I still don't own Weiß, but maybe someday I shall… and I shall strive for that day to come!!!! ~evil laughter echoes through out the story~

Chapter 3

Yohji stumbled down the night-covered street in a drunken haze. The streetlights and moonlight the only guidance he had to use in finding his way back towards his home. He paused for a second, as blood shot eyes glanced around, hoping that he had finally reached his destination. Nothing seemed familiar to the young playboy, so he continued to stagger aimlessly in search of his home.

He walked on for a few more miles, before accidentally tripping over an uneven slab of concrete, which caused him to fall flat on his face. Groaning as he sat up, Yohji gingerly began to rub his face in an attempt to ease the pain that formed there. As he was rubbing his face, he began to mutter a string of curses and something along the lines of, "assassin sidewalks bent upon killing the poor drunk guy."

He shot the man made piece of slab his own poorly created version of Aya's glare of death, before pulling himself off the ground. Yohji glanced around wearily, to see if the "accursed sidewalk," as it was now officially dubbed by the brunette, had any more tricks left up its sleeve. Fully satisfied that there were no more traps laying in wait for him, he casted his gaze to the buildings that surrounded him.

As he looked around, his eyes landed on one particular building. Letting out a cry of joy for making it back alive and in a semi decent shape, Yohji quickly moved towards it. He was more than just a bit eager to get inside, tuck himself into his warm bed, and fall into a deep, peaceful, yet drunken slumber.

When he reached the front door to his home, his alcohol-induced mind came to a startling realization. The entire house stood dark and lacked the sounds of anyone stirring within it. Which can only mean one thing, he thought to himself. Everyone including the red haired angel is fast asleep.

Yohji grinned at the thought and made his way over to the window of the room Aya slept in.

He glanced through the window. A soft sigh escaped from his lips as he caught sight of Aya. The man whom he longed for, lie on his side his face looking towards the window. The shining moonlight cascaded through the opened curtains, giving Yohji a perfect view of the red head. Pink lips were parted slightly, a sign to the brunette that the object of his desire was in a deep sleep. One of his slender hands lay under his cheek, cupping it in a childlike fashion. His face was relaxed and looked almost peaceful in his current state of repose.

"So beautiful," Yohji said. A desperate longing filled his voice. "And so perfectly unattainable."

Yohji fumbled in his pockets in a desperate search for a lighter and a cigarette.

"Maybe that psycho, German telepath was right," he muttered darkly as he lit up the cigarette he had finally found.

Rancid smoke filled his lungs as he tried to inhale, causing him to choke. Pulling the cigarette out of his mouth, he held it up to his face to see why it had turned defective on him. Puzzled by the sight of the unlit end that held the tobacco, he turned it over and caught a glimpse of the filter. Half of the filter had been melted and was now a black, burnt, useless end. He threw the cigarette down in disgust.

"Mou! Why does this always have to happen to me?" Yohji whined out looking up at the night sky. The only reply he received was the twinkling stars. "And why are you laughing? None of this is funny!" He cried out to them, then stopped. "Ano, now what was I saying?"

He was confused to say the least. He scratched his head in a vain attempt to get his intoxicated mind to remember what he had been rambling about earlier. Not finding what he had been looking for, Yohji shrugged his shoulders and returned to watching the man who had claimed his heart. Smiling softly, he leaned against the side of the window. As he stood there, he began to remember how the night began. It had started out well for the playboy, that is, Yohji frowned, until the telepathic member of Schwarz had shown up at the club he usually went to.

~Flash back~

Dance music played loudly, loud enough to cause Yohji's whole body to shake each time the bass line dropped in it's deep beat. He sat in a dark corner of the club watching as the couples danced with each other on the dance floor. In his hand, he held a partially untouched glass containing his choice of death for the night, which so happened to be whiskey.

Oh, how he longed for it to be Aya and him out there with the rest of the couples, dancing and holding one another as the music played. He knew that it could only be what it was… a dream. Bitterness crept over him as he quickly drowned the now warm whiskey down his throat. He motioned to the waitress, who stood only a few feet away from where he sat, to bring him another shot before turning back to watching the dancing couples.

A flash of crimson caught his attention as the waitress made her way back to the table. Handing him his drink, she flashed him a sexy smile, only to have it fall into a pout when Yohji just murmured a thank you to her not even paying attention to her.

Keeping his eyes trained on the gleaming red hair, Yohji felt an instant of excitement pass through him, as he hoped that it would be Aya coming to the club in search of him. A sense of disappointment shot through him like a bullet when he saw that it was only Schuldich making his way through the crowd of people.

A silky smile played on the telepath's lips as he caught sight of Yohji and mentally brushed against the oldest member of Weiß's mind. The vivid mental imagery and thoughts cascading through the brunette's mind intrigued him greatly.

Well now it looks like the little kitten is in love with his stoic leader, Schuldich thought as he assessed the lanky man. Now isn't that sweet and a lot of fun for me. Looks like I don't have to be worried about being bored tonight. He smirked and watched as the man downed the glass he had.

Making his way over to the table where Yohji sat, he casually slid down into the seat facing the daydreaming man.

"Mind if I join you?" Schuldich asked.

"Yes I mind…" Yohji said as he narrowed his eyes at the lounging red head in front of him.

"That's just too bad then isn't it?" A smile played on his lips briefly. "What are you drinking?"

"…"

Schuldich signaled to the waitress, who he had saw waiting on the man earlier. As she was making her way back towards her customer's table, he turned his attention back to the male sitting across from him.

"Well? What are you drinking… I'm feeling generous tonight so I'll buy your drinks for you."

Yohji glared at the red head sitting in front of him, then replied, "Whiskey..."

"See now that wasn't too hard to say now was it, kitten, but why such a strong drink? Having women trouble?"

"Why should you care?" Yohji growled at the telepath.

"My, my... testy today aren't we? Oh, I know why.... you're upset that little Abyssinian didn't even take a glance so much your way today. Isn't that right?"

"Why don't you just leave," Yohji hissed out in anger. "I didn't invite you here, so why don't you just go back to what ever hell hole you crawled out of, and torment the people there..."

The waitress choose to make her appearance at that time, and set down the two glasses she had brought for the two males in front of Schuldich. He flashed her a toothy grin, then pushed one of the cups towards the brunette.

"Nah, I think I'll stay," he said as he picked up the cup full of brown liquid. "You're a lot more fun to be with right now than anyone else." He took the shot in one gulp then handed it back to the waitress, so she could get him another.

Yohji ignored the comment and drank his drink. He was already feeling the effects of the previous ones he had before as the tingling intensified. Thoughts for the brunette soon became unclear as the alcohol made its way into his system a bit faster than the others.

Schuldich grinned as he recognized the effects the alcohol was taking on the man. He sent a mental nudge to Yohji's mind, increasing the liquor's hold over the assassin.

"So, why is it that you're upset about the snow man, Balinese?" the German asked.

"Why do you care?" Yohji said there was a slight slur to his voice as he said this.

Schuldich shrugged, "Never said I did... I just want to have some fun... and guess what kitten. You're my fun for tonight."

"... The day hell freezes over, is the day that I'll allow you to do anything to me... German."

"Oh really now? Would you rather it be... lets say Aya? Need I tell you that you're nothing to that man... nor do you mean anything to him. You're just an annoyance to him. A mere fly, that's buzzing around, one that he would soon rather swat then allow to be near him." Schuldich glared at Yohji. "Now me... I could give you everything you ever wanted."

He leaned over and brushed his lips lightly against Yohji's. Delight filled him as he felt the brunette relax into the kiss and started to respond.

As Yohji relaxed into the kiss his alcohol fogged mind cleared up a little, making him realize just what was happening to him. He stiffened in alarm and pulled back from the telepath.

"What the hell are you doing Schuldich," Yohji yelped. "I told you to leave me alone!" He moved as far away from the red haired telepath as he could.

Schuldich just leaned back and gave his trademark smirk to the young assassin. "Like I said earlier... I'm having fun."

Yohji growled at the older man as he got up from the table. Looking over at him, he said, "I neither want nor need your fun, Schuldich. Go to hell…" With that said he walked away from the table and out of the club into the almost dead of night.

~End Flashback~

Yohji closed his eyes in a vain attempt to squeeze the memory of what happened from his mind. He sighed as he opened them once again to look at the sleeping form of Aya. If Schuldich is right with what he says… I don't know what I'm going to do… Yohji thought as bitterness rose up within him. Then again, why should I believe that freaky gaijin anyway? It's not as if his opinion matters to me. Well, I guess I need to go to sleep now… since I traded the morning shift with Ken.

With one last look towards the crimson haired man, he turned around and walked off.

A pair of violet eyes watched as the brunette turned his back on him and left the window. A gentle breeze floated through the opened window, ruffling red hair as his eyes showed confusion as to why the older man would be there sitting at his window watching him for god only knows how long. Saying nothing, he turned over, letting the problem rest until daylight when he could confront the man at a more opportune time and fell back into his peaceful sleep.

Author's notes: ~laughter continues~

Brad: ~sweat drops~ You can stop laughing now the chapter is over with…

~looks around~ Oh… it is… um… well hey everyone! ~rubs head~ sorry for that guys… I got a little carried away with laughing… Well now here it is I FINALLY finished this chapter ^___^ aren't you guys so proud of me? I do have a couple of things that I do wish to say… That's thank you for the reviews… and ~gets on hands and knees~ DON'T KILL ME SARDIUS!!! Just give this fic time ^_^ I swear I know what I'm going to do with it and you might like the ending.

Brad: Now that is pathetic…

~looks at Brad~ Hey! You would do the same thing to when faced with a katana…

Brad: No I wouldn't actually I'd give a decent fight since I can predict their moves.

~sweat drops~ Yeah… anyway um like I said before please don't kill me yet Sardius. Anyway, remember guys review if you like it, hate it, wish me to just stop ^_^ or if you see anything wrong within the fic that needs to be changed… ~looks at the Yohji/Ran fans out there~ I don't mean plot wise either ^_^. Thank you and JA!