Disclaimer: Weiss isn't mine. Shocker, I know.

Heart's Truth

Chapter 2

Yohji sat at the bar, smoking his cigarette, trying not to look at the door every time it opened. Ever since he'd met Sai here two weeks ago he'd been coming back almost every other day, hoping to run into the alluring ebony-haired man. There was something in those green eyes that held his curiosity.

For the first time in a long time, he was grateful not to have nosy teammates around to question his habits. If any of them knew he was coming to a bar on such a regular basis in the hopes of meeting some guy he barely knew, they'd enroll him in AA and then stick him in therapy.

He let out a bitter chuckle as he thought of his former teammates. That was only the second time in his life that he felt like he belonged somewhere. The first time was by Atsuka's side. And now he found himself wishing to be a part of something again.

Sai.

Yohji looked at his watch and noted the late hour. There was no way Sai would be showing up so close to closing time. Time to go. He drained his glass, paid his tab and headed out, trying to bolster his confidence enough to never come back to the bar. But he knew, deep down, that he would be back. After all, cats were known for their incurable curiosity.

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Schuldig always knew when Yohji was at the bar. He could hear the man's thoughts as if he were sitting across from him and Yohji were telling him straight to his face. He tried not to intrude on his thoughts too much, listening in just enough to know that the former assassin was there, hoping to see him and questioning his own reasons.

He could relate to the man's confusion. He didn't know why he was drawn to Yohji either. He wasn't interested in the man professionally. Neither of them did what originally introduced them. From what he gathered about Yohji in the little research he'd done, the man had been set free from Weiss a few years ago and worked as a private investigator. And for his own part, Schuldig had quit Esset and had been looking over his shoulder ever since, moving from place to place, making sure to keep his whereabouts as invisible as possible.

Schuldig frowned as he realized he was willing to risk being discovered to see and talk with Yohji again. But why? He took a deep breath before walking into the bar. I guess there's only one way to find out….

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"Is this seat taken?"

The corner of Yohji's mouth pulled up slightly and that was all he did to acknowledge the question for a few quiet seconds. He didn't turn towards the voice. He simply gestured towards the empty stool and kept his gaze on the rows of bottles in front of him. Years of experience had taught him how to keep his emotions hidden. And right now, just by looking at him, you wouldn't know how elated and nervous he was to see the man sitting next to him.

Sai motioned to the bartender and a drink quickly materialized in front of him. He took a sip and wondered how to proceed. He didn't want Yohji to know how happy he was to be sitting next to him again. So he waited for the former assassin to make the first move.

After several moments of silence, Yohji figured it was up to him to say something. He got the impression Sai was waiting for him to make a move. So he's the strong, silent type, huh?

"So what brings you here?"

Schuldig smirked and took another sip. He thought of all manner of response to Yohji's question but nothing seemed appropriate. To hell with it. I'm too old to be playing these games. I'll just tell him the truth.

"You." Yohji's eyebrows rose in surprise and he turned towards Sai who turned his head enough to give him a smile. "I thought you might be hungry."

"Are you asking me out, Sai?"

"I guess I am."

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Halfway through dinner Yohji knew there was no way he was going to be able to let go of the young man sitting across from him. Not tonight anyway. He smiled as he watched Sai take a sip of wine. The conversation had been light, with nothing personal being shared between them, but it didn't seem to matter. The pair were completely comfortable with each other, even when neither had anything to say.

Schuldig returned the smile aimed at him, knowing they were probably both thinking the same thing. The only difference being that he was scared of how he was feeling right now, whereas Yohji seemed to be perfectly at ease.

When they reached Yohji's car, the lanky blonde leaned back against his car reaching out for Sai. He noticed that the man didn't object as he slipped his hands around his waist, pulling him to his body.

"I'm not ready to say goodbye yet. Come back to my place."

He nuzzled Sai's ear and he felt him shiver within his arms. He feels too warm to be cold so I must be doing something right. Yohji smiled into the black hair.

Schuldig could feel his body react to Yohji on its own accord. Why am I suddenly drawn to him? He never affected me like this in the past. What's changed? He closed his eyes and let his forehead come to rest on Yohji's shoulder.

"M-my place is closer."

Yohji pulled away and pushed Sai back so he could look into his eyes. Deep green gazed back at him and Yohji felt a jolt in his chest. He leaned in and kissed Sai, the other man's hands sliding up his arms and around his neck. They remained there in a stolen moment, both wondering how scared they should be that they seemed powerless to stop their attraction to the other.

Suddenly a car drove past, honking its horn as its passengers yelled and waved, encouraging the pair.

"Guess that's our cue. Get in."

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Yohji lay there, enjoying the feel of Sai's body on his, dreading the moment when the man would ask him to leave. He wasn't fooling himself. Dinner and great sex didn't mean he would be invited to stay for breakfast the next morning. He absently played with the ebony locks and stared up at the ceiling.

"Yohji?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you like French toast?"

Yohji smiled and kissed the top of Sai's head.

"Yes."

Sai moaned and snuggled in closer as Yohji closed his eyes and sighed in contentment before allowing himself to fall asleep.

Schuldig waited for Yohji to fall asleep before carefully reaching into the sleeping man's mind and ensuring the former assassin wouldn't wake up until Schuldig said so. He leaned up on his elbow and gazed down at the peaceful face, his fingertips ghosting over the slightly smiling lips. Sorry, Yohji, but the last thing I need is for you to wake up and find me sleeping next to you.

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Yohji woke up to the teasing aroma of breakfast. He stretched and groaned and eventually threw his legs out of the bed and stood up. He looked around at the bedroom to gain more insight into Sai. When they'd reached the apartment last night, he didn't have time to look around. Not that I cared. They'd barely turned on any lights. Sai guided Yohji to the bedroom and they remained there for the rest of the night.

The room didn't have much in the way of personality. A queen size bed, a chest of drawers and a fichus in the corner. The only thing that gave Yohji any clue to Sai's personality was the bed linens. They were very high quality. He'd guess a 600 thread count, probably Egyptian cotton. He has expensive taste.

Yohji found the bathroom attached to the bedroom and took a quick shower before heading out to the kitchen. There he found Sai flipping French toast and humming along to the radio. He looked over as Yohji entered the kitchen and smiled brightly.

"Good morning."

Yohji came up from behind and wrapped his arms around Sai's waist and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good morning. It smells wonderful."

"Tastes even better. The coffee is ready and if you like there's juice in the fridge. Help yourself."

"I already am."

Yohji kissed down Sai's neck and the cook tried to half-heartedly shake him off.

"Stop it. I'll burn myself."

"Then I'll kiss it and make it better."

Sai chuckled and shook his head.

"Incorrigible."

"Thank you."

Yohji let go and made his way to the coffee pot which already had two mugs sitting beside it. He stopped and considered the simple and unassuming picture. Why does this feel so good? I don't even know this guy. He poured himself a cup of steaming coffee and lifted it to his face, closing his eyes and inhaling the rich aroma. It scares me how much I want this. But am I just kidding myself? How far can this actually go?

The sound of someone clearing their throat broke Yohji's thoughts and he turned to see Sai sitting down at the table, a smile aimed up at him.

"Ready?"

Yohji returned the smile and approached the table.

"As I'll ever be."

To be continued…..