Author's notes: Omg! Next chapter! We're gonna veer away from Aya for a little bit folks. He's too busy being depressed to be the center of attention right now. Give him some time to recover, GOD!! Anyways, enjoy this new chapter. It's a little longer to make up for the last one.
Secret Admirer- Chapter 4
Yohji walked briskly with his hands in his pockets. He was headed to Schwarz's flat. The rival teams pretended that they didn't know where each other lived, but Yohji thought this was a serious matter. His friend was hurting, and hurting bad. Yohji just wouldn't stand for it. Sure, Aya could be cold and aggressive sometimes, but his heart was in the right place. He didn't deserve to have his finally warming heart frozen all over again. Aya had been through a lot. Although you wouldn't know it, Aya always came to him when he needed to talk. Yohji knew all of the redhead's secrets. He was the first person he came out to, and the only person he's told about his abusive childhood. Yohji sighed and looked up at the cloudy gray sky, still walking. Was it wrong of him to care so much for Aya? Sometimes he wished they were more than just friends and teammates. Aya could be very caring when he wanted to. His baby sister was living proof that he would kill to help someone in need.
The honey blonde reached the flat and walked through the entry doors. He strolled over to the elevator and pressed the 'up' button. Leaning against the wall, he waited. Aya managed to crawl back into his thoughts, with his cherry red hair and his orchid eyes. The man was gorgeous, there was no denying that. Yohji couldn't understand why Aya was so self-conscious. He remembered long ago when Aya had first arrived…
Yohji yawned as he walked into the flower shop. They were supposed to have a new team member today, but Yohji had been out all day and most of the night. Oh well, he could meet him in the morning. No big deal. The emerald eyed man trudged upstairs and headed into his bedroom, digging around for some clean pajamas. He needed a shower, and badly. He smelt of sweat and sex and perfume. He'd had a hot date with a lovely young lady he'd met at a bar. As he walked to the bathroom, Yohji let his thoughts wander back to the girl. A timid little brunette with deliciously pale skin. She was obviously foreign. English perhaps? Yohji licked his lips as he remembered the way the girl had writhed underneath him, whimpering and mewling…Yohji flung open the bathroom door and looked up. A man was standing there. A naked man. A beautiful, naked man. The said man was staring at Yohji in horror, a red flush slowly spreading across his face and darkening his ears. Yohji stood there, just as surprised, and stared at the stranger. A few moments of awkward silence passed before Yohji noticed the embarrassed tears welling up in amethyst eyes. He quickly turned away and shut the door.
"Er, sorry about that…"
Yohji was greeted with silence. He waited outside the door for a few minutes, and then the stranger emerged. Yohji looked at him curiously. The man was still red in the face, and looking down at the ground. Was this his new teammate?
"Uh, I'm Yohji…"He said, extending a hand for him to shake.
The pale man gingerly took his hand and gave it a weak little shake. Yohji noticed how soft his skin was. Like a baby's.
"...my name's Aya…" He said, his voice just above a whisper.
Yohji smiled. "That's a pretty name."
Aya just nodded and stood there like an awkward teenager, all long limbs and skinny frame. He shuffled his feet a bit.
"So you're our new teammate?"
Aya nodded again. "Yes…"
"If it's okay with you, can I ask why you joined? You don't really seem like the type…"
The lovely redhead looked up at Yohji with startling amethyst eyes. "My little sister is…very sick...and I need the money to pay for her hospital bills." And with that his gaze returned back to the floor.
"How admirable," Yohji said, still smiling. "Well…I guess I'll let you go. We can talk more tomorrow.
Before Yohji could say anything else, Aya scurried down the hallway and into the room that was prepared for him. Yohji chuckled and walked into his own room, thinking about how beautiful the man was. Maybe he'd ask him out or something. He'd bet money Aya had the tightest little—
"Are you coming in the elevator or not?" A soft voice asked.
Yohji jumped and looked up. The elevator had arrived, and the youngest member of Schwarz was waiting inside. He was looking at Yohji curiously. "I kinda figured you were here for one of us. Is it Schu?"
Yohji blinked, then nodded and stepped into the elevator. Nagi pressed the button for the top floor. Yohji leaned against the back wall of the elevator next to the boy.
"Yeah, I'm here for Schu."
"Well, he's not here right now. You'll have to wait."
Yohji grimaced of the thought of having to stay more than five seconds in the company of Berserker or Oracle.
"Don't worry," Nagi said. "Farfarello isn't here right now and Crawford's in a good mood."
"Farfarello? Crawford? Is that Berserker and Oracle?"
Nagi blinked, and then blushed a bit as he realized he gave away the names of his teammates. "U-uh, yes."
Yohji nodded and looked over at Nagi. The boy wasn't as bad as he'd heard of. He was practically a child. He had big blue eyes and soft brown hair, and was only about five foot two.
"So what's your name?"
"Nagi-I mean Prodigy."
Yohji chuckled. He decided he rather like the boy. He wasn't an asshole, a psycho, or obnoxious like the other members. He was just a young boy still in the awkward stages of puberty. Who knew? Maybe Yohji could be his mentor or something.
The elevator dinged as they reached the top floor. Nagi scuttled out and led Yohji over to the door of their flat. He opened the door and walked inside, Yohji following not far behind.
"Would you like a drink or anything?" Nagi asked, the perfect little host.
"You got a beer? I'm going to need something in me to deal with MasterAss or whatever his name is."
Nagi rolled his eyes and grabbed a bottle of stout beer, Farfarello's, from the fridge. He handed it to Yohji, who popped the cap off and drank half of it in a few gulps. Yohji looked around the flat. It was nice, and actually very tidy. Over in the living room, he could see Crawford staring at him with a face of utter unamusement. Yohji gave him a wink, and Crawford scowled and went back to reading his book. He looked back at Nagi, who was now nibbling on a large cookie. Yohji snarfed his beer and struggled not to choke with laughter. The boy looked too adorable.
"What?" Nagi asked innocently.
"N-nothing, it's nothing."
Nagi blinked, and then took a good sized munch out of the sweet treat. He glanced over at Crawford and could sense the muscular man's increasing unease. His knuckles were white as he gripped his book. Nagi wondered what could be wrong.
"Crawford, are you ok-"
"I'm fine," Crawford snapped.
Nagi pursed his lips and frowned. He hated being interrupted. He kept observing the man, and noticed that behind his glasses, his amber eyes were a bit glazed over. It appeared that Crawford was having a vision. Nagi thought it was an odd time to have one. They weren't doing anything important, and they had no missions coming up soon. He just guessed that it had something to do with Yohji and Schuldig.
Crawford set down his book, stood up, and strolled into the kitchen, placing the coffee mug he had into the sink. He cleared his throat.
"Balinese," He said, an unorthodox greeting.
"Uh, Oracle."
"I trust your teammates are well?"
"…um, yes. They're fine."
"And Siberian? I foresaw that he's going to have a little accident during soccer practice with his students."
"Well, er, it hasn't happened yet, but I'll be sure to warn him."
"Mmn."
And with that Crawford walked away down the hall. Yohji stared at his back, perturbed. It was rather odd of him to ask whether or not Ken was okay. What did it matter to him?
Before Yohji thoughts could wander any further, he heard the door to the flat open. A harsh, raspy voice chuckled and whispered something. It didn't sound like Schuldig, so there could only be one other person the voice belonged to.
"Come along now, love," Farfarello said to someone as he came into sight. He spotted Yohji and stopped in his tracks. The golden eyed man pursed his lips and narrowed his good eye at Yohji. "On second thought, I'll take 'ye to the zoo instead. Let's go laddie."
Yohji heard a soft squeak as Farfarello slung someone over his shoulder. He couldn't see the boy's face, but he saw two skinny little legs clad in cargo shorts, and a pair a red hi-tops. The door shut and the pair was gone. Yohji shrugged, then heard some voracious laughter come from the hall.
"Ah, Farfie my boy! You snagged a cute one didn't you?" A loud, obnoxious voice called out. Farfarello rasped something in response, the cute one giggled, and then the front door opened once again. Schuldig strolled into the kitchen, not seeming to notice Yohji. He was holding a bouquet of roses.
"Oy, Naggles, I need you to deliver these to someone. Don't tell him from who."
Nagi gave Schuldig a look and jerked his neck to the side, gesturing at Yohji.
"What's the matter? You got a kink in your neck or something?" Schuldig said, glancing over in Yohji's direction. He blinked, startled. "What's this all about now? What're you doing here?"
Yohji stood up, his emerald eyes narrowed in anger. His hands reflexively balled into fists. "You dirt bag," he snapped.
Schuldig set the flowers on the counter and put his hands up in mock surrender. "What? What did I do?"
Yohji stalked over to him and grabbed him by the collar of his horrid green jacket. "You know exactly what you did!"
Schuldig sneered at him. "If I already know then I wouldn't have asked, would I?"
Yohji growled and shook with anger. It took all his willpower not to knock this man out. "I believe you owe someone an apology," he hissed, shaking Schuldig a bit.
Schuldig growled and violently shoved Yohji backwards. However, Yohji was right back on top of him, and soon they were throwing punches at each other. The two wrestled on the floor or a few moments, before they both had the wind knocked out of them by an invisible force. Instantly they were both thrown against the wall, pinned. Schuldig snarled and tried to tear at the force with his hand, screaming and swearing in a language either Yohji or Nagi understood.
"Dreckig schlampe!" He screeched.
Yohji was gasping for air. The invisible weight was pressing into his stomach. He felt the pressure lighten, and breathed in a great whoop of air. Nagi was standing in between the two, eyes red and glaring viciously.
"You vile dogs, there is no reason to instigate any physical aggression," he seethed.
Schuldig instantly went quiet. He knew the kind of damage this boy could inflict when he was affronted. Yohji held his tongue as well. Nagi gave the two a stern look.
"Can I let you down, or are you going to act like a bunch of uncivilized apes again?"
The pair stayed silent, and Nagi let go of his hold. They slumped to the ground. Schuldig stood up warily, while Yohji stayed in his defensive position on the floor. Nagi crossed his slim arms.
"Now explain."
Yohji finally stood up and glowered at Schuldig. "The asshole hurt my friend very badly."
Schuldig snorted. "What the hell are you talking about? I don't associate myself with your friends," he snapped, making quotation marks in the air with his fingers as he said the word 'friends'.
The muscles in Yohji's hand flexed, craving to hit something. "Is that why Aya's crying all alone after reading your little love note?"
Schuldig glared, but stayed silent. Nagi looked at Schuldig, giving him a menacing stare. "Care to go into detail?"
Schuldig shuffled his feet a bit, and looked away, frowning in a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "So what if I've been flirting with Aya? That doesn't mean I meant to hurt his feelings."
"He thinks you're just fucking with his emotions like you do everyone else's."
Schuldig glared, offended. "That's not true. I would never hurt him on purpose."
"Well maybe you should tell him that instead of me."
Schuldig looked down, his mind fraught with emotions he'd never felt before. Embarrassment, sorrow, guilt. He internally chuckled at that last one. The guilty one was finally feeling guilty.
"I…I guess…"Schuldig mumbled. He turned his head to the side, avoiding eye contact with both Yohji and Nagi, and stood up straight. "Tell Bradley I'll be back later." And with that he walked away from them and left the flat, pondering what he would say to Aya when he came face to face with him.
To be continued…
Btw, the German words Schu said earlier mean 'dirty slut'. Take that one home with you, kiddies.