Two sides of different coins
Disclaimer: I don't own Weiss Kruz. If I did, they'd never get Aya back.
Aya was bone tired and a little crazy. Perhaps that was why, as he limped through the door of the Koneko no Sumu Ie, katana clutched in one hand, Yojhi's car keys in the other, he had the strangest, most uncharacteristic urge to start giggling. He had really fucked up this time. Without bothering to turn on the lights, he just sat himself at the kitchen table and waited for the others – for Yojhi - to come home.
It was raining out; he was dripping pink-tinged water on the table. Would have to clean that up. Soon. He was glad that Manx had been grateful enough for his last minute efforts that she had said that a mission report could wait till tomorrow; he could hardly stand the thought of staying awake long enough to shower, let alone type up a report. And he really wanted to shower, wanted to wash tonight off of him. But first, he had to speak to Yoji. Somehow he doubted that was going to make him any better.
He felt the urge to groan, realizing that he had the morning shift, had swapped with Omi since the boy had wanted to take Ken and Yojhi to that movie. Aya had been glad not to be asked. He didn't like going to movies, didn't like sitting in crowded cinemas, surrounded by strangers. He couldn't afford to relax, didn't deserve to …. so he wasn't at all disappointed that they hadn't thought to include him in their plans. Not at all. And after all, if he'd been along with them, then Manx wouldn't have been able to find him, and the opportunity for tonight's mission would have been lost. He couldn't risk disappointing. He had to stay focused for Aya-chan. For revenge.
At some point his head had fallen forwards on to the table. Strange. You would think he would remember doing that. When had he last slept? It had been a couple of days, he was sure. Mission after mission, some with the team, some solo. What would happen if he was to demand a few days off? He shook his head, almost horrified at the thought that had crossed his mind. Must be even more tired than he'd thought. It was all worth it, if it kept Aya safe, and got him closer to Takitori.
The mission tonight had been a complete success from Weiss' point of view. The target was undeniably dead, he hadn't been caught, or seriously damaged. His eyes narrowed. Not yet anyway. There was still Yojhi to come. A flash of the dead man's contorted face passed before his eyes. Confusion and pain written in every line. The sudden smell of blood. The sound of metal ripping through flesh. Just routine. Not for the first time he wondered what Aya-chan would say if she could see her beloved brother now. Nothing but a heartless killer.
The sound of laughter and footsteps made Aya raise his head, scowling. He heard the other three assassins enter the shop, heard a muffled exclamation, then silence. The door slammed open, the light snapped on. Aya didn't blink. It was odd how surprised the others seemed to see him. Then again, he was sitting in the dark in his blood stained mission clothes. Probably not what they were expecting. He stood up and walked towards Yojhi.
"I borrowed your car. It's gone."
He dropped the keys into the blonds hand and walked past him towards the stairs. Yojhi's voice stopped.
"What the hell do you mean Aya?" It was unpleasant to hear his sister's name spat like that. He didn't turn round.
"I took your car. Mine is in the garage. There was an incident."
He felt a hand grab his shoulder, and resisted the urge to draw his katana. Yojhi had every right to be upset for once. He was whirled round, and found himself staring into the eyes of a very angry assassin.
"You took my car without asking and crashed it?" Yojhi hissed. The other two were being very quiet. Aya looked sideways and saw that they were staring, wide-eyed, though Omi looked like he was dying to intervene.
He turned back to Yojhi. "No." he said, calmly.
"What do you mean no!" Yojhi yelled.
"I didn't crash."
"Well what the hell happened then, Aya!" Yojhi was shaking him by the shoulders.
Aya's eyes narrowed. He reached up and twisted free, relatively effortlessly. He looked straight into Yojhi's eyes. "My target's bodyguard had a rocket launcher."
He walked away without looking back, somehow aware of a change in the tone of the silence behind him.
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