I don't own the series Weiß Kreuz. Takehito, Koyasu owns it. The story idea, however, is mine so please don't go ripping it off from me. I'll be very upset and be forced to use violent measures of the utmost extreme to exact my revenge.

Note: Italics in this story are used to denote mental thought or mental screwing around… which ever comes first –snickers-.

Chapter 10

Yohji stared at the man in front of him. "Aya! What are you doing here? Is Ken alright? Why are you dressed like that?" The last was asked as Yohji took in what the red head's outfit was.

It was almost like and outfit out of those places where they reenacted the middle ages or the renaissance times, except for the fact that it had a more modern tone to it. He wore a white tunic made of the finest white silk and tight black pants that seemed to be hugging his lower body.

It was almost too much for him. He had very nearly swallowed his tongue from the sudden flash of desire that traveled down his body with just one look at Aya's outfit.

Yohji shook himself mentally. Come on Yotan, snap out of it. There must be a reason as to why he's here and Kami-sama knows that it isn't to be jumped by you for a quickie.

Aya just stood there for a moment smiling as he watched Yohji. It was almost as if he could hear the internal struggle going on and he enjoyed it. He moved closer to the brunet and sat down on the stool next to him. "To answer you're questions… he's fine at the moment, asleep actually and Omi will take care of him if he needs something. I'm dressed like this because I wanted to and I'm here because it's later and time for us to talk."

"Ahh… to talk? Here? In the club?"

"In a club, outside of a club, it doesn't matter where it happens just as long as we talk. I am getting tired of waiting, Yohji."

"Oh… Ok, I guess we could talk now."

Aya glanced around the club and made a painful grimace. In that moment it was obvious to Yohji that he still didn't like clubs and had come here only for him. The idea that he had come here just for him, even if it was to talk had caused more lust to flash through Yohji's body. "Actually, lets go somewhere else, shall we? It's becoming too nosy in here for my taste."

"Sure. Where to then?" Yohji asked.

"A few days ago I found a little café when I was coming home, why don't we go there? Don't worry they'll still be open at this time and it would give us enough peace and quiet to talk." Aya stated when a look of indecision crossed Yohji's face. "Come on." He stood up and held out his hand for Yohji to take which was accepted with only a little more hesitation.

Soon they were standing outside of the club looking around.

"So, how are we getting there?" Yohji asked. He was still holding on to Aya's hand and wasn't about to let go. He was afraid; afraid that if he did the man standing beside him might vanish just as he had in his dream. He knew it was a stupid thought and would never possibly happen in the waking world but to him the dream had seemed just as real, from the warmth of his hand straight down to the calluses on his palms, or at least it had been up to the point of Aya disappearing.

"We'll have to take your car if you don't mind. I left mine at home."

"Why'd you do that?" Yohji asked looking at Aya.

"Bring my Porsche here? To a place like this? No, god only knows who might try to take it, or better yet who knows how many people might mistake my shiny white car for the shiny white porcelain god they'll have to use soon enough." He said with a shrug of his shoulders.

After Aya had said that a small laugh escaped from Yohji's lips. "That figures, fine we'll take mine." He pulled the red head to his car. "You'll have to tell me where it is, or course."

It was with a little reluctance that Yohji let go of Aya's hand, but it was necessary for them to do so or they both would have had trouble getting into the car not to mention how hard it would be to drive his little manual seven with only one hand. Besides, Yohji thought to himself, if I keep a hold of Aya's hand he might think I'm odd.

Yohji he already thinks you're odd, his conscious interjected at that point. Might I remind you of everything that has happened? I think I will. He's already caught you watching him like some perverted peeping Tom at night, and then you'd act like a scared rabbit every time he would come within ten feet of you. Face it you're odd in his opinion.

Would you shut up already, you're not helping me at all and I'm not odd. He half growled mentally.

You'd never prove it by me. I mean hell you don't need papers to prove that you're not right. You are arguing with me yet again. Oh by the way you're little lover boy is trying to get your attention so wipe that stupid look off your face.

"Yohji? … Yohji… earth to Yohji come in Kudoh." Aya waved his hand in front of the brunet's face trying to get his attention.

He was on the verge of shaking the man out of his stupor when Yohji turned his head and looked at him. "Nani?"

"Are we going to sit in your car all night or are we going to leave?"

"Oh yeah… I was just about to start the car up."

"Are you alright, Yohji?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." With that he started up the car and was soon driving down the road to ease to the café.

Pretty soon they were at the building and parked.

"We're here," he announced, turning off his car. "Are you sure this place is open?" He asked, getting out of the car and looking around.

The place seemed empty almost deserted. There were no cars around and the lights see around the building were dim. "It looks closed to me." He said.

"Of course it's open, Kudoh," Aya said grabbing him by the arm and dragging him inside.

As they were about to go inside Yohji stopped him. "Wait a minute, isn't this one of those places where those… oh what do you call them… beatniks come to, to read their shitty poetry?"

"Kind of…"

"Oh hell no Aya, there is no way in hell we're going to stay here. I'm not going to listen to some wannabe Jack Frost spout off some stupid poem that the extent of it is 'I lost my lover now I'm going to shoot myself because of it' but only in rhyme." He moved to pull away from him and head back to his car.

"It's Robert Frost, Kudoh and no we're not going to do that. They have private rooms in here. Plus we missed the poetry hour anyway."

"Oh well if that's the case then good." He started to follow Aya once more into the building.

In only a few moments they were inside the café and sitting in a tiny little room were a waitress immediately came and took their drink orders.

As they were waiting for the young woman to return, Yohji kept his gaze from falling on the red head sitting across from him. "Interesting little joint his is." He remarked as his eyes rested on a shelf holding nothing but boxes of games. "This is a café?"

"I called it a café? Sorry, it's more of a coffee shop but then again a café is just a more sophisticated version of a place like this." He answered. "Anyway, we're not here to talk about that. It's time for you to come clean. What's up with you Kudoh… more precisely what was that German bastard talking about in the hospital?"

"That's easy to explain…"

"Then do so."

Yohji looked at Aya for a moment, thinking on how he was going to tell the young man in front of him that he desired him. He continued to stare at him until the waitress came in with the drinks then left.

As soon as she was out the door, Yohji took a deep breath and began telling Aya the truth.

"I don't know exactly when this came about, but a little while ago, I started to see you in a different light. One that went beyond being a coworker and a teammate. I think at first that I believed it to be just a stupid lust thing. Hell I thought I was going wacko. I mean, yeah, you're kind of on the feminine side but hell I know we're both men and carry around our nice little packages."

"Just what are you getting at, Kudoh."

"Calm down a bit Aya, please, just follow me on this, will you?"

"Fine, go on."

Yohji nodded and continued. "Anyway, like I was saying; we're both men so there was no way in hell that I could be gay. I'm still probably not since I can get it on with a woman, but the fact is, I slowly began to realize that I wanted you for my very own, possibly even love you. That's the bottom line of it."

Aya raised an eyebrow at Yohji's words. "I figured that much of it out from Schuldich."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that."

"What I mean is, why were you watching me at night as I slept? Do you get some type of sick fantasies while you're there watching me?"

"Iie! Never! I might be sick but I'm not that sick! That's just disgusting, man, I wait until I get to my room for that!" Yohji's eye widened in mortification as he said that. "Uhm… I … uh… I mean."

"Right…"

"Look Aya, I don't know why I would watching you as you slept. Most of the time I was shit faced drunk when I'd do it. So, go ahead and kill me or something."

"Not yet. I want to know why Schuldich is acting like he is."

"Why worry about him?"

"Because, Kudoh, whatever the deal is, it's affecting this team and it was because of him that Ken was taken down like he was."

A small sigh escaped from Yohji's lips. "I see this is because of Ken… Don't worry Aya. I'll take care of Schuldich. He's just jealous that I only want one person and it's obviously not him." He stood up as he said those words. "I'll go now so you can get back to Ken."

"We're not finished yet."
"We are in my book."

"Sit, we're not."

"Fine," he sat back down.

"You think Ken and I are lovers don't you?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"It looks that way to me."

"We're not."

"Then what are you?"

"Friends actually."

Yohji blinked in surprise. "You have friends?"

Aya looked at him blankly. "Yes, I do."

"Shocking…"

"Anyway, one more question. Why do you want me?"

Yohji took his time to think the answer through. "Honestly? I think I love you, no, I do. Now if you asked me why I love you… I have no clue. Does a person really need a reason to love another? It is after all just a feeling… one that is hard to define as well."

"I see," Aya murmured softly. "That's why."

"Nani, Aya?" Did you say something?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking out loud."

"Ahh, I guess we're done talking now aren't we?"

"Mhm," Aya said not really paying attention to the man across from him.

"Well, thanks for the coffee." Yohji stood up yet again.

"No we aren't." Aya looked over at him and grabbed him by the arm pulling him down.

"What else is there? Do you want me to go into full detail of what happened in my fantasies of us?"

"Maybe later. We need to figure out what we're going to do."

"I already know what I'm going to do. I'm going back to the club, get smashed, then come home and hopefully pass out on my …"

Bed was going to be the next word out of Yohji's mouth but was instantly stopped by the feel of soft lips pressing against his own.

Oh my god, he thought as he felt Aya trying to deepen the kiss. This cannot be real.

It was real but too soon for Yohji's own liking the two broke apart breathless.

"You're such a defeatist." Aya said panting slightly. A look of amusement played on his over his face. "Next time let me finish speaking before you go off on a pessimistic streak."

Yohji could only nod in agreement, but then slowly the message of it all became clear to him. "You mean… you're not going to kill me?"

"Does it look like I am?" When Yohji shook his head no, Aya gave him another small smile. "Let's go home so we can talk about this in a more… personal environment."

With that the two men paid for their drinks and left the little coffee shop to return to their home.

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Beads of water dripped down Schuldich's body as he stepped out of the shower and into the steam filled bathroom. He wore a self-satisfied grin on his face while he toweled his body dry. So far, the plan was working out perfectly and it wasn't that hard to do either. He purred softly, wiping the fog off the mirror and smirked at the sight of his damp reflection. What a wonderful knight in shining armor I am. He thought to himself for a moment before leaving the bathroom and going back to the bed he had just been in thirty minutes before.

Author's Notes: I can't believe I did this in only three days…

Schu: I'm evil I am evil!

Hn… Ignore Schu he's just like the kitten that got the cream right now.

Schu: I am evil though!

Yes we know you are now hush… If you enjoyed this chapter go ahead and review… if not… oh well easy come easy go.