mouth. And it was driving him crazy! A pained expression crossed his face, the mask of indifference slipping, as those stupid comments on the weather echoed in his ears, mocking him in his need to hear something else, something... more important...
He didn't really notice when Yohji stopped talking, the silence just hit him all of a sudden. His eyes snapped open and he found a jade gaze fixed on his face. Irritably his flame red brows drew together as he caught himself unable to return the scrutiny with his typical icy glare.
"Maybe I better go... You don't look so good..."
It sounded sincere... and so full of brotherly concern. ARGH!!! He could've slapped him! Didn't he see? No! He better didn't... Abruptly he turned away from the intense stare, something he never did... He never avoided another's eyes, never wavered, never faltered... never showed weakness...
He heard him leave. The door closed. He was alone.
Heh... Aya didn't look so good? Well, Yohji wasn't feeling so good either...
Slowly he made his way down the stairs again, still fighting the spinning world for it to keep still for a moment - at least until he was back in his apartment and safely on his bed. But of course the world didn't give a damn. On top of that he was starting to feel sick to his stomach from all this spinning. Man, this would be one heck of a night...
As soon as he was in his apartment he dashed into the bathroom and hugged the toilet. Fuck! The next half hour or so Yohji spent with puking his insides out. But better getting it all out of his system now than waiting for the hang-over. Finally he dared to move away from the toilet and crept over to his bed, pulling himself onto it and curling up on his side. Some hours of sleep and he'd be good as new...
But still sleep wouldn't come easily. The visit to Aya's apartment had only made it worse actually...
He'd acted rather strange... Yohji was used to Aya being silent. But avoiding his eyes like that? What was wrong with the most cold-hearted assassin he'd ever encountered in his career? And that expression... Wait... Expression? There hardly ever was any kind of expression on Aya's face! At least not when not either his sister or Sakura were around... Or someone he hated...
Yohji sighed and squeezed his eyes shut. His mind was reeling. He couldn't think straight. He was halluzinating. Yeah, that must be it... He hadn't been to Aya's apartment. He hadn't seen anything unusual about the red haired assassin. Right. He'd been asleep all along after all. And soon he'd wake up with a terrible headache... Ugh...