Author's notes: Well, here I am with yet another chapter. Sorry, but it's kind of short this time. I would've made it longer, but I think I ended the chapter at a good spot. This is probably the fastest I've ever updated. XD Enjoy the shenanigans.
Secret Admirer- Chapter 3
'Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck. A thousands fucks. No, a million fucks. Fuck that carrot-headed jerk, and fuck his teammates, and his mother, and his dog and just fuck everything about him.'
Aya trudged up the stairs, grumbling under his breath, swears streaming through his mind. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so unhappy. Well, actually he could. He probably got like this everyday, maybe more than once. Either way, he was still pissed.
The man stormed into his room and dug around in his dresser drawers, looking for a pair of pajamas. He settled on a t-shirt a bit too small for him and a pair of yellow cut-off sweatpants Yohji had gotten him from Victoria's Secret as a joke. Even though they were girl pants, Aya wore them anyways for being so damn comfy.
He gathered his clothes and walked over to the bathroom, ready for a nice, hot bath. He needed to relax somehow before he developed an ulcer. The door, however, was closed.
Aya sighed exasperatedly and knocked on the door. There was no answer. He did hear slight panting and what sounding like clothes rustling. Aya frowned and knocked again.
"Hello? Can I get in please?"
"J-just a minute Aya!" Omi called back. "O-oh…"
Aya growled and leaned against the door. He needed a bath badly. Maybe if he didn't go back to his room, Omi would hurry the hell up.
After a few moments, Aya heard a kissing sound, then the bathroom window open and close. Omi opened the door shortly after.
"Hi Aya, sorry I took so long," Omi chirped. The boy's honey blonde hair was mussed up, and his fat little cheeks were flushed. Aya raised an eyebrow as the boy scampered away. "I'm going to a friend's house!" He called out.
"God damn kids…" Aya muttered as he walked into the bathroom. He closed and locked the door behind him.
Aya approached the bathtub and leaned down to set the water to steaming hot. Nothing short of scalding could relax the tension in his over-worked muscles. As the bath filled, Aya began to undress. His tugged his orange turtle-neck up over his head and folded it neatly, placing it in the clothes hamper. Next, he unbuckled his belt and un-tucked the simple white tank-top he wore underneath his first shirt. He tossed it to the floor, and then pulled down his denim jeans. He stayed in his boxer shorts for a moment, checking on the progress of the water filling the bathtub, and then tugged those down as well.
Aya looked at himself in the mirror. He was skinny, maybe a little too skinny, and pale as a ghost. He couldn't understand why Schuldig was attracted to him. Aya looked at his nipples. They were youthfully pink and unnaturally girlish. Aya sighed, and then stepped into the steaming water in the bathtub.
As he lowered himself down, Aya could feel himself relaxing already. The taut muscles of his calves loosened, and the redhead sighed contently. He lied down, water up to his chin. His toes stuck out of the water on the other side of the bath. He wiggled them around. For some reason, he felt like painting them. Maybe he'd do that when he got out and dried off. Aya closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He was exhausted, mentally and physically. He couldn't stop thinking about Schuldig and his over-friendly hands.
'Why? Why me?' Aya thought morosely, although some part of his mind was oddly happy. He was practically starved for affection, and now someone was finally giving him some. It made butterflies flutter around in his stomach, and his heart tingle. Aya snorted. Love? These feelings were more likely to be the first symptoms of a heart attack. He wiggled his toes around and sighed. He was perfectly healthy. There was no reason he'd just drop dead of a heart attack, no matter how bad he wanted to.
Aya was startled out of his morbid thoughts as someone knocked on the bathroom door.
"Hey, Aya."
It was Yohji.
"What do you want?" Aya snapped.
"Er, someone left you a note. I'll just slide it under the door."
Aya heard the paper rustle, and then Yohji walk away from that bathroom. The redhead groaned and managed to drag himself out of the bathtub. He walked toward the door and picked up the note.
"Don't be afraid of your feelings, Kitten…
I won't hurt you…
You have my word…
I love you…
-Your Secret Admirer..."
Aya's cheeks heated as he read the note. There it was. That word again. The 'L' word. He swallowed hard and set the small piece of paper on the sink, then crawled back into the bathtub. Schuldig loved him? He couldn't believe it, it just wasn't true. Schuldig was just trying to play with his mind like he did everybody else's. He was nothing more than a play toy to this man. He would convince Aya he loved him, and then break his heart into a million pieces.
Aya's amethyst eyes stung with the threat of tears. He tried to hold it back, but they came eventually. Aya was never strong enough to hold back the urge to cry, no matter what he told his teammates.
"S-Schuldig…"
Yohji had been leaning against the wall just outside the room the entire time. He heard Aya read the note, and then begin to cry. Sure, him and Aya fought a lot, but God damn it that was his teammate. They stuck up for each other. He couldn't let Aya's pain go without consequences. If Schuldig was the one responsible for it, then Schuldig would pay the price.