Aya looked up as that man, he had said his name was Yohji, came back into the room.
The man had stared at him intensely before racing out of the room. Did he really look that bad? He was beginning to think that he had been somehow disfigured, but upon looking at his reflection in the metal railing on the hospital bed he saw that he looked fine. So what had Yohji been staring at?
The man was strange. Why did he put a fake smile on? Did he think Aya was so stupid that he couldn't tell the difference.
"What do you want now?" Aya snapped, surprised by how cold his voice sounded. Had he always sounded like that? And why was it that when he glared at the man Yohji's smile turned real? Did he like being yelled at?
"I'm taking you home now. You need to come home and meet your other friends. They're dying to see you. You really scared us for a while," Yohji reached over and lay his hand against Aya's cheek. Aya's eyes widened, a blush stealing over his face, spreading from his nose all the way to his ears.
"Well now, that is an awfully cute look for you, Aya," Yohji's fingers trailed over to Aya's hair. He couldn't exactly comb his fingers through it when Aya's head was bandaged. Instead he lightly grasped one of Aya's ear tails and slid it through his fingers.
"Quit touching me," Aya ducked before Yohji could touch his cheek again. He didn't like this. Why was he blushing so fiercely for this stranger?
"Kritiker says that you're safer at home now that you've woken up. The doctors will visit you twice a day to make sure you're taking good care of yourself," Aya yanked his hand back when Yohji tried to take it in his own.
"Calm down, Aya, I'm not going to do anything to you!" Yohji pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He wanted a cigarette, wanted one bad! But the doctors said to keep anything even a little dangerous from Aya until he was healthy enough to get out of his wheelchair.
Yohji swung Aya up into his arms so fast that Aya didn't have a chance to fight him off. Even so, Aya struggled in his grip. He couldn't really kick, his legs weren't that useful yet, but he could punch. He punched upward, clipping Yohji in the jaw. He was too close to be able to do any real damage, but he had at least made his point.
"Don't be an asshole, just stay still and be a good boy, or I swear to God I will spank you like the two year old you're acting like!" Yohji growled. It really wasn't in his nature to yell like that, but he hadn't slept in a week and Aya was really wearing on his nerves. Of course, the image in his mind of spanking Aya over his knee made him instantly hard. Shit! That was the last thing he needed right now. Aya was already convinced that he was some sort of creepy pervert. The guy had done everything but shout 'stranger danger' at him.
Regardless, Yohji was gentle as he set Aya in the wheelchair even though Aya looked ready to punch him again.
Oh, this was going to be really fun! Aya was already trying to steer the chair by himself even though the little footrests were the only thing keeping him from falling out of the chair.
"Just relax. I thought that while you were out the doctors pulled the stick out of your ass, but apparently its wedged in there good. You don't know your own name, but you think you know me enough to want to kick my ass?"
"I know my name, its Aya. I'm not deaf, I've heard you call me by it a thousand times now." Aya watched Yohji the entire time that Yohji wheeled him to the car. He watched him like he thought Yohji would suddenly attack him.
"Relax, Aya, you aren't my type!" Yohji snapped as Aya tried to put up a struggle as he helped him into the car. What a lie that was. Aya's face was absolutely beautiful. His eyes complimented that beauty, and his body made Yohji want to shove him into the backseat and kiss the hell out of him. He hadn't noticed how beautiful Aya was until the man had stared up at him with those lost eyes.
Damn, this was really going to be a trial for him. He was going to have to earn Aya's trust all over again.