1 Memories Forgotten

2 Part 2: To Touch

Yohji grabbed his special shampoo out of his drawer before heading over to the bathroom. It was several days since his confrontation with Aya. Things seemed to have gone back to normal, Aya reverting to his old self, still glaring when anyone proved brave enough to annoy him but no longer flying off the handle for no apparent reason. Yohji had been even more bewildered than ever but both Omi and Ken had just congratulated him for making up with Aya. In a bid to save his sanity, Yohji had finally decided to forget it, to move on, figuring that whatever strange mood Aya had been in he'd obviously gotten over it.

Smiling, thinking of the date he had set up for tonight he threw the bathroom door open and stepped inside, then stopped. His arms above him as he pulled his long sleeved sweater off, his red hair in disarray after escaping the confines of the sweater's neck, stood Aya, his back to the door and Yohji. Yohji looked at the pale arms still held above Aya's head and frowned, seeing the odd marks on both arms, several long lines on each that looked like just barely healed cuts or scratches.

"What happened to you?"

Aya whirled, startled, and Yohji stared. Starting at Aya's throat and going down all the way across his chest to disappear under the edge of his jeans were a series of dark, round, bruise like marks: love bites.

"Man, who'd *you* sleep with? Dracula?"

"None of your business!" Aya reached for a shirt and quickly slipped it on, hiding his arms. The pale chest framed by the shirt, combined with the marks on the arms made Yohji gasp in realization.

"Shit, it was you!"

Aya's head snapped up, violet eyes wide.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Yohji didn't listen instead he reached forward and snatched the shirt off one shoulder. Dazed, horror evident in green eyes, he placed one finger slowly along one of the cuts.

"I. I did this didn't I? These cuts... were caused by my wire."

Aya pulled away, snatching the shirt closed. "I don't know what -"

"Bullshit. That night, a few days ago, when I came home drunk off my ass... I did something to you didn't I? I thought maybe I'd dreamed." Verdant eyes suddenly widened. "Shit. Aya. Did I. Aya, did I rape -"

Aya shoved Yohji, hard, and rushed past him, down the hallway, not caring that he was leaving all his things strewn about the bathroom. He snatched the door to his own room open and was about to slam it shut behind him only to find Yohji standing in his way, arms holding the door open. Aya's eyes narrowed.

"Go. Away."

"I did, didn't I? And all this time I've been going on about. the wildcat I'd slept with, the marks of passion she'd left on my body. Shit. The marks of passion she'd left down my back. That was you. You were probably trying to get away from me, trying to pull me off and I thought. but you didn't say anything and these marks, I must have -Aya, I'm sorry. I didn't."

Aya punched him and Yohji staggered back, stumbling against the wall of the hallway.

Aya slammed the door shut, bolting it and leaning against it, body trembling slightly. The door suddenly shook and he jumped, hearing Yohji calling to him, demanding he open the door.

::Damn it:: He stepped away from the door and across his room. ::Damn it all!::

When he'd realized that Yohji didn't remember, had obviously forgotten what had transpired on that night he had felt an unexpected weight lift from him. He had been able to relax again, to not tense each time the taller man came near him.

But now, Yohji remembered. Yohji remembered... but it was all wrong. ::Rape?:: He thought angrily. ::How could it be rape when he had had him begging for it, straining up to meet him? How could it be rape when I had been clutching at him, trying to draw him in deeper?::

::Baka yaro! Damn you, Yohji, why couldn't you just have kept on not remembering. Why when I....... I remember it all too well.::

The door shook again as Yohji pounded on it, his voice rising as he called to Aya to open the door, to talk to him.

::I need to get out of here.::

Since Yohji was still at his front door he took the only exit he could: the window. He jumped down to street level and just started walking, not caring where he went so long as it was away. Away from the Koneko and Yohji. He walked for what must have been hours, mind whirling, emotions clashing within him and threatening to explode. When he finally looked up he found himself standing outside of a closed, white door. On the door there was a small plaque, a name in neat kanji written upon it: Fujimiya Aya. ::Fujimiya Aya. Aya.:: Slowly, he pushed the door open. Immediately his nose was assaulted by the combined scents of flowers and medicines, his ears by the insistent beeping of machines.

"Konbanwa, imouto-chan. Daijoubo desu ka?"



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::What have I done? What have I done?::

"Aya, open this door. Aya! Do you hear me? We need to talk. Aya! Open up."

Yohji paced back and forth in the small hallway that spanned the distance between their rooms, hands tugging at his hair nervously as he waited impatiently for the door to open. But it didn't. It remained locked and silent. He prepared to knock on it again, to yell at it again, to demand that it be opened.

"Yohji-kun, is something wrong?" The soft, concerned voice startled him. He whirled to face Omi.

::Wrong?:: he thought, an insane urge to laugh gripping him. ::Oh no, not at all. I just happen to have raped the most psychotic and unstable of our teammates. Nothing's wrong.::

"Something I can help with?"

"Iie, Omi." He tried to smile at the boy and failed miserably. "This is just something between me and Aya."

Omi frowned at him cutely, large blue eyes concerned as he looked from him to the closed door. "Are you sure?"

"Hai, Omi. Don't worry. I'll fix it." ::If I can.::

"Okay. If you need any help just let me know, okay?"

"Hai."

Reluctantly Omi left. Yohji turned and glowered at the door. It was still closed, no sound coming from within. Deciding that it would not open on its own he looked around, making sure Omi had left and there was no one else around. Quickly, before he could change his mind, he picked the lock.

::Damn you, Aya, for making me do this.:: Slowly he pushed the door open, expecting a katana blade straight to the head at any moment but... the room was empty. "Damn you, Aya!" he exploded, wanting desperately to hit something, anything. He looked around the room and spotted the open window, the curtains moving faintly in the evening wind. His shoulders slumped. ::Aya.:: "I'm sorry," he whispered to the room before turning again, leaving the silent room to its emptiness, making sure to relock the door as he closed it behind him.



Outside a light mist had begun to fall. Yohji stared out his window into it not seeing it. Night had long since fallen but he had been unable to sleep. The marks he had seen on Aya's arm kept running through his mind. Though he tried and tried he couldn't remember what had happened that night and, yet, still, he could imagine it well enough. He could imagine the pale arms coated in red as his wire bit into the skin. The violet eyes glaring daggers as they looked up at him, closing in pain as he must have forced his way in. The cool mask Aya habitually wore broken with a cry of sudden pain. His own hands and mouth moving over unwilling flesh.

"What sort of monster does that to a friend?"

Running across his mind's eye he remembered the slow way Aya had moved that day in the shop, arms held close to his body as if he were afraid of any accidental jaring. ::Aya:: He remembered his own laughter as he teased Omi and Ken about the wildcat he had captured the night before. ::Shit, Aya must have though I mocked him.:: He remembered the day they were both alone in the shop, Aya's shying away from him, his flinching from his touch and even Omi's when the young boy had accidentally grabbed his arm to get his attention.

::Aya. How badly did I hurt you? What exactly did I do? Why didn't you say anything? All this time and you never said anything. What have I done?::

Outside the night grew darker to match his mood as the rain came down harder. ::Aya.::



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Dawn was just beginning to claim the horizon when there came a knock at his door. He forced his eyes away from the lightening sky and over to his door. The knock came again and then the door was being pushed open.

"Yohji, you up?" Ken asked as he poked his head into the darkened room.

He had not slept at all that night, wracking his mind, trying to remember something, anything of what transpired that night. He had had no luck. The only things he had seen were the images his own mind had created to torture him, agonizingly vivid behind his heavy lids, but nothing he could truly call a memory. He shook his head to clear it of the thoughts and images. Ken spoke up again.

"We have a mission. Manx is here."

"Have you seen Aya?"

Ken gave him an odd look. "He' already downstairs, waiting with Omi. Come on." Yohji quickly got up and followed him. There, looking as if he had just walked in, rain clinging to his hair and clothes, stood Aya. Ignoring Manx and the others he moved over to stand next to him mouth opened as if he would speak but stopped, uncertain. He felt Aya tense but that was all the acknowledgement he was granted. Aya kept staring forward, eyes locked on Manx, his lips pressed into a thin line and eyes narrowed.

"Aya," he began, then paused, unsure of what he should say, what he *could* say. What does one tell a friend after such a betrayal? Is there anything? The word sorry seemed so inadequate. It was not enough. It would never be enough.

Aya kept hi gaze trained forward, on something other than him, the only acknowlegement of Yohji's presence the further tensing of the already stiff body.

"Balinese, I'm glad you've finally decided to join us. If you'll please take a seat?" Manx asked with a raised eyebrow. Yohji started, suddenly cognizant that there were others around. Quickly, Yohji took a seat where he could still watch Aya. Aya took his customary position: arms crossed across his chest and leaning against the wall.

As Manx spoke, outlining their mission, Yohji didn't listen; all he could do was stare at that pale face and the customary cold mask. Had he not seen the marks on Aya's arms and suddenly remembered something of what had happened that night he would have no way of knowing anything was wrong. Aya was his usual self, not acknowledging Yohji's stare even though he must have been aware of the concerned weight of it. When Aya nodded his acceptance of the mission Yohji quickly added his own assent even though he had no idea what the mission was about.

Manx nodded in satisfaction and handed Omi the folder with all the pertinent information then left to allow them to plan.





"Okay guys, here's the plan. This isn't going to be hard just be a lot of work. Ken will be with me. Aya will go in the front. Yohji -"

"I'm with Aya."

Omi blinked at the interruption, large blue eyes startled. Yohji blushed but held firm. "I'm with Aya."

Aya shifted against the wall, eyes narrowed. "No."

Yohji turned to look at him green eyes begging. "Aya..."

Omi didn't know what was going on but he decided he better step in before Yohji and Aya started in on one of their frequent arguments.

"Actually, Yohji, that is what I had in mind. The front entrance is going to be well guarded but it's our best chance of catching all the targets in one place."

"Why can't Ken?" Aya questioned.

"Gomen, Aya-kun, but from these guys' profiles we know that they are quick to run. If that happens I'll be sitting right on top of the only bolthole. When they come they'll come with lots of guards. In such close quarters Ken's weapon is more effective than Yohji's wire or your katana. Is... is something wrong with this plan?"

"Nothing," Aya said coldly, hands clenched. Omi turned his head to Yohji who was still staring at Aya, a hurt look on his face. Omi frowned in confusion.

"Yohji-kun?"

"The plan is fine, Omittchi. I'll be there." He turned to give Omi a reassuring smile. When he turned back to face Aya he found the stoic red head gone. He heard the quiet steps heading up the ladder and cursed. Standing he quickly hurried after the other man.

"Aya! Wait up. Aya." Yohji made it up the stairs only to see Aya's door close and hear the lock hit home. "Shit." He stood there, undecided for several minutes, pondering his chances of getting Aya to actually open the door and speak to him. Deciding his chances were next to nil he went to go get ready for tonight. He would have to have at least a few minutes alone with the redhead, he would speak with him then.





"Where's Aya?" Yohji looked around as he checked the release mechanism of his wire one last time. Ken shrugged and Omi answered him. "He said he would meet us there."

"What? Where did he go?"

Omi shrugged. "He wouldn't say. Only that he would meet us there."

"That bastard." Yohji angrily stomped his way down the stairs.

"Hey, wait for us." Ken and Omi quickly ran after him, barely having a chance to jump into the car before the Super Seven was flying, tearing out of the garage, its tires screeching.

"Hey, slow down. What are you trying to do? Kill us?" Ken yelled grabbing desperately for the seat belt.

Yohji didn't respond but he did slow down, a bit, green eyes flashing as he stared straight ahead. In record time they were at the target site. They got out of the car and Yohji prepared to move off to his and Aya's designated position when Omi stopped him.

"Yohji-kun, is something wrong? For the past couple of days..." Omi looked up at him with wide eyes, his small hands twisting before him. Yohji forced a smile to reassure him and reached out to ruffle his hair.

"I'm okay, Omi. Don't worry about me, okay? Now, go on. You two need to be in position before me and Aya break in the front door."

"But he's not here yet," Ken pointed out, anger evident in his tone.

"It's still early. If Aya-kun said he'd be here then he will. Right?" Omi glanced worriedly between the two.

"Right, Omittchi. Now, you two go. Be ready and be careful, okay?"

Omi nodded and left. Ken hesitated, giving Yohji one last, annoyed glance before following the younger boy. Yohji sighed and looked around, again, for their leader.

"Damn it, Aya. You're doing this deliberately. I know it."

The time for the mission drew closer and closer but still there was no sign of the leader of Weiss. Ken angrily proposed that they postpone the mission but Omi quietly informed them that this was their one sure chance of getting all their targets in one place. Yohji commanded that the mission be carried out.

The time arrived and still no Aya. The mission began with Omi worrying over their missing member and Ken cursing at him. It was not until Yohji had already kicked down the front door, his wire flying out to capture the first of his targets that he felt the presence of a katana wielding shadow behind him, fighting right there beside him. So startled was he that Yohji almost let one man get past his guard, the dagger meant for his heart evaded by the smallest of margins. ::Shit. Concentrate Kudou, you can chew the guy out later.::

But Yohji couldn't concentrate, his mind and eyes straying time and time again to the pale form that was quickly and efficiently dealing death to any that dared to stand before him. So distracted was he that several times the only thing that kept him from getting himself killed were his quick reflexes and a desperate evasion.

As he moved across the room he stuck close to Aya, an eye always trained on him, cataloging watched his movements, searching for any hesitancy that might speak of pain, of any of the damage he must surely have caused him. Aya ignored him, weaving in and out of the path of his wire without even looking at him, his katana striking out at the targets. Yohji couldn't keep his eyes from widening when he saw the man who was to be Aya's next opponent. The guy was huge, perhaps a foot taller than the redhead and surely weighing twice as much. Aya, none-the-less, raised his sword, violet eyes narrowed as he faced the new opponent.

:Aya, you idiot.:: Yohji rushed forward, intent on saving Aya from the brute before him, wire already arcing across the room when he suddenly saw Aya raise his katana right; into the path of his own weapon. He tried to pull it back but too late, the wire and katana tangled together, throwing both weapons off. The large man grinned at their predicament and crashed a large fist down on Aya's unprotected face. Yohji cried out and began to run towards them only to stumble in pain. He turned to see the man who had taken advantage of his distraction drawing his arm back, the blood on his silver blade glistening as he pulled it from Yohji's side. Anger and panic for Aya rising in him Yohji kicked at the man, sending him flying back to slam against the wall. The man slid down the wall, the blade slipping from limp fingers as he slowly slumped down unconscious. Yohji ignored him and turned back to Aya. He was in time to watch Aya raise the gleaming blade high above his head and bring it down on the other, nearly splitting the man in half as the blade cut deep. The man obviously dead Aya turned to face Yohji, violet eyes glaring. Yohji winced as he noticed that the left side of Aya's face was already beginning to darken and swell in a bruise. With a disgusted look Aya turned away from him, katana once more raised before him as he searched for a new target.

What seemed like several hours later but in reality was only about one found them all gathered in front of the building once more, all within dead. Ken and Omi were the last out being the furthest in. As they came up to them Omi cast a concerned look over their injuries.

"Yohji-kun, Aya-kun. Are you two okay?" Omi asked worriedly.

"We're fine, Omi." Yohji answered him wishing they had taken a few minutes longer in joining them so he could have had a chance to speak with Aya alone.

"You're bleeding," Ken pointed out and reached out to examine his wound.

"It's only a scratch," Yohji said evading his hand. "Come on, we have to get out of here before the cops show."

Aya, having confirmed that they were all out and safe, began to move off to his own car.

"Aya, wait, where are you going?" Aya ignored him and continued walking, pale form disappearing within the shadows of the growing night. Yohji cursed, undecided as to whether he should chase after him or not. Making up his mind he tossed his keys to Ken and raced after Aya, limping slightly as he clutched at his wounded side. He saw Aya already climbing into his own car and made a mad dash towards the passenger side. Aya glared at him but waited until he was seated before taking off. Yohji gulped and quickly pulled on his seatbelt as the building was soon left behind

For the first part of the ride there was nothing but silence, Yohji not knowing what to say and Aya not seemingly inclined to speak. Yohji wanted desperately to know what had happened that night but would the red head tell him, would he accept an apology or would he rather take Yohji's head in payment? Why hadn't he said anything? What exactly had happened?

"Aya," he began hesitantly only to be cut off by Aya's harsh voice.

"What the hell was that back there?"

Yohji frowned, confused. Aya growled and took a corner rather sharply, causing Yohji to clutch the passenger door tightly.

"What where you trying to do? Get me killed? Get yourself killed?"

::Ahh, he meant back at the building.::

"I was worried."

"Worried?" The harsh, disbelieving tone was accompanied by yet another sharp turn and another desperate grab at the car door. Yohji checked to make sure he had locked it and relaxed only marginally when he realized that he had.

"Aya, slow down. Please." Aya ignored him. Yohji gulped and wondered if Aya meant to take his revenge this way, either by crashing them or giving him a heart attack. "Aya, please. We need to talk."

"There is nothing to talk about."

"That's bullshit and you know it." He said, his anger suddenly rising. "I want to know exactly what happened that night. That night when I... raped..."

"You did not rape me!" A car swerved, barely missing them as Aya ran a red light.

"Aya, I don't remember any of what happened that night. Not really. I know I was drunk and I remember sleeping with someone but I assumed... I'm sorry. Please tell me what to do."

"Nothing. You do nothing. Nothing happened."

Aya pulled up in front of the Koneko no Sumu Ie and jumped out almost before the car had completely stopped.

"Aya, wait! Aya! Please." Yohji jumped out of the car and headed after him. "What did I -? What can I -? Why didn't you say anything? Aya. Aya?" But he was speaking to empty air. Aya had once again barricaded himself within the sanctuary of his own room, leaving Yohji panting and in more pain than his wound could account for. ::Aya. What have I done? I raped you. I know I must have. Why else would you be wearing the marks of my wire? What else did I do to you, Aya? How badly did I hurt you? Aya.::

"Damn it, Aya. Aya, I'm sorry." He had almost made up his mind to force his way into Aya's room when he heard the sound of his own car pulling into the garage. A few minutes later Omi and Ken were making their way up the stairs to him. Yohji glared at the door then stopped. ::What right really do I have to be angry with Aya? I was the one who... I... Aya, I'm sorry. God, I'm sorry. I don't even know what to say. I never in a million years believed I was capable of doing something like that. And now I don't even remember. How badly did I hurt you? Are you okay? Gods, what a question. Rather, are you going to be okay?::

"Yohji, what are you doing just standing there? You're bleeding all over the carpet!"

"Yohji-kun, why haven't you bandaged that yet? Here, come into the bathroom with me and I'll take care of it."

"No, it's alright, Omi." ::I don't deserve your concern.:: "It's just a scratch. I can clean it and bandage it myself. Don't worry."

"A scratch?" Omi stared at the large amount of blood soaking Yohji's side with disbelief. "That doesn't look like just a scratch."

"Omi, please. Just leave it be. Okay?" Slowly, trying not to show just how much pain he was in, Yohji made his way to his own room. Ken and Omi were left staring after him dumbfounded.



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Yohji had been sitting there, staring out at nothing for what must have been hours when he heard his door open. Sighing heavily, expecting either Omi or Ken he turned to face the door. The long shadow there shifted as if waiting for something, then, as if making up its mind moved closer, clicking the light on as he stepped inside.

"You wouldn't let Ken or Omi so I came to check on your wound."

Yohji blinked, and then blinked again before it finally registered.

"You - you came to check on *my* wound? What about you? I -"

"We will not speak of that." Aya bent down to peer at Yohji's side, his face impassive as fingers came out to inspect the crudely wrapped wound.

"But, Aya!"

"Damn it, Yohji!" Aya pulled away. "Nothing happened."

"Something did happen. I know it did."

"Fine. If you won't shut up then I'll leave." Aya turned as if he would do just that.

"No, wait. Look, I'll shut up. Okay? Just don't go. Just, tell me... you're okay. Or at least that you will be."

Aya glared at him for several minutes. Then he bent down and quickly took the clumsy bandage Yohji had wrapped around himself off. Quietly, efficiently, he inspected and cleaned the wound before wrapping a new bandage around it. He put the first aid supplies back into the side drawer where Yohji kept them and stood as if to leave. Yohji stared after him sadly, hope of any answer lost. At the threshold Aya paused. Without looking at Yohji, eyes facing into the darkened hallway he spoke slowly, softly.

"I'm *fine.*"

Then he closed the door.



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The first thing that greeted Yohji the next morning as he stepped out of his door was the sound of Ken's voice raised in anger. He was yelling at Aya for leaving Yohji in the hallway alone bleeding. Aya just stood there, silent, violet eyes flashing but face impassive as he listened to Ken rage at him. Yohji, walking down the stairs slowly due to his injury noticed and stopped to listen. Realizing *why* Ken was yelling at Aya he rushed down the rest of the stairs, jarring his injured side, and moved to stand protectively in front of Aya.

"Don't yell at Aya!" He growled at Ken.

Aya pulled Yohji roughly around to yell up at him. "Don't defend me!"

"He shouldn't butt in when he doesn't know the facts."

"Neither do you!"

"Then, for the gods's sakes, tell me."

Aya glared up at him then abruptly turned away.

"Aya, please."

Aya didn't even pause as he stalked away. Yohji prepared to go after him but Ken stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"What the hell is going on between you two?" Yohji whirled around to face him, green eyes flashing.

"None of your damn business so just butt out!" Yohji stomped away.

"You know," Ken said thoughtfully to no one, "if I didn't know better I'd say those two were in the middle of a lover's quarrel... nah."



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::I raped Aya. I raped Aya. I. Raped. Aya.:: Yohji was ready to tear his hair out. Ken and Omi were getting angry and more concerned each day and Aya refused to speak to him. ::Agh!:: Well, he would force Aya to talk to him. He had knocked on Aya's door and when he had received no answer had broken in again once more to face an empty room. But this time he didn't leave, the room's silence made him even more angry and determined to talk to the redhead. Relocking the door so Aya would not suspect he had taken a seat upon the bed and prepared to wait no matter how long it took. That had been hours ago. It was nearly midnight and Aya had yet to return.

::Damn it, Aya. Where are you? We need to talk. I... I... God, what am I going to say? Maybe this isn't such a good idea. Maybe I should leave before he gets back. Maybe I... but I can't leave this like this. I... I...::

"What are you doing here?" Icy question in an even icier tone as Aya walked into his room. Yohji jumped, startled, he had been so lost in his own tumultuous thoughts that he hadn't even heard the door opening.

"We need to talk and this time I'm not leaving until we do, Aya."

"We have nothing to talk about. Get out of my room."

"Bullshit, Aya. Look, maybe you're in denial. Maybe you're trying to force yourself to believe that nothing happened but you can't. Trying to block something that horrible only leads to tragedy. You need to talk to someone and I know you, you probably haven't even seen a doctor. I probably hurt you badly and you probably haven't even spoken to anyone about it. Aya, you need to talk. If not to me then with someone else. Please don't keep this all bottled up inside. I'm sorry for what I did. Gods, but you don't know how sorry. Please let me make it up to you. Tell me what to do. Anything, I'll do it. Just please forgive me, please... Aya."

"Damn it, Yohji, it wasn't rape!"

"Then what about your arms? You were obviously trying to get away, to get free -"

"I wanted to touch you!" The sudden outburst caught Yohji off guard and left him staring at Aya.

"What?"

Aya pressed a fist to his forehead, body trembling slightly as he fought to keep himself from killing the blonde. "Damn you to the seventh hell, Yohji."

Straightening he looked back up at the other man. With a voice strained from the calm forced on it he spoke again. "You didn't hurt me. You didn't rape me."

"But your arms! Some of those cuts are pretty deep."

"I was struggling against the wire because I wanted to touch you. You wouldn't let me -"

Verdant eyes narrowed and Yohji cut him off, voice disbelieving. "And why did I place the wires on you in the first place? Huh, Aya? Answer me that."

Aya took a deep breath, eyes closed as he leaned back against the wall for support. He crossed his arms before him, closing himself off, distancing himself.

"I *was* fighting you... at first. You were drunk and being your usually idiotic, drunken self. I had fallen asleep on the couch. You were obviously too drunk to make it up the stairs so I guess you decided to crash on the couch. You came in and jumped on me. I tried to push you off. Then you started to... I began to fight you. You tied me up and then... I wasn't anymore. I was fighting to get closer. The end. Satisfied?"

Aya pushed off the wall and made as if to leave the room. Yohji caught at his arm, mouth open to speak. Aya evaded his touch, violet eyes narrowing.

"Don't touch me."

'I wanted'

"Aya... I had no idea."

Aya glared at him. "It not what you're thinking. Even drunk as you were you were still..." Aya closed his eyes as if the next few words pained him. "you are a very skilled lover. I've never..." Aya straightened. "Look. It's over. It happened. Leave it be."

"But Aya -"

"No. This conversation is over. We will not speak of it again." Aya turned again to leave. Yohji reached out once more.

"Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again."

One last glare at Yohji and he was gone, long form disappearing through the door. Leaving Yohji alone to stare after him, hand still outstretched.







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ShadowMist

Date finished: 11/18/01



I used a bit of the Victorian flower language in this fic but since I am not fluent in it I apologize if I made any mistakes.

1. whin = anger

belladonna = silence

burdock = touch me not

2. rose, white = silence

3. columbine, red = anxious and trembling

syringa = memory

4. love-in-a-mist = perplexity



Oh, and this was totally unintentional, but flipping through my book I found out that lavender stands for distrust. It suits Aya somehow, ne?

This fic is a sequel to One Drunken Night which can be found at ff.net, at Koji Nanjo's site and at Max Ikari's Red Orchids. Max and Koji, if you two want this thing you are welcome to it just let me know you want it. Nobody else, please. Thanks.



All c&c welcome and eagerly encouraged! Please give me feedback!!

ShadowMist