Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Unsinnige Spiele (Foolish Games) ❯ Chapter 4
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst / Romance | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 09.14.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 608 | Visits: 998 | Status: Completed
these foolish games are tearing me apart
and your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
you're breaking my heart
The morning shift with Yohji was pure torture. Watching the viridian eyes glaze over when ever a lady walked in the shop was even harder to bear than the stupid crap he spilled. What was it about that guy anyway?!? He talked a hell lot of trash. He was a major pain in the ass most of the time. And he was dead straight!
Aya snorted and turned his thoughts back to the bouquet he was working on. Deep red roses in an arrangement with white baby breath and deep emerald fern. When he had it finished he wrapped the flowers into cellophane and handed them to the waiting man.
"Oh! She'll love it! I just know it! Thank you so much!"
Aya bent over the cash register and rolled his eyes. When he looked up at the customer to collect the money he caught a glance from Yohji. An odd smile and a wink was what he got before he quickly turned away. He swallowed.
"Hmm... So, you know what women want, huh?"
Aya started at the low voice so close to him. His head snapped up as Yohji passed by him, carrying a pot to the back.
"Are you so feminine that you know instinctively?"
The low chuckle made his skin tingle. "Are you?" Aya snapped back, surprising himself.
Yohji raised an eyebrow. Slowly he set the large pot on the counter and leaned on its rim. He shook his head, smirking. "Oh no! I am with so many women that I know from experience. Now, that is totally different. Not that you'd ever know..." He winked at the seething redhead, then turned to casually complete his task of putting away the pot.
Aya gritted his teeth. Why? Why him of all living beings?!? His hands unconsciously clenched into fists at his sides. But it wasn't really anger that burnt within. No. It was the pain of being torn apart and broken into pieces. And that damn idiot didn't even know. Or he knew and played some cruel game with him...
And he let him... he played along....
Now he was sure. There was definitely something going on with Aya - and it had something to do with him. Yohji thought about that a little more while he stowed the pot away, then leaned on the working counter in the back room and lighted a cigarette.
And the longer he thought, the more fantastic his thoughts became, the more he found himself rushing on in this train of thought, getting into it deeper and deeper - and getting more and more excited about it!
"Ah shit!" The burning ash of his cigarette searing his fingers abruptly ended his fantasies. He shook his head, not believing for himself where his thoughts had gone.
Yohji pushed himself off the counter to walk back into the store. Looking at Aya's back as he entered the room he caught himself wondering if he was really so far off in his suspicion... Could it be?
"You stink."
The rude comment, stated in a cold and even tone, had Yohji raise an eyebrow, then he shook his head once more. No. Can't be. No way. He shrugged and smiled candidly at Aya. "I had a cig in the back room. So? Sue me."
He laughed at the glare he got, but frowned when Aya looked away quickly. Or can it?
After a moment he shrugged. Maybe he was right, maybe not. He'd have to play a little game to find out...