Yoji's Proof
Due to popular demand in which readers asked to find out about what Yoji knew about Aya… here is an addition to Boredom and Lover's Challenge…
Enjoy!!!
A week had passed since that perfectly, lovely boring day where Omi had been tricked into… well… basically admitting that he liked Weiss's cold leader. Nothing had really changed in the group's dynamic relationship except that if anything, the redhead seemed to have more patience with the youngest member and a tension, that had appeared when the truth about Omi's past had been discovered, between the two had disappeared. To this discovery, Ken rejoiced while Yoji who was still angry with the fact that Aya's anger had been placed solely on his shoulders (…or eye being more specific…) ignored the world… the world made up of men anyway as he continued to see all his lady friends.
"…daijoubu Omi?" Aya asked that day as he walked towards the kitchen table where the eighteen year old sat, a frown playing on his face. "What's wrong?" The golden haired boy looked up and his frown turned into one of his usual smiles that he greeted everyone with. It was sweet and bright. He tilted his head to the side and gave a small shrug, his neck and back cracking with the motion.
"I have an English essay due tomorrow and I really… have no clue as to what to write." He sighed and closed his blue eyes for a moment, resting them.
"…hn…" Aya grunted, one of his pale hands reached over the table and grabbed the paper that was posing Omi such problems on one of their days off. His violet eyes skimmed over the question and one of his eyebrows arched up slightly.
"Aya-kun… you don't have to…" Omi stopped as he saw the redhead's reaction.
"Family?" Aya asked.
"Aa…" Omi smiled a tad wistfully. "It shouldn't be such a hard question but… we're a hard 'family' to write about." His smile became more of a pout. "I don't know how the teacher would react if I described my 'daddy' Yoji." He shook his head and then blinked. "Nani?"
"We're family?" Aya asked again a bit startled. Omi nodded, trying not to let his amusement shine through.
"Of course!" Eyes shining wickedly, Omi began to explain how Weiss was family, the redhead went from being startled to looking horrified at some of the ideas Omi were making run through his head. "Yoji's dad… Ken changes from being 'mommy' to being older 'brother'!"
"Ken… mother?" Violet eyes blinked. "What about me?" He asked, noticing his name had been omitted. The question made Omi's cheeks redden.
"Uh… friend of the family?" He grabbed his paper back in hopes to stall further questions of why Aya wasn't part of the family. See… if he liked Aya…in more than a friendly way… than it would make it wrong for him to be family. But there was no way in hell he was going to say that!
"Awwh… How cute! Two lovebirds having a private discussion in the kitchen…" Yoji's slightly slurred speech filtered through to them; making both men look up in startlement. Aya's eyes narrowed though and if Omi had been looking at them, he would have shivered, reading the death threat in them.
"Shut up Yoji! You're drunk!" Ken squeaked as he grabbed the blond by the arm to pull him away from the two. "Omi's doing homework."
"Uh-huh… that's what they want us to think…Ken-ken…" Yoji pulled away and staggered into the kitchen, to Ken's utter horror.
"For someone as plastered as you are…" Aya hissed. "…It's amazing you can still form coherent sentences. Though the subject…"
"Is the absolute truth!" Yoji ranted, sticking his finger in Aya's face. Both Ken and Omi held their breath as they imagined at the same time Aya simply snapping and biting the older man's finger off. "Have you no shame? Indulging in your sexual fantasies in our kitchen? We do eat here you know!"
"Since when?" Ken chocked out while trying not to let himself go hysterical.
"Sexual fantasy? Helping me with my homework is Aya-kun's sexual fantasy…?" Omi rolled his eyes. "Yoji… go to bed and sleep the alcohol off."
"Don't act all innocent!" Yoji screeched, his finger still in Aya's face as the redhead looked more and more like a living statue. "You speak in your sleep!!! I have proof…"
"Grab his right arm Ken…I'll get his left…" Omi muttered. "Crazy lunatic…" Of all the stupid things to happen. Yoji definitely needed to learn when he could get drunk and when he couldn't. And getting drunk when he was still out for revenge for his black eyes was a definite no-no. And where the heck did he get these farfetched ideas, anyway? Omi froze though as a memory suddenly hit him.
"Its good advice!" Yoji muttered. "Oh and I have proof that Aya is actually gay and what his type of guy is."
Omi shook his head. That had been a lie after all. According to Ken, Yoji had made up the fact that he had proof. But… He stole a quick glance in Aya's direction. The man still sat but his back was rigid and his eyes seemed frozen.
"I talk in my sleep?" The man asked seeming lost.
"Yep!" Yoji giggled. "Wanna hear it?" Omi and Ken exchanged horrified looks.
"You recorded it?" Ken asked incredulously. Yoji nodded, laughing so hard that he was on the floor, crawling his way out to the hall and probably to his room.
"Wanna hear it?"
"STOP!" Ken shouted. He held his two hands to his head. "I cannot believe that I'm hearing this out. Ok… Yoji… did you just say that you recorded Aya having a wet dream about Omi?" His voice ended a bit strangled. "You pervert!"
"Oh come on!" Omi screamed suddenly. "He's drunk! Don't go and believe him! Ken-kun!"
"Well… but this is Yoji we're talking about."
"Yeah and Aya-kun!" Omi shouted back. That made Ken pause.
"Good point…" It only took those few minutes of Omi's embarrassed arguments and Ken's disgusted belief of Yoji's story to be shattered for Yoji to climb up the stairs and bellow something incoherent. Aya suddenly reacted and sprang out of his chair, running after Yoji, in hopes, no doubt to claim the tape player before the drunken sap could get play the tape of evidence. Neither of younger members of Weiss had ever seen Aya in such a blush and rage.
"You mean it's true?" Omi's legs felt weak and suddenly could no longer support him. "Good god." He whispered softly. His face felt like it was in flames. "This is not good. Not good… Ken! Aya's gonna kill him!"
"Oymygod… whattodo…whattodo… shouldIbophimonthehead?"
"What?!"
"Hit Aya on head! Good plan Omi. Be right back." Ken nodded absently before running up the stairs to where, upon reaching destination, he found Aya shaking in rage unable to get into Yoji's room since drunken Yoji had his wire out and was whipping anything that was in sight. "You idiot!" Ken shouted. "You're destroying everything!"
"Haha… must play tape… must show proof…" Yoji laughed maniacally. He pressed play and Aya gave an inarticulate scream. Omi ran up the stairs finally getting his legs to work.
"Don't! Don't kill each other!" The young blond leaped, his arms closing around Aya's waist, holding the redhead back from jumping into the room and getting whipped by Yoji. "I don't care what Yoji does… I won't listen… I swear I won't listen… just don't… just don't…don't kill him or get hurt. Please?"
Aya limped to the floor. Ken's eyes bugged out of his face and Omi breathed a sigh of relief.
There was silence.
Silence?
Yoji hit the tape player.
"What's wrong with the damn thing?" He hit it again. "Why won't it play?" Yoji slumped to the floor and moaned. "Omi why isn't it playing?" Ken walked over and looked at the silver thing as he realized that Omi and Aya weren't going to be moving anytime soon. He blinked… and blinked… and blinked again. Sweatdrop.
"There's no tape in here Yoji." He stated a bit too calmly. "You forgot to place a tape in this…" He started to laugh softly as the older man cursed and kicked the tape player away from him. "Go to sleep you idiot." He walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He placed a hand on Aya's head. "It's all cool… Yoji has no proof… he forgot to put a tape in the damn thing…so he was recording whatever in thin air. No proof… no nothing." He shook his head. "Good lord this house is insane." He started walking down the stairs figuring that he had done his good deed for the day, after all he had gotten a drunk Yoji home and safe, had braved Aya's anger and had saved the drunk Yoji from being killed and Aya humiliated and Omi embarrassed… and many more… He deserved to go and play soccer for an hour or two now.
"He is not your father… and he is not like your mother… and you can tell that fucking teacher to mind his own business when it comes to family life styles." Ken thought he heard Aya mutter wearily. He turned around to see Omi start to giggle. Well… he was confused. But then again… that didn't mean much… hanging around these guys twenty four seven always could make anybody's brain fried.