"Head Over Feet"
Youji's P.O.V.
"Um... Aya... Earth to Aya..." I waved my hand in front of his ice-violet eyes, trying to get that expression off his face. It made him look like a dreamer, which he most definitely isn't. "Aya! Hello! Anyone home?" He still hadn't snapped out of it. I decided to try the last resort: a glare straight in the face. I walked around to the front of his chair and snapped my fingers in front of his nose and stared right into his eyes. They had been blank and thoughtful, but now they were back to the normal cool purple.
"What?" he asked me, mildly.
"Um, you were just, like, sitting there for, like, 20 minutes. I thought you had fallen asleep, but your eyes were open." He smirked at me, letting the mild act fall away.
"Yeah, well, we both know I don't sleep. I'm superhuman. Why the hell did you think I was sleeping if you knew that?" I had to laugh. It was really weird, in front of everyone else, he was a block of ice, but with me he actually was a real person. I guess he had to talk to someone, and I happened to be his choice. I sure don't mind; I mean, he is the sexiest member on the team. And yes, I do have a "crush" on him. Actually, it's not exactly a crush. Too... intense... for that. He knows, since I never hesitate to tell him, but we don't let it get in the way of our friendship. That's what I like about Aya: he doesn't let things that don't exactly adhere to his plans get in the way of what he wants. Even if it is something I want him to feel for me, I respect that he doesn't like me that way... yet! I'm on a campaign. I'm being my true self around him, and I've stopped going to bars every night. We still go out for a night on the town sometimes, but ever since I decided I
really wanted Aya to realize that I don't just want to get in his pants. Which I do, but... that's not the only reason, far from it, that I love Aya.
So I'm being nice to him. I'm not being lascivious to him or anyone else, I've stopped taking down the numbers of the fangirls who come into the shop. Now I just talk to them so they'll buy flowers. And now Valentine's Day is on the horizon. I'm really trying to be sweet, but I can't do anything "out of character" (a.k.a. me acting like anything but a completely flirty playboy with nothing on his mind but the head between my legs) in front of Omi and Ken, since neither of them knows about me liking Aya "that way." Also, he'd get really annoyed if I did anything weird to him in front of them. Or "weird" according to the persona that everyone but him, Asuka (when she was alive), and my family knows me as. So now no one but him knows of that me, since my family has long since all died or lost contact with me (Ever since I became an assassin. It was necessary.). Oh, he feels so special. Actually, I have no idea how he feels about that part of it, but I know exactly what he
thinks of almost every topic we've ever discussed, and we've had a lot of discussions. Aya and I like to get drunk together or just go out to a fast-food place that stays open really late (usually an American place) and eat junk food like fires until the wee hours, drinking too much soda and talking. So I guess I'm hoping being extra sweet to him is enough to get him to get the picture.
Aya's P.O.V.
I was just spacing out, but Youji came over and got me to snap out of it. I couldn't ignore him after he stuck his fingers in my face and snapped them, and then stared me in the eyes. I guess he actually wants to talk to me.
"What?" I asked, trying to be nice.
"Um, you were just, like, sitting there for, like, 20 minutes. I thought you had fallen asleep, but your eyes were open." He was acting like such a teenager, with all those "like's" that I had to be silly too. I smirked at him before answering.
"Yeah, well, we both know I don't sleep. I'm superhuman. Why the hell did you think I was sleeping if you knew that?" I said, intending to make him laugh. It worked, not surprisingly. I know all the right buttons to push, since I'm his best friend. Not that anyone but us and the guy at the counter in the fast-food place we always go to knows that, since I don't really have a personality around anyone but Youji. And he doesn't have a personality that reflects his true self around anyone else either. What a pair we make. And now he's being so goddamned nice to me! It's really truly hard not to just give in because he's trying so hard, but I really don't like him "that way." What with Valentine's Day coming up, I think he wants to get to me by then. He keeps on being all sweet when we're not with the others, trying to get me to see that he's not just interested in the sex, which I know is far from his only reason for doing this. He wouldn't do this just for lust, I know that
much. I don't let it get in the way of our friendship, though. That would kill Youji more than anything. I hope I don't break his heart or something like that without knowing it. I actually wouldn't want to do that if I knew I was doing it. I respect him too much as a friend to play that kind of power game with him.
I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it
"Do you wanna go get some lunch, Aya? I just got off from making deliveries, we could take the Seven." He was asking me if I wanted lunch. Why the hell not? And while we're at it, I added to myself, why not have some fun with Kenken and his bike?
"Hey, Yo-tan, you know what?" I said, my brilliant idea and plan evolving in my head.
"What?" he asked curiously.
"I think we should "steal" Ken's bike and ride that to lunch." He loved the idea of pissing off Ken for no reason at all, it showed plain on his angular face, and I mentally congratulated myself on that one.
"So here's what we'll do..." And I told him my plan. We each went off to get ready and implement our parts of the plan.
(At the café, about half an hour later.)
Still Aya's P.O.V.
You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You ask how my day was
We sat in a café, sipping Cokes and talking while we waited for out orders to come. This was what we usually did when we went somewhere together. They were never fancy, these outings, and they most certainly were not dates. Youji probably could have made them dates easily, but I never let him. On the way over, he had presented me with an orchid, my favorite kind. I managed to be graceful about it... I did say he was making the moves on me, didn't I? Heh... even though I am the guy's best friend, he never exactly displayed his poetic side, even tome, before now. It's sort of funny, since I know I'm exactly like that, with a little less melodrama. It's really quite entertaining, how similar we are if you think about it... Sometimes I do. Ah well, now we're just rambling about the day and how annoyed Ken's going to be when he figures the ruse out. I asked him to go get some more soil in the Seven, and then when he was gone, Youji drove his bike around to the front to pick me
up. Funny, how those things work out... It was a lot like a date, like he was picking me up on his motorcycle and I had been wandering around waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up, just like a teenage girl. Alright, so I might like him a little that way, but... well, it just wouldn't work. We're too like each other.
So then I hopped on the back of the motorcycle and off we went, zooming down the streets of Tokyo. I love speed. I'm one of those people who volunteers to be designated driver late at night so I can get the adrenaline high off the speed when no one's on the streets. Youji loves driving with me because of that. Omi and Ken are always left in the dust when I do that, but they get home before us because I drive for about three more miles than I need to so that I can speed for longer periods of time. God, I love adrenaline. The motorcycle was even better than the car as far as headrush goes- I loved it, and Youji actually knows how to drive a bike, from when he had one when he was a kid and when he was a P.I. We wove through the lanes like madmen, dodging cars and lanesplitting like crazy. I didn't even care that the police might get on our tails, it was so fun. Usually I'm a freak about that kind of thing, but not where it comes to being fast. Who the hell cares anyways?
You've already won me over in spite of me
Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault
Author's notes: So this is my second V-day fic in one day. It's sort of scary. I think my Valentine's spirit is kicking in a little teeny bit late... I accidentally wore all green on V-day, and I told this kid it was St. Pat's day, just as a joke, and the idiot believed me! He went around telling people about how weird it was that St. Pat's and St. V's days were on the same day. I seriously didn't mean to make him looke stupid, he was just really gullible.... Ookay, Rue is shutting up about that now. Okay, so people, how is it? I'm using an Alanis Morissette song, "Head Over Feet" which I was listening to, and the fic sort of just came to me. It's gonna be a sap, but eventually lemon-flavored speed on euphemisms will come their way. Sounds like some exotic drink or something... maybe that's what it will be called when- *slaps hand to mouth* Oh no! I'm not supposed to tell you what happens next! You'll just hafta wait. *sticks tongue out at insulted readers*
So, gimme an email if you feel like it at [1]rosevickery@msn.com, kay? Talk to you people later! Read and respond, that's the ticket!
--- Rue chan
References
1. mailto:rosevickery@msn.com
Youji's P.O.V.
"Um... Aya... Earth to Aya..." I waved my hand in front of his ice-violet eyes, trying to get that expression off his face. It made him look like a dreamer, which he most definitely isn't. "Aya! Hello! Anyone home?" He still hadn't snapped out of it. I decided to try the last resort: a glare straight in the face. I walked around to the front of his chair and snapped my fingers in front of his nose and stared right into his eyes. They had been blank and thoughtful, but now they were back to the normal cool purple.
"What?" he asked me, mildly.
"Um, you were just, like, sitting there for, like, 20 minutes. I thought you had fallen asleep, but your eyes were open." He smirked at me, letting the mild act fall away.
"Yeah, well, we both know I don't sleep. I'm superhuman. Why the hell did you think I was sleeping if you knew that?" I had to laugh. It was really weird, in front of everyone else, he was a block of ice, but with me he actually was a real person. I guess he had to talk to someone, and I happened to be his choice. I sure don't mind; I mean, he is the sexiest member on the team. And yes, I do have a "crush" on him. Actually, it's not exactly a crush. Too... intense... for that. He knows, since I never hesitate to tell him, but we don't let it get in the way of our friendship. That's what I like about Aya: he doesn't let things that don't exactly adhere to his plans get in the way of what he wants. Even if it is something I want him to feel for me, I respect that he doesn't like me that way... yet! I'm on a campaign. I'm being my true self around him, and I've stopped going to bars every night. We still go out for a night on the town sometimes, but ever since I decided I
really wanted Aya to realize that I don't just want to get in his pants. Which I do, but... that's not the only reason, far from it, that I love Aya.
So I'm being nice to him. I'm not being lascivious to him or anyone else, I've stopped taking down the numbers of the fangirls who come into the shop. Now I just talk to them so they'll buy flowers. And now Valentine's Day is on the horizon. I'm really trying to be sweet, but I can't do anything "out of character" (a.k.a. me acting like anything but a completely flirty playboy with nothing on his mind but the head between my legs) in front of Omi and Ken, since neither of them knows about me liking Aya "that way." Also, he'd get really annoyed if I did anything weird to him in front of them. Or "weird" according to the persona that everyone but him, Asuka (when she was alive), and my family knows me as. So now no one but him knows of that me, since my family has long since all died or lost contact with me (Ever since I became an assassin. It was necessary.). Oh, he feels so special. Actually, I have no idea how he feels about that part of it, but I know exactly what he
thinks of almost every topic we've ever discussed, and we've had a lot of discussions. Aya and I like to get drunk together or just go out to a fast-food place that stays open really late (usually an American place) and eat junk food like fires until the wee hours, drinking too much soda and talking. So I guess I'm hoping being extra sweet to him is enough to get him to get the picture.
Aya's P.O.V.
I was just spacing out, but Youji came over and got me to snap out of it. I couldn't ignore him after he stuck his fingers in my face and snapped them, and then stared me in the eyes. I guess he actually wants to talk to me.
"What?" I asked, trying to be nice.
"Um, you were just, like, sitting there for, like, 20 minutes. I thought you had fallen asleep, but your eyes were open." He was acting like such a teenager, with all those "like's" that I had to be silly too. I smirked at him before answering.
"Yeah, well, we both know I don't sleep. I'm superhuman. Why the hell did you think I was sleeping if you knew that?" I said, intending to make him laugh. It worked, not surprisingly. I know all the right buttons to push, since I'm his best friend. Not that anyone but us and the guy at the counter in the fast-food place we always go to knows that, since I don't really have a personality around anyone but Youji. And he doesn't have a personality that reflects his true self around anyone else either. What a pair we make. And now he's being so goddamned nice to me! It's really truly hard not to just give in because he's trying so hard, but I really don't like him "that way." What with Valentine's Day coming up, I think he wants to get to me by then. He keeps on being all sweet when we're not with the others, trying to get me to see that he's not just interested in the sex, which I know is far from his only reason for doing this. He wouldn't do this just for lust, I know that
much. I don't let it get in the way of our friendship, though. That would kill Youji more than anything. I hope I don't break his heart or something like that without knowing it. I actually wouldn't want to do that if I knew I was doing it. I respect him too much as a friend to play that kind of power game with him.
I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it
"Do you wanna go get some lunch, Aya? I just got off from making deliveries, we could take the Seven." He was asking me if I wanted lunch. Why the hell not? And while we're at it, I added to myself, why not have some fun with Kenken and his bike?
"Hey, Yo-tan, you know what?" I said, my brilliant idea and plan evolving in my head.
"What?" he asked curiously.
"I think we should "steal" Ken's bike and ride that to lunch." He loved the idea of pissing off Ken for no reason at all, it showed plain on his angular face, and I mentally congratulated myself on that one.
"So here's what we'll do..." And I told him my plan. We each went off to get ready and implement our parts of the plan.
(At the café, about half an hour later.)
Still Aya's P.O.V.
You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You ask how my day was
We sat in a café, sipping Cokes and talking while we waited for out orders to come. This was what we usually did when we went somewhere together. They were never fancy, these outings, and they most certainly were not dates. Youji probably could have made them dates easily, but I never let him. On the way over, he had presented me with an orchid, my favorite kind. I managed to be graceful about it... I did say he was making the moves on me, didn't I? Heh... even though I am the guy's best friend, he never exactly displayed his poetic side, even tome, before now. It's sort of funny, since I know I'm exactly like that, with a little less melodrama. It's really quite entertaining, how similar we are if you think about it... Sometimes I do. Ah well, now we're just rambling about the day and how annoyed Ken's going to be when he figures the ruse out. I asked him to go get some more soil in the Seven, and then when he was gone, Youji drove his bike around to the front to pick me
up. Funny, how those things work out... It was a lot like a date, like he was picking me up on his motorcycle and I had been wandering around waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up, just like a teenage girl. Alright, so I might like him a little that way, but... well, it just wouldn't work. We're too like each other.
So then I hopped on the back of the motorcycle and off we went, zooming down the streets of Tokyo. I love speed. I'm one of those people who volunteers to be designated driver late at night so I can get the adrenaline high off the speed when no one's on the streets. Youji loves driving with me because of that. Omi and Ken are always left in the dust when I do that, but they get home before us because I drive for about three more miles than I need to so that I can speed for longer periods of time. God, I love adrenaline. The motorcycle was even better than the car as far as headrush goes- I loved it, and Youji actually knows how to drive a bike, from when he had one when he was a kid and when he was a P.I. We wove through the lanes like madmen, dodging cars and lanesplitting like crazy. I didn't even care that the police might get on our tails, it was so fun. Usually I'm a freak about that kind of thing, but not where it comes to being fast. Who the hell cares anyways?
You've already won me over in spite of me
Don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault
Author's notes: So this is my second V-day fic in one day. It's sort of scary. I think my Valentine's spirit is kicking in a little teeny bit late... I accidentally wore all green on V-day, and I told this kid it was St. Pat's day, just as a joke, and the idiot believed me! He went around telling people about how weird it was that St. Pat's and St. V's days were on the same day. I seriously didn't mean to make him looke stupid, he was just really gullible.... Ookay, Rue is shutting up about that now. Okay, so people, how is it? I'm using an Alanis Morissette song, "Head Over Feet" which I was listening to, and the fic sort of just came to me. It's gonna be a sap, but eventually lemon-flavored speed on euphemisms will come their way. Sounds like some exotic drink or something... maybe that's what it will be called when- *slaps hand to mouth* Oh no! I'm not supposed to tell you what happens next! You'll just hafta wait. *sticks tongue out at insulted readers*
So, gimme an email if you feel like it at [1]rosevickery@msn.com, kay? Talk to you people later! Read and respond, that's the ticket!
--- Rue chan
References
1. mailto:rosevickery@msn.com