Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Want ❯ Chapter 1

“Is it KenKen?”

 

Yoji was in the process of tormenting Aya. Nothing new going on here. It was the man's birthday soon, and Yoji had no idea of what, beyond books, which he had no idea what genera he liked, to get him. Sure he got them all gag gifts, that was easy enough, but he always got a real present as well. He knew Aya read books, visited his sister, drank tea, liked roses, and some small other things. What he didn't know was what he enjoyed doing that he could receive as a gift.

 

It started out as him asking subtle hints, trying to maneuver without being caught, because that would just suck. Aya must have been in a good mood, because he was actually answering Yoji's questions. Those answers didn't help him much thou. So Yoji had started to push his buttons a little more, more persistent to try and coax a viable answer out. Somehow they had ended up on the topic of Aya's sex life, or lack there of, and whom he liked, and wanted to screw. Well, those were all words in Yoji's mind. He was sure if he asked Aya directly whom he wanted to fuck, he would either be dead, or…well dead. So Yoji used innuendos, strong enough so Aya got them, but not subtle enough for him to disregard.

 

Aya looked at him, removing his focus from words to the blond on the other side of the couch. He blinked, stared, blinked again, and then glared. A curt and stale “No.” was his answer, like it was the most detest thing he could ever imagine, and then put his attention back on the book.

 

Yoji was good at reading people, always had been. How else could he get so many women? And men, not that it was a very well known fact. He could tell when Omi was unhappy even thou he was smiling, when Ken was in whatever mood, it was easy to read him, and he could tell when Aya was showing emotions. If you looked hard enough you could see it in his eyes, the same way Omi's body language changed. Aya was a little harder to catch. His body language mostly displayed the same thing, go away, not that Yoji listened. His eyes were where you could truly tell. The changes were short and brief, but they were noticeable.

 

Which is why Yoji was learning more about Aya in this past half hour of pestering than he had in a month. He learned, from Aya's emotions not words, that Sakura was just a friend, a very bothersome friend, that Aya was a closer friend of Boton than Sakura, but no where close attraction, and that he felt absolutely nothing towards Ken but a friend/coworker. It was a fun game.

 

“How about Omi?”

 

Again the book was forgotten, and he received much more of a reaction. Aya's eyebrows shot up, and he looked at Yoji with something close to surprise, and or shock. Yippee, two points for The Yotan.

 

Aya stared at him for a long time, then. “No. Why are you asking me these questions?” Such an Aya question. Yoji shrugged, “Because you never tell us any of these things, and I'm curious. And since you're in a talkative mood, I figure I'd use it to my advantage.”

 

Aya glared a little, then went back to reading. Yoji's list was getting shorter and he still didn't know who Aya liked, or what to get him. He knew Aya liked someone, everyone liked someone, or at least that's what Yoji believed. He had Manx, Birman, Botan, Sakura, KenKen, Ommitchi, all the flower shop girls, momoe-san, he had laughed hard at that one (at least inside), Schwartz, Aya-chan (because he just knew Aya wasn't like that), and beyond that he couldn't think of anyone else…unless…

 

“So then, I've ruled out everyone in the immediate vicinity, so unless you have a long distance relationship with someone…” Yoji crawled forwards so he was real close to Aya, who was pretending to concentrate on his book, and failing at ignoring Yoji. “…You must…like…” He pulled down Aya's book and came nose to nose with the redhead. “…Me.”

 

Aya looked horrified. His eyes went wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. He froze, completely still, in taking a sharp breath. Aya only let his guard down when he was at home, and it was one of the only places where he could make him feel really, really uncomfortable.

 

“You know you're very beautiful Aya. I'm sure if you opened up enough you wouldn't have any trouble getting into a relationship…even with someone…like me.” It wasn't until Yoji touched Aya did he really freak out. He ran a hand through his crimson locks, and Aya jumped. He made a small noise, and jumped almost high enough to be void of touching the couch. He hastily said something about going out for a walk, shoved Yoji away, and almost ran out of the living room. By the time Aya was outside, Yoji already had phase two, grinning all the way, set into motion.

 

***

 

Step one, get everyone out of the house. Omi was at a friends house, KenKen was watching the Football game at a local pub on a wide screen most likely, and probably making bets. Yoji hope he won so he would stay out longer. Now that Aya was gone, the last on his list, he was ready to start phase two. Raid Aya's room.

 

It wasn't really as bad as it sounded. He wasn't going to go looking for things that were hidden, and he wasn't going to take or move anything. Yoji was just going to look around and try and find something, anything, that would help him figure out what to buy the man. Even if he did find something, who would he tell. Ken probably wouldn't care much, and Omi probably already knew. So his `snooping' was all that bad.

 

Doubting Aya booby-trapped his room, he tried the door handle expecting to have to pick it, but pleasantly surprised that it was unlocked. He opened the door and stepped inside, leaving it open so he could hear if anyone came home early and not be caught looking like…whatever. Depending on who saw him he could be a pervert, a snoop, or dead, depending.

 

The basis of Aya's room was what was to be expected from someone such as Aya. He was anal about his neatness, and his room was no exception. His floor was bare, everything was in the place Aya made for it, no pictures crooked, everything hung up, all dirty clothes in the hamper. This was definitely Aya's room. The only thing that surprised Yoji, was all the things Aya had in his room. He expected maybe a desk, bookshelf, a few pictures maybe, a computer, and a CD player.

 

Aya owned a lot of…normal things. A bookshelf, desk, bedside table, bed, closet, those were all expected. What Yoji didn't expect were the CD/DVD rack, the kick ass CD player, the TV with a…holy shit…a Play Station 2 and American XBox, the DVD player, and just how many pictures he did really have. Yoji smiled to himself. Aya was normal! Score!

 

He made his way further into the room, taking in the many pictures he had. There weren't many of them, probably no more than ten, but this was Aya. At least three fourths of them where of who he assumed to be Aya-chan, or Aya-chan with Aya. No, Ran to be correct. Yoji would be knifed if Aya ever knew he knew his real name. He picked up one of the pictures, and gave it a second look. It was of Aya-chan and Ran. They appeared to be at some sort of festival. Both of them were wearing kimono's and were smiling. He and Aya-chan were holding hands and laughing.

 

A pang of sadness hit Yoji. He realized that this was the old Aya, the Ran. The happy person who would laugh and smile freely. Who would carry on and start conversations without them seeming forced most of the time. Yoji realized he hated Takatori a lot more now than he ever had.

 

He set the picture down gently. Right now he was on a time limit, and could dwell over this new idea later. First he made his way over to the CD rack. Aya owned a lot of music. Most of them were Japanese artists, a few American one he recognized. They were all classical and instrumental, very slow and calming. His depiction of Aya hadn't really changed much until he reached the bottom of the CD's.

 

Yoji blinked. Blinked again, and pulled out the CD. No. Freakin. Way. But it was, right there in front of them. Apparently Aya like hard rock as well. There wasn't very many of them, but it wasn't a mistake. Dir En Grey, Malice Mizer, Gackt, and oh ho ho! Ramnstine! Score again!

 

Yoji made a mental note to take Aya to a concert sometime. He just couldn't picture the man moshing. That would be a site to see. There were also a couple techno, tango, and other random genera's he just couldn't picture with Aya. Oh yeah, Aya would become his to toy with. But not now.

 

He continued on his search and found out a few important tidbits about Aya. He liked opera and the ballet, not too surprising but useful to know, he could apparently read English, Chinese or Cantonese, Yoji didn't know which, Spanish, French, German, and Japanese of course. Damn, six languages. Made Yoji feel like a slacker knowing only Japanese, English and a hint of German. Although he was a slacker, that was besides the point. He learned Aya's favorite colour was green, he liked art (again, no surprise), that Aya-chan made him that hideous orange sweater that he no longer considered hideous, he was gay or bi taking the tube of lubricant into account (which Yoji already knew), and that he enjoyed writing poetry.

 

His biggest surprise was when he looked at the video games Aya owned. Fucking Halo 2! Truly that wasn't too much of a surprise since you ran around and shot things, but still the idea of Aya sitting down and killing people in a different country on a video game was just so…normal. If Aya hadn't been one of his best friends before, which he was, he was now. Maybe they could go at it sometime.

 

After his thorough search he was about to leave, when another one of the pictures caught his attention. He picked it up, taking note of exactly where it sat. It turned out to be a shot of none other than Aya and himself. Yoji remembered the day. It was right after they had gotten Aya-chan back, when Aya had become slightly more open and a lot less edgy. They had talked him into going to the beach, which was surprisingly not so hard. It was a nice sunny, relaxed day. Ken had managed to find a quiet part of the beach where it was basically deserted. Yoji had managed to get Aya down to his swimming trunks, telling him that if he burned he could kick Yoji's ass. He didn't remember how it started, it could have been Yoji making a smart comment, which it probably was, or anything else, but it had ended up with Aya and himself having a water fight. The picture was of Aya splashing Yoji with water, both of them drenched and smiling, probably laughing too. It was the only time he had ever seen Aya laugh…

 

Yoji set the picture back down, not wanting to think about what had brought about all the changes in Aya. He didn't want to think about Aya going from the happy person in the picture, to the cold, angry killer he was. Yoji was now on a mission, well two actually. Mission number one; get Aya a birthday present he will never forget, and mission number two; make Aya laugh some more. he didn't care that they were assassins, and he also didn't care that he would probably have to dress up like a schoolgirl and sing J-pop while dancing, once Yoji found a challenge such as Aya, he didn't give up.

 

Marching out of the room, he almost did a face plant as he tripped over a small furry ball on the ground. That wasn't there when he came in. His attacker turned out to be a little gray kitten. He meowed up at Yoji.

 

Now wait a sec here. Ken didn't own a cat, he didn't have the time nor the patience for one. He knew Omi didn't because he would have known about it. He knew that he most certainly didn't own one, or he would have known about it. which left…Aya? Well damn, the man liked cats as well. The little fluff meowed at him again, and he bent down, picking him up. They both looked at each other, the small green eyed fuzz sniffing at the large green eyed man. He walked out of the room, kitten in tow, leaving Aya's door open just a crack. Just enough for oh say a kitten to squeeze through. He walked downstairs, finding some milk for the kitten, then making his way back to the living room. Aya was going to hate him, but he just had to expose the fact that Aya liked small furry animals. It was cute. Normal. He planned his next mission tactic.

 

***

 

“I'm telling you Omi, Americans don't know what they're doing. They're version of football is dumb. I don't see why they renamed football soccer, and their American game football when…” Ken was ranting again. How anyone put up with it he didn't know, but he sure as hell didn't.

 

“Aya-kun, Yoji-kun we're home! Sorry we're late, my bike broke down and Ken-kun had to come pick me up!” Yoji winced at Omi's yelling, as did the kitten. He was nice and relaxed, as was the sleeping kitten, until Omi decided to shout, not realizing that Yoji was closer than he thought. The kitten made a grumpy noise before yawning and laying back down in a different position on Yoji's lap. Yoji sighed, “I'm in here Omi, and Aya's not here. He went for a walk.”

 

Ken entered the room and waved at Yoji. “Yo. We got pasta and some other stuff, Omi's cooking Italian tonight.” Ken paused, about to say something else when he noticed that Yoji was petting an animal and not himself. “Since when did you have a cat?”

 

“What about a cat?” Omi walked in, saw the kitten, and `awww'ed right before he walked over and picked him up. “He's so cute! What's his name?” The kitty burped at Omi, apparently not too happy to be disturbed twice in a row.

 

Yoji shrugged. “Duno. He came walking down the stairs a little while ago. I thought he was yours, but apparently not. So he must belong to Aya.” A little white lie never hurt anyone.

 

“Weird. I never saw Aya as the cat type. Then again I never saw him as much of any type.” Ken stated. Omi set the object of their attention back down in Yoji's lap. He resituated himself again, and fell back asleep. Omi looked at Yoji, “Any idea when Aya-kun plans on coming back? I want to start dinner soon.”

 

Yoji shrugged again and continued stroking the kitten. “It's Aya. He does whatever he pleases. He left a while ago, so probably before his next shift.”

 

Omi put his hands on his hips, “That's not a very helpful answer Yoji-kun. I'll go start dinner now, we can save him the leftovers if he isn't back in time.” And he trotted off to the kitchen to start their dinner. They all took turns making breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Yoji tended to not make breakfast, him never being out of bed before lunchtime. Aya was the best cook out of all of them, Omi coming in at a close second. Yoji wasn't half bad, but his weren't as good, and unless it was fairly simple, Ken tended to screw up quite frequently. Most of the time they just ordered out on Ken's nights.

 

Yoji and Ken sat in the living room together, along with the kitten. They made small talk, watched anything random on TV that caught their eye. They wound up on some weird conversation about some religion, while watching (of all things), drag racing. Omi eventually called them to dinner, and they went gladly, neither one of them really caring about the TV or conversation topic.

 

The dinner was pleasant, the only problem Yoji had was Aya not being there. Once they finished dinner, Yoji was really starting to wonder, when Omi voiced his concerns. “You think Aya-kun should be home by now?”

 

Ken scoffed. “It's Aya. Mr. I-do-what-I-want-and-you-can't-stop-me. He'll be back once he decides he wants to be back.”

 

Omi gave Ken a disapproving look. “Well yes, but it's raining and he went for a walk right? His coats still hanging up, what if he gets hypothermia?” And here was Omi, the mother hen as always.

 

“Well I'm not going out. It's raining and it's cold.” Yoji had a feeling Ken was taking his statement somewhere. Omi turned towards Yoji. “Yoji-kun, would you please go see if you can't find Aya-kun? He has the morning shift and I don't want him getting sick and getting all of us sick.” His hands were on his hips as if to annunciate his words.

 

Yoji sighed, raising his hands not wanting to argue. “Fine, fine. I'll go.” He grabbed his coat, keys, wallet, and cell phone. “Take care of the kitten. Aya will kill us if something happens to him.” And he walked out to his car.

 

***

 

“Okay…lesee here…” Yoji was driving down some random street in Tokyo that apparently didn't believe in light. He could barley see a damn thing. It was good that Aya had bright hair, or Yoji probably wouldn't ever find him. He still had yet to find him, so it didn't exactly help him any. “If I was Aya, where would I be?”

 

It was starting to get late, and Yoji was starting to get worried. He had been out looking for the redhead for over an hour and a half, and still no sign of him. He had been looking in all the `Aya' seeming places, and the few limited places the two of them, or all four of them had been. He figured that since Aya wasn't that crazy to stay outside in the rain, he probably went inside somewhere, some café or a bookstore maybe. Then he looked at the park, also a no go, and now Yoji had just finished looking in all the random little places that Aya could have gone to, but there was no Aya to be found.

 

Yoji sighed, fine, if he wanted to go out and get sick be his guest. Yoji had spent a good hour and then some, now closing in on two hours, looking for him. If he wanted to come home, he would come home, and if he didn't then well…Yoji didn't know.

 

He was in the process of processing this thought, when Yoji almost ran over the person he was looking for. Aya was in the middle of crossing the street, looking down at the ground, when he noticed Yoji. Well, he noticed a car was about to hit him, and Aya being the Psycho he is, decided to stop and look up instead of dodging out of the way. Some assassin skills there.

 

Yoji slammed on his breaks, not that he was going very fast, and the back of his car fishtailed a bit because of all the rain. He ended up a few inches from Aya with his car facing him from Yoji's door.

 

Yoji stared at him momentarily, then opened up his car door and joined Aya in the down poor. “What the hell are you doing out here?!” It was hard to be heard over the rain.

 

Aya didn't respond, just kept staring at Yoji. He was drenched from head to toe, wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top that were both now ten pounds heavier than they were dry. Yoji could see Aya shaking slightly from the cold. He sighed and pulled off his jacket, taking the last few steps and closing the gap between them. Yoji loosely put the trench on his shoulders, guiding him to the passenger side. He highly doubted the redhead could feel much right now, his entire body must be numb and frozen. Yoji closed the door and hopped into the drivers seat, throwing the car into gear and putting the heat on full blast. If Aya died from loss of body heat now, he'd shoot the man.

 

***

 

Omi had started pacing just as Yoji returned. He was carrying a sleeping Aya in his arms. Well that was…different, Omi didn't care, he was just glad that his teammates were back safely. “Is he alright?”

 

“Hay. Yeah, he's fine. Fell asleep on the way home. Didn't have the heard to wake him up.” If he hadn't been carrying Aya, he would have struck a dramatic pose. He grinned at Omi. “He's fine really. Go to bed, and I'll get him to his.”

 

Omi gave Aya a once over, then waved. “Alright. Goodnight Yoji-kun.”

 

“Night Omi.” He made his way up the stairs, mindful not to bump Aya against the wall. So he wasn't completely fine, but Omi didn't need to worry about that right now. Yoji suspected he had a slight fever, but it wasn't anything to worry about. Just Aya being the dumb ass he's known to be at times. If he wasn't fine in the morning, then Yoji would take his shift. Haha, wouldn't that be a shocker.

 

He opened the door to, not Aya's, but his own room, laying Aya on his bed. He was pretty sure Aya would send him to hell for this later, but right now he didn't care. One of his favorite things to do in life, was to bother Aya, and/or make him really, really uncomfortable. Yoji figured waking up in another man's bed would get him pretty close to that. He also didn't want Aya getting pneumonia or something over night, and dieing on them.

 

So he tucked Aya in his overly hedonistically comfortable bed, got a warm rag for his head, and brought a chair over next to the bed. He pulled out a notebook, humming softly as he started to write. One of the facts that most likely no one knew about him, was that he liked other things than just sex, flaunting his sex, his car, and anything else to do with anything inappropriate. He did, gasp!, normal so un-Yoji things. He was actually a good singer, he knew how to play the guitar, and, most shocking, he wrote…poetry. Well mostly music, but they went hand in hand. Asuka was probably the only one who ever knew what he truly enjoyed in life, and now she wasn't here to share that with him.

 

He shook his head, not really wanting to think about anything too serious this late, or early. She was gone, end of story, there was no bringing her back. He turned his thoughts onto other, less dark things and kept himself entertained until Aya decided to wake up, whenever that would be.

 

A few hours later, Yoji noticed a change in Aya. He was breaking out in a sweat, but he was cold to the touch. Okay, so maybe he was a little sicker than Yoji had first anticipated. He appeared to be having a nightmare as well, if the small movements turning into thrashing were any indication. He was too wrapped up in the blankets to make much movement, which just got him even more tangled.

 

Yoji set down his notepad, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Placing his hands on both of Aya's shoulders, he softly shook the redhead. “Hay Aya…Aya calm down. It's alright.”

 

After a slight amount of prodding, he woke up. His lavender eyes were unfocused, slightly dilated, as he blinked up at Yoji. He looked confused, which was expected. “Yoji…?”

 

“Hay Aya.”

 

He squinted, like he was looking at a too bright light. “What are you doing in my room?” Yoji wondered how Aya could even imagine he was in his own room, while his bed was a layer of thorns compared to Yoji's. He chuckled down at Aya. “I've got news for you. You're in my room. Went out in the rain without a coat, got sick, I picked you up. Remember?”

 

There were very few times Aya ever displayed visible emotion. When he was around his sister (not that she could tell), very upset/angry, and when he was sick. Yoji assumed that when he was drunk or having sex he was as well, but he had yet to test his theories. “Oh…” Was the only response he got.

 

“How you feeling? You need anything, Aya?” Yoji realized that he didn't mind the idea of fussing over him. Aya closed his eyes and shuddered a bit. “Cold…” Followed by a sniff, before he fell back asleep.

 

Yoji walked over to turn up the heat, when he realized that it was already up all the way. Well, he didn't own any more blankets, and Omi and Ken were already asleep. Aya would just have to suffer then. Yoji went to sit back down…when a thought struck him. It was pretty fucking ballsy, but hell it was such an idea that he really couldn't pass it up.

 

Slowly, and carefully, putting all his graceful assassin skills into use, Yoji started to climb into the bed with Aya. He shuffled the sheets as little as possible, and ever so slowly made his way in without waking up Aya. It was an accomplishment not to go unnoticed. What had felt like it had taken him ten minutes was probably only three or so.

 

Once he had made his way under the blankets, Yoji moved closer to Aya. He snaked an arm around his midsection, and realized that he had left Aya in his wet clothes. Well no fucking wonder he was sick. Yoji felt like an idiot. He sighed as he began the process of removing Aya's shirt and pants without waking him up. He gently lifted Aya up, resting him on the headboard. Slowly, Yoji pulled off the damp top, and tossed it to the floor, managing to not wake up his companion. Score for Yoji. Aya must have been exhausted, because he didn't wake up when Yoji started to remove his pants either. It had been, what, anywhere from eight to ten miles away from home Aya must have walked. And in the rain that was more like thirty.

 

Yoji grinned in satisfaction as he lay Aya back down. He placed his arm back where it had been around Aya, and got comfortable. He just knew that he was going to die when Aya woke up, but right now that didn't matter to him. Aya's skin wasn't freezing anymore, he was actually slightly warm to the touch. It made Yoji feel good. He hadn't slept with anyone lately. As a matter of fact, he couldn't even remember the last person he had had sex with. So it felt good to be with someone, even if it was Aya, and there was no sex involved.

 

Yoji practically jumped out of his skin when he felt the redhead shift. Thinking that Aya was shifting away, or going to wake up, he was fairly shocked when he moved towards Yoji instead of away. Aya curled up against Yoji, burrowing his head into the crook of Yoji's neck. He sighed before his breaths evened out and he was completely back asleep.

 

Yoji laughed softly as he wrapped his arms around Aya. Never, not in a million years would he have ever thought Aya to be one for cuddling. It was cute, and very…normal. Aya could blame it on the cold, but Yoji suspected it was also something else. He highly doubted that a cold and sick Aya would ever cuddle up with Ken or Omi, no matter how cold.

 

Yoji pulled the covers a little tighter around the two of them. He slowly let the warmth and Aya's rhythmic breathing lull him to sleep, wondering exactly how he was going to make it out alive in the morning.

 

***

 

There was a knocking on his door, not that he knew it was knocking. Yoji didn't want to get up and find out what the noise disturbing him was, he just wanted it to go away. But, alas, in Yoji's life it was never that simple. He noted that it was knocking on the door when a voice was added to the displeasure of being woken up.

 

“Yoji-kun, I need you to get out of bed and help me open the store. I can't find Aya-kun and Ken-kun's `on strike' right now.”

 

He groaned back. It was either get up and help Omi, have The Chibi pick his lock and discover two of his teammates in bed together, or force a sick Aya to go to work. Looks like he was working this morning. As lithe as he could be this early in the morning, Yoji got up out of bed and opened the door a crack to speak with The Chibi, stumbling slightly over his own two feet.

 

“What's up Ommitchi?” He was really hoping that Omi would be responsible for once and decide that they needed to close shop that day and do something constructive, for instance, lay in bed until a good hour or so past noon. Too bad Omi wasn't that responsible…

 

Omi put his hands on his hips, the way he did when he became annoyed with the situation. “Aya-kun's not up, and I don't want to disturb him, so I need you to come work. It's only for a couple of hours.” Omi smiled up at him, the `now you have to do what I want, hahaha.' Smile, with an added “Please?”

 

He sighed, knowing that it wasn't a battle worth fighting. “Alright, alright. Just give me a few minutes to get ready, and I'll be down soon, okay?” He got a nod from Omi, who then proceeded to walk down the hallway to the kitchen, giving him a wave.

 

Yoji closed his door and moved to get ready. Well damn. He just hoped Aya wouldn't wake up until after he was back, or at least not leave. All his plotting would be in vain if he decided to escape back to his own rock hard bed.

 

After finding a suitable shirt and pants, along with his morning bathroom ritual, Yoji made his way downstairs. He grabbed a quick cup of coffee, and made his way into the flower shop. Omi was already there, making small adjustments to things that apparently needed adjusting. He smiled up at Yoji, “Morning Yoji-kun. Thanks for taking Aya-kun's shift.”

 

He patted Omi's head. “No problem Chibi. Now I get the chance to have some fun later.” He winked at Omi, deciding to not inform him that his `fun' was with a certain someone. Omi wrinkled his nose and informed him that he did not need to know that. Yoji was about to go on about the birds and the bees, when a customer walked in. Ah, the day had begun.

 

By the end of his shift, Yoji wasn't too sure if he was glad it was over, or terrified that Aya was going to gut him with his katana. The man was damn good with it, and fucking sneaky too. He made his way up to his room as quietly as he could without feeling like he was stalking Aya. He opened up his door…and there was Aya right where he had left him. He looked like he was getting better, he wasn't breathing hard, and there was only a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. He sat down next to Aya, wiping his face gently with a cool towel.

 

A pair of violet eyes gazed up at him through sleepy eyelids. They were foggy with sleep, and barley open. Still sick. Aya didn't bother to say anything, just stare up at Yoji in the same fashion he did normally. Yoji smiled down at him. “Hay. Feel any better?”

 

Aya blinked at him, then just kept staring. He thought he got a small `hn', but that could have been his imagination. “Ya know what? Because you decided to go play in the rain, I had to take your shift today.” He kept grinning as a hint that he was joking. Apparently Aya didn't take the hint. “Should have…woken me…”

 

Yoji scoffed at him. “I'm kidding Aya. Besides, I need to get my lazy butt out of bed before noon every once in a while, right?”

 

He ever so slightly nodded in agreement. “Hn…” Yoji didn't even realize that he had started leaning closer towards Aya until they were nose to nose. Aya didn't move, didn't shift away from him, just stayed there waiting. “I don't mind that much, really. Taking your shift and all. Just…one question.”

 

Aya didn't move, which was an indication that he could continue. “It's me right.” It was more of a statement than a question. He looked up at Yoji for a minute before answering, making the blond slightly nervous. “Yes…”

 

He closed the gap between their lips.

 

***

 

IT'S DONE IT'S DONE IT'S FUCKING DONE!! *does a huge happy dance* yeah, this fic hated meh. :Pokes it: <.< >.> o.o BUT IT'S DONE NOW! Now I just have to write the second part, and the valentines day fic ALL RIGHT NOW!! So I'm gonna go now!

 

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