Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Unsinnige Spiele (Foolish Games) ❯ Chapter 3
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 842 | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
you were always brilliant in the morning
smoking your cigarettes, and talking over coffee
you're philosophies on art, baroque moved you
you loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
as I clumsily strummed my guitar
Aya woke from an uneasy sleep, finding the bedsheets wrapped around him from his tossing and turning. With a grunt he threw the tangled sheets off him and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cold, but he barely felt it. He was too cold inside to register a minor detail like that.
Cold indeed... He shivered. Hugging himself he sank back onto his side, curling up in a fetal position. So cold... Cold from an emotional point of view... Emotions other than concern for a team mate or brother in arms. He'd never thought he'd feel so cold, for he usually was the cold one, making others freeze inside.
After a long moment Aya sat up again, determined. Mission impossible. Perfect. He'd die trying. But until then it would keep him going.
He washed up and got dressed in his typical meticulous manner, picked up his katana on which he had to fix something, then left for the flowershop. Like usual he'd have breakfast with Omi and Ken in the small kitchen before Omi had to leave for school, then work his morning shift together with Ken, then have another coffee when Yohji finally showed up. He anticipated and dreaded these mid-mornings. Even more so now... After Yohji had been so casual last night. So... insensitive...
"Good morning, Aya-kun!" Omi's cheerful voice. "Breakfast's ready!"
He rounded the corner and stepped into the kitchen - and stopped short.
"Morning." Silken voice. Sending a shiver down his spine. Aya stared at him as if seeing a ghost.
"Oh right.. Ken's down with the flu," Omi chattered on. "And I gotta go..." he glanced at his watch "...right now! Oh @#%&*!!! I'm gonna be late! See ya!"
For a long moment absolute silence dominated the room. Finally Aya forced his body into motion. With his typical cool air of royal dignity he passed by Yohji, who was lounging on his chair, and helped himself to some coffee. Then he turned to the window, leaning against the wall beside it, put the katana on the sill and sipped on his coffee. Hot, strong, black, the way he liked it - the way he needed it right now.
"You okay? Sorry if I kept you up last night. I wasn't quite myself.."
He chuckled and it hurt so bad. Aya heard him exhale, blue smoke drifted past him and out the open window.
"Come on, sit down. You know... you never struck me as the kind of guy with ants in his pants, but on the other hand - I never see you quietly sit. You're always on edge, huh?"
Aya didn't turn around, didn't want to face him. It was already asking too much to quietly listen. With forced calm he set down his mug and grabbed his katana. Only the knuckles, white from the hard but controlled grip, showed the tension. Without looking at Yohji he sat at the table, back to the other and pulled the blade from its saya.
"We're spending so much time on that stuff in the evening and at night... you really should find something else to do during the day. A 'normal' hobby. People will look at you funny when you're always playing with a sword..."
Aya clenched his teeth. He'd never thought he'd hear such crap from Yohji... With each word the lanky playboy made it harder and harder for him to even consider talking about what was on his mind. Like hell he would take someone laughing about him! Especially not him... He took the soft stone and carefully sharpened the blade, in a strict pattern, a monotonous, soothing task. Even more than the polishing this usually helped him finding his resting point. Despite outside influences. But not today...
"Hey! Have you been to that new museum yet?" He lighted a new cigarette and took more coffee. "I swear... the hottest chicks! If you're turned on by them playing all intellectual... that's the place to go! I tell ya..." He whistled appreciatively and took a pull from his cig.
Stopping in his task Aya closed his eyes. His fingers clenched around the sharpening stone, around the hilt of the katana. Abruptly he stood and without looking back he stormed from the room, leaving a rather surprised Yohji behind.
Damn... what the hell is wrong with that guy? Yohji had seen Aya in many moods, cool, calm, collected, uncaring, indifferent - or irritable, mad, furious, even in a fit of seemingly uncontrolled rage. But never so... so... He couldn't even quite put his finger on it. But it was definitely something he'd never seen on him. Some kind of angry nervousness. It was disturbing...
And exciting somehow...
A slow grin spread on Yohji's face as he came to a conclusion. This might actually be fun...