Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ You're So Damn Hot ❯ Rat Bastard ( Chapter 2 )

“You're So Damn Hot”

Part 2: Rat Bastard

By: Omni-sama

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Rated: NC-17 (for later chapters, mostly)

Disclaimer: Weiss belongs to Koyasu and project Weiss. I also hold no rights to the restaurant Manaitaya, which exists in Shinjuku (Shinjuku seemingly like as good a place as any for the Koneko to be located).

Warnings: Language, sexual situations, possible mild spoilers

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An unexpected knock came to Yohji's door, disturbing his very deep contemplation on which crop-top would be more appealing to Aya. Instead of letting the disturbance bother him, however, he merely called out a casual “It's open” before holding another option up against his bare chest as he faced the mirror.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that it was Ken who was entering. There was a small feeling of disappointment that it wasn't Aya, but he managed to brush it off as he continued comparing shirts. “What's up?” he asked his guest, since said guest didn't seem to be volunteering any information about his visit.

 

“Ah… Well, I wanted to ask you a favor… Or… Well, it's more like some advice.” Ken seemed fidgety. That combined with his nervously-spoken words were enough to draw Yohji's attention away from the mirror and the clothing, turning so he could fully face his friend.

 

“Sure thing. You know you can come to me for anything, Ken.” He tried to sound reassuring in an effort to calm his friend's nerves, and waited patiently for the request.

 

“It's just that… Well, I wanted your advice on how to… See, there's someone I really like, and I want to…you know…”

 

Yohji raised a brow, carefully setting his crop-top choices down on the bed before taking a step towards Ken. “I see.”

 

“Yeah, so… How do I go about doing that?”

 

“Um…” Pausing, Yohji took a moment to think out exactly how he should phrase things. “Well, usually you start with foreplay. I assume you know what that is... If not, then this is going to be even more difficult to explain. Anyway, the foreplay is a good way to determine exactly where her hotspots are and so forth so you can exploit those later during the actual thing. Um, how much exactly do you need to know about the mechanics? You do know the basics like insert tab A into slot B, right? Well, just make sure that when it comes down to that, she's wet and ready because otherwise you run the risk of rubbing her raw and ruining any chance of her ever wanting to repeat the event with you. That's another reason you need to do the foreplay, actually. It helps…to…” Yohji trailed off as he noticed the extremely confused look on Ken's face. It was an expression that told Yohji that either he misinterpreted what it was Ken needed advice on, or there was even more explaining he needed to do.

 

“Yohji,” Ken said slowly, his face screwed up in aforementioned confusion, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

 

“Didn't you just say you needed to know how to have sex with someone?”

 

“What? No! Goddammit, Yohji, I'm not a virgin, for fuck's sake!” The confused look gave way to one of frustration and even a touch of defensive anger.

 

Raising his hands up in the air as a sign of silent surrender in hopes that Ken's anger wouldn't grow, Yohji took a step back. “Ok! Sorry, I meant not offense.”

 

The room then fell silent as the anger drained away, but there was still a strange tension in the air. Yohji realized that Ken was still somewhat nervous, but instead of pushing him, he waited patiently for an explanation. “I need to know…” Ken sighed, ran his hand back through his messy brown hair, then pressed onward. “I need to know how to woo someone.”

 

Yohji blinked. Did Ken just say…? “Did you just say `woo'?”

 

“Yeah. What else would you call it? Romance? Seduce? Win the heart of? Whatever. I need some advice.”

 

“But I didn't think you had much of a problem with that. I mean, there was that Yurika girl…”

 

“Yuriko,” corrected Ken with an aggravated huff, “And that's different. This one's…harder.”

 

“Oh, a real cold fish, eh?” Yohji nodded in sympathetic understanding. He was having his own problems with thawing a cold fish, and knew from first hand experience how frustrating and difficult such things could be. “Well, I suppose you just have to take it slow and cautiously, then. Ease her into dating you without her fully realizing it.”

 

“Eh? Like how?” Though confused by the words, Ken obviously perked up at the indication that Yohji would be able to help him out.

 

“Well, like find out what her favorite restaurant or food is and ask her out to someplace you'll then know she'll love and not be able to resist—as a friend, of course. And don't be stupid enough to make it obvious. Like, don't ask her what she likes to eat, then immediately turn right around and ask her out to eat it.”

 

Ken nodded eagerly, his face so serious that Yohji actually found it rather comical. “Just try that for now and tell me how it goes. Then I'll help ya with the next step,” offered the blond. He received more nodding as a response. “Alright, now that that's settled, maybe you can give me a hand here.” Walking back to his bed, Yohji retrieved the shirts and held them up in front of his chest, facing Ken. “Which would look best on me?”

 

Pulling himself from his thoughts, Ken scrutinized the choices very seriously for all of about two seconds before responding, “None. They just make you look like a slut.”

 

Yohji frowned and held the choices away from his body so he could look at them again. He supposed Ken was right, and considering he was going to try to convince Aya he wasn't one, it wouldn't help if he dressed like a slut in an attempt to impress the man. Releasing a sigh, he returned them to the closet and pulled out a black T-shirt that actually went down past the waistline of his jeans.

 

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Omi happily bounded into the shop, heading straight for his apron. After greeting the younger man, Aya started to remove his own apron since Omi's return marked the end of his shift. Pretending to work on an arrangement of tulips, Yohji watched from behind his sunglasses as Aya's fingers worked the apron knot and slipped the fabric off. His vivid imagination had the long pale hands return to remove more things besides the apron, never stopping until Aya was blissfully bare. Oh, how that was one of his favorite things to do—undress Aya with his eyes.

 

Suddenly his vision was shattered as Ken stepped in the way of his view of Aya. Pouting slightly at having his view obscured, he watched as the brunette approached the man. It was then that he noticed Ken's hands moving back to untie his own apron strings, which confused him since Ken's shift wasn't over yet. Curiosity getting the best of him, he tuned his ear into whatever it was the soccer player was saying.

 

“Hey Aya, I'm past due for a break and I was thinking of heading over to that new coffee shop down the street. I hear it's got really good strawberry cheesecake and parfe and stuff. Wanna come?”

 

Aya hesitated for a moment, but then slowly nodded. The sight of Ken's relieved and happy smile had Yohji seeing red. “That little rat bastard,” he growled under his breath, the stems of the tulips he held in his hand crunching between his fingers. Aya's favorite dessert was strawberry cheesecake. All of Weiss knew that little tidbit about Aya after Omi had brought some home one night to celebrate passing some exam. It was very obvious to Yohji that Ken was following the advice he had given the man earlier that day…and he was using it on Aya!

 

Well, two could play at this game. And considering Yohji was the seasoned veteran, he felt confident that he could out-play the rookie.

 

Tossing the ruined tulips into the trash and wiping his hand on his apron, Yohji casually approached the pair. A smile was stretched across his lips, and he lifted his sunglasses to rest on his head. Aya was the first to notice his approach, and he turned from Ken to raise a questioning brow at Yohji. Ken, noticing that Aya had stopped listening to him, also turned to watch Yohji walk up to them, a frown tugging at his lips when he spotted the blond.

 

“A hot date with KenKen at the kissaten, eh?” He offered Aya a wink once he was standing there right beside them. “Trying to make me jealous, Aya?”

 

Finding something amusing, Aya let out a little snort of half-laughter and shook his head. If Yohji didn't know better, he'd also swear he saw Aya roll his eyes. “It's not a date, Yohji. We're just going to grab some cake and coffee. You want me to bring you back anything?”

 

Now, while it's true that Ken was indeed a good friend, Yohji couldn't help the evil little tingle of sadistic joy he felt when he noticed Ken's face and spirits drop. That's right, Ken, you're playing with the big boys now, he thought to himself with a sense of smug satisfaction. To everyone else, however, his attention did not seem to waver from Aya, and he let his smile grow slightly warmer.

 

“No thank you. I don't want to fill up on too many sweet things before dinner. Speaking of which, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to Manaitaya tonight. I haven't eaten there in a while, so I felt the craving to return. I also wanted to apologize to you for my actions the other night, and I thought offering you a nice dinner would be a good start. What do you say?” He looked straight into Aya's eyes, willing the man to see the sincerity in his own, and praying that he'd not be shot down.

 

Of course, he really shouldn't have worried too much, considering Manaitaya was Aya's favorite restaurant. “You're paying?”

 

Yohji really didn't think his smile could get any bigger. “Of course. What kind of apology would it be if I made you pay?”

 

“Hn. What time?” Much to Yohji's disappointment, Aya averted his gaze and was now looking down and away, pretending to scowl at a potted plant. Though really, he couldn't be too disappointed, since he now had a date with the object of his desires. Even if said object refused to meet his eyes…

 

“After we close up shop. I'll swing by your room and get you. Sound good?” At Aya's nod, Yohji felt his smile grow into a grin. The evil eye he was getting from Ken had not gone unnoticed, of course, but he really could care less at the moment. Later, however, he'd have to have a talk with the man.

 

Soon Aya and Ken were heading out to the coffee shop, and Yohji was left with Omi and a bunch of flowers to keep him company. Humming softly to himself, he went about his duties, arranging flowers, watering, pruning, sweeping, all the while distantly aware of Omi's curious gaze. He didn't acknowledge the look, however, because he knew it would eventually require him to explain himself. For the moment he'd rather focus his energies on developing his personal mission plan, instead of explaining to Omi why he had disrupted Ken's attempt at wooing.

 

Eventually Ken and Aya made their return, Ken laughing and chatting while Aya smiled softly and carried a box of something—strawberry cheesecake, most likely. Ken continued to walk alongside Aya, chattering away, until Aya reached the back door leading to the rest of the building. It wasn't until the redhead disappeared behind the door that his voice fell silent. The entire shop fell silent, actually. Omi was standing at the register, paused in his idle counting. Yohji stood at a work table, the stem of a primrose between his fingers as he paused in sliding it into its vase. Ken stood with his back to the shop, facing the door. The silence stretched for about ten seconds, before breaking in an incredibly loud and dizzying way.

 

Within the blink of an eye, Ken had spun around and somehow managed to move to Yohji at the table, grabbing the man by the shirt, lifting him up, and slamming him back against the table's surface. A dangerous gleam in his eyes, Ken leaned over Yohji and pinned him there. “What the fuck was that about earlier, you rat bastard?!” he snarled at the immobile blond.

 

“I should be asking you the same thing! Since when the fuck have you been interested in Aya?” Not intimidated in the least, Yohji lifted his head to get his face even closer to Ken's and snarled right back.

 

“Me? What about you! Since when the fuck have you been interested in men, period!”

 

“Since puberty! What about you? Last I checked, Yurika was a woman!”

 

“It's Yuriko, you moron! And a guy can like both men and women! It's called bisexual!”

 

“I know what the fuck it's called, Ken, since I am that! You still haven't answered my question about Aya!”

 

“What the fuck does it matter to you!?”

 

“Because I l—”

 

“Guys!” Omi screamed, breaking out of a momentary shock to rush over to them in order to pry Ken off. “Guys, calm down!” Somehow Omi had managed to successfully pull Ken away, and moved himself to stand between them in case either decided to go after the other again. “What the hell just happened here?!”

 

“That bastard,” Ken exclaimed, pointing at Yohji, “Is trying to fuck up my chances with Aya!”

 

“That's my line!” Yohji snapped back.

 

“Excuse me?” The snarl returned to Ken's voice as he took a step closer, Omi's hand at his chest the only thing stopping him from lunging at Yohji again.

 

“You heard me. I've wanted him for a long fucking time, and there's no way in hell I'm just going to step back and let you move in on him. Especially now that I've been making some progress.” Slowly the anger seemed to seep from Yohji, replaced by something akin to fatigue. After a few seconds of not receiving a response, he lifted his hand up to pinch at the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ward off an oncoming headache, and released a heavy sigh. “Look, I'm sorry, Ken… But I'm not going to back down from this, ok? I didn't know that the person you were talking about earlier was Aya…”

 

He dropped his hand and looked up to see that Ken's anger was also draining away, to be replaced by confusion. A glance at Omi revealed a similar expression. Suddenly he had a very strong craving for a cigarette. Patting himself down, he remembered that he'd left them up in his room. He hadn't taken his break yet today, so he figured now would as good a time as any, especially considering the current situation. “Look, I'm going to take a short break and grab a smoke. We'll talk about this later, Ken.” Not even waiting for the other man to respond, Yohji headed off towards the door at the back in silence.

 

Before heading to his room, he swung by the kitchen to grab something small to snack on or perhaps something to drink, but stopped short when he found Aya standing beside the partially open refrigerator. The redhead blinked at him before closing the door all the way and turning to fully face Yohji. “I heard yelling,” Aya said with just the slightest trace of concern to his otherwise calm voice, “What happened?”

 

After staring at Aya for a moment, Yohji let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. “It's nothing,” he explained with a shrug as he approached the man. “So I noticed you brought something back. Extra slice of strawberry cheesecake, hm?”

 

“No. They had chocolate mousse cake, so I got you a piece.”

 

Even after Aya had left the kitchen, Yohji still remained standing there staring silently at where the man once stood. Chocolate mousse cake was Yohji's favorite cake. How Aya had known that was almost as mysterious and surprising as finding out that he'd bought him some. A smile slowly pulled at the corners of his lips. He may have unexpected competition now, but it seemed he possibly had an advantage already. Mentally he drafted a list in his head as he opened the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Aya thought he was hot, knew his favorite cake, and was going out to dinner with him. So far his mission was looking good.

 

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To be continued…