Chapter 7

Aya frowned as he watched a tall woman with curly red hair walk right in while Ken was grabbing a picture to show him. He had asked for proof that he really knew them. It was long overdue. Anyone can lie and say they know him when he can't remember anything, he shouldn't trust anything at face value.

Ken shoved the picture frame into his hands with a grin on his face. He looked it over. Sure enough, there they all were, well, all of them except for the woman.

"How are you feeling Aya?" she asked, leaning forward to peer at him. He glared at her. How the hell did she think he was feeling?

"How do you think he's feeling? He just got out of the hospital!" Ken shouted. He lowered his eyes, like he realized he shouldn't be taking his frustrations out on her.

"Siberian, I would like to speak to you after the briefing. Right now you should view the data."

"Let me put Aya in his room and I'll be right down," Yohji stood up and moved around Aya.

"I'm not going in my room. I'm looking around," Aya gripped the coffee table hard. If Yohji pulled the chair he would stay in place. Why did they all just bolt trail after some tart who's skirt barely covers her ass? He hadn't thought they were that perverted.

"You should stay with him," the woman said.

"But Manx! Wait! Does this mean I'm banned from missions until Aya's back on his feet?" Yohji shouted.

Something clicked in Aya's head. Yohji had said something about Missions before, but Aya hadn't really been paying too much attention to it.

Aya was glad to see her leave. She hadn't said or done anything wrong, but there was something about the way she'd looked at him that made him uneasy.

"What are your missions?" Aya asked, craning his head to look at Yohji.

"Oh, um, well, its like feeding the homeless and stuff. Our mission is to keep poor people off the streets," Yohji's laugh was nervous, making Aya wonder if he was telling the truth.

"Bring me along and I can help," Aya wanted to see everything that had anything to do with his life, even these 'missions'.

"No, I can't do that. You know how some of these homeless guys are? They get upset and fight over a bagel and then it's a fucking hobo war zone. No, you should stay away from all homeless people until you're well again!"

okay, so now Aya knew he was lying. He might not remember a hell of a lot, but even knew that it was a lame cover up at best.

Now he really wanted to see what they were really doing.

"Don't look at me like that, Aya!" Yohji complained.

"Then tell me about the missions," Aya wasn't going to beat around the bush. It mist be something horrible if Yohji was lying to him. Wait! When had he started trusting Yohji to tell the truth!!!

"Okay fine, but you aren't going to like this. Now, what's the best way to put this. We're in the escort service. Yeah, male prostitutes. That's what we were hiding from you. No one's expecting you to do any of that, though. We just want you to get well. You don't ever have to go back to it if you don't want to," Yohji's grin was getting wider, like he was trying not to laugh but was at his breaking point.

Aya thought on it for a moment, and then nodded, accepting Yohji's answer. It made sense.

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I know I'm being mean, Manx is a cool character, but her skirt is deadly short. Also, I really don't know the setup for their living arrangements, all I know is that I've decided that the apartment is upstairs, the flower shop on the main level, and the mission room is in the basement. It makes it easier for planning how they are getting around Aya without him seeing them run out the door in their mission gear.

J

Also, I thought the prostitution thing would be a funny cover.