Chapter 27
Aya hated this. It was driving him crazy. Yohji had warned him about a guy in a car with purple hair that had been skulking about.
He washed the dishes carefully, making sure to get every drop of evidence of dinner off the plates. Really, I'm not their mother. They need to learn to clean up after themselves!
"We should get a dishwasher," Yohji pointed out. Aya glared at him. Was he really that lazy?
The second Aya had turned his head something skidded by his head, scratching his cheek hard enough to make it bleed. A bullet had swooshed through the window screen.
Aya didn't take any time to think, he dropped to the floor as the window smashed under the bullets.
"Aya! Are you okay!" Yohji ran to his side, the two of them huddled behind the counter.
"Those cowards used guns! Guns! What the hell? If they're so sure they can take you down they should've come at you face to face! Cowards!" Yohji was screaming.
Aya didn't answer. It bothered him. He could take someone on face to face, but from a distance there wasn't much his sword could do. He sure as hell didn't own a gun. He'd never had any need.
Aya reached up and fished through the silverware drawer and grabbed a large butcher knife.
There was dead silence for a minute before the phone rang.
Yohji made a dive for it and hit speaker phone, saving Aya the trouble of doing it himself.
Hey, Red. Almost got you that time. Don't worry. When it comes time we won't need a gun. But that doesn't mean we won't shoot you for shits and giggles.
"Cowards!" Aya hissed loud enough for the man to hear.
Now now, Abyssinian, you don't want me to get angry do you? I think you've had enough for right now.
The line went dead. Aya launched into action, running out the front door and looking around in the direction the bullets had come from.
A black car soared away down the road so fast that when it turned it nearly crashed into a pole.
It was so fast Aya didn't have time to read the full license plate, just an A at the beginning.
"I'm getting sick of this shit already!" Yohji shouted. Aya rolled his eyes. He was getting sick of it? Aya was the one targeted, not him!
Sure, Aya liked excitement in his life. Being able to hunt down evil beasts excited him. But being hunted? That was getting old fast!
Even Ken and Omi were on edge, even though he'd told them not to get involved. He'd gotten the answer he'd known he would get. 'We're more than just a team! We're family, and we take care of our own!'
They didn't get that it was what he was trying to do, take care of his own to keep them out of the line of fire!
There was no reason that the kids had to die. The enemy was sympathetic to the boys, so they would leave them alone. They would leave Yohji alone, too, if he would just back the hell off.
Aya had a feeling he was going to have to ditch the team for their own safety. It would be hard, though, with them all trying to stay by his side twenty four seven. He couldn't even practice out on the balcony, he'd be a prime target.
It was really pissing him off.
"Sorry, babe," Yohji placed a kiss on the side of his neck. Aya shivered. He was going to keep Yohji safe. He had to. Yohji didn't deserve this shit, not after he'd taken so much time to show Aya how loyal and loving he was.
"Did you catch the license plate?" Yohji asked. Aya didn't answer. Yohji would take the silence as it was meant to be.
Aya groaned out loud when he heard the police sirens.
"Shit!" Yohji was already grabbing the knife out of his hand and running inside to hide anything that could lead the police to anything involving Weiss.
Aya slowly walked back inside. His nerves were shot. He really didn't want to deal with the police right now.
Aya looked over at the phone and answering machine and pulled out the tape, just in case there were any messages pertaining to Weiss. Even if a message was deleted it would still be on tape.
Aya snapped the plastic in two and ripped out the inner parts, breaking everything including snapping the plastic parts that contained the actual words. He stuffed it all to the bottom of the garbage can.
He looked around at all the broken glass, noting that there was a stinging in his feet. He'd stepped in it. There were bits of glass stuck in his bare feet, leaving bloodied footprints as he made his way to a chair.
"For the love of…Damn it, Aya!" Yohji was kneeling in front of him as he lifted his foot up to look at the damage.
Yohji went to work pulling out the glass as carefully as he could.
"I swear to God, if it weren't for me taking care of you…" Yohji griped. Aya just snorted at that. On missions it was usually the other way around. Aya took care of the team. But Yohji had made it his self-appointed mission to take care of Aya outside of missions. Aya couldn't remember when that had started, but it had been long before they'd become a couple.
But then again Yohji had loved him longer than that, so it made sense. The only time Yohji hadn't really tried to take care of him was when that Neu bitch had tricked Yohji into taking care of her. Aya would never forgive that bitch for hurting Yohji. So maybe he'd had feelings for Yohji long before they'd gotten together, too.
Aya reached out and ran a hand through Yohji's hair, giving a small smile when Yohji looked up at him.
Yohji returned the smile, his entire face warming with it. Yohji was amazing when he smiled.
Aya knew what the knock at the door was. The police were here. Omi was there right away, greeting them with a 'thank god you're here! Someone shot through our window!' Omi was so good at the panicked little boy act.
The police were already outside looking around. One of them stayed inside to console him, like they always did. Omi kept the man busy, whimpering and giving the waterworks. Ken was there, too, shaking with 'fear'.
"In here," Yohji shouted when the police asked if there was anyone else in the house.
"Is he going to be okay?" The officer asked, coming toward Aya, who hadn't thought to cover his chest. All of his bandages and stitches were visible. Shit!
The officer looked suspicious as he looked Aya over.
"Is there someone who might want you dead?" he asked, still looking at Aya.
"No. He's accident prone, he was trying to install a tall mirror for a friend and it shattered on him. So he's covered in wounds, but those have nothing to do with this. We have no idea what's going on!" Yohji didn't have to put fake worry in his voice, Aya could tell the worry was very real.
"One minute he was doing dishes and the next thing we know he was shot at!" Aya was glad Yohji was doing all the talking, he didn't feel like it.
"Are you sure you don't know who's after you?" the officer asked. Yohji nudged at him. The longer he was silent the more the police were going to suspect something.
"Is he going into shock?" The officer asked, making a move to come toward him. Shit! He'd better say something!
"I don't know why someone would shoot at me. I work at a flower shop. Who wants to kill a florist?" It was the best he could come up with. The officer nodded.
