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Yohji awoke early that morning and stretched languidly. Smiling, he remembered that he'd fallen asleep in Aya's bed. Looking around Aya's bare room he frowned as he came across Aya's still form sleeping in the window. Feeling slighted, and sure that it was because Aya didn't want to be near him, he glanced at the clock as he sat up. He groaned when the red digits read 3:30 am. Yohji sighed and walked over to where Aya still slept. Bending over his friend he paused, unable to stop the now familiar twinge of worry, before gently reaching under the sleeping man to lift him from the windowsill.
Yohji carried Aya to the bed and had just started to lay him back on the silken sheets when Aya began to scream and thrash against him violently. Startled, and more than a little concerned, Yohji tried desperately to wake his friend. "Come on Aya," Yohji pleaded softly as he sought to quiet the redhead who stubbornly refused to wake up. Sighing, Yohji climbed onto the bed and wrapped himself around Aya to stop his thrashing. Relief washed over him when Aya quieted and he continued to whisper soothing words in his ear.
"What's going on Yohji? I heard screaming," a sleepy Ken asked, yawning and rubbing his tired eyes.
"Nothing Kenken, go back to bed and get some sleep," Yohji said softly, still wrapped around the redhead. "Aya was just having a nightmare," he added as Ken made no move to leave. Yohji laid his head down next to Aya to take his own advice and get some sleep.
Yohji drifted slowly to awareness as he felt something stir against his front. Looking down he met with quiet violet eyes and couldn't help but smile as he noticed that Aya was now as much wrapped around him as he was around the redhead. "'Mornin' sunshine," Yohji quipped cheerfully, unable to resist the temptation.
Aya's eyes narrowed, but he made no response. He remembered clearly having fallen asleep at the window, but couldn't remember having climbed into his bed. Aya raised a questioning eyebrow at Yohji, but instead of asking he burrowed closer to the blond, wanting to forget everything that had happened.
Yohji's eyes widened in surprise at Aya's actions and it took him a while to convince his mind that he wasn't imagining the entire thing. Yohji wrapped his arms comfortingly around the younger redhead, starting slightly as he felt Aya's form begin to tremble. "Shh, it's alright, you're safe now," Yohji whispered, holding Aya closer as his trembling increased. Aya began to cry, softly at first and then harder, and Yohji wondered at how long Aya had struggled with this alone. He stroked Aya's back soothingly and whispered soft words of comfort until Aya ceased crying and had fallen asleep, exhausted, in Yohji's arms.
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"Yohji!" Ken called as he came up the stairs. "You're supposed to open shop with Omi this morning," he said as he opened the door to Aya's room, knowing that Yohji could still be found in the redhead's bed.
Yohji looked up and glared at Ken from over Aya's sleeping form. "Umm…I can cover your shift for you," Ken said softly as he exited the room.
"Hey Ken," Omi greeted cheerfully as Ken entered the flower shop. "What are you doing? It's Yohji-kun's turn to open shop," he exclaimed as Ken donned an apron.
"Yohji can't come down right now, so I told him I'd cover his shift," Ken replied distractedly.
"Ken?" Omi asked, wondering what was on his friend's mind.
"It's nothing Omi."
"Wait," Omi said as he realized what Ken had said. "Why can't Yohji come down?" he asked suspiciously.
"Because he's tied up at the moment," Ken sighed, slipping into the back room before Omi could question him more. Ken couldn't help the smirk that briefly crossed his lips at the irony of his answer to Omi.
Omi looked after his friend and was about to follow him into the back to demand answers when the first customer of the day came in. The young blond looked over to where a short brown haired youth was gazing passingly at flowers.
"Excuse me, can I help you?" Omi asked cheerfully while his mind nagged at him about the boy's familiarity.
"Actually, you can." Omi's breath caught and his heart skipped a beat when the youth turned around to face him.
"Nagi!" Omi squeaked as he stared into midnight blue orbs.
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Aya awoke to the warm security of strong arms wrapped around him and instinctively moved closer. Moaning softly, he inhaled the warm scent of…stale smoke and alcohol?! Alarm bells went off in his mind as he came fully awake and he pushed himself roughly out of Yohji's embrace.
"Huh?" Yohji sat up and looked around in confusion until his eyes rested on the glaring redhead standing a few feet from the bed. "What?" Yohji asked. "Aya?" he prodded when the redhead made no answer.
"Get. Out. Of. My. Room!" Aya growled between his teeth, his fists clenched at his sides.
"Well, a good morning to you too," Yohji grumbled as he disentangled himself from the sheets.
"Now!" Aya ordered.
Yohji stared at the redhead in disbelief before slipping past him. Keeping as much distance from the agitated redhead as possible, Yohji decided that this definitely wasn't the time to antagonize the man further.
Yohji was fuming as he moved around the kitchen, trying hard not to slam things around. Yohji poured himself some coffee and sighed as he took a long drink, inhaling the fumes. Looking over the rim of his mug he saw Aya leaning in the doorway, watching him quietly. Without lowering his mug from his lips, Yohji walked over and held out a mug of tea for Aya. Aya just continued to stare at Yohji for a long while before finally reaching out to accept the drink. Yohji shivered as Aya's fingers brushed against his hand, pausing slightly before pulling away with the mug.
Suppressing the urge to whimper at the loss, Yohji walked back to the counter where he had prepared a plate of food. "Sit down," Yohji directed as he set his mug on the counter. He picked up the plate and turned towards the table; surprised to see Aya already seated, as he hadn't heard the man move. Yohji simply set the plate before the redhead and went to lean against the counter with his cup. Aya had never eaten much, but he'd been eating less since that incident six months ago and Yohji had realized just how thin Aya had become as he'd held him. He took another drink of his coffee; never taking his eyes off of the redhead who was just staring at the plate suspiciously. "Eat," Yohji said, wondering distantly how much he'd be able to get away with before Aya decided to kill him.
Aya continued to stare at the plate for a long while before narrowing his eyes at Yohji. Yohji just stared at the redhead while he glared back. "You need to eat," Yohji admonished.
"Hn." Aya still made no move to do as he was told.
Yohji sighed in exasperation. "It's not like it'll kill you to eat it!"
Aya glared at Yohji, eyes narrowing to slits as he saw the mischievous glint in the jade eyes.
Smirking, Yohji straddles the chair next to Aya's. "Fine then," he said as he lifted some food to the redhead's lips. Aya glare icy daggers at the blond playboy and clamped his mouth shut, refusing to be fed. His smirk now a wide grin, Yohji lifted his other hand to try and coax the other's mouth open. Aya's eyes widened in surprise at Yohji's actions and he launched himself sideways from his chair.
'Damn he's quick!' Yohji thought as he lunged after the desperate redhead, miraculously not dropping any food. Yohji chased Aya for what seemed ages (though was only a few quick moments) before managing to wrestle the slightly smaller man to the floor near the table. Grinning triumphantly as he straddled Aya's hips, Yohji reached up to grab the abandoned plate of food, keeping Aya effectively pinned to the floor.
Author's note: Sorry it took so long with part four, I haven't been feeling well. Part five hopefully won't take as long coming up, but will be a few days, as I will not have access to a compy. ;-;