Youji Stubborn

Two

by Nix Winter

Disclaimer: Don't own WK. Wrote this on my phone. Did it for fun :) Hope you enjoy it.

How do you tell when you're falling in love? I knew Youji-kun was bisexual before Aya-kun had joined Weiss. After bisexual seemed way to weak. I've
never imagined someone chasing someone else the way Youji-kun went after Aya. I turned into an adult watching Youji-kun wait for Ayu-kun to notice him.

The problem was kinda that Aya-kun noticed just fine. He just didn't want Youji-kun.

I used to think that I'd stopped being a kid with the kidnapping. I didn't start being an adult until Youji-kun taped up my ribs up for me. Its not like I hadn't had my ribs kicked in before. I kill people for a living, right? I remember when I was a kid and Youji-kun told me stories all night while we were trapped in a flooded house. He could have gotten out, but I'd gotten bitten by a snake.

That's right. Hit men who wear shorts should wear really good boots. Youji-kun had gotten those boots for me too. Gods, Youji-kun looks like a god when he's shopping. I love how he forgets about being guilty or avoiding what peoplethink of him. I didn't think about it then, about how sunlight could makeYouji-kun's hair so beautiful.

It was later, after my ribs, after I realized the difference between being a kid and a man. A boy saw Youji-kun as a friend, a trusted partner. I'd been 21 and 5 days when I'd gotten those busted ribs, and shocked as all Hell when his fingers brushing over my bruised skin made me blush. It's so vivid, this memory. Calloused fingers, tenderly brushing over my belly like I was valuable, like I was something.

Have you ever been nothing for so long that your so surprised by the idea that maybe that's not true to someone. And I'm not a boy. My god. That touch went to the core of me and dropped the world straight and hard. Youji-kun was the most beautiful person in the world. He'd smiled at me then. Different. Small, fragile, and I knew he felt worthless too.

He's spent a lot of time at my desk since. He just sits there in the black leather wing chair, reading magazines and listening to music. I always thought Youji-kun did more active things. Maybe he does. Maybe I didn't notice all the time. I spend too much time thinking about my graduate studies and screwing over this asshole or another. I spend too much time thinking about how to put the man I love in danger.

He smiles like he could walk across his wire from purgatory straight to heaven and no one would say a thing, sometimes, but I know he's more fragile. And he's here with me, touching my face, and it's okay to lean in closer, to shiver in his arms as he pulls me even closer. He hasn't shaved and his stubble scratches my forehead as he rubs his cheek against my head, a soft purring sound coming from him. And I know... I just know every thing's okay, that it's okay to tell him now. "Will you kiss me, please?

"Omi!" Ken's voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I realize... I'm sleeping. "Get your mind out of the porn and what do you need 50,000 for? Why are you hacking money? What do we need it for?"

"Gonna take Youji-kun shopping when he gets back."

Ken paused, anger and denial mixing it up in his expression. "You are looking for the people trying to blow up this city too? Youji wouldn't have wanted the mission to fail."

"I'm going to find them both."

I am. Then I'm going to take Youji-kun shopping.