A/N: I'm ba~ck! ^^V I didn't boil to death, even though it was near. Now I'm shivering because it's way colder back here at home than it was in Sorrento.
Ah, anyways, this chapter was planned in a train from Naples to Rome and written by the pool in our hotel. Not that anyone is interested, but I'm telling it to you anyway.
Chapter 7 : Screech
Yoji POV
Aya had bitched and whined and moaned through the whole damn time it took to drive to the hospital. Of course, he had done it silently; he hadn't been Aya if he hadn't, but loud enough to make sure I heard him. Okay, so it had partially been my fault that his arm had snapped like that, and I did feel guilty about it, but there really had been a little of Aya's fault too. As I told Ken and Omi, our vicious leader had been daydreaming and so hadn't bothered to keep an eye or two on his surroundings and possible other people running up the stairs.
Why was I running? Easy, the night before, when Aya had fled the rooftop after the little shooting star episode and left me alone in there, I had decided to go and get rid of the bad taste the date the night before had left and jumped into my car, driving into the nearest bar.
I hadn't been tired, that's why I had driven off, and I certainly wasn't tired when I came back the next morning (I don't drink and drive, that's why it took such a long time to get there. Walking when you're more than a little tipsy can be very amusing. Until the pavement hits your face. That didn't happen to me this time, mind you. I just left my car by the bar sometime around 4 AM and began walking back 'home'.), if a little weary.
I wasn't tired even now, when I sat in the hospital cafe playing with my life by drinking their black coffee that tasted awful. The taste anyhow, was a little thing when I thought about the amount of caffeine I could get out from the single cup. I went to get another cupful of the stuff, after I was sure it didn't and wouldn't kill me.
Killing automatically reminded me of Aya and the lecture he would give me after he got out from the hands of Kritiker. They had been waiting for him when we came, a couple of ordinary looking doctors, and with no questions asked, taken him with them. I remained in the lobby for a while and after it seemed that Aya would stay wherever he was for quite a while I had dragged my being into the cafe. I was in no hurry to get back to Koneko and to work. The time away from duties like that was the time in Heaven, and I had decided to experience it now. In afterlife it would not have been possible.
I emptied my second cup of the probably poisonous liquid (that apparently didn't have effect on me) and walked back to the lobby. There was a nice chance for me to take a little nap while waiting for the redhead to return. Now you're thinking that I was being nice. I wasn't. I could have left Aya there in his hideous pajama-combination (Where the hell had he dug those things up from, anyway? All that was missing were the pink bunny-slippers.), but just as mentioned, I am the lazy bastard Aya thinks I am and used the chance to slip from work.
There was another reason, too. Just as I thought that glaring Aya was a funny sight, I couldn't turn down the chance to see a defeated looking, painkiller dulled Aya. Anything but the 'I'm the ice-queen of the world'-Aya was nice to look at. The thought was just too tempting.
I had barely managed to close my eyes, when I heard a door open in somewhere in the end of the hallway. I opened my eyes, blinked a couple of times and then stretched my neck to see if it was Aya. Hurray for my assassin instincts. The said man was walking towards the lobby (I don't say 'towards me', because that was not what he did.) with his arm neatly in a cast and a somewhat fuzzy expression on his face.
"I can assure you, that if you say a word you will be making a lovely stuffed decoration on the wall of Villa White," he informed me and walked past, like I didn't exist.
"You think I'm lovely?" I had to ask him with a stupid grin. He glared slow and torturous death to me.
I led him to the car and even opened the door for him, receiving a little less intimidating glare as his thanks to me. He sat down to the passenger seat and remained nice and quiet for a change. Of course, that non-bitching Aya was too good to last and it wasn't long until he started throwing rather unfriendly comments towards me. I replied whenever I felt like it and however I felt like, and that, apparently, annoyed Aya. He had a short, ponderous pause before he said:
"Pull the car over. I want to punch you."
Of course I laughed at him. What else could I have done when someone blurted out such an idiotic order?
"I'm serious, Kudou," he told me and I was surprised that this little note was not accompanied by a glare of any kind.
I rolled my eyes. "Well, I'm not. And I am not going to pull over. I'd like to keep myself away from clenched fists, thank you very much," I said with a more than a little sardonic voice.
It was a bad move. A really, really bad move at that. Comments like that usually didn't much move Aya, but this time, I swear, I saw the steam rising from his ears. I nearly had a heart attack and died at the instant, because Aya kicked away my foot and pushed the breaks with everything he could get out from his feet in the manner to get us both killed. I had no choice but to grip the steering wheel like crazy, just to keep us alive.
When the car finally stopped with a screech, I nearly flew through the windshield (seatbelts are a good invention, kids). My heart was beating like there was no tomorrow and my mouth formed many, many different kinds of words that described what an ass, exactly, Aya was.
Aya didn't listen. He calmly opened his door and walked out of the car, gesturing me to do the same. I obeyed, even though I knew it would have been safer to stay in the car.
"Yes...?" I asked, keeping a good distance to Aya, hoping that he didn't have his katana hidden in his pajama pantleg. Not that he would have been able to use it too well, though, but this is Aya, anyhow, that we're talking about, here.
"The moment I had the Sword with me, you would be dead, Kudou," he told me, his words accompanied by a one of his darkest, coldest death-glares that made even me shiver. "But sadly, I don't, so I will have to come up with another way to torture you."
I had absolutely no idea what he had in mind and that was why I didn't dare to say a word. I kept praying, that what was expecting me would only be a lecture of sorts instead of a throughout abuse álà Fujimiya Aya.
"Can you tell me why I am so pissed, right now?" Aya asked. He sounded like a school-bully who had driven his victim into a corner and was now demanding him to give up his lunch-money. Maybe Aya had had a traumatic childhood or youth. Before he started killing, that is.
I thought for a moment before answering and tried to wipe away every possible hint of sarcasm from my voice.
"Because you already despise me from before for reasons unknown and because I broke your sword arm," I admitted humbly. Then something came into my mind and I mentally hit my head into a brick wall a couple of dozen times for it. "You don't happen to use you right hand while writing, do you?" I asked carefully. Aya nodded.
Well shit. I was absolutely positive that he hated me above everything living and breathing at the moment. He had to. I would have.
I sighed and raised my hands in surrender.
"I know it's the one and the same for you if I say I'm sorry, but I really am. Not only because I broke the damn arm, but because I know exactly how long the team will be disable because of it. My fault," I admitted.
There was a surprised expression on Aya's face. Another one to be added to my 'Aya's expressions that I like' collection.
Maybe it was because of his confused look that I dared to take few steps forward to face him, who knows. I tried to look as sincere as possible and even put my hand on his shoulder, even though I knew about the existence of the possibility to be beaten up for touching him. I knew that he would at least shrug me off.
The first surprise was, that he didn't.
The second was his reply:
"Apology accepted."
Sometimes Aya really scared the crap out of me and this really was one of those times.
After having said what he had said, Aya shrugged me off and walked back into the car, remaining quiet for the rest of the drive back to Koneko.
~* TBC *~
What's with all the side-comments? Easy to explain. I'm reading Nick Hornby's 'How to be Good' at the moment (great book, everyone go and read it!) and the style is kind of catchy... ^^*
Reviews would be especially appreciated!
Ah, anyways, this chapter was planned in a train from Naples to Rome and written by the pool in our hotel. Not that anyone is interested, but I'm telling it to you anyway.
Chapter 7 : Screech
Yoji POV
Aya had bitched and whined and moaned through the whole damn time it took to drive to the hospital. Of course, he had done it silently; he hadn't been Aya if he hadn't, but loud enough to make sure I heard him. Okay, so it had partially been my fault that his arm had snapped like that, and I did feel guilty about it, but there really had been a little of Aya's fault too. As I told Ken and Omi, our vicious leader had been daydreaming and so hadn't bothered to keep an eye or two on his surroundings and possible other people running up the stairs.
Why was I running? Easy, the night before, when Aya had fled the rooftop after the little shooting star episode and left me alone in there, I had decided to go and get rid of the bad taste the date the night before had left and jumped into my car, driving into the nearest bar.
I hadn't been tired, that's why I had driven off, and I certainly wasn't tired when I came back the next morning (I don't drink and drive, that's why it took such a long time to get there. Walking when you're more than a little tipsy can be very amusing. Until the pavement hits your face. That didn't happen to me this time, mind you. I just left my car by the bar sometime around 4 AM and began walking back 'home'.), if a little weary.
I wasn't tired even now, when I sat in the hospital cafe playing with my life by drinking their black coffee that tasted awful. The taste anyhow, was a little thing when I thought about the amount of caffeine I could get out from the single cup. I went to get another cupful of the stuff, after I was sure it didn't and wouldn't kill me.
Killing automatically reminded me of Aya and the lecture he would give me after he got out from the hands of Kritiker. They had been waiting for him when we came, a couple of ordinary looking doctors, and with no questions asked, taken him with them. I remained in the lobby for a while and after it seemed that Aya would stay wherever he was for quite a while I had dragged my being into the cafe. I was in no hurry to get back to Koneko and to work. The time away from duties like that was the time in Heaven, and I had decided to experience it now. In afterlife it would not have been possible.
I emptied my second cup of the probably poisonous liquid (that apparently didn't have effect on me) and walked back to the lobby. There was a nice chance for me to take a little nap while waiting for the redhead to return. Now you're thinking that I was being nice. I wasn't. I could have left Aya there in his hideous pajama-combination (Where the hell had he dug those things up from, anyway? All that was missing were the pink bunny-slippers.), but just as mentioned, I am the lazy bastard Aya thinks I am and used the chance to slip from work.
There was another reason, too. Just as I thought that glaring Aya was a funny sight, I couldn't turn down the chance to see a defeated looking, painkiller dulled Aya. Anything but the 'I'm the ice-queen of the world'-Aya was nice to look at. The thought was just too tempting.
I had barely managed to close my eyes, when I heard a door open in somewhere in the end of the hallway. I opened my eyes, blinked a couple of times and then stretched my neck to see if it was Aya. Hurray for my assassin instincts. The said man was walking towards the lobby (I don't say 'towards me', because that was not what he did.) with his arm neatly in a cast and a somewhat fuzzy expression on his face.
"I can assure you, that if you say a word you will be making a lovely stuffed decoration on the wall of Villa White," he informed me and walked past, like I didn't exist.
"You think I'm lovely?" I had to ask him with a stupid grin. He glared slow and torturous death to me.
I led him to the car and even opened the door for him, receiving a little less intimidating glare as his thanks to me. He sat down to the passenger seat and remained nice and quiet for a change. Of course, that non-bitching Aya was too good to last and it wasn't long until he started throwing rather unfriendly comments towards me. I replied whenever I felt like it and however I felt like, and that, apparently, annoyed Aya. He had a short, ponderous pause before he said:
"Pull the car over. I want to punch you."
Of course I laughed at him. What else could I have done when someone blurted out such an idiotic order?
"I'm serious, Kudou," he told me and I was surprised that this little note was not accompanied by a glare of any kind.
I rolled my eyes. "Well, I'm not. And I am not going to pull over. I'd like to keep myself away from clenched fists, thank you very much," I said with a more than a little sardonic voice.
It was a bad move. A really, really bad move at that. Comments like that usually didn't much move Aya, but this time, I swear, I saw the steam rising from his ears. I nearly had a heart attack and died at the instant, because Aya kicked away my foot and pushed the breaks with everything he could get out from his feet in the manner to get us both killed. I had no choice but to grip the steering wheel like crazy, just to keep us alive.
When the car finally stopped with a screech, I nearly flew through the windshield (seatbelts are a good invention, kids). My heart was beating like there was no tomorrow and my mouth formed many, many different kinds of words that described what an ass, exactly, Aya was.
Aya didn't listen. He calmly opened his door and walked out of the car, gesturing me to do the same. I obeyed, even though I knew it would have been safer to stay in the car.
"Yes...?" I asked, keeping a good distance to Aya, hoping that he didn't have his katana hidden in his pajama pantleg. Not that he would have been able to use it too well, though, but this is Aya, anyhow, that we're talking about, here.
"The moment I had the Sword with me, you would be dead, Kudou," he told me, his words accompanied by a one of his darkest, coldest death-glares that made even me shiver. "But sadly, I don't, so I will have to come up with another way to torture you."
I had absolutely no idea what he had in mind and that was why I didn't dare to say a word. I kept praying, that what was expecting me would only be a lecture of sorts instead of a throughout abuse álà Fujimiya Aya.
"Can you tell me why I am so pissed, right now?" Aya asked. He sounded like a school-bully who had driven his victim into a corner and was now demanding him to give up his lunch-money. Maybe Aya had had a traumatic childhood or youth. Before he started killing, that is.
I thought for a moment before answering and tried to wipe away every possible hint of sarcasm from my voice.
"Because you already despise me from before for reasons unknown and because I broke your sword arm," I admitted humbly. Then something came into my mind and I mentally hit my head into a brick wall a couple of dozen times for it. "You don't happen to use you right hand while writing, do you?" I asked carefully. Aya nodded.
Well shit. I was absolutely positive that he hated me above everything living and breathing at the moment. He had to. I would have.
I sighed and raised my hands in surrender.
"I know it's the one and the same for you if I say I'm sorry, but I really am. Not only because I broke the damn arm, but because I know exactly how long the team will be disable because of it. My fault," I admitted.
There was a surprised expression on Aya's face. Another one to be added to my 'Aya's expressions that I like' collection.
Maybe it was because of his confused look that I dared to take few steps forward to face him, who knows. I tried to look as sincere as possible and even put my hand on his shoulder, even though I knew about the existence of the possibility to be beaten up for touching him. I knew that he would at least shrug me off.
The first surprise was, that he didn't.
The second was his reply:
"Apology accepted."
Sometimes Aya really scared the crap out of me and this really was one of those times.
After having said what he had said, Aya shrugged me off and walked back into the car, remaining quiet for the rest of the drive back to Koneko.
~* TBC *~
What's with all the side-comments? Easy to explain. I'm reading Nick Hornby's 'How to be Good' at the moment (great book, everyone go and read it!) and the style is kind of catchy... ^^*
Reviews would be especially appreciated!