Disclaimers: I still don't own the boys. How I wish I did. Read on and don't sue.
Chapter Two
"Aya-kun," came the soft exclamation from Omi as Aya entered through the kitchen door. He had been hoping to make it to his room without being spotted, stopped, interrogated, and looked after, concerned over. Anything. His head hurt. He was definitely not feeling up to petty explanations that led to nowhere. He simply glanced to the kid and moved on. Luckily Omi knew when to shut up – unlike the other two, who always had something to say or ask despite his obvious mood. Sometimes he wondered if Omi wasn't the elder one of the group after all.
"Didn't even come home last night. Lucky bastard." Damnit. Yohji had already been up. What the hell was he doing up at this hour? He thought irritably. That was, however, before he caught a glimpse of the time.
12:48
He hadn't realized how late it had gotten. Yohji's comment was met with silence and his infamous "leave me the fuck alone" look. That was when he noticed the older man's half naked, sleep tousled look. How his thin, black sweat pants hung dangerously low on his slender hips; the way his toned muscles were outlined by the shadows created by the light streaming in through the half-shut shades of his room; the haphazard yet incredibly sexy way his lightly colored chestnut hair just barely brushed his shoulders, thick strands obscuring his bright emerald gaze.
What am I doing?! Aya reprimanded himself and looked away, pushing past his partner yet making sure not to touch that deliciously appealing flesh as he ascended toward the sanctuary of his room.
Finally, he was alone. Aya moved toward the bed and simply allowed himself to flop forward onto the comfortable mattress. An exhale was loosed through thin lips. His attention was lost from the world.
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"Oi! Aya!" called Yohji for the fourth time in the last fifty seconds. "C'mon man, we've got a frigging mission." He knocked yet again but there was still no answer from within. Yohji usually knew better than to stop into Aya's personal space but this was a different case. He tried the knob: it turned. The door was pushed open. "Aya?" He called quietly, peeking into the darkness that had consumed the small room. The shades had been drawn shut, allowing no light inside. All he could make out was the familiar outline of his teammate lying motionless upon the bed. This was very unlike Aya. True that he locked himself up in his room for hours at a time sometimes but to spend the night out like that and simply collapse once he got home? Definitely not like Aya.
Yohji allowed himself into the room and shut the door softly behind him before carefully approaching the bed; the last thing he wanted was to trip on something and end up face down on the floor with a loud clatter. That would've probably been the worse way to wake his teammate. Not to mention a dangerous one as well. He noticed the younger man's deadly katana lying against the bedside table within easy reach. Yes, definitely a dangerous method that would be.
Aya was appearantly out cold. Stomach down on top of the mattress in the same clothes he had worn during the previous night's mission. With two exceptions: he had managed to kick off his boots and rid himself of his shirt. The long red strands of his ear tails fell messily over the pillow; thick bangs over his lidded eyes; soft black lashes touching silky white skin. He looked peaceful almost. Beautiful, oh most definitely. Yohji felt almost entranced looking at the sleeping wonder before him.
Moments later, he caught himself.
"Aya," he tried again, his voice soft and low. He touched the younger man's naked shoulder, shaking him slightly.
No response.
Just as Yohji had leaned down to try again, an overly hyper and complaining Omi startled him. Not to mention so goddamn loud!
"Yohji-kun! What is taking you so long?"
Yohji, startled and half leaning over the bed, lost his balance. The result: an awkward collapse over the younger assassin. The overhead light was turned on by the disruptor's fingers, which upon seeing the scene on top of the bed blinked. He looked to both of his elder teammates, a little dumbfound even. There was Aya and Yohji. The former uncharacteristically undressed and… blushing?
"…am I interrupting anything?"
Yohji scrambled off the bed, trying to avoid the definite shi-ne look that was being thrown his way. "Iya, baka!" He managed to respond harshly after a few tries with no result. "You scared the shit out of me and I fell."
What a lame excuse.
Aya still glared. Somewhat confused, somewhat perturbed by the fact something had gone on without him noticing and shaken by the obviously rude, yet not exactly unpleasant, awakening.
"What do you want?" Questioned Aya when he was finally conscious and coherent enough to focus on getting the icy tone back into his voice.
"We have a mission." Yohji quickly announced, already moving toward the door and past a grinning yet somewhat puzzled Omi. The kid was frighteningly enlightened sometimes.
Aya pushed himself up, catching a glimpse of his alarm clock in the process.
6:53pm
He had just lost six hours without even realizing it. Now was not the time to wonder about these things, however. After pulling on a fresh shirt, he padded downstairs into the basement they used as their briefing room. Amethyst eyes remained emotionless even as he noticed Yohji's slightly uncomfortable form sprawled over one of the couches. He exchanged a glance with Manx and leaned back against the back wall near the stairs. Arms were crossed over his chest; head ever so slightly bowed as he listened to Persia's briefing of their next mission on the large screen.
Only mere seconds later the screen flickered off. "Any questions?" Came Manx's ever-casual voice as she looked around the room. By the looks on the Weiß member's faces, she didn't even have to ask just show would be participating in the current mission.
"If the guy's targets are girls in their late teens, just how are we supposed to even get near him?" Ken asked her, looking over the back of the couch.
"That is your job to figure out," she responded with a hardly innocent grin.
"Oy!" Ken exhaled, and then flopped back down.
"Is there anything else we might find useful?" Aya broke the silence this time.
"Iyah." Was Manx's only quiet response.
With that, Abyssinian pushed himself away from the wall and ascended the stairs in silence.
"What's with him?" Questioned Ken.
Silence was his only reply.
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Yes so… yes, got some odd stuff going on here. They'll be explained… eventually. ^^;; Reviews? Anyone?