-1I don't own Weiss Kreuz, I only own this story. If I owned Weiss there would've been tonnes of Yaoi! Like a sensory overload of it!
Chapter 1
Aya watched Yohji putter around the shop, trying to make himself at least look busy as he flirted with anything that moved.
That pissed Aya off. Wasn't Yohji serious about their relationship? They were still on rocky ground, but Aya was not the type to share. Yohji claimed to love him, but maybe a relationship was too much to ask of the playboy. Yohji wouldn't even look at him right now.
Ken and Omi knew about their relationship even though they hadn't said anything. But right now they seemed painfully aware of Aya's rage.
"Um, Aya, would you mind doing some deliveries?" Ken asked, offering him an out.
They still treated him a bit like a lost child, but they were starting to get back into the swing of things.
Of course, right now he'd be damned if he'd drive that gay little flower-mobile, no, he was going to take his car. If some of the flowers got ruined in the backseat then it wasn't meant to be. Case closed. Of course normally he wouldn't give a crap about what car he used as long as he had the Porsche for when he needed it.
"We'll load them all up into the…"
"Into my car," Aya interrupted Omi.
"You sure? What if they wreck your seats? Don't go blaming me if they make your car nasty, and stink like way too many different types of flowers," Ken scratched the back of his head.
"Put them on the floor in the backseat. I don't care." Aya set down the spray gun and stole one last glance at the flirting playboy before he grabbed some of the arrangements and followed Ken to the car.
"Aya, don't pay him any mind. I don't know why he has to be like that, but I think he really does…"
"Shut up," Aya bumped Omi with his shoulder hard enough to make the boy stumble as he moved toward the drivers' seat.
He was getting the hell out of here before he grabbed the woman Yohji was flirting with and snapped her pretty little neck. He would not be played with!
"Aya, I'll talk to him…"
"Leave it alone, he's not your concern." Aya started up the car and then roared down the street, leaving the two younger members of Weiss staring at the retreating car.
Aya didn't want to care. He hated feeling jealous! It was shameful, really, that he'd let Yohji get into his heart like that knowing that the man was a player.
The signs had all been right there, hell, at one point he'd even seen those signs and acted on them, leaving the blonde staring at his back as he walked away.
What was worse was that he'd have to watch Yohji's back tonight. They had a mission and Yohji was going to have to be his usual shameless self to get close to the target. Kritiker had wanted Aya to get close to the target, being that the man preferred redheads. But Aya was backup. He'd said he would only deal with the man if the man went past Yohji. Then he would have to move in and flirt.
In other words, tonight was going to be hell no matter what happened. All he wanted was to go somewhere, anywhere, to get away from Yohji even for one night.
But that wasn't likely to happen given the mission details.
Author's notes: It is a Porsche that Aya drives, right? Or did I totally screw that up? Let me know. And Yohji's hair is such a cross between brown and blonde that I'm going to go with blonde.
