Disclaimer: I do not own Weiss Kreuz or 'November Rain' lyrics. Weiss
Kreuz belongs to Koyasu Takehito and Project Weiss. November Rain is
copyrighted and owned by Guns N' Roses. I'm just borrowing them for the
story!
Notes: I wanna thank Rii-chan and Amy-chan for beta-ing the story!!!!!!!! ^_____^ This wouldn't have gone up if it wasn't for them!!!!!!! ARIGATOOOOOO! Also, this is my first fanfic that will become a yaoi (probably in the next chapter if I get enough requests!!!!!) Also, I'll do a focus on Ken/Omi later on after they're done, in the same timeline for all you K/O fans out there!!!!! ^__________^
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When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained
Music blasted so loudly that any sober person wouldn't be able to hear himself think. Or in this case, any sane sober person. The room was cloudy with smoke and fog from the dance floor, done in shades of blues, grays and blacks. Lights flashed to and fro, never stopping on one person, always moving. The atmosphere in the air was eclectic, with people dancing to and fro, chatting, flirting. Over at the bar, a tall lanky man clad in skintight clothing, leather pants and a sheer forest-green top was sitting down, sipping on a bottle of sake, alone. His hair was wavy, and it was pulled back up in a low ponytail. A beautiful woman dressed in short skirt, small halter top, and her makeup done to the nines walked up to the man, but after a few moments, left looking angry.
Tonight should have been one of Kudoh Yohji's best nights, what with the women coming up to him and proposing him, but he wasn't having fun. Instead, he was sitting with a small frown on his face, deep in thought. He was thinking of a certain icy redhead that was at this moment, sitting in his bed, reading a classic novel. Yohji couldn't figure Aya out. One moment, he was just as icy as ever, then the next moment, a small amount of emotion let slip through, confusing him even more with the mixed signals.
Yohji took another gulp of sake, he wasn't drunk, he wasn't stupid to even try and drink it all away. They had been sleeping together off and on for about two months, and Yohji didn't even know why Aya had decided to do it with Yohji in the first place. They were the complete opposites, and they both knew it. But, lately, when Yohji looked at Aya, he could see some emotion in his eyes, and he knew that there was something more between them than they both would admit. They were just too stubborn to acknowledge it.
But darlin', when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
Yohji finally grew tired of sulking at the bar. He then slammed the sake down on the bar, startling the bartender and the patrons surrounding him. He stood up, paid for the bottle, grabbed his leather jacket, and went out in the cold November night. He huddled the jacket a bit closer around him, and wandered the streets a bit. He knew that he felt something more than lust for Aya, and had suspicion that it was same with Aya, too. He just couldn't figure out how to tell him without him closing up to Yohji again. It began to rain, and Yohji just huddled up and walked faster, heading towards the Koneko. He would figure out a way to tell Aya sooner or later.
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
Aya looked up from his book as soon as he heard the rain start to fall on the roof. He hoped that Yohji wouldn't return home too soaked, or he would be risking getting himself sick. He sighed, and looked down at his book, and shook his head in disgust. He hadn't gotten three pages ahead since he opened his book an hour ago. He was too busy thinking about his changing feelings for Yohji. He didn't want it to happen, but somehow, it slipped through his shields, and evolved into something more than lust for Yohji. When he first took Yohji up on his offer on sharing his bed, he wasn't expecting anything more than a one-time affair. The whole situation had spun out of his control without him being aware, and now, there wasn't really much else he could do to change the situation. He got up, and paced a bit in his room, then headed downstairs to grab a cup of water to sip before he went to bed.
Yohji walked down along the street in the rain. 'Man, it's cold..better hurry.' He thought to himself. He got to thinking about Aya on the way back to the Koneko. He hadn't really expected Aya to take up on his offer of sharing the bed, ever.Now that it had happened, it kept happening again, like they were drawn to each other like moths to a flame. He couldn't figure out when he had stopped feeling just lust for the redhead, and started to feel something more towards him. And he worried about how Weiss would change, if they did fess up and then tell Ken and Omi afterwards. They probably wouldn't be too surprised. In fact, they'd probably be happy, seeing as how they were a couple already. Have been for a few months. Of course, Weiss had changed quite a bit when they finally hooked up. Now, what would happen to Weiss if Aya and Yohji finally became a couple, if at all? Or what would happen if it all blew up right in front of their faces?
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Yohji saw the back entrance to Koneko, and he hurried a bit faster, wanting to get out of the rain as soon as possible. He headed up the steps, and opened the door into the dark kitchen. There he saw the unmistakable figure of Aya standing at the sink, looking back at him, glass held halfway to his lips. Yohji half-smiled at him. Aya did always have to have a glass of water before he went to sleep, Yohji remembered. It was one of his favorite quirks Aya had.
"Um, hey. Sure is raining cats and dogs out there." He began to shake the rain off his coat, and hung it behind the chair, and rubbed his arms a bit. Aya only nodded, not looking directly at Yohji. Yohji noticed this, and he sighed a bit half-heartedly. "Guess I'd better go and dry off before I catch a cold. Be seeing you." He turned, and began to head upstairs, not hearing the soft footfalls of Aya following him.
Aya had no idea why he was following Yohji upstairs at all. All he knew was that he needed to check and make sure that Yohji was alright and wouldn't get sick. He must be completely out of his mind, Aya concluded. He followed Yohji straight into his bedroom. Yohji, thinking that he was alone, sighed a bit, and took off his boots. Then he had the oddest feeling that there was someone in the room, and he turned around and was startled.
"Jesus! You scared me. What'd you want?" Aya didn't respond at all. Instead, to Yohji's complete bewilderment, he began to take off Yohji's clothes, dumping them on the floor in a pile to be taken down to the laundry room. "Uh, I'm not sure what you want, but-" Yohji was surprised once again when Aya just kissed him out of blue, not letting Yohji finish his sentence at all. They both stumbled on Yohji's bed, still kissing, and Aya moved so he was straddling Yohji's lap, and began to rock his hips into Yohji's. Yohji groaned, and he tried to pull off Aya's shirt and pants in an effort to undress him as well. Aya softly growled, and ripped off his shirt, and started to push Yohji to the bed, with Yohji pushing down Aya's pants roughly out of the way. They both fell into the bed, naked, grinding, and still kissing, every moment becoming more heated. Then Yohji was suddenly snapped back to reality, and he felt that this wasn't right. Then, suddenly as it began, Yohji pushed Aya away from him. Panting, he stared at Aya in bewilderment, while Aya stared at him in slight surprise, his lips a bit swollen and red.
An uncomfortable silence ensued in the room for a few minutes. Finally, Yohji closed his eyes and shook his head, breaking eye contact with Aya. He sighed.
"Look, Aya, as much as I enjoy these moments, I have to say that I'm not really in the mood to do this tonight." Aya just stared at him, completely taken aback. Yohji looked up, and noticed that. "Oh, it's not like that at all! It's just, well, it's been a rough night, ya know? And I was thinking I would take a hot shower, then go to bed, that's all." He rubbed the back of his head with his right hand, looking down, then he looked up.
Much to Yohji's surprise, Aya was nodding. "Hai. I suppose I'll go and leave you alone, then." Aya gathered up his clothes, put them on, then turned to head towards the door, but he was stopped by a hug from the behind.
"Thanks. Maybe I'll change my mind later tonight.will you be in your room if I do?" Aya smiled to himself slightly without Yohji noticing, and nodded. Then he noticed that he was smiling, quickly covered that smile up into a frown and got himself out of Yohji's embrace, put on his clothes quickly, and walked out of the room, leaving Yohji behind.
Yohji watched Aya leave, and sighed a bit. He hoped that he didn't put off Aya in any way due to his refusal. He gathered up his wet clothes, and tossed them in the dirty clothes pile, then grabbed a towel, and headed off to the bathroom to take a hot shower.
Aya walked into his bedroom, still a bit dazed, and sat on his bed without him being aware of what he was doing. Then he snapped back to reality, and suddenly wondered why Yohji didn't want to have sex with him when they were so close. He then began to frown, and lied down in the bed, thinking about that for quite a while, until he finally fell asleep.
Yohji headed into the bathroom, and turned on the water. He headed into the shower when the water was hot enough, and cleaned himself up. As he was cleaning himself, he started thinking about Aya, and how Aya had walked out of the room a bit quickly after Yohji had turned him down. He was snapped back to reality by the cold water rushing down on him, and he muttered and cursed a bit and jumped out quickly. He had been zoning out in the shower for so long that the water had turned cold on him. He dried himself off, headed off to his room and pulled on some pajama pants, and walked to Aya's bedroom after throwing his towel down someplace.
"Aya?" Yohji called very softly as he slowly opened the door to Aya's bedroom. Aya was still sleeping, and didn't stir at Yohji's call. Yohji looked in, and saw Aya, and smiled to himself. Aya looked beautiful when he was sleeping, looking peaceful. Yohji decided to tiptoe in, and sat in a soft chair, just looking at Aya. He really didn't get enough time to study Aya, he thought, as he took in Aya's features. His skin looked really soft and smooth, but Yohji knew that there were some rough patches, from the fighting that he had gone through in the past few years as assassin. The twilight illuminated Aya's blood red hair, and Yohji loved how the hair would shine under the light of the moon and the stars. It made Aya look ethereal, and not of this world. These were the moments that Yohji loved, and could believe that he was truly sent from somewhere else for someone.
Some time passed by, and Yohji supposed it was time for him to get up and head to bed himself, or he would never be able to get up before noon tomorrow morning for the shift in the Koneko. He got up softly, took one more look at Aya, and decided to give him a soft and gentle kiss on the forehead as a goodnight kiss, and leaned down. Yohji then gave Aya the kiss, and tiptoed out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him softly.
We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
It had been four days since that night. It was now raining outside, and it was very cold. Yohji was sitting outside in a tree, getting drenched, once again. Yohji sighed, and thought about how cold it was being in the rain again, like that night. Yohji then shook his head, and tried to clear his thoughts for the upcoming mission. It was becoming more difficult to be around Aya nowadays, seeing as how they hadn't resolved their feelings, and it had worsened the relationships surrounding them. Ken and Omi had noticed, obviously, and Omi had come to talk to Yohji about it. That talk did not go very well, and Omi had left furious at Yohji for refusing to talk to him about what was happening. This, of course, ended up having Ken angry at Yohji for making Omi furious, and that in turn made Aya furious because that wasn't how Weiss was supposed to act. Nothing was going Yohji's way lately.
Aya sighed a bit as he set up the com with Omi, and thought about that night and what had happened in the past few days. He was angry at Yohji for a few reasons, none of them good, but still, it provided him some distance. He didn't want to admit that he had gotten too close to Yohji, that he cared for him a lot more than he wanted to admit. He crouched, and fiddled with the com again, and thought a bit again. The rift was starting to affect Weiss, and if it kept worsening, then someone would have to do something about the problem, and he didn't want to lose Yohji, nor leave Weiss himself. But it could happen, and Aya knew it. He then got up after listening to Omi's command, and started to run towards the room where the target was located.
Yohji also received Omi's command, and started to head towards the room to meet up with Aya, but he turned a corner, and suddenly, there were two thugs facing him, both of them smiling wild maniac grins, and holding two semiautomatic guns. Yohji sighed, and set to work killing the men. He then saw that there were three more thugs coming up from behind him. 'What the hell happened?' he wondered, and kept on fighting, trying to get the thugs taken care of so he could get to Ran as quickly as possible, since it was likely that he was in a worse situation than Yohji was.
Aya looked around a corner, and ducked. He was in a bad spot, five men were after him already. This was supposed to be a easy mission, just go in and kill the target, bomb the building, then get out. But someone had tipped the target off, and now the building was riddled with thugs waiting to get a go at the infamous assassin group Weiss. Where was Yohji? Ken was already tied up in helping Omi escape. But Yohji was supposed to watch his back, not go wandering off somewhere! Aya mentally growled, and resolved to murder Yohji when, and if he did get out of this mess. He checked again, and then ran around the corner to find a small area where he could hide for some time until it was a bit more clear for him to make his escape. The target would have to wait another day, there was a mole in the Kritiker organization that was interfering with Weiss' work. Aya thought a bit about who the mole could possibly be, and was distracted enough so that he didn't notice one of the guys approaching him until it was nearly too late, and he looked up with a expression like a deer caught in the headlights, and readied himself to die.
Yohji finally killed all of the thugs that had jumped him, and started to sprint off towards the area that he heard fighting in. He got to the corner, and he saw a man with his gun pointed directly at Aya's head, and his eyes widened, and he started to run faster, willing with all his might to beat the bullet and save Aya's life.
The man shot at Aya, but Yohji jumped right in the middle of the bullet's path, and it missed Aya and hit Yohji instead. Aya shouted, he jumped up towards the man and slashed him across the chest, killing him nearly instanteously. He then turned to see how Yohji was. Yohji looked quite bad, he was bleeding heavily in the chest area, and Aya panicked a bit. Yohji also looked quite out of it. He was not coherent, and he kept mumbling some words that Aya couldn't hear at all. Aya bandaged the cut up, carefully watching Yohji's face to make sure he didn't put him in any further pain, and then he hefted Yohji up on his shoulders, and he looked around. He then saw his car parked nearby. 'Not much further to go' he thought. He was thankful that he had decided to park the car a bit closer to the site than usual. He set off in a running gait, somewhat dragging Yohji with him.
Later, at the hospital, Aya waited in the waiting room for news of Yohji's status. He thought a bit about what had happened between him and Yohji lately. From that night on, it seemed like it got worse between them, relations-wise. They started to fight more often, and seemed to fight over the dumbest things, such as if they were going to order pizza or get takeout for dinner. Aya winced at the memory, that was indeed unimportant in retrospect. It hurt to think about it, and he didn't like it. He wanted Yohji well, so he could sit down and have a long discussion with him about everything, especially about each other and what they were going to do about it. This situation had gone on long enough. Right as Aya decided to have that talk with Yohji when he was well, a doctor came in, and asked for the next of kin to Kudoh Yohji. Aya stood up.
"Well, Fujimiya-san, Kudoh-san is alright. It was just a surface wound, he was lucky that it didn't hit his lungs or any of the major blood vessels. He'll just need to rest for a few days, and then he'll be back to work. " The doctor smiled, and Aya nodded.
"Arigato. When can I take him home?" The doctor looked down at his notepad.
"He can leave as soon as he wakes up. We had to sedate him a bit to remove the bullet, stitch the wound, and dress it. Be sure not to let it get too wet, change the bandages twice daily. Kudoh-san cannot take showers for a few days, so he needs to bathe, and avoid getting the wounded area too wet. If it hurts, he can take some aspirin. That's pretty much all. He's in room 203. You may go get him." The doctor looked up, and smiled at Aya, and gave him the piece of paper with instructions. Aya left to go get Yohji.
Yohji was sitting up in the bed, already dressed and anxiously waiting to leave. He got up as Aya entered the room, but soon sat down when he saw the look on Aya's face. He instantly became concerned.
"Aya, what's wrong?" Aya merely looked at Yohji, and shook his head.
"Not here. We need to talk. We'll go someplace for a while, then head back to the Koneko." With that, Aya turned around, and headed out of the room, and Yohji followed, a bit puzzled, and they headed off to Aya's car to drive off to one of the safe places that Kritiker had set up for Weiss.
Notes: I wanna thank Rii-chan and Amy-chan for beta-ing the story!!!!!!!! ^_____^ This wouldn't have gone up if it wasn't for them!!!!!!! ARIGATOOOOOO! Also, this is my first fanfic that will become a yaoi (probably in the next chapter if I get enough requests!!!!!) Also, I'll do a focus on Ken/Omi later on after they're done, in the same timeline for all you K/O fans out there!!!!! ^__________^
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When I look into your eyes I can see a love restrained
Music blasted so loudly that any sober person wouldn't be able to hear himself think. Or in this case, any sane sober person. The room was cloudy with smoke and fog from the dance floor, done in shades of blues, grays and blacks. Lights flashed to and fro, never stopping on one person, always moving. The atmosphere in the air was eclectic, with people dancing to and fro, chatting, flirting. Over at the bar, a tall lanky man clad in skintight clothing, leather pants and a sheer forest-green top was sitting down, sipping on a bottle of sake, alone. His hair was wavy, and it was pulled back up in a low ponytail. A beautiful woman dressed in short skirt, small halter top, and her makeup done to the nines walked up to the man, but after a few moments, left looking angry.
Tonight should have been one of Kudoh Yohji's best nights, what with the women coming up to him and proposing him, but he wasn't having fun. Instead, he was sitting with a small frown on his face, deep in thought. He was thinking of a certain icy redhead that was at this moment, sitting in his bed, reading a classic novel. Yohji couldn't figure Aya out. One moment, he was just as icy as ever, then the next moment, a small amount of emotion let slip through, confusing him even more with the mixed signals.
Yohji took another gulp of sake, he wasn't drunk, he wasn't stupid to even try and drink it all away. They had been sleeping together off and on for about two months, and Yohji didn't even know why Aya had decided to do it with Yohji in the first place. They were the complete opposites, and they both knew it. But, lately, when Yohji looked at Aya, he could see some emotion in his eyes, and he knew that there was something more between them than they both would admit. They were just too stubborn to acknowledge it.
But darlin', when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
Yohji finally grew tired of sulking at the bar. He then slammed the sake down on the bar, startling the bartender and the patrons surrounding him. He stood up, paid for the bottle, grabbed his leather jacket, and went out in the cold November night. He huddled the jacket a bit closer around him, and wandered the streets a bit. He knew that he felt something more than lust for Aya, and had suspicion that it was same with Aya, too. He just couldn't figure out how to tell him without him closing up to Yohji again. It began to rain, and Yohji just huddled up and walked faster, heading towards the Koneko. He would figure out a way to tell Aya sooner or later.
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
Aya looked up from his book as soon as he heard the rain start to fall on the roof. He hoped that Yohji wouldn't return home too soaked, or he would be risking getting himself sick. He sighed, and looked down at his book, and shook his head in disgust. He hadn't gotten three pages ahead since he opened his book an hour ago. He was too busy thinking about his changing feelings for Yohji. He didn't want it to happen, but somehow, it slipped through his shields, and evolved into something more than lust for Yohji. When he first took Yohji up on his offer on sharing his bed, he wasn't expecting anything more than a one-time affair. The whole situation had spun out of his control without him being aware, and now, there wasn't really much else he could do to change the situation. He got up, and paced a bit in his room, then headed downstairs to grab a cup of water to sip before he went to bed.
Yohji walked down along the street in the rain. 'Man, it's cold..better hurry.' He thought to himself. He got to thinking about Aya on the way back to the Koneko. He hadn't really expected Aya to take up on his offer of sharing the bed, ever.Now that it had happened, it kept happening again, like they were drawn to each other like moths to a flame. He couldn't figure out when he had stopped feeling just lust for the redhead, and started to feel something more towards him. And he worried about how Weiss would change, if they did fess up and then tell Ken and Omi afterwards. They probably wouldn't be too surprised. In fact, they'd probably be happy, seeing as how they were a couple already. Have been for a few months. Of course, Weiss had changed quite a bit when they finally hooked up. Now, what would happen to Weiss if Aya and Yohji finally became a couple, if at all? Or what would happen if it all blew up right in front of their faces?
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Yohji saw the back entrance to Koneko, and he hurried a bit faster, wanting to get out of the rain as soon as possible. He headed up the steps, and opened the door into the dark kitchen. There he saw the unmistakable figure of Aya standing at the sink, looking back at him, glass held halfway to his lips. Yohji half-smiled at him. Aya did always have to have a glass of water before he went to sleep, Yohji remembered. It was one of his favorite quirks Aya had.
"Um, hey. Sure is raining cats and dogs out there." He began to shake the rain off his coat, and hung it behind the chair, and rubbed his arms a bit. Aya only nodded, not looking directly at Yohji. Yohji noticed this, and he sighed a bit half-heartedly. "Guess I'd better go and dry off before I catch a cold. Be seeing you." He turned, and began to head upstairs, not hearing the soft footfalls of Aya following him.
Aya had no idea why he was following Yohji upstairs at all. All he knew was that he needed to check and make sure that Yohji was alright and wouldn't get sick. He must be completely out of his mind, Aya concluded. He followed Yohji straight into his bedroom. Yohji, thinking that he was alone, sighed a bit, and took off his boots. Then he had the oddest feeling that there was someone in the room, and he turned around and was startled.
"Jesus! You scared me. What'd you want?" Aya didn't respond at all. Instead, to Yohji's complete bewilderment, he began to take off Yohji's clothes, dumping them on the floor in a pile to be taken down to the laundry room. "Uh, I'm not sure what you want, but-" Yohji was surprised once again when Aya just kissed him out of blue, not letting Yohji finish his sentence at all. They both stumbled on Yohji's bed, still kissing, and Aya moved so he was straddling Yohji's lap, and began to rock his hips into Yohji's. Yohji groaned, and he tried to pull off Aya's shirt and pants in an effort to undress him as well. Aya softly growled, and ripped off his shirt, and started to push Yohji to the bed, with Yohji pushing down Aya's pants roughly out of the way. They both fell into the bed, naked, grinding, and still kissing, every moment becoming more heated. Then Yohji was suddenly snapped back to reality, and he felt that this wasn't right. Then, suddenly as it began, Yohji pushed Aya away from him. Panting, he stared at Aya in bewilderment, while Aya stared at him in slight surprise, his lips a bit swollen and red.
An uncomfortable silence ensued in the room for a few minutes. Finally, Yohji closed his eyes and shook his head, breaking eye contact with Aya. He sighed.
"Look, Aya, as much as I enjoy these moments, I have to say that I'm not really in the mood to do this tonight." Aya just stared at him, completely taken aback. Yohji looked up, and noticed that. "Oh, it's not like that at all! It's just, well, it's been a rough night, ya know? And I was thinking I would take a hot shower, then go to bed, that's all." He rubbed the back of his head with his right hand, looking down, then he looked up.
Much to Yohji's surprise, Aya was nodding. "Hai. I suppose I'll go and leave you alone, then." Aya gathered up his clothes, put them on, then turned to head towards the door, but he was stopped by a hug from the behind.
"Thanks. Maybe I'll change my mind later tonight.will you be in your room if I do?" Aya smiled to himself slightly without Yohji noticing, and nodded. Then he noticed that he was smiling, quickly covered that smile up into a frown and got himself out of Yohji's embrace, put on his clothes quickly, and walked out of the room, leaving Yohji behind.
Yohji watched Aya leave, and sighed a bit. He hoped that he didn't put off Aya in any way due to his refusal. He gathered up his wet clothes, and tossed them in the dirty clothes pile, then grabbed a towel, and headed off to the bathroom to take a hot shower.
Aya walked into his bedroom, still a bit dazed, and sat on his bed without him being aware of what he was doing. Then he snapped back to reality, and suddenly wondered why Yohji didn't want to have sex with him when they were so close. He then began to frown, and lied down in the bed, thinking about that for quite a while, until he finally fell asleep.
Yohji headed into the bathroom, and turned on the water. He headed into the shower when the water was hot enough, and cleaned himself up. As he was cleaning himself, he started thinking about Aya, and how Aya had walked out of the room a bit quickly after Yohji had turned him down. He was snapped back to reality by the cold water rushing down on him, and he muttered and cursed a bit and jumped out quickly. He had been zoning out in the shower for so long that the water had turned cold on him. He dried himself off, headed off to his room and pulled on some pajama pants, and walked to Aya's bedroom after throwing his towel down someplace.
"Aya?" Yohji called very softly as he slowly opened the door to Aya's bedroom. Aya was still sleeping, and didn't stir at Yohji's call. Yohji looked in, and saw Aya, and smiled to himself. Aya looked beautiful when he was sleeping, looking peaceful. Yohji decided to tiptoe in, and sat in a soft chair, just looking at Aya. He really didn't get enough time to study Aya, he thought, as he took in Aya's features. His skin looked really soft and smooth, but Yohji knew that there were some rough patches, from the fighting that he had gone through in the past few years as assassin. The twilight illuminated Aya's blood red hair, and Yohji loved how the hair would shine under the light of the moon and the stars. It made Aya look ethereal, and not of this world. These were the moments that Yohji loved, and could believe that he was truly sent from somewhere else for someone.
Some time passed by, and Yohji supposed it was time for him to get up and head to bed himself, or he would never be able to get up before noon tomorrow morning for the shift in the Koneko. He got up softly, took one more look at Aya, and decided to give him a soft and gentle kiss on the forehead as a goodnight kiss, and leaned down. Yohji then gave Aya the kiss, and tiptoed out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him softly.
We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
It had been four days since that night. It was now raining outside, and it was very cold. Yohji was sitting outside in a tree, getting drenched, once again. Yohji sighed, and thought about how cold it was being in the rain again, like that night. Yohji then shook his head, and tried to clear his thoughts for the upcoming mission. It was becoming more difficult to be around Aya nowadays, seeing as how they hadn't resolved their feelings, and it had worsened the relationships surrounding them. Ken and Omi had noticed, obviously, and Omi had come to talk to Yohji about it. That talk did not go very well, and Omi had left furious at Yohji for refusing to talk to him about what was happening. This, of course, ended up having Ken angry at Yohji for making Omi furious, and that in turn made Aya furious because that wasn't how Weiss was supposed to act. Nothing was going Yohji's way lately.
Aya sighed a bit as he set up the com with Omi, and thought about that night and what had happened in the past few days. He was angry at Yohji for a few reasons, none of them good, but still, it provided him some distance. He didn't want to admit that he had gotten too close to Yohji, that he cared for him a lot more than he wanted to admit. He crouched, and fiddled with the com again, and thought a bit again. The rift was starting to affect Weiss, and if it kept worsening, then someone would have to do something about the problem, and he didn't want to lose Yohji, nor leave Weiss himself. But it could happen, and Aya knew it. He then got up after listening to Omi's command, and started to run towards the room where the target was located.
Yohji also received Omi's command, and started to head towards the room to meet up with Aya, but he turned a corner, and suddenly, there were two thugs facing him, both of them smiling wild maniac grins, and holding two semiautomatic guns. Yohji sighed, and set to work killing the men. He then saw that there were three more thugs coming up from behind him. 'What the hell happened?' he wondered, and kept on fighting, trying to get the thugs taken care of so he could get to Ran as quickly as possible, since it was likely that he was in a worse situation than Yohji was.
Aya looked around a corner, and ducked. He was in a bad spot, five men were after him already. This was supposed to be a easy mission, just go in and kill the target, bomb the building, then get out. But someone had tipped the target off, and now the building was riddled with thugs waiting to get a go at the infamous assassin group Weiss. Where was Yohji? Ken was already tied up in helping Omi escape. But Yohji was supposed to watch his back, not go wandering off somewhere! Aya mentally growled, and resolved to murder Yohji when, and if he did get out of this mess. He checked again, and then ran around the corner to find a small area where he could hide for some time until it was a bit more clear for him to make his escape. The target would have to wait another day, there was a mole in the Kritiker organization that was interfering with Weiss' work. Aya thought a bit about who the mole could possibly be, and was distracted enough so that he didn't notice one of the guys approaching him until it was nearly too late, and he looked up with a expression like a deer caught in the headlights, and readied himself to die.
Yohji finally killed all of the thugs that had jumped him, and started to sprint off towards the area that he heard fighting in. He got to the corner, and he saw a man with his gun pointed directly at Aya's head, and his eyes widened, and he started to run faster, willing with all his might to beat the bullet and save Aya's life.
The man shot at Aya, but Yohji jumped right in the middle of the bullet's path, and it missed Aya and hit Yohji instead. Aya shouted, he jumped up towards the man and slashed him across the chest, killing him nearly instanteously. He then turned to see how Yohji was. Yohji looked quite bad, he was bleeding heavily in the chest area, and Aya panicked a bit. Yohji also looked quite out of it. He was not coherent, and he kept mumbling some words that Aya couldn't hear at all. Aya bandaged the cut up, carefully watching Yohji's face to make sure he didn't put him in any further pain, and then he hefted Yohji up on his shoulders, and he looked around. He then saw his car parked nearby. 'Not much further to go' he thought. He was thankful that he had decided to park the car a bit closer to the site than usual. He set off in a running gait, somewhat dragging Yohji with him.
Later, at the hospital, Aya waited in the waiting room for news of Yohji's status. He thought a bit about what had happened between him and Yohji lately. From that night on, it seemed like it got worse between them, relations-wise. They started to fight more often, and seemed to fight over the dumbest things, such as if they were going to order pizza or get takeout for dinner. Aya winced at the memory, that was indeed unimportant in retrospect. It hurt to think about it, and he didn't like it. He wanted Yohji well, so he could sit down and have a long discussion with him about everything, especially about each other and what they were going to do about it. This situation had gone on long enough. Right as Aya decided to have that talk with Yohji when he was well, a doctor came in, and asked for the next of kin to Kudoh Yohji. Aya stood up.
"Well, Fujimiya-san, Kudoh-san is alright. It was just a surface wound, he was lucky that it didn't hit his lungs or any of the major blood vessels. He'll just need to rest for a few days, and then he'll be back to work. " The doctor smiled, and Aya nodded.
"Arigato. When can I take him home?" The doctor looked down at his notepad.
"He can leave as soon as he wakes up. We had to sedate him a bit to remove the bullet, stitch the wound, and dress it. Be sure not to let it get too wet, change the bandages twice daily. Kudoh-san cannot take showers for a few days, so he needs to bathe, and avoid getting the wounded area too wet. If it hurts, he can take some aspirin. That's pretty much all. He's in room 203. You may go get him." The doctor looked up, and smiled at Aya, and gave him the piece of paper with instructions. Aya left to go get Yohji.
Yohji was sitting up in the bed, already dressed and anxiously waiting to leave. He got up as Aya entered the room, but soon sat down when he saw the look on Aya's face. He instantly became concerned.
"Aya, what's wrong?" Aya merely looked at Yohji, and shook his head.
"Not here. We need to talk. We'll go someplace for a while, then head back to the Koneko." With that, Aya turned around, and headed out of the room, and Yohji followed, a bit puzzled, and they headed off to Aya's car to drive off to one of the safe places that Kritiker had set up for Weiss.