Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Voids ❯ Chapter 2

"Omi?" Ken asked, peering into the younger boy's room.

"Hai, Ken-kun?" The blonde shifted his weight, sending his computer chair backwards. Manx had made sure he had a computer so he could work. He watched the soccer player.

The brunette stepped into the room and crossed to Omi's bed and sat down. "Is this world much different from yours?" Ken has wanted someone to talk to. Both Aya and Yohji didn't seem in the mood to talk to anyone so he had come to find Omi.

The youngest member of Weiß thought for a moment. "Not really. There are a few differences, like with people, but nothing too big. That whole gun thing is the biggest." On Omi's world, guns had not been invented. Crossbows were the preferred from of projectile. "What about yours?"

Ken shook his head. "I haven't noticed anything yet." He paused, shifting his gaze to Omi's computer. He smiled. "It is weird though. I feel like I belong here." Then he shook his head again. "I still can't get over the whole codename coincidence. I mean, my codename was Siberian, Aya's was Abyssian, yours on your archery team was Bombay, and Yohji's was Balinese. All cat breeds."

Omi laughed. "Yeah, that was weird. Mine wasn't even supposed to be related to the cat breed. It was for the city. Someone thought it was funny and it stuck. But, I like it better now. A cat. All of use codenamed after cats." Both of them laughed. When they quieted, Omi spoke again, "I know how you feel. I feel like I belong here too. You would think that on another world, you would feel out of place. I don't. I wonder about Aya-kun and Yohji-kun though."

The former soccer player nodded. "I know what you mean. There is something about Yohji and Aya that bothers me. It's like I can trust them to cover my back but I can't trust them with anything else."

The archer turned and hit a few keys on the computer. "Manx sent profiles for everyone but, the most detailed are theirs. He motioned Ken over. "Yohji-kun and Aya-kun were both headed for suicide when Manx showed up to get them."

"So we have to keep an eye on them?" He groaned inwardly at the idea of babysitting the older members of Weiß.

The blonde shook his head. "No. They have to handle this their way. None of us were forced to come here and we aren't forced to stay. I doubt either of them will leave but they need to deal with whatever it is that is bothering them."

"Bothering would be an understatement, wouldn't it?" Ken received a nod. There was another silence stretched between them. A thoughtful silence. Then Ken ventured a question that was bugging him ever since this morning. "Why did Aya attack Yohji like that?"

"I don't know. I'm assuming that Aya's Yohji did something to him. It would make sense."

"I've never met any of you before on my world." Ken was glad too. He didn't want a reason not to trust any of them.

"Neither have I." Omi turned off his computer. "Manx mentioned to me something about a trail mission. She told me to wait until everyone was settled in. I guess we should give Aya and Yohji a few days."

Ken felt a laughing smile creep on to his face. "Assassins working in a flower shop." He watched Omi smile at the idea. "It is a really good cover but still..." He shook his head, smiling. It was an odd idea, one that might save their lives more than once.

"Weiß. Ruthless assassins by night. Mild mannered flower shop attendants by day." Omi and Ken burst into laughter.

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Deft hands unwrapped the tattered cloth from around the sheathed katana quickly. The blade, a journal, and a picture were all Aya had left of his life before Weiß. He picked up his katana, grasping it just below the hilt. Violet eyes shifted to the small, framed photo on his dresser.

"Aya-chan..." he spoke sadly as he picked it up with his free hand. The photo was of him and his sister. She was sixteen when the photo was taken. Both of them were smiling. It was something he missed, the ability to smile so freely and her smile. Aya-chan could make even the grumpiest old man smile.

He set the photo back down and walked from the room. Manx had shown them a dojo where the attic should have been. Aya walked in darkness towards the stairs that led up. There was a light but he preferred to keep it off. He moved quietly up to the next floor and into the corridor that ran past the dojo towards the roof exit.

The lights in the dojo were off, Aya noticed, as he stepped into the doorway to the dojo. There, her froze.

Yohji stood towards the opposite side of the room, close to the skylight and the large picture window in the far wall. Moonlight spilled in through the glass, casting rays of silver over the lean body as it moved through a slow pattern. Yohji guided his lanky limbs through several fluid movements before taking a moment to pause. He readied himself for a brief moment before the blonde launched himself at several invisible attackers.

Aya watched the toned muscle glide effortlessly beneath tanned skin. The wrapping was the same but the package wasn't. The red head continued to watch the blonde. He couldn't' shake the feeling that his world's Kudoh was the same as this one.

"I'm not him," Yohji spoke quietly. He had stopped his training, his back to the doorway and Aya.

"I know," Aya replied softly as he entered the moonlight room.

Yohji turned his head to watch Aya come across the room. The lighting played across the swordsman's features as he stepped into the light. Gods, the man was beautiful. He turned away, staring out the window into the night.

The red head leaned his sword against the wall before continuing to the blonde. "My mind can tell the difference..." His voice drifted off as he stepped around to face the blonde. "My body and emotions aren't sure." The red head was showing more than he had shown to anyone in a long time. He wasn't sure why either.

The blonde didn't move. Green eyes turned to the red head. The younger man was holding a fine line between trembling and being still. Birman had said that Aya would compliment his skilled. He wouldn't be able to unless he got over his past. "What happened with him before?" Yohji asked carefully.

Aya greeted Yohji's question with a thoughtful silence. Violet eyes were cast down in thought. Did he want to tell him? Could he be trusted? He sighed. "I started seeing him two months before Aya-chan and my parents were killed. He wasn't anything like Sakura or anyone else I knew. When he told me he loved me, I believed him." Aya shook his head and turned his gaze up to Yohji's face. "I thought I was in love with him. Aya-chan tried to convince me I wasn't but I wouldn't believe her. I chose him over my sister." His tone was angry. "I was a fool. I let him into my life when I knew I shouldn't. In the end, he betrayed me. He worked for Takatori, the man who killed my parents and sister. He helped set the charges... He kept me from saving my family..." Aya looked away from the concerned features to his clenched fists. "Then Takatori got him killed. One o fthe doors jammed on the house. He went to save Takatori because he was trapped. The last charge went off, killing them both."

Yohji shook his head. "So he betrayed you."

Fujimiya shook his head. "Not just that. When I believed what he said, when he said he loved me, I betrayed my sister. She tried to tell me what he was really like but I couldn't see past his mask. My sister was the world to me and I threw it all away for what I thought was love. Love doesn't leave you feeling empty and cold..." He stared down at the floor before slowly turning his gaze up. "I want to be able to trust you. I need to prove to myself that you aren't like him."

The blonde nodded. "Whatever you need, I'm here." He felt a slight pang of guilt. He had promised Asuka that he would always be there for her and it only got her killed. He hadn't been able to be there for her when she needed him most. "Weiß won't survive if we can't trust eachother." And ourselves.

Aya unclenched his hands, raising one carefully to reach Yohji's waist. Violet eyes focused on jade ones as a pale hand smoothed over carefully toned muscles. They felt entirely different. This man was entirely different. The hand pulled back and barely touched the skin as it slid upward and to the front of the blonde's ribcage.

A sharp intake of breath greeted the red head's actions. His eyes never left Aya's, gauging the smaller man's thoughts. Aya didn't seem to care about the reaction he had been given as he ran his hand over a sensitive patch of skin. Yohji remained impossibly still as Aya continued to run a hand slowly over tanned skin.

They aren't the same. He feels different. Aya lowered his hand from Yohji's chest. His eyes shifted away from Yohji's face too. "A kiss," he breathed. The shy man remained still, waiting.

The blonde blinked and studied the red head. He reached for his chin, barely touching the skin as he tilted the pale face up. Yohji pressed his lips gently against Aya's, keeping the kiss chaste.

It was Aya who deepened the kiss, gently nipping at the blonde's lower lip before he ran his tongue over the blonde's lips. The red head parted his lips, inviting the blonde to explore his mouth.

Yohji did as he was offered, plunging his tongue into the other man's mouth. He was both gentle and aggressive. Something inside him spurred him to explore every inch of the younger man. He closed his eyes, falling into the embrace as the red head did the same. Aya's hands were soon tangled into his unruly blonde mane. Yohji had his arms wrapped around the slim waist.

So different. The other Yohji never kissed like this. There wasn't even a quarter of the passion there. Aya thought he could hold on to Yohji forever. This was he wanted a kiss to feel like. Reluctantly, the kiss broke with both men breathing heavily. The red head left his hands in the honey gold locks. "Thank you," he breathed. Violet eyes connected with green.

The blonde watched the pale man for a moment. He had felt the sparks and the promise. Aya was a teammate. There was no way there could be anything other than this moment. Yohji stepped back and out of the red head's grasp. He turned to resume his practice, then decided against it. Aya could have the room.

Aya crossed the room and picked up his katana. He turned to find Yohji leaving. He watched the blonde go, not sure if what had passed between them was going to help wither of them in the long run. The red head tossed the sheath to his prized blade away. The moonlight glinted off the folded metal as Aya began his katas.

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It took awhile to get chapter 2 up. Musical and school.. blech. Well, musical is over and all I can say was that it was wonderful. The show was praised up one side of the auditorium and down the other.

Ok, one little comment. The folded steel thing. I am a big Highlander fan and that is what they say about the katana. I think that is the way them make some of the really nice ones. It gives a good reason for it to be so precious to Aya anyway...

Well, I'm about a little more than half way through chapter 3.

~Trinity `Extremely Busy' Bennett