a/n: So I was reading this recently and decided that the old version sucked balls; so I am writing it over again. Lame; I know, but I want to post stories that I'm proud of. Hopefully everyone will like this version as much as they liked the old one. Oh and instead of posting foreign words at the beginning they will be at the end of each chapter. That is all for now.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Weiss Kreuz. If I did then Aya would be mine and that would be cool.
As Youji closed the Koneko's gate a delicate, manicured hand caught the edge. He grinned recognizing the woman's legs. "Well hello Manx." He pulled the gate back up. The redheaded woman standing on the other side smiled.
"You were waiting for me then?"
"That and I'd recognize those legs anywhere." His eyes were drawn to the man standing behind her and his breath caught in his throat. Manx had said that she was going to be bringing by their new team member, but he hadn't been expecting this. The man or teen, Youji wasn't quite sure how old he was but he looked young, was thin and about 5' 10" with silky red hair that hung in his face. He wore a black turtleneck and dark jeans that clung tightly to his small frame and looked about ready to blow over in the cold autumn wind. Manx had said that the new member was an amazing fighter, better even than he and Ken, so he had been expecting some muscle bound freak who was older and more experienced than them, not this delicate looking…well he wasn't quite sure how to finish that thought.
"So are you going to invite us in?" Manx asked, tossing her long, crimson curls over her shoulder. Youji stepped to the side and held the gate open, watching them enter. The young redhead barely glanced at him, which was a slight blow to his ego. He'd had many different reactions from men and women over the course of his twenty-six years, but never cold indifference. He shivered slightly at the chilly aura floating off the younger man. Ice was warmer than him. As he was about to close the gate he saw a man climb out of Manx's car carrying a long thin case and a small, black sports bag. He handed them to Youji then got back into the car. The blonde frowned down at them not really knowing what to do with the items. "Those belong to Aya-kun, Youji-san." Manx gestured to the man standing beside her. Youji handed the case and bag to him then finished locking up. "Omi-kun, Ken-san!" She called. Simultaneous calls of 'coming' floated through an open door at the back of the shop. Ken came through the door first and stopped short seeing the redhead. Omi, who had been following too closely, ran right into him causing Youji to snicker. He glanced over at their new member; if he had found it funny it didn't show, which was too bad. Youji had a feeling that the boy's smile was as amazing as his lean, tight body. He smiled looking the younger man up and down appreciatively, then frowned noticing faint bruises around his bottom lip that and jaw. Most of which was hidden by his hair. "Well everyone, this is Aya Fujimiya, your new team member."
"You're kidding right?" Ken raised an eyebrow looking the redhead up and down; much like Youji was, but with a much different motive.
"No, Ken, this is Abyssinian. I sent his file to Omi earlier, you all should have been briefed by now." Manx replied, a frown creasing her perfect brow.
"Nothing in that, very censored, file told us to expect that." Ken's lip curled as he pointed at the newcomer. "He looks like he'd fall over if he sneezed." The redhead's violet eyes narrowed slightly. "No offense, kid, but-"
"That's enough Ken." Manx snapped. "Persia assigned him to Weiss so I suggest you get used to the idea, and remember the old adage to not judge a book by it's cover." She put a protective arm around the thin man's shoulder. "He's been through a lot the past couple weeks." She glanced at the side of Aya's face, her face filled with concern. He barely blinked. "Go easy on him." She let her arm fall. "Remember you can call if you need to talk, Aya." She said quietly. He nodded, finally looking at her. She smiled brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Good, now, you three make him feel at home." She met each of their gaze carefully before leaving out the side door that led into the alley alongside the flower shop.
"We'll see how long you last." Ken growled before turning and leaving the shop. Omi frowned after him.
"I must apologize for his behavior." He said turning to Aya. The redhead shrugged. "I'm Omi, by the way." He held out a hand but Aya didn't take it. "That was Ken." The teen indicated the door their fellow assassin had just left through.
"I read your files." Youji almost melted hearing the soft deep voice. He couldn't believe his luck. Aya Fujimiya was perfect. Face, skin, body, hair, and now voice. He rubbed his hands together inwardly, he was going to have the little assassin if it killed him.
"I guess ours had photos included." Omi laughed. Aya only nodded. "Well then I guess I could show you to your room."
"I'll do that." Youji stepped forward. "You were starting dinner anyway right?"
"Oh yeah." Omi bit his lip looking up at Youji. "Behave yourself."
"I always do." Youji gave him his best smile, but it only seemed to worry the teen more.
Aya kept his face neutral as he passed the brunette named Ken, who was leaning against a counter in the kitchen. He ignored the glare he shot at him and kept his eyes on the pervert's back, following him at a distance. The small blonde, Omi, began reproaching Ken as the other two entered the kitchen. "So this is the, uh, kitchen. Omi does all the cooking so don't worry about that. Next we have the living room." Youji led him into a relatively clean room with a spiral metal staircase winding up in one corner. "This is where we get all our briefings." He explained gesturing at the large T.V. that dominated the far wall. "Upstairs we have the bedrooms." Youji motioned for Aya to go first. The redhead gritted his teeth, knowing the older man just wanted to watch his ass, but mounted the stairs. He glanced back surreptitiously to see that the perverted blonde was, in fact, watching his ass intently. Great, just what he needed, another team member who wanted in his pants. Aya shook his head slightly. He reached the top of the stairs to find a long hallway with four doors. Moving to the side he let Youji pass. The tall blonde walked to the first door one the left opened it and motioned for Aya to go in.
"This one's yours." He grinned. "I'm right across the hall," he pointed at the door to the right, "Ken is next to you, and Omi's across from him." He pointed to the two doors farther down the hall respectively. Aya stayed silent as he entered the room. It was very Spartan and held only furniture, which made him feel a bit better about coming. There was a bed with small night table. A small dresser stood against the wall next to a desk with wooden chair. There was a door next to the head of the bed, which he presumed was a closet and a window at the foot it of that had a view of the alley between them and the next building. The only thing he needed was a book case, but then again he could just use the desk drawers. He set his duffle on the bed, bristling suddenly as Youji came up behind him. The redhead turned so that they were facing each other, which halted the blonde's advance.
"That's the, uh, bathroom." He said pointing to the door. "Unfortunately you share with Ken-kun. So just make sure to lock both doors in there when you're using it, heh, heh." The lanky blonde rubbed the back of his head red faced. Aya nodded in reply, returning to his bag as Youji perched on the edge of the desk. He ignored the blonde for the moment as he unbuckled the strap that kept the bag closed. "So, is it up to your standards?" Youji asked smiling. Aya nodded unzipping his bag and opening it. He could tell that his not speaking was frustrating the older man, but couldn't care less. "You're a man of few words huh?" Youji made a choking sound of frustration, as Aya nodded again. He picked up the case he kept his katana in and decided to play with the pervert a little, maybe he'd go away. "So what do you fight with?" Youji asked, trying again. Aya walked over to the dresser and set the case on top giving it one final caress before opening it and pulling out his katana. "A sword huh? You any good?" Aya nodded pulling it out of the sheath slightly to look at the gleaming blade that had saved his life more than he could count. His own violet eyes stared back at him. He snapped it back together and put it away in its case.. He sighed inwardly, walking back to his duffle and began to pull out some of his secondary weapons as Youji stretched and straightened. "Well I guess I'll leave you to-" He stopped staring at the weapons laying on the bed. There were two knives, a gun, and a silencer. Aya picked up one of the knives and slid it under the pillow looking back at Youji to watch his reaction. The blonde's emerald eyes moved up to his own amethyst ones. "You're, uh-" He swallowed hard. "-well armed."
"I also sleep with one eye open." He said softly picking up the gun and checking the slide to make sure it hadn't been damaged. Youji coughed slightly and turned away.
"I think Omi's calling." He rushed out awkwardly. Aya followed him to the door watching as he entered his own room and closed the door instead of heading downstairs where he could smell that someone was cooking. The redhead allowed himself a small smile as he shut his door. Blondie didn't know what he was getting himself into, and if Aya could get him turned on just by checking his gun; this was going to get interesting.
Youji swore softly collapsing against a wall, trying to will the bulge in his jeans to go away. He wasn't supposed to be the one chasing, and why did that cold redhead make him so hot. His thoughts returned to the image of him checking the gun, unbeknownst to the redhead his shirt had slid up to reveal his hipbones and a lovely portion of his lower abs. His erection swelled, shit, he was going to have to take care of this. With his erection straining against his jeans uncomfortably he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, stripped and climbed in. Once in he let the water run over him, debating with himself if he wanted to release or just turn the water cold and make it go away. He weighed his options; on one hand he could jerk off and feel ashamed later, or he could let the cold water do it's work and be cranky. Decisions, decisions. He grabbed hold of his throbbing erection with a sigh. If he was cranky the others would ask why. He pumped it, gently at first, but then he began to imagine sheathing it in the redhead's tight ass, much like the kid had sheathed his sword. His movements got faster and more aggressive causing him to fall against the shower wall panting heavily. He groaned letting his imagination run wild. Aya's deep voice moaning and whimpering as he begged Youji to do things to him. It didn't take long for his orgasm to hit and he leaned against the wall, spent. Even dream sex was exhausting. He quickly cleaned himself up and got out. After getting dressed he decided to go downstairs and check on the others. They were both in the kitchen, Omi was cooking dinner while Ken set the table. He had only put down three places and was now pulling a fourth set of everything from the cupboards. "Don't worry so much Ken-kun. Persia wouldn't have sent him to us if there wasn't a good reason."
"He fights with a sword." Youji added trying to be helpful. Ken just glared at him slamming the dishes down on the table.
"He just lost his other team Ken." Omi said putting the food on the table. "Can you at least try to like him a little."
"Shouldn't that be a red flag in and of itself. Obviously he's not that great if he lets his whole team get killed right in front of him." Ken argued angrily. "He probably got scared and froze up, that's what his kind does."
"Actually I killed them." The redhead's deep voice caused them all to spin in that direction.