Misunderstandings, by lyradaemon

Disclaimer: Weiss Kreuz does not belong to me. Believe me, if I owned the boys, I'd be doing something far more interesting right now.

Chapter 1:

Yohji Kudoh stared forlornly at the cute butt that was fast disappearing out the door. Being the playboy he was, he knew cute when he saw it. It was so lovely and round and firm and damn but he wanted to touch it… He sighed for the umpteenth time. In your dreams Kudoh.

"Yohji-kun? Are you ok?"

Yohji shook himself and looked up. Omi was peering down at him with a concerned look on his face. "Yeah, I'm fine Omi. Just thinking is all."

"About what? You looked pretty out of it."

"Oh, you know me. Thinking about all those gorgeous girls of mine." He grinned, hoping he'd fooled Omi. The kid would never believe him if he know what Yohji was really daydreaming about.

"I'm not stupid Yohji-kun. You were staring at him. Again." Damn, but the boy was quick, Yohji thought with a mental sigh. Caught red handed.

The 'him' in question, and the possessor of the previously admired cute butt, was the man for whom the word untouchable had been invented. Aya Fujimiya was, in Yohji's honest opinion, sex-on-legs but had the personality of a piece of ice. If you so much as looked at him funny he would get this look in his violet eyes which would give a lesser man nightmares. Yohji was used to it now; in fact, he reasoned that if Aya didn't look at him like that at least five times a day, the man would have to be ill.

As members of Weiss, Aya, Yohji, Omi and Ken had worked together for almost two years now. In that time, Yohji had developed an easy friendship with the two younger members; it was pretty hard not to, considering they worked together in a flower shop, lived above it, and regularly relied on each other during missions. Plus it was bloody impossible not to like Omi, what with his constantly cheerful attitude and sweet smile. Ken was easy-going too, always up for a laugh, always fun to tease. But Aya…that was a different story altogether.

Aya just seemed to not want friends. Sure, he was pleasant enough most of the time; he seemed pretty fond of Omi, probably because he felt responsible for the younger boy, and he didn't seem to have a problem with Ken.

But does he like me? No. He disapproves of me. Stuck up bastard.

Aya didn't like him smoking. Aya didn't like him drinking. Aya didn't like him bringing girls home with him. Aya didn't like the tight-fitting clothes he wore. Aya didn't like his coffee. Aya didn't like him full stop.

It was absolutely maddening. Yohji was 100 sure he had never done anything to the man, yet he had always been on his bad side. Which meant he usually had to field the brunt of his hot temper. Unfair.

If only things were different. If only he liked me, Yohji mourned on a daily basis. Then maybe we'd have something… Ever since the first day he'd met him, Yohji had lusted after Aya to varying degrees. At first, Yohji was convinced that it was no more than animal attraction. After all, he was the famous playboy of Tokyo, flirting and seduction weren't just a skill; they were an art for him. He could have any woman he wanted. He was completely straight. Obviously. Which meant that any feelings for his silent team mate were just appreciation of beauty.

And damn was that man beautiful. His choppy crimson hair, violet eyes, pale skin, lithe, taught body, long, long legs…Yohji could go on forever about how utterly gorgeous he was. Man, I sound like some woman from a romance novel, lusting after a beautiful man. Get yourself together Kudoh.

But he couldn't. Because had once been mere attraction had turned into something bordering on obsessive. Over the last few weeks, Yohji had been battling with his overwhelming desire for Aya. He hadn't touched a woman for a month now; they simply held no interest for him. He wanted Aya. Just Aya.

He just couldn't find out a way to have him.

So all his energy had been spent secretly staring at the object of his desire, hoping that Omi or Ken, or, god forbid, Aya himself, wouldn't notice. And so far they hadn't; Yohji had been able to admire his icy leader from a distance without detection; he would lie awake at night, unable to get visions of crimson hair out of his head.

But now Omi had found him out.

I'm in such deep shit.

"Did you think I hadn't noticed?"

Yohji was brought back to the present by the sound of Omi's amused voice. "I was hoping you hadn't," he admitted.

Omi laughed, his sweet, boyish laugh. "Yohji –kun, it's pretty hard to miss. You've been looking like a love-struck teenager for a week."

"And how do you know what a love-struck teenager looks like Omi?" Yohji teased, hoping to take the chibi's mind off the current situation.

He rolled his eyes. "Aya's really taken all your attention, hasn't he? In case you didn't notice, every day we get surrounded by squealing girls. They have exactly the same looks on their faces."

"If you were anyone else I'd hit you for that."

Omi looked at him coyly from beneath long lashes. "But you wouldn't, because you love me, ne Yohji-kun?"

Yohji laughed and ruffled his hair – something which he knew irritated his little team mate. "Of course I do, Omi-kun."

"So, what are you going to do about it?"

Yohji was a little taken aback by that. "What do you mean, 'do about it'?"

"You can't stare at him like a love-sick puppy for ever. You need to do something." Omi replied reasonably. "I mean, you could just get over it and…"

"Fat chance," Yohji huffed. "Have you seen him? How am I meant to ignore something so damned irresistible? I can't not want him."

"Demo, Yohji-kun, I always thought you were a lady's man?" Omi asked. "You've always said you were completely straight."

"Huh. Not anymore. I can't stop thinking about what I want to do to him…He's driving me crazy." When he didn't get a reply he glanced at Omi, who was blushing madly. Oh. Right. Guess he doesn't want to know that I have dirty thoughts about Aya. Baka.

Omi noticed the older man looking at him and coughed, trying to stop the blushes. He more or less succeeded, but still looked decidedly uncomfortable.

"Have you tried to get him to notice you?" He asked, voice only slightly wobbly.

Yohji let out a strangled laugh. "Notice me? Omi, he despises me."

"I'm sure he doesn't. He just disapproves is all."

"Yeah, about everything. No, face it Omi, I don't stand a chance. Maybe I should just give up."

"No! You can't just give up! You never give up. Never."

Yohji ran a hand through his wavy blonde hair and sighed again. "Do you have any bright ideas then?" He snapped. Man, now I'm getting relationship advice from a 17 year old. Way to go Kudoh.

Omi's big blue eyes lit up and he grinned. "I might have a few."

To be continued

A/N: This was my first stab at a Weiss Kreuz fic. I've got ideas for the next chapters, so keep an eye out for updates!