Wardrobe Change Part 3
By Makoto Sagara
Disclaimers: I don't own Weiß, though I do lay claim to
Youji and partially to Ken. ^_^;;; I promise no Weiß boy was hurt in the
writing of this fic, but afterwards, I have no idea. You'd have to ask them.
^^;;; This is told from both Youji and Aya's point of views. I hope I don't
screw up Aya too badly. I'm not used to writing from his perspective.
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Lime, exhibitionism….
Summary: Youji has taken it upon
himself to give Aya's wardrobe a make over.
The shopping experience continues.
Pairing: Aya & Youji
A/N: Yes, Aya CAN WEAR RED! Just not all the time, and orange and red have NEVER, and I repeat, NEVER matched. The artists who made that mistake should have been hurt. Very badly, and with sharp objects. As long as the red is a tasteful shade anyone with red-colored hair can get away with it. It's just not any everyday thing. And I wouldn't suggest that someone with hair the same color as Schuldig wear orange OR red. *shudders*
~ Youji
Loads of leather, black velvet, punk t-shirts, and all my other favorite kind of clothing. It was paradise. And with Ran here, it would be more enjoyable than usual. I really think I must have done something excellent in my last life to get all this superb treatment now. Even though I won't make it through this day, I think I can officially die content.
Usako, the delicious attendant who I took out last week, came over. "Kudou-san, how nice of you to come back. And, you've brought a gorgeous friend with you this time." She flashed Ran her famous 1000-watt smile. "Now, what can we do for you today?"
I heard a growl come from Ran's direction. I turned to see him snarling. Geez, the guy can't even take a compliment. I whispered to him, "Ran, we are in public. There are witnesses, and besides, you don't have your katana." I then looked at Usako. "He needs new clothes." I gave her a wink.
Oh, the fun was just about to get started. I had a feeling that today was going into the Youji's Most Memorable Moments category. Damn…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~ Aya
I. Was. In. HELL. The mall was bad enough. Add in that I was there with YOUJI, of all people, a man who loved shopping enough that the salesgirl knew him by name, and the bastard was FLIRTING with her, wasting time as if replacing my entire wardrobe wasn't going to take long enough as it was--! And if Youji didn't get his ass moving and get this OVER with, I was going to SEND him there personally. Direct by katana express.
I looked over at him, and the baka had a devilish gleam in his eyes. Great, what the hell did he have planned?
He walked over to the wall and started pulling shirts down. I swear I hadn't even heard of any of the bands these were supposed to be for. Who the hell is the Grateful Dead? And why was it so important to have a shirt from an American band in my closet? I had to ask.
"Why are you making me get something from a band I have never even heard of?"
He spun around. "You've never heard of the Grateful Dead? Oh, man this is great. Not only does this count as a shopping expedition, it's a music class. The Grateful Dead is one of the best rock bands that came out of America in the 70's. And you must have a shirt of them to make your life complete." He smiled and pulled more shirts down.
I watched him carefully, but not happily, as he searched the walls and racks for clothes. I noticed that he stayed more towards the darker end of the spectrum. I don't think I could have handled it if he got a baby blue ANYTHING. I might forget that we were in public.
"Ok, that's all for this store, but you have to go try these on. I want to make sure they fit." He lead the way to the back of the store and opened the door to one of the changing stalls. "In you go, Ran."
I glared at him. The jerk was just overly excited. "Why are you so fucking happy?"
He gave me a wink and didn't say a word. He slammed the door shut and started handing me clothes over the top of the stall door.
I snatched the proffered garments, and stared around the little cube I was stuck in. There was no window, and no vent on the ceiling. The only things in there were a mirror, a bench, and few hooks to hang the clothes. I really was stuck in here, unless I gave into his sadistic plan.
Sighing quietly, I grabbed the first few shirts and looked them over. I quickly discarded a few. I don't do giddy slogans, or anything that makes me look like some stupid teenager. I tried the shirts on. They were form fitting and snug, and they clung to every inch of my chest and stomach.
"Let me see, Ran. That's why I'm here, dammit."
"No," I growled, making sure he understood that I was fully capable of dressing myself, and that he was still going to PAY for this later.
"Don't make me come in there."
He…. He-he wouldn't…. No, he WOULD! "Fine," I snarled.
I opened the door slowly and waited for his reaction. He didn't say anything, but the smile died on his lips as he began to gawk at me. He was staring really hard.
The way he was looking at me made my heart race, and I knew that I was starting to become hard just from the glazed over look in his eyes. After a few moments, however, it became disturbing.
"What? What the hell is it, Kudou?"
He shook his head. "Nothing. They fit nicely, considering they are all the same size and style?"
"Yes."
"What's up with those shirts there?" He pointed to the discard pile.
I glowered. "I will NOT be wearing those in any lifetime, let alone in this one." I slammed the door shut on him.
"Ran, sometimes you can really kill a good mood."
Fine, then maybe this trip won't last as long as I originally thought, I said mentally.
I took a few steps over to the bench and sat. My heart was still pounding, and the unmistakable stir in my pants was starting to ache.
"Try some of those pants on. As soon as you do, we can pay for the clothes and head for the next store." Youji said, his voice dripping with amusement. He is so going to pay for this.
I looked at the so-called pants that he had given me. They looked like the ones that were currently gracing Youji's hips, and the ones I had "borrowed" from his closet yesterday. Those hadn't been too bad, and they felt kind of cool, but after a while, they got hot. Leather isn't as fun as people think it is, no matter if it is soft, black, and hugs every contour perfectly.
I took one last look at myself in the mirror, and started to try on the pants.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~ Youji
He was so goddamn hot in those shirts that hugged every muscle and ripple in his chest and stomach. When Ran emerged from that dressing room, I forgot to breathe, let alone think. He broke my reverie, and I got back to business. I couldn't wait to see that tight, sexy ass of his in a pair of pants that fit all too well again.
I heard rustling, and he was muttering a few curses about how ridiculous it was to be wearing these pants, since they would only be like wearing another hot layer of skin.
"Ran, if I can hear you bitching, I'm sure the woman next to you definitely hears you." I snorted as I heard no sound in the stall for a moment.
"I-I-I'm sorry, ma'am," he called quietly.
The woman stepped out with her clothes. "It's cool, man. Just next time, don't use so many curses on one pair of pants. I mean, what are you gonna use for the next one?" She winked at me and went on her way.
The door to his changing room opened, and he was standing there in the best of the bunch.
"So?" he asked, obviously more than annoyed.
"So?" I asked back.
"Is this fine? Because I want to get back to your jeep, so I can murder you in private. " He was seething.
"They're great. Do they all fit like that?"
"Yes. Now, I will put my REAL clothes back on, and we will leave this living nightmare." He slammed the door shut, and I could hear him swearing as he changed back into his own clothes. He appeared a minute or so later, and threw the ones he didn't seemed interested in at me.
I handed the pile back to Usako. "I'm sorry about my friend. He's rather anti-social." I winked, and she blushed a little.
"Well, that's ok. Did you find everything you had hoped for?" She gave us that charming smile again.
"Yes, thanks. The ones that we want, Mr. Iceman has."
She giggled. "Well, I'll just ring you up now." She was quiet while the purchase was occurring. "That'll be ¥45,966. "
"What?" Ran asked, stupefied.
"Your total is…" she started.
"I heard you. That is outrageous." He was about to start sputtering.
"Not really. It's cheaper than when I come by myself." I whipped out my credit card, and she took care of the rest. "You will just have to pay me back later." I winked at him.
Usako handed him six bags with his nicely folded new clothes. I smirked. He looked totally lost with all those bags.
My stomach growled. Looked like it was time to get something to eat. I looked at my watch. We had been in there for over two hours.
"Let's get something to eat before we continue. It's almost noon now. If we take an hour to eat, then we will have about four or five hours before the GOOD stores close."
"Four or five hours?" he snarled. "Do you think you will live that long?"
I headed over to the food court and waited in line at the pizza place. I didn't wait for Ran to make up his mind, but I had advanced in the line by the time he appeared next to me.
"Make it a large and don't get anything disgusting like green peppers or olives." He stalked over to a booth and dropped his collection of bags. Someone was NOT happy.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~ Aya
I really HATE him. He is entirely TOO chipper over this whole ordeal. This is not how I wanted to spend my day, and yet, here I am with SIX, count them, SIX bags of clothes. And to make matters worse, he was making us stay in this crowded hell house to eat. I have a headache.
He appeared at the table with a large meat pizza. He at least had the consideration to do as I requested. The steam rising signified that it had just come from the oven, and the aroma made my stomach growl.
Youji set the food down on the table, and then walked back to get the drinks.
"I got you water, because I know how you feel about soda and fruit juices." He smiled.
I glared at him. "I would thank you, but I wouldn't be out in this situation had it not been for you." I took the first piece and began eating.
"You're welcome, anyway," he said sarcastically. "I'm glad to see that you are taking this so well."
"Shut up and leave me to eat in peace."
"Mr. Friendly rears his ugly face yet again."
I didn't even bother to respond to him, and ate another piece. When he realized that I was serious, he just sighed and started in on his own part.
30 minutes later, the pizza had disappeared, and Youji seemed anxious to stare at the girls who were passing by. A few of them actually walked up to the table to talk to him. There was one who kept staring at me, but when I glared at her, she just blushed and giggled. Onna! I will never understand why they do that ridiculous thing.
After they left, Youji just gave me a look.
"What?" I said.
"Why do you have to do that every time women appear?"
"Because they are revolting when they blush and giggle… Do they ever get over that?"
"I hope NOT. I find them more attractive when they are shy."
I scoffed. "Whatever! Are you finished?"
He stood up. "Yep. Let's go, Ran." He grabbed the pan and cups and walked away towards the garbage bins. I stood and retrieved my bags. I caught up with him as he turned the corner of the mall.
He walked into a large department store. What the hell were we doing in here?
"There are some things in this store that we won't find in the others. That's the only reason we are here," he called over his shoulder.
That made some sense.
He proceeded to the men's department and started pawing through the slacks.
"What color do you prefer? Black, navy, or tan?"
I was taken aback. "You mean I get a choice this time?"
"Look, I could just grab you whatever, and just let you deal with it then. I'm giving you a choice because slacks are different from leather pants. If it weren't, then this would be a lot easier." He sneered.
"For whom?" I questioned.
"Both of us. Now, what color?"
I gave in. "Black and tan are fine." He then began to thrust random objects at me. He must have had at least 10 different pair of pants thrown at me. "I can't carry all of these and the bags too, Kudou."
He took a few of the bags from me, and then led me to the dressing rooms. I followed him dejectedly, and then dropped the remaining bags at his feet. An attendant approached and took them up from the floor.
"I will give them back to you when you are finished in here, gentlemen."
Youji flashed her a smile. "Thank you. Now, Ran, you need to make sure they fit."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~ Youji
He was taking the trip into the department store very well. I gave him enough choices in styles to see which ones would work better on him, in both colors. I smiled as he stomped in. He was still protesting, but at least he had stopped bitching.
I turned to the attendant. "My friend in there will need some help. I'm going to go find some more things for him. Please tell him that."
She smiled. "No problem, sir. I will."
I went to the shirts, and looked through a few of them, picking out nice deep blacks, reds, and blues. I even found a few white shirts that he might go for. When I returned, Ran was standing outside, in front of the large mirrors, glaring at his reflection. He looked lost.
"Something the matter, Fujimiya?"
"Everything. Why are there so many? They all look the same to me."
I looked him over. The slacks he had on really hugged his shapely ass. "Those look good on you. How do the others fit?"
"I didn't like them."
"Then we'll get those." I smirked. "Now, I have some shirts for you. Here."
He gave an astonished look. "Red? I thought you were mad at me for wearing orange?"
There was an unidentifiable noise from our cute little attendant.
"What?" Ran just yelled at the girl.
"Sir, with your complexion and hair coloring, orange is the last thing you should wear. I would also stay away from green, yellow, and pastels. They will clash." She gave another smile, and walked away.
"I agree. Now, try those shirts on."
He fixed me with his patent death glare. I proceeded to ignore him, winning the battle, and he snatched the shirts and returned to the dressing room. There was a lot of shuffling and grunting. I could just imagine him taking his shirt off, exposing his pale chest and abdomen to the florescent lighting. My body had a very predictable reaction to that line of thinking.
I was abruptly brought back to reality by a familiar presence.
"So?"
I shook my head, and took a good look at the shirt hugging every muscle and curve of his upper body. I could see every one rippling and flexing and heaving as he took a breath. I took a deep breath.
"It looks nice. You should keep every other shirt in that style." How I ever got that many words out of my mouth with a raging hard-on, I will never know.
Fixing me with another glare, he stomped back into the stall. There was a loud thump, and I heard him curse.
"Ran?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~ Aya
I was not paying attention when I put this shirt on. I was too worried with getting this over. It wasn't until I was struggling to remove it that I noticed that I would not be able to get it off myself.
"Shimatta," I growled at no one in particular.
"Ran?" Kudou must have heard me.
"Nani?" I was snapping a lot today.
"Anything wrong in there?"
"Iie." I just cant get this goddamn shirt off, but other than that I'm fucking peachy. "Nothing I can't handle on my own."
Evidently, he didn't believe me, because a few seconds later, he was trying to barge his way inside. I tried to keep the door from opening, but the damn asshole slid under the door. I thought about kicking him, but I would, technically, need his help to get rid of this shirt. Oh fuck it. I kicked him.
"Shit, Ran, you didn't have to kick me," he said, standing to rub his head, and looking at me. He started laughing. "D…don't… don't tell me that you can't get the shirt off."
"Fine, then I won't tell you." I turned my back on him. Suddenly, there was an extra set of hands helping me to remove the offending garment.
"Ran, how in the hell did you get this shirt stuck like this?" he asked, tugging the shirt free.
I turned, giving him yet another glare. "I don't know, but why in the hell are you in here?"
He was staring yet again, and while I found it degrading, part of my mind was all too happy that he was right there at that moment. Before I had a chance to say anything else, he kissed me.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~ Youji
He looked so… amazing just standing there in nothing but his pants, his hair totally a mess, and glaring. I couldn't help it. I kissed him before he said anything else to ruin the moment.
I wasn't really surprised when he pushed me off of him, and then punched me in the stomach. While it did hurt, I didn't really register the pain because my libido was starting overcome my sense of self-preservation.
"What the hell did you do that for, Kudou?" he tried to growl, but it came out as a whisper.
I had to think this over carefully, or I would soon be dead. To tell the truth, or to lie? Those were my options. I tried to unfog my mind and come up with something acceptable, but I couldn't find anything. So, I did the next best thing. I kissed him again, pining his wonderfully sculpted body against the mirror, my hands going around his waist.
At first, I felt him resisting, trying to push me away. I didn't give up, and finally, he relented, one of his hands going around my waist, the other finding its way into my hair. I moaned as my erection rubbed against his own. He reacted by yanking on my hair, lightly.
I snaked my tongue out to glide across his deliciously soft lips, seeking entrance to the mouth that I had been dreaming about for months. Slowly his lips parted, and I invaded that lovely mouth. He tasted of pizza, and yet there was an underlying taste that was undeniably different from anything else I had ever known.
I pulled away from him, dragging in mouthfuls of air. "Dear god, Ran." I looked at his face. His cheeks were flushed, lips kiss-bruised, hair still messy, skin sweaty, and yet, underneath it all, he was still scowling. I sighed, and awaited what he was going to do next.
What he DID do was not what I thought it would be.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~ Aya
After he kissed me the second time, I should have killed him, but I didn't. Instead, I gave into him, allowing him to touch me in ways I had only dreamed of before. Damn him, he had gotten under my skin that much. And my traitorous body was screaming for of his touch and kisses.
He pulled away from me, and whispered something that I didn't quite catch. I scowled, wondering what it could have possibly been, and why in the hell hadn't I heard him. He stood back and sighed. I knew he wasn't going to do anything, and my body was still yearning for his touch.
So, I took the initiative and kissed him, in the same fashion he had me. I pushed him bodily against the door of the changing room, devouring his talented mouth with my own. I forced my tongue past his velvety soft lips, tasting the pizza and soda he had had earlier, and something else that turned me on even more.
My hands took on a life of their own, traveling down his bared stomach. I quietly thanked him for wearing the sexy midriff. I had arrived at the fastening of his pants when there was a knock on the door I had shoved Youji against.
"Sir, is there something wrong?" The attendant. The silly woman who had stuck her nose in my argument with Youji.
"No, damn you. Go away," I snarled, moving away from a stunned, but happy looking, Youji. I growled in frustration. "I need to change, and there is hardly room enough for me to do so with you right there."
He blinked, his blond hair in the way of his green eyes. "Huh?" He shook his head. "You want me to leave?"
"I thought I had made that clear. I would like to get the hell out of this mall, and back home, where I can kill you in the privacy of my own house."
He smiled, turned, opened the door enough so that he could squeeze through, and shut it behind him. I watched him leave. K'so. I didn't want him to leave, but I really didn't want to have the attendant come back and ask us if everything was alright.
I placed my flushed face against the cool glass of the mirror, and took a few deep breaths. When my breathing had returned to normal, I changed into my own long forgotten clothes.
I slowly picked up the discarded clothing that I had "agreed" to getting, and threw them at Youji as I walked past him. I retrieved my bags from the attendant, and swiftly made my way towards the cash register. A few moments later, Youji came waltzing up near me, his stupid, cocky grin firmly planted across his face.
We paid for the clothes, an amazing ¥41,219. Again, Youji whipped out his credit card, giving the smuggest smile I had ever seen. And that was saying something, considering how he gets.
I took the 3 bags that were handed to me, walked out of the store, through the mall, out the door, down to where I thought Youji's jeep was parked, dumped the collection of now nine bags in the backseat, and sat down in the passenger seat. I was surprised to see that Kudou had not only not fought me on my hasty exit, but he had kept up with me, and was now climbing into the driver's seat.
He didn't look at me as he turned the jeep on, shifted into first gear, and sped out of the parking lot which now resembled something like a car lot. Youji did not turn on the radio again. He did not try to touch me. He didn't even speak. He just drove. I vaguely noticed that he was headed in the direction of the Koneko, not towards any of those specialty shops he was drooling over this morning.
Youji parked the jeep in its normal spot, still eerily quiet. I got out of the jeep, and grabbed all my bags out of the back. I was surprised when I turned around, and Youji was standing right there, hands out to take some of them. I handed him a few, and we both walked inside to the apartment over the shop. We kept walking until we reached the door to my room.
I opened it, my heart pounding in my chest once again. We were alone. Ken and Omi where downstairs in the shop. We were alone, in my room. Damn my hands where sweaty. I jumped at the sound of bags hitting the floor, and spun just in time to have Youji tackle me to the bed, making me drop my own bags in turn.
The last coherent thought that crossed my mind was that maybe this day wasn't quite as bad as I had made it out to be.
Fin.
