Date Written: 1-6-2002
Author: Sara Jo Wolfe (AKA Slr_bug and Kioshi)
Author's Notes: This was created for a friend of mine who wanted to see a scene between Youji and Aya. And, of course, it had to have that angsty tension in it that Aya likes to show off all the time. Depending on how you interpret it it *does* have yaoi, but it's unintentional. The focus is on their close relationship and Aya's pain. This may be extended, but I'm not sure yet. All (constructive) reviews are much appreciated.
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Youji walked lazily into the morning lit kitchen. A soft golden glow stretched long shadows across the cream colored room. He stood motionless in the doorway afraid any movement would destroy the scene before him. Aya stood with his back to him as he prepared food at the stove. Youji smiled as he watched Aya - his white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and an apron tied loosely around his waist - working quietly. The kitchen possessed a greater warmth than the radiant sun and the heat created by the stove. As the fine featured man watched in silent awe he felt a sense of belonging; as if this very scene were a unique, delicate painting that only he could possess.
The smell of sweet flowers and bitter coffee mingled together gently in the air. The wooden table, sitting before the kitchen's eastern window, held a classic morning's breakfast. Large stacks of pancakes, hash browns, eggs, milk . . . a traditional American breakfast . . . and a treat for Weiss. Youji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.
"Feeling warm and fuzzy today, eh," Youji asked with his flirty smile planted firmly on his face.p
Aya stood straight for a moment before he looked over his right shoulder at Youji. A cold stare bore its way through the thick warmth of the room. Aya had intended his glare to be harmful but Youji's smile remained unharmed.
"It smells wonderful in here," Youji commented again.
"Well," Aya countered with venom, "It's nice of you to join the day."
"I was being serious."
Youji stretched his long arms above his head and yawned deeply. His glasses sat lazily upon his head and he carefully lowered them onto his nose.
"It's not that bright in here," Aya glared.
"I can't help it, Aya. You're just exceedingly radiant today."
He casually strode over to his chair at the table and sat down. The warmth of the sun playing wildly on his wavy hair.
"Where's Omi and Ken?"
Aya resumed his actions at the stove. His red hair falling into his face and hazardously ignored the demands of the occasional swipe of his hand. It appeared that it was a stronger red color than normal. Even his skin breathed life that it normally lacked.
"They went on a walk since you were asleep."
Youji, still smiling, gained an even larger grin.
"They're so kind to allow me my beauty sleep."
Aya quietly scoffed in reply.
"They'll be back soon," Aya said.
He continued to work tediously at the stove. His hand clenching a yellow sponge tightly scrubbing what was left of the less he made. The room fell silent to the harsh sound of the heavy scraping upon the counter top. His forearm began to tighten so much that Youji could easily see each muscle group. Their borders easily defined by the sun's shadow that poured into the room.
"She's going to be all right, Aya."
Aya's head quickly turned to meet Youji's eyes in a stare. He stopped cleaning the counter, now so clean it reflected his frozen stare, and held Youji tightly in his eyes.
"We're going to save her before they do any harm."
Youji smiled brightly, albeit sincerely, and rose from his chair. Aya had already lowered his gaze to the gold shine of the tile before him. His mind sifted through thoughts that had been sorted through once right after the accident. The room held a stiffness that neither had felt before. Something almost tangible. Aya's body seemed to lean into the counter as his mind wandered through a seemingly endless maze of thoughts. Youji cautiously walked over to Aya. His entire expression seemed generally droopy and sober. When he was close enough he placed his hand over Aya's.
Aya looked up at Youji angrily. A single tear drifted down his cheek.
"All I've ever done was try to forget the pain so I could get her back."
Youji continued to hold his hand and Aya fell into Youji's arms. His entire body shook as the man wept the tears which were confined for so long. Painful tears that burned as they found their way to his cheeks.
"Damn you," Aya growled.
He continued to shake and didn't try to leave Youji's comforting grasp. He didn't want to hold it in anymore and he didn't want to face the pain alone either.
They both stood there, embraced, knowing the others would be back soon; but Youji didn't care. Aya, feeling frighteningly alone, hadn't the strength to move to pull himself together.
"Damn you, Youji. Damn you . . ."
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TBC...??!!
Author: Sara Jo Wolfe (AKA Slr_bug and Kioshi)
Author's Notes: This was created for a friend of mine who wanted to see a scene between Youji and Aya. And, of course, it had to have that angsty tension in it that Aya likes to show off all the time. Depending on how you interpret it it *does* have yaoi, but it's unintentional. The focus is on their close relationship and Aya's pain. This may be extended, but I'm not sure yet. All (constructive) reviews are much appreciated.
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Youji walked lazily into the morning lit kitchen. A soft golden glow stretched long shadows across the cream colored room. He stood motionless in the doorway afraid any movement would destroy the scene before him. Aya stood with his back to him as he prepared food at the stove. Youji smiled as he watched Aya - his white sleeves rolled up to his elbows and an apron tied loosely around his waist - working quietly. The kitchen possessed a greater warmth than the radiant sun and the heat created by the stove. As the fine featured man watched in silent awe he felt a sense of belonging; as if this very scene were a unique, delicate painting that only he could possess.
The smell of sweet flowers and bitter coffee mingled together gently in the air. The wooden table, sitting before the kitchen's eastern window, held a classic morning's breakfast. Large stacks of pancakes, hash browns, eggs, milk . . . a traditional American breakfast . . . and a treat for Weiss. Youji couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.
"Feeling warm and fuzzy today, eh," Youji asked with his flirty smile planted firmly on his face.p
Aya stood straight for a moment before he looked over his right shoulder at Youji. A cold stare bore its way through the thick warmth of the room. Aya had intended his glare to be harmful but Youji's smile remained unharmed.
"It smells wonderful in here," Youji commented again.
"Well," Aya countered with venom, "It's nice of you to join the day."
"I was being serious."
Youji stretched his long arms above his head and yawned deeply. His glasses sat lazily upon his head and he carefully lowered them onto his nose.
"It's not that bright in here," Aya glared.
"I can't help it, Aya. You're just exceedingly radiant today."
He casually strode over to his chair at the table and sat down. The warmth of the sun playing wildly on his wavy hair.
"Where's Omi and Ken?"
Aya resumed his actions at the stove. His red hair falling into his face and hazardously ignored the demands of the occasional swipe of his hand. It appeared that it was a stronger red color than normal. Even his skin breathed life that it normally lacked.
"They went on a walk since you were asleep."
Youji, still smiling, gained an even larger grin.
"They're so kind to allow me my beauty sleep."
Aya quietly scoffed in reply.
"They'll be back soon," Aya said.
He continued to work tediously at the stove. His hand clenching a yellow sponge tightly scrubbing what was left of the less he made. The room fell silent to the harsh sound of the heavy scraping upon the counter top. His forearm began to tighten so much that Youji could easily see each muscle group. Their borders easily defined by the sun's shadow that poured into the room.
"She's going to be all right, Aya."
Aya's head quickly turned to meet Youji's eyes in a stare. He stopped cleaning the counter, now so clean it reflected his frozen stare, and held Youji tightly in his eyes.
"We're going to save her before they do any harm."
Youji smiled brightly, albeit sincerely, and rose from his chair. Aya had already lowered his gaze to the gold shine of the tile before him. His mind sifted through thoughts that had been sorted through once right after the accident. The room held a stiffness that neither had felt before. Something almost tangible. Aya's body seemed to lean into the counter as his mind wandered through a seemingly endless maze of thoughts. Youji cautiously walked over to Aya. His entire expression seemed generally droopy and sober. When he was close enough he placed his hand over Aya's.
Aya looked up at Youji angrily. A single tear drifted down his cheek.
"All I've ever done was try to forget the pain so I could get her back."
Youji continued to hold his hand and Aya fell into Youji's arms. His entire body shook as the man wept the tears which were confined for so long. Painful tears that burned as they found their way to his cheeks.
"Damn you," Aya growled.
He continued to shake and didn't try to leave Youji's comforting grasp. He didn't want to hold it in anymore and he didn't want to face the pain alone either.
They both stood there, embraced, knowing the others would be back soon; but Youji didn't care. Aya, feeling frighteningly alone, hadn't the strength to move to pull himself together.
"Damn you, Youji. Damn you . . ."
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TBC...??!!
