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Category:
Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,474
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Weiß Kreuz, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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AN: And finally we get to part three... I should really start calling them parts instead of chapters. Anyways, as i\'m posting this as i go, comments on characterisation, plot, and so for are extremely welcome.
-=|3|=-
Yohji studied Aya from behind as he (Aya) watered the display plants. He fidgeted, wanting a smoke, wanting even more to be a little closer to Aya. He just might have gotten away with the former if Omi hadn’t been watching him so closely. The kid had eyes like a hawk . . .
“-ji-kun? Yohji-kun ” Omi’s voice broke through Yohji’s thought’s like a sledge hammer. A cute, blonde, wide-eyed sledge hammer. There was something wrong with that thought, he mused, turning to Omi, raising a questioning brow.
“...Yeah?”
Omi frowned, the expression more cute than irritated. “Are you going to do anything? You could help with the arrangements. There are three due for pick up in an hour. Or-“
“Yeah, kid. Sure . . . I’ll get right to it. But first,” –Yohji waved a dismissive hand– “I’m gonna take a smoke break.” With that, he made his way quickly to the front door, a cigarette in his mouth before he’d gotten out the door. Yohji leaned against the display closest to Aya and lit his cigarette, eyes lowering as he took the first drag.
\"Just outta curiosity, how long are you gonna stand out here watering the sidewalk?” Yohji’s tone was amiable, but there was something of challenge in his eyes.
Aya didn’t answer. He didn’t even turn to look at Yohji. Just when it seemed Aya had successfully turned himself into a human sprinkler system, he turn off the hose and, back still facing Yohji, said, “What do you want, Yohji?” He sounded tired.
“What makes you think I want anything?” Yohji asked. There was a trace of laughter in his voice.
Aya turned around, eyes narrowed. “When don’t you?”
That might’ve stung if Yohji hadn’t been expecting it. In fact, it did sting a little, but he shrugged it off and grinned. “You say the sweetest things, baby . . . ”
Aya stiffened visibly at the pet name, and frowned. “Leave me alone,”
It occurred to Yohji just then that something wasn’t quite right. Aya had his moods. He could make manic-depressives look positively balanced, but . . .
“Fine, if you won’t go, I will,” Aya said, voice dangerously low. He dropped the hose and stormed off, slamming the front door behind him.
Yohji winced at the almost violent jingling of the bells on the front door as it was slammed.
Well, he thought, fuck.
-=|3|=-
Yohji studied Aya from behind as he (Aya) watered the display plants. He fidgeted, wanting a smoke, wanting even more to be a little closer to Aya. He just might have gotten away with the former if Omi hadn’t been watching him so closely. The kid had eyes like a hawk . . .
“-ji-kun? Yohji-kun ” Omi’s voice broke through Yohji’s thought’s like a sledge hammer. A cute, blonde, wide-eyed sledge hammer. There was something wrong with that thought, he mused, turning to Omi, raising a questioning brow.
“...Yeah?”
Omi frowned, the expression more cute than irritated. “Are you going to do anything? You could help with the arrangements. There are three due for pick up in an hour. Or-“
“Yeah, kid. Sure . . . I’ll get right to it. But first,” –Yohji waved a dismissive hand– “I’m gonna take a smoke break.” With that, he made his way quickly to the front door, a cigarette in his mouth before he’d gotten out the door. Yohji leaned against the display closest to Aya and lit his cigarette, eyes lowering as he took the first drag.
\"Just outta curiosity, how long are you gonna stand out here watering the sidewalk?” Yohji’s tone was amiable, but there was something of challenge in his eyes.
Aya didn’t answer. He didn’t even turn to look at Yohji. Just when it seemed Aya had successfully turned himself into a human sprinkler system, he turn off the hose and, back still facing Yohji, said, “What do you want, Yohji?” He sounded tired.
“What makes you think I want anything?” Yohji asked. There was a trace of laughter in his voice.
Aya turned around, eyes narrowed. “When don’t you?”
That might’ve stung if Yohji hadn’t been expecting it. In fact, it did sting a little, but he shrugged it off and grinned. “You say the sweetest things, baby . . . ”
Aya stiffened visibly at the pet name, and frowned. “Leave me alone,”
It occurred to Yohji just then that something wasn’t quite right. Aya had his moods. He could make manic-depressives look positively balanced, but . . .
“Fine, if you won’t go, I will,” Aya said, voice dangerously low. He dropped the hose and stormed off, slamming the front door behind him.
Yohji winced at the almost violent jingling of the bells on the front door as it was slammed.
Well, he thought, fuck.