A Christmas Carol
Disclaimer:
I don't own Weiss or any of the characters.
The basic idea and story belongs to Charles Dickens' (07th February 1812 – 09th June 1870).
Pairing: Aya x Ken
Rating: M for last chapter
A/N: I've started the story last year, finished 4 of 5 chapters in German and posted them on another site. After the holidays I couldn't'
summon the muse to continue, because the Christmas spirit was gone! :/ Now Christmas is coming again and I started to translate the story
into English. But as always I've started too late and now I can only hope to finish the whole story until Christmas Eve.
Although I understand English really well, I've my problems with translating into English, because it's not my mother tongue. I speak German
and we have tons of commas and complicated ways to describe something, which sounds good and right in German, but awful and wrong in
English. And because I don't like to post a story in a different language which is full of mistakes and misunderstandings I searched for a beta and found Emu3.
I WANT TO THANK eMu3, WHO'S A REAALY BIG HELP FOR ME and I also want to apologize to her beforehand for the pressure I'm putting
her under, because there are only two weeks left for four more chapters. I'm sorry eMu3! REALLY!
So I hope you enjoy this story!
Warnings: OOC – Romantik – SAP – lemon
// ... // Ran talking to others during his journey; Schuldig talking to others via telepathy or simply thinking to oneself. Confusing? Sorry.
FB = Feedback
Chapter 1/5 - Ebenezer Scrooge
"Hey Aya, how do you like this idea? It's almost Christmas! If we hang up a couple of branches here and…here…and maybe also here? Look,
mistletoe!" Omi gestured to several spots around the store with branches in his hands. "I know none of us want the girls to pester us too
much, but…what do you think? We could tie a red ribbon around us and make the perfect Christmas present for the girls!" Omi laughed and was all smiles.
He liked Christmas. For him it was a beautiful time. Everything seemed as though it was under a spell. It was a time which let him forget
bitter reality. For these couple of days he was a normal person, a normal boy like everyone else and he wanted to make the most of it. At
Christmas nothing reminded him of the reality of Weiß: Kritiker, Manx, Persia, Balinese, Bombay, Siberian or Abyssinian. Here were only Ken,
Yoji, Aya and himself; four young men who deserved a normal life, more than anyone else. He wanted to give them a couple of beautiful days
that would make them forget for a while who they were. He loved them, all of them. They were his family and he would protect them.
Yoji was enthusiastic about the idea. For this time he even forgot his own rule to never start something with a girl under the age of 18. But it
was not all about sex. It was all about Christmas, the time in which people for once forgot how ill the world was, a time in which they forgot
how bad their lives probably were and in which they – occasionally - thought about people who were by far worse off. The thought seemed a
little cynical if one took into account that they were killers. Who could be worse off than people who killed for a living? Somehow it sounded
like an excuse, a pathetic excuse. To kill even if it was in the name of the good was not something someone could be proud of, and any other
fate seemed to be better than the one they'd been handed. But this wasn't quite true, because that was the life Yoji had chosen for himself.
He could back out somehow, that he was sure about, but what would happen to those he could have protected if he would have stayed in
Weiß? What would happen to the innocents of this world, those who would become victims if he would not call a halt to the evil? He would
rather take on this burden and grant others a happy life.
Christmas was the time for him in which he thought of all those who had escaped the clutches of evil, whether they were aware of it or not.
He liked Christmas. Christmas was a great invention.
The idea to be run down, hugged and kissed by the girls, however, gave Ken the creeps. He was aware that they wouldn't be real kisses, but
nevertheless he didn't feel particularly comfortable with the idea. It was true that Christmas was steadily approaching, and he also liked
Christmas with all its magic and charm, but in fact he only wanted to be hugged and kissed by one person. Only one, no one else! Ken would
be appeased with a hug, a small kiss or maybe a "Thanks for being here!" He wanted nothing more. Well, this wish would never be fulfilled.
He knew this person too well, and knew that nothing, nothing was more important to him than his sister and the money that could see to her
recovery one day. Yes, he was talking about Aya. Ken liked Aya. He didn't only like him; he loved him from the bottom of his heart.
In the course of time his feelings for the other one had evolved into a one-sided friendship and then into an even more one-sided love with no
way out. Sometimes this knowledge was so aching that he could hardly breathe. But anything was better than to lose him. It was better to
accept him the way he was, to live alongside him but with the knowledge that they lived together in one house. It was better to spend their
days together in the shop than to go separate ways.
His feelings were secret only for Aya, because Yoji and Omi knew about it. Ken was bad at lying, very bad. No wonder therefore that the other
two found out about it eventually. Why Aya didn't yet know about his secret didn't surprise Ken. Aya saw nothing which didn't concern his
person, his revenge or his sister. Ken could only wait and hope, although this hope faded daily, however not his love. Ken couldn't deny it. It
fitted to the truth and this was his destiny. He could only love the redhead from afar, never more.
"I'm in, Omi! Sounds like a good idea!"
"Hn!" Aya turned away and hung his apron up. "Do what you want but don't expect me to take part in this humbug. If the brats buy
something, fine. If they buy nothing, we'll throw them out and no mistletoe can stop me from doing so!" Aya didn't wait for any reaction. He
opened the door to the living quarters, closed it after him with a loud jerk and stamped towards the stairs. The shift was over and done. Now
he wanted to take a shower, change clothes, eat something and then visit Aya-chan, nothing else. Fuck Christmas! It was an frivolous day.
Everybody suddenly got kind and nice. Everybody wanted to do something good for others and what was the rest of the year? It was only lies
and deception! Christmas was a day like every other one, lousy. What did he care whether the stupid fan girls were pleased to be hugged and
kissed or not? What did he care whether others were doing well or not? No one cared whether he was doing well. He couldn't remember if
anyone - apart from himself – had ever cared how he fared, or his sister, or his parents.
That was not quite the truth. Ken really seemed to care. Ken had tried from start to approach him. However as a teammate or a friend Aya
had no idea! But Aya wasn't willing to let anyone near. What did he care about friendship, the team, or even love? It was all unimportant and
worthy of nothing if one didn't get what one wanted. And he wanted everything that had been taken away from him back! Where was this
friendship and love when his parents were murdered? Where was all this when his sister was put in a coma by Takatori's car? Which
friendship or love could have prevented this? Which friendship or love could have prevented him, Ran, from losing everything he knew and
loved? He loved his parents, he loved his sister and he loved the money he earned and which ensured the medical care his sister needed. He
couldn't handle more love, even if he wanted to. For him Aya-chan was the most important thing in his life with nothing to follow; even his
own welfare was absolutely insignificant. Love! What did he need love for?
"Don't give me Christmas, love, peace and harmony ... you all don't have a clue what you're talking about!" Aya muttered and closed the bathroom door.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Status, Schuldig!"
"Everything's arranged. I just set off, so we'll see what comes out of it."
"Do it. I am confident that everything will go according to plan."
"Good to hear, Crawford!"
Schuldig slammed the door of the villa shut and headed toward his car. Though none of this really complied with his or with the others'
attitude towards life, he looked forward to what would happen. Even Farfarello with his hatred for god showed something like humanity at
such a time. At heart all of them were human, more or less, but in the course of time there wasn't much of that left. Each of them had his
own horrible past that had turned them into what they were today. It didn't mean, though, that they didn't know what it meant to be
'human'. Just because they didn't mind as much doing certain 'jobs' didn't mean they were completely cold-hearted. And Christmas brought
them joy again and again. It was a joy which all of them enjoyed very much, albeit it was accompanied by a bitter sadness time and again.
Schuldig directed his car down the wet and seemingly sad streets of Tokyo while he recalled the last couple of days. It had already been some
weeks since he had sensed a change in the otherwise extremely quiet presence. It was a presence he already watched closely for two
years and never lost sight of, a presence which gurgled along like a calm little stream. One Night, barely six weeks ago, something had
changed. Schuldig felt how the will to take part in this world again grow stronger. At first it had been weak, but in time it grew in strength
more and more. This had been their chance and they had taken it.
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"Ok, Brad! The point is…she is willing to help us, though on one condition."
"That would be?"
"Her brother."
"What's about him? He's alive!"
"That's the point! He lives. But how? That's what she doesn't like."
"But we're not responsible for that. He has to blame himself for that. No one forced him to live that way, what does she expect from us? That
we take him by the hand and lead him into a happy future?"
"We-e-e-ell…something like that."
"You're kidding me, Schuldig!"
"Never! Well…not this time. But I'm surprised that you didn't already know of this, Crawford."
"…I don't know everything." Crawford admitted shamefacedly. He knew much, he could predict much but he didn't know how people thought.
This was Schuldig's profession. That was the reason he'd put him on the kid, hoping that her spirits would be revived one day and Schwarz
would have an ace up their sleeves.
"What does she want?"
"Basically it's quite simple. For you at least, for my part I've already gotten a giant-size pack of aspirin."
"I am less than interested in your drug consumption, Schuldig!"
"Idiot!"
"What does she want, Schuldig?"
"She is poised to help us with the ritual. I will instruct her so that she'll direct her thoughts and flow of life in another direction, which will stop
them in time. If she does we can outsmart SZ. The ritual fails, SZ is without a plan, we get into the action and can free ourselves and the girl
from their talons. That's it. End. However, we must play a small "trick" on her brother."
"A trick?"
"Well, it's a trick for us, so I think we'll have our fun. She, however, has something else up her sleeve for him. She doesn't like how her
brother has become."
"I don't dare to enquire at all, Schuldig! What shall we do?"
"Does the name Ebenezer Scrooge ring a bell?"
"Ebenezer Scrooge?"
"Yep!"
"The Ebenezer Scrooge?"
"Yep, exact this one."
"Oh Lord! How much aspirin have you got?"
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Schuldig parked his car on the parking lot of Magic Bus hospital and approached the entrance. At first it was also hard for him to accept the
terms she had stated for helping Schwarz with the ritual, but what should he have done? They needed her. She knew what he was capable of,
and in the time that had passed both he and she had learned quite a lot about the other. She knew what her brother did for her, as she had
been aware of him for a fairly long time already. At the beginning she didn't quite understand it, didn't understand what he spoke about, but
with time she could string together the jigsaw pieces. However the fact that she couldn't speak with him, that she couldn't show him that she
heard him and that she still loved him, led to her searching for help elsewhere.
Schuldig had answered this quiet cry for help. How could he not? He listened to her silent spirit every single day until her desperate call
jerked him out of his sleep. He had gone to her, he had spoken with her and had let her chuck many R-rated words at him, but he had made
it. She believed him when he said that Schwarz wasn't to be blamed for her misery but Takatori and SZ. She believed that Schwarz also were
only a means to an end and looked for a way out of their self-created hell, and each of their words was true. Schuldig could have made her
believe everything, if he had wanted, but he hadn't. For a change of pace he had tried using the truth, because he knew if need be he could
also force her into doing everything he wanted. But this wasn't necessary and this fulfilled him with satisfaction, self-affirmation and a new hope.
Schuldig opened the door to Aya's room and paused for a moment. If everything went as planned, everyone involved would be content.
Everything would change, for everyone. Not only for Schwarz but for Weiß and for this girl who had overused her beauty sleep already for two
years. Carefully he closed the door behind him, sat in the chair which stood at the wall and joined her at her bedside.
//Hello Sweetheart! Not much longer and we'll have made it, all of us. Well, us at least. I can't tell what will happen with your brother but I'll
do my best. Nagi is ready and waiting to get this over with. His nagging is hard to endure. Sometimes I wonder how that 15-year old
teenager is only that old. He's worse than Crawford. Hey Sweetheart, are you afraid?//
//Hello Schuldig! Don't be so mean to him. A leopard cannot change its spots and neither can he. You are important to him even if he cannot
show it. But would he otherwise get into this game?//
//You're right. I think…that's how it is.//
//Hm…no!//
//No what?//
//I'm not afraid, not anymore. I know that everything will work out. It must turn out all right. It simply MUST. He has sacrificed so much for
me. The least that I can give him is his own happiness. Schuldig?//
//Hm?//
//Will everything work out?//
//Ha ha, not so sure anymore? I don't' know, Sweetheart, I really don't know! Your brother is a very stubborn moron! We only can try it,
that's all. What he makes out of this is up to him. We will do our share in any case.//
//Also Crawford?//
//Yes also Crawford. Even if he doesn't admit it, all of us are important to him and he would never put our only big chance on the line because
of something like that. Farfarello is already looking forward to it. He is, I think, the only one. Nagi, as said, is ready. Whether he is looking
forward to it or not is irrelevant, but he'll take part.//
//That's good to hear. When do we start?//
//Around midnight. The perfect time, isn't it?//
//Hee hee! Yes, that's perfectly true!//
//Not much longer. Let's go through the details once again!//
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Aya got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Little water pearls dripped off his red hair and fell on his shoulders. He was
still annoyed at his teammates. Why, he didn't exactly know. It was well due to the season, which turned everybody by 180 degrees, and
the hypocrisy with which the people acted towards others. But not with him. He didn't take part in that, never. Not until he had killed
Takatori, not until Aya opened her lovely eyes and took part in this bizarre life again. Until then he didn't care what others did with their lives
or whether they were happy or not. He could basically do without everybody and everything. He behaved - against his conviction - quite
friendly towards his roommates. After all it was not their fault. They hadn't killed his parents. They hadn't run over Aya-chan and they hadn't
chosen their lives either. But none of them had it as hard as he did.
Aya dried his hair with a second towel, threw it into a corner and left the bathroom. He wanted to visit his sister and was single-minded in
purpose. Jerkily he opened the cabinet door, fished some fresh clothes out and threw them on his bed. He was so lost in his thoughts that he
didn't hear the knocking at his door. Only after the door opened carefully and a brown shock of hair appeared did he start. He had forgotten
to lock the door, dammit!
"Aya? Hey, Aya Ma...oh shit! SHIT! Sorry!" Ken closed the door abruptly and leant against it, blushing terribly. "I'm so SO-O-O-ORRYYY, AYA!"
Ken squeezed his eyelids shut and bit on his clenched fist "REALLY!" He had seen Aya naked. Naked! And – no surprise – he really liked what
he had seen, damn well. Nevertheless this situation was embarrassing for him. More than embarrassing. "Uhm...Aya? Manx is already here!
We're waiting downstairs for you, ok?"
Aya stood with wide eyes in his room and stared at the door. The towel which he had just removed from his waist lay carelessly at his feet.
//Oh…my…God!// He hurried to the door, turned the key and leant his forehead against it. //SHIT!//
"Got it! Just one minute!"
"O-Ok! I'm…going a-ahead…then!"
"Yes! Yes, do that!"
Aya didn't actually need to look in the mirror to know what he looked like just at the moment. He did it nevertheless. There he stood. Butt
naked and blushing like a girl. //Ken has seen me naked! KEN has seen me naked!// He didn't want to imagine which fantasies Ken would
have from now on.
Oh yes! He knew about Ken's little secret. How couldn't he? He already knew it before Yoji or Omi did, but he had tried to ignore it as best he
could. He dismissed it as only a phase. Ken would find out one day that he only imagined all this and that he didn't really like Aya more than
he should. He mustn't. He couldn't. Aya couldn't return his feelings; he didn't have time for something like that. Love! Such nonsense. He
should have gone with Yuriko to Australia if he sought love. That would have been the best.
//Damn! Damn! Damn!// "Damn you Ken!" Aya banged his fist against the wall. "And damn you Manx!" The visit with his sister was canceled.
He had completely forgotten the meeting.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
//Ok, Sweetheart. Shall we begin?//
//Yes! Let's begin. Hey Schuldig?//
//Yeah?//
//Do you think it's ridiculous?//
//What?//
//This here! My condition!//
//……//
//I see!//
//No! No, I wouldn't say it that way. Not ridiculous! Strange. Peculiar. I think nobody would ever have come up with this idea even if he would
have had the possibilities for it.//
//Well! I had a long time to think about this!//
//Yeah, that's probably true!//
//So … is it ok?//
//Yes! Yes, it's ok!//
//Ok! Let's begin!//
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Okay gentlemen, that's it for today!"
"That's it?"
"Yes, Abyssinian, that's it! You know what's what. What did you expect?"
"No idea! Anything but this bullshit, Manx! I didn't have to be present. I could have got everything reported from K…Yoji afterwards!"
"You know that these meetings, especially after such missions as you had yesterday, are binding!"
"Hn! Forget it!" Aya pushed off the wall against which he had leant the last two hours and aimed for the spiral staircase which would lead him upstairs.
"Hey Manx, are you coming on the 25th?"
"Of course Omi! After all, I promised you!"
"Great! You'll see, we'll have a lot of fun. Momoe-san will also be there. And her cat. And all of us of course." Omi grinned broadly when he
thought of the upcoming Christmas festivities.
"Count me out!" Aya growled while he opened the door.
"Aya...?" Yoji wanted to say something else, but at the same moment the cellar door slammed shut and Aya was gone.
"Asshole!"
"Don't say that, Yoji-kun!"
"But it's true!" Yoji whirled around and glared at Omi, his fists clenched at his side.
"Maybe yes. But he doesn't' have it easy either. With his sister in a coma, who knows whether I would…"
"You would, Omi, believe me!" Yoji was furious. He had stand by and watched Aya's permanent foul mood far too long. He had enough.
"There are people who've had it worse and who haven't become such arrogant assholes!"
"Hey Yoji! Leave him. Please!" Ken sighed in frustration. He had the strong urge to defend Aya, because Ken knew that deep inside Aya was a
good person. He had to. After all he loved him. "He will catch himself one day and who knows perhaps we'll live to see a miracle and he'll be a
different person at Christmas."
"I seriously wonder what you see in that guy, Ken! You hit a brick wall with him anyway! Don't you see it?"
"Yoji-kun! Don't!" Omi warned. He agreed with Yoji, but he also knew that this only made Ken more desperate than he already was.
"Forget him, you only bring misfortune on yourself!"
"I know Yoji." sighing Ken rose from the sofa and burrowed his hands in his pockets. "I know!"
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Damn you Manx!" Had he already mentioned this before? For this unnecessary meeting he had had to forget the possibility of seeing his
sister. For what? Wasn't it enough that he fulfilled the orders, successfully at that? Why should he or Kritiker care what happened after that?
The target was dead! All of Weiß were well and unharmed. That alone counted, nothing else. And Omi! This Christmas again! Couldn't they
leave him alone with that? What did they want from him? Why was it so important to them?
Aya threw his clothes carelessly on the desk chair and flopped onto his bed. It was obviously too late now to still go to the Magic Bus hospital.
He had never cared much for visiting hours, nevertheless ten o'clock in the evening was obviously too late. Irritated and tiredly he rubbed his
eyes and rolled onto his back. He would be glad when Christmas was over. New Year's Eve he understood so it at least wasn't so very
unpleasant for him, even if he didn't find any reason to celebrate it either. But at least this fuss would stop and perhaps Ken then would be
different again, too. He'd observed how Ken had changed this time. He was even more sensitive than usual and one could see how his eyes
took on a sad glimmer. At this point in time it was even harder for Aya to ignore him than usual.
Aya closed his eyes, covered himself up and drifted slowly into a restless sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
//Ran…Ran wake up!//
Slowly Aya opened his eyes and looked around in his dark bedroom in confusion. What was this? Had he dreamt?
//Ran!//
Aya jumped up in his bed with a start and looked blindly for the switch of the bedside lamp. Tensely he stared into nothingness and
concentrated on every single noise. He could have sworn he had heard his sister call for him. But this couldn't be. He was sure that the past
day, not to mention the fact that he almost thought of his sister every minute lately, lead him to believe in her being there.
Sighing, Aya ran his fingers through his hair and looked at his alarm clock. Midnight. "Witching hour!" With a laugh Aya flopped back onto his
pillow and looked at the ceiling. "Oh Aya! I am sorry that I haven't come to pay you a visit today!" Aya sighed.
//Don't waste your breath!//
Aya started up again. But this time he reached instinctively for his katana which hung over his bed. This was not an illusion. No dream, he
was awake. Wide-awake, he was sure. That was the voice of his sister.
"A-Aya?"
//Listen to me!//
"Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming! Is this really you?"
//Jeez! Yes, it's me! Really and truly!//
Ran swallowed hard and turned to look straight ahead, and his sister appeared in front of him. It was her, somehow. Her whole appearance
seemed weak and transparent, but there she stood in front of his bed. She was in her hospital robe. Ran rubbed his eyes and swallowed hard.
"What ...?"
//Be quiet and listen to me. I'm tired of it!!//
"Tired? Of what?"
//You. Your life. Your attitude. I can't stand it any more! You miss the best in your life and for what?//
"For what? But I do all of this only for you!"
//I never asked you to do so. I have never asked you to give up your life. Your fortune! Love! I never wanted that. Listen to me! Within the
next three nights three ghosts will haunt you. Don't ignore them as you ignore so much else. If I am important to you, then you'll go with them!//
Aya was sure that he was dreaming. It had to be that. This was simply too bizarre. His sister appeared to him in the middle of the night! The
only time in two years and she was babbling something about ghosts? This had to be a dream.
//Ran! Listen to me! I'm not a dream! I will prove to you that I am not a dream!//
"Yeah! Of course!"
//Really! Within the next three nights, starting tomorrow, each time at midnight one of those ghosts will haunt you. Go with them and you will
see things you have already forgotten and suppressed.//
"Ghosts? There are no such things as ghosts. I don't believe in such nonsense. You are only a dream, Aya. An illusion my subconscious plays
for me. As much as I wished you were really here, it's only a dream!"
//We will see. We will see!//
Slowly Aya-chan faded in front of her brother's eyes until she was completely gone.
Ran, startled, sat up and pushed the radio alarm off the bedside table which landed with a loud thud on the ground. Cold sweat had formed
on his forehead and he breathed heavily. "A dream! This was only a dream!" With wide eyes he looked around in the dark, recalled what he
had just dreamt. He hadn't dreamt of his sister in this form for a long time. His dreams concerning Aya always revolved around one of two
thing: the day on which she was put in a coma by Takatori and the moments in which he visited her at her hospital bed. Ran blamed the fact
that he couldn't visit her as promised, because of the meeting with Manx, for this dream. "It was only a dream!" Wasn't it? Sighing Ran
flopped back and laid one arm over his eyes. Christmas, ghosts, love...all nonsense.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Don't you also think that Aya's been behaving more strangely today than usual?"
"How so, Ken?"
"I don't know! He's even more quiet than usual and he seems to have his mind permanently on something else."
"Maybe. I can't tell exactly. You're the expert in this field!"
"Expert, huh?" //If I were an expert in the field of Aya my life would probably not be so lousily complicated!// Ken had dreamt, once again,
that Aya opened up to him and confessed that he had already cherished the same feelings for Ken for a long time. Then they had kissed long
and passionately until a thud from Aya's room had woken Ken. Although he had worried briefly whether Aya was all right and what kind of
noise that was, he had quickly decided to dismiss the thought. He wanted to continue the dream again where he was interrupted before.
Therefore he turned on his side, pulled the blanket tightly over himself and fell asleep. However he hadn't dreamt of Aya further.
They were in the shop now and waited for the big afternoon rush of fan girls. Yoji and Omi had finished the last decoration work and three
mistletoe ornaments now hung in the 'Koneko no Sumu Ie', among other things.
Ken stared at the cut flowers in front of him, lost in his thoughts. He should have been putting the flowers together in an arrangement. One
day Aya-chan would wake up and everything would change, including Aya! That Ken was sure of. And then, then at last he would tell him. If
Aya accepted him, Ken would be the happiest person in the world. And if not then he would give up, for good.
"Gotcha!" Yoji held Kens face in his hands and gave him a kiss on his lips. He grinned cheekily when he saw Ken's flabbergasted look and his very red face.
"Y-Yo…W-What …?"
Yoji pointed at the mistletoe over their heads which hung innocently from the ceiling.
"B-but this is m-meant for t-the girls only!"
Yoji still held Ken's face in his hands and shrugged his shoulders. "You know Ken you just looked like you needed that badly! You know I like
you very much. You are my friend therefore let me tell you this: stop moping so much! One day he will see how lucky he would have been
having you and until then...!" Yoji kissed Ken again, this time on his forehead.
"Damn, Kudoh! Don't keep Ken from his work. Better take care of your orders!" Aya hissed.
Again Yoji grinned cheekily when he winked at Ken. "Do I hear jealousy here?" he whispered, only audible for Ken, and got back to work again.
//I only wish you weren't hearing impaired, Yoji!// Ken sighed and touched the spot on which Yoji had kissed him.
Aya devoted himself to the cash register again. The good mood and perfect world that had reigned in the store for the last few days had
made him ill. Yoji always had been quite permissive with showing physical proximity but did he have to kiss Ken? In just a couple of minutes
school would end and he could allocate as many kisses as he wanted. That was just fine with Aya. He didn't have any ambitions to take part
in this tradition and he would avoid coming to a halt under any mistletoe. Mistletoe, love...Yoji could kiss whomever he wanted as far as Aya
was concerned. Even Ken. He didn't give a shit. It was all nonsense.
Aya slipped his shirt over his head and flopped onto the bed. God, he'd be glad when this Christmas was finally over. It's not just
that everyone behaved like idiots; even he seemed to let himself be provoked to act like he otherwise would have never done. Aya screwed
up his eyes and buried his face in the pillow. He had been occupied with the dream all day, and the mixed feelings it had set off. Omi and the
others were in full Christmas mood and let themselves willingly be hugged by the fan girls, giving pecks on the cheek like good boys. Ken had
voluntarily taken on Yoji's orders and stayed mostly at the working desk, but every time he went to the cupboard to fetch a new flower ribbon
or an accessory or something else, one of the girls attacked him. They were waiting like vultures for this moment because Yoji had hung a
mistletoe exactly above that spot.
After the tenth time Aya had snatched up a knife, gained access to the weed that had been dangling over a now terrified girl and cut it off. He
ignored the horrified looks of the others. Ken's work quota was reduced by this nonsense in a measure which was not acceptable. That was all
that counted for him. Work, money, his sister. Any more questions?
End Chapter 1/5
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Until the next chapter!
Greets
Caffreys