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Chapter Six
He wasn't one to wear turtlenecks during the day, especially when the weather called for something lighter, but Aya was not about to let that morning's events repeat themselves with either of the other two Weiß members. Thus a dark gray turtleneck it was. He could deal with a little extra heat, but not with the extra questioning regarding the goddamn mark on his neck. A hickey. Aya had gotten himself a hickey, of all things to happy to him during a mission.
His mind still wandered wildly over the events that had just taken place – including the annoying purring voice in his head still trying to both seduce him and convince him of Yohji's risqué actions. A conquest. That's all that it had been.
"Aya-kun…" Omi's quiet voice interrupted his bitter thought process. "Since when do you drink coffee?"
Aya blinked at the genki, then glanced down at the steaming mug he held between his palms. Had he really made it down to the kitchen, brewed coffee, poured himself a mug and sat in his usual spot at the table all without even realizing it?
It was happening again.
"Hn." Was his only response. What more could he possibly say? All he needed was a cigarette and he'd make the perfect Yohji impersonator. He watched Omi lower himself into the seat next to him. Just what was the kid doing? He swore he could sense a lecture – or something like it – starting to brew. How he did not like this. Should've gotten up before Omi had a chance to make himself comfortable.
"Aya… are you is everything alright?"
Too late. Damnit. "Aa."
"We were worried about you… the past couple of days you've been a little out of it and then last night's mission-"
"I'm fine."
Aya's insisting tone caused Omi to pause for a moment but the way he lowered those huge blue eyes and bit his lip was enough to tell Aya that the conversation, unfortunately, was still not through.
"About Yohji," the younger Weiß member continued. Aya exhaled and sipped at his steaming caffeine induced brew. "You've gotten in fights with Ken before, but never Yohji. What happened in there?" He asked timidly without picking his gaze up from the wooden table.
No answer. The icy redhead leader continued to drink, amethyst eyes shut to the world, but especially to Omi, who inquired over the very things he had just been trying to figure out himself. No, not figure out but perhaps make sense of. Things he did not want to explain. Things that shouldn't even be said. It was only when he felt those big blue orbs gaze to him curiously, questioning that he returned the gaze through half-lidded violets. It was unbelievable but he almost found it hard to lie – or rather, omit the truth from Omi.
"It doesn't matter." He finally responded but obviously not the reply Omi had been hoping for by the sigh that escaped his lips. It was one of despair. Obviously he had gone in there with higher expectations. A conversation with Aya was a very, very rare bird to find. One of those that had been thought to be extinct quite a few years ago. But sometimes, on rare, odd occasions, Omi did succeed in getting a few more words out of their icy cold leader. This wasn't one of those times.
Before any other questions were put forth and on the open, Aya stood. Quiet steps led him to the sink in which he deposited his half-empty mug. He was never much of a coffee drinker – it wasn't like he needed the caffeine. Just as quietly he exited the kitchen.
There were footsteps upstairs, the light opening and closing of doors, but no voices to match the movements to. Aya wasn't exactly in the right mood to face either Yohji or Ken at that very moment. Quite on the contrary: he might do something stupid if he saw Yohji and Ken… well, that was a story of it's own. He opted for the only choice available to him: the keys to his cherished Porsche found their way into his hand. The distance to the garage was covered fairly quickly, wanting to get out of the house before whoever was wandering about upstairs decided to descend. No, now as not the time to face either of them. Instead, he needed to think. Within moments he found himself within the white sports car and gracefully rounding the corner out of the alley that served as their access way and onto the road.
* * *
"Where's Aya?" came the half-mumbled question from lips too busy holding a cigarette between them.
"Just left." Answered Omi as he watched their leader's car gradually disappear down the street. Before Yohji could make his escape (what was it with people doing that today?), the question was dropped like a stone. "Is everything alright between you and Aya?"
Having a cigarette was a good thing; a wonderful thing indeed. Yohji took a drag, and then exhaled slowly; emerald eyes watching the smoke drift steadily, mixing with the particles that floated in the invisible air they breathed and disintegrate to become nothing more than a scent floating about the kitchen. "Hai," he responded after a moment and a few impatient looks from Omi. A grin touched his lips, the grin he offered women (18 and over) when trying to sell them a flower or two at the shop, the grin he offered someone when telling a blatant lie when the truth would not be beneficial. Omi knew that grin all too well. He'd seen it more than once when things got bad for them – usually during missions. He did not like seeing it now. It worried him even further. "Don't worry about it, bishonen."
The very statement only made Omi worry further.
* * *
Aya was not exactly sure just where he was going; he watched the streets go by without his brain registering where he was. The surroundings still appeared familiar, so at least he hadn't gotten himself lost, which didn't mean that he didn't much rather be lost. His mind was not his own once again. Bt he now realized that all those lost hours the previous day hadn't been lost at all. It was happening all over again: the endless wandering, the blank questions, the devilish thoughts that seeped into his mind without any control. He understood now – as much as one under the given circumstances was able to understand.
Red light meant stop. He did, listening to the humming of the finely tuned motor. But then there were two: a car had pulled up beside him. A car he recognized. A car with the steering wheel on the left just like his own. But one brighter than his – a light shade of red that complimented its owner and driver within.
Hello kitten. Was the greeting that assaulted his mind. He looked to his right, eyeing the car closely as the driver's side window was lowered. Bright jade orbs… a sly grin… a wild mane of fiery red. All this greeted him with a harsh shot through the gut.
"Schuldich…" Aya hissed. The flashbacks came back in full force – the previous night's mission, that morning's incident, the taunting whisperings as he tried to shower. Not even there he was left in peace. But then again, was he ever?
Green light meant go. He didn't. A honk from behind made him react. Aya took off but knew that the Schwarz assassin followed closely behind. He couldn't see the car anymore but felt him nearby, that intense gaze burning into his back. It was eerie, yet… oddly comfortable. He was truly starting to accept the fact that he had lost his mind. Soon he'd be in an asylum and not at the Koneko.
Why Aya pulled over into an empty restaurant parking lot, he wasn't sure. Why he got out of the car, he wasn't sure. Why he waited for Schuldich to do the same and join him near the Porsche, he was not sure either. But one thing was for sure: he attributed grasping onto the older man's collar, pushing him against the side of the white car and instead of punching him, pressing a forceful kiss to his lips, to having completely lost all last traces of sanity he still contained within him.
Had the telepath controlled Aya's mind into reacting the way he did?
… unlikely so, considering the momentary look of surprise that touched Schuldich's usually knowing face. Not even he knew the other redhead assassin would be as daring as to take such initiative. He had expected a fight perhaps, some resistance, but this? Schuldich was not one to keep wondering for long, however, and soon thereafter, Aya felt the kiss be returned with intensity that fought for control. Aya liked to be in control, however he found it nearly impossible to keep up the fight for much longer. Instead, he gave into the other man's controlling nature; even his hold on the German's white shirt was gradually loosened.
Drifting.
Darkness.
Lost.
Comfort.
Aya broke the kiss with a gasp of what could've been surprise; amethyst eyes narrowing on the smirking figure before him. A hand touched his cheek. He did not pull away as he usually would at the slightest bit of contact.
"I knew you'd come back," he heard Schuldich's words both out loud and echoing in his mind. He knew these words. He had heard them before… that meant… "you always do." The Schwarz member – his rival – finished with a purr.
Nightmare.
Reality.
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Well… that was unexpected. ^_~ Sorry for taking so long to post this up. School work has been catching up with me, but at least this chapter was longer than the others! Hoorah for inspiration and evilness. ::Innocent smile.:: Dun forget to review! ^_^