Chapter 3

"We're taking my car," Aya grabbed Yohji's arm and led him toward the Porsche. There was no way he was letting Yohji drive.

"What's wrong with mine?" Yohji was trying not to grin at him.

"it's a piece of shit. I'm not…" Aya paused when Yohji's hand grabbed his, linking their fingers together. He hoped Yohji could stay focused enough to help him find Schwartz. If Yohji got distracted Aya was going to kick him out of the car. He didn't have time for mushy bullshit.

"it's a nice car," Yohji defended. It was. Aya just didn't like riding in anyone else's car because that meant he might not be able to drive. He didn't like someone else having control over where they went.

"Should we get you a helmet?" Yohji snickered. Aya's wounds had all healed over, even the worst of them. The stitches had all come out, but there were ragged scars in their place. He wanted to punch Yohji for that comment.

Aya was doing much better. His migraines were few and far between, he barely needed the aspirin that Yohji insisted on bringing with them all the time. He took a deep breath and ignored that comment.

"Any idea where to start looking?" Aya really had no leads. All he knew was that whenever Schwartz wanted to be found, and for some reason they always seemed to want Aya to find them, they would suddenly show up. They weren't stupid, they weren't about to attack the team when they had all their members, so the best bet was to just leave with Yohji. Truth be told he'd been hoping he could go alone, but after what happened last time he found himself glad that Yohji was in the car with him.

Aya didn't answer Yohji's question, just sped the car out of the garage. He knew Yohji was frustrated. This was promising already. Aya knew Yohji wasn't doing it purposely to piss him off, but the blonde lit a cigarette, thinking that blowing the smoke out the window helped any. The cigarette was still in the car, making Aya feel nauseous.

"You have two seconds," Aya warned him, nearly hitting another car when he turned to glare at Yohji.

"Asshole!" the man from the other car screamed. Aya knew that it wasn't the smart thing to do, but he did a U turn to follow the jerk that had screamed at him. The man couldn't stay in that car forever, and once he parked Aya was going to beat the hell out of him.

"Aya, don't do that!" Yohji gripped his thigh, trying to get through to him.

"Do you want to find Schwartz or end up spending the night with the police?" Before Aya could react Yohji reached over and put the car in park so fast that Aya hit the steering wheel.

Aya had at least caught himself before he would've gotten smashed in the face. Yohji wasn't so lucky. Even though the blonde had known what he was doing, that didn't stop him from shooting forward into the dashboard.

He reached over and gave Yohji a light shake. Shit, he wasn't responding.

Aya pulled out his cell phone and dialled Ken. He rolled his eyes at Ken's 'wow, gone five minutes and one of you is already hurt, eh?' he would throttle the little bastard if he didn't come over and help him with Yohji.

"Just come and help me check him over to see how bad it is." Aya snapped, hanging up.

He wasn't sure what he should be doing. Should he call an ambulance? Should he leave Yohji in Ken's care and go and find Schwartz himself?

No, that was stupid. He'd already learned the hard way about approaching Schwartz by himself.

He was going to beat the hell out of Yohji when the man woke. Why would he do something that stupid? Okay, Aya supposed his reason was a good one, but even so. He should've grabbed the wheel, not slammed them to a stop.

A rush of relief swept through him when Yohji sat back in his seat with a groan.

"He's fine now," Aya snapped into the phone before hanging up on Ken. He reached over and touched Yohji's forehead where a small line of blood dripped.

"Idiot," Aya sighed when Yohji's eyes slid open.

"If we survive this trip you're going to anger management!" Yohji growled, leaning in and kissing the side of Aya's neck while Aya started driving again.

"Gonna kiss it better?" Yohji asked, adding another kiss to Aya's neck.

"You're a big boy, Yohji!" Aya growled, speeding through traffic.

"Be nice, I think I dislocated my jaw for Godsake!" Yohji couldn't be serious. Even he couldn't be that stupid.

"If only," Aya shoved Yohji back into his own seat. He wasn't about to crash the car just because Yohji was getting frisky.

Aya swerved the car with shock when Yohji's hand started undoing the button of his pants.

"Are you insane!" Aya smacked his hand away.

"You hurt me, so I deserve to have you in the car!" Yohji was pouting at him, actually pouting! Did the man have no shame?

"You hurt yourself, moron!" Aya shoved him back into his own seat again.

"Only to stop you from going all 'mission' on a little man in a little car with a big mouth. You looked like you were going to murder him. Might I remind you that you were the one who almost hit his car, not the other way around." Yohji was right, Aya knew that, but there was no way in hell he was going to admit to it.

Aya let Yohji take his hand and link their fingers together. It was a comfort, actually, after seeing Yohji smash himself on the dash. He'd expected the blonde to have a broken nose or something, but instead he just had a scratch that was forming a bit of a bump on his forehead.

Aya pulled over to examine the cut. Yohji winced when Aya touched the cut. Aya reached into the glove compartment and pulled out his first aid kit.

"How bad is it?" Yohji asked. Aya ignored him, threading a sterile needle with dissolving stitches.

"Put your head back." Aya ordered. Yohji did as he was told. Aya went up on his knees to get leverage. It was easier to see the wound this way. He paused to swat Yohji's hands away from his ass before he started stitching.

"Ow! Shit, I think you're doing it too tight, it hurts like…"

"Quit being a baby." Aya tied off the stitches and cut the thread, pausing to look at his handiwork.

"If it were your face getting Frankenstein stitches you'd be bitching too!" Yohji was looking at himself in the mirror.

Aya shook his head. There was only one way to get Yohji to quit bickering about his beautiful face, but Aya wasn't about to give it to him just yet. They'd only been driving for twenty minutes, they weren't stopping anywhere just yet.

"Aya, be honest, how bad does it look?"

"You look deformed. Now quit bitching."

Author's notes: Okay, so I was thinking, if Aya and Yohji were stuck together in a car for any length of time, what would happen? Well, they'd probably argue most of the time. LOL! I'm having fun with this one.

Thanks Ranma for your review. I`m glad you still like it. :)