Gemstone Eyes

A/N- Part deux of my apology update!! Hope you enjoy, all you wonderful readers of mine!! :)


“You think Yohji’s in love with Aya?”

Ken smirked. “More than that, Omi. That little episode proved it. It also hinted at something else. I think Aya may have feelings for Yohji too.” At that Omi couldn’t stop himself. He lay back on the floor and howled laughing. Ken waited patiently until he had stopped and was merely breathing hard.

“Yeah, Ken-kun, Aya-kun definitely has feelings for Yohji-kun, feelings of hatred!” At this, Ken raised his eyebrows. When quizzed on it, Omi admitted he couldn’t recall anything that would lead to Aya hating Yohji any more than the redhead loving the older man. “Ok, so Aya-kun is simply indifferent towards him. What’s your point?”

Smiling secretively, Ken laid a hand on Omi’s shoulder, relishing the contact. “Aya hides all his emotions so well, that it’s no more plausible that he hates Yohji than it is that he loves him. All I know is this; whenever Aya breaks that mask, even just a little, it is around or because of Yohji. He seeks Yohji out to yell at him, even. Would he have cared if you or I had gone out tonight?” Astounded, Omi looked at Ken again, shaking his head slowly.

“Iie..I don’t think so. He would have stayed in his room, or if he cared, he would have simply forbidden us to go.” Omi was concentrating as if he was talking himself through a complex computer code. “But he knows he can’t make Yohji-kun do anything Yohji-kun doesn’t want to do…and he can’t stop him from doing something he’s got his mind set on…yet he still went out to pick a fight.” Omi looked up at Ken in shock. “Ken-kun! You may be right!”



Yohji stalked out of his third bar in disgust. This night was not going as planned. Aya had ruined it. He had decided early on that he wanted a male lover tonight; hard, supple muscles holding more fascination for him than delicate, softer women. But all his prospects had possessed red hair and unusually pale skin. The only name he seemed to be able to remember was Aya. It was this name he vehemently cursed as he walked out to the car again.

Damn him! Teasing him like that…for a second he had actually thought that the beautiful redhead might be responding to him. He had become almost giddy with the excitement that he might have enticed Aya out of his room, out of the house, and perhaps into his arms by the end of the night, but then the cold bastard had reverted back to his icy self. The night was soured for him, and there was nothing left but the feel of lonely sheets at home, with perhaps his own hand and the memory of longing in Aya’s eyes to keep him company.



It was dark at the Koneko, the two younger assassins asleep, secure in their own dreams. Aya sat in the middle of his darkened room, enjoying the peace that came with night. If he strained his expert hearing, he could hear the soft sound of music from Omi’s room. The boy had downloaded thousands of songs onto his laptop, and fell asleep each night to sonatas by different composers. Ken’s loud snoring was contained downstairs, where Aya could not hear it. Occasionally a car would honk outside, or two cats would either mate or fight. Other than that it was quiet. Aya sighed softly and wondered why he was still up. His thoughts drifted to emerald-green. He had seen it again tonight, in Yohji’s eyes, that flash of longing. It had been when he asked for Aya’s company tonight. The redhead didn’t know why he had found the question worthy of a second thought, but that look in Yohji’s eyes had somewhat entranced him. Longing, and something else that had almost looked like hope. Both of these had been directed at him. Aya knew they had to be, what else would Yohji have been thinking about? That was something that puzzled him. Why had Yohji looked hopeful, and why had the green eyes captivated him like they did?

Suddenly there was the unmistakable sound of screeching tires outside, and light filtered through Aya’s blinds. The sound of a car cutting off, and a door slamming. Something that was almost a smile quirked Aya’s lips. ‘Kudou’s home.’ The thought made him happy as it always did. He took a perverse pleasure in the fact that Yohji hadn’t had any luck finding a fuck-partner for the night. He was always curious as to why these nights made him so happy. He should be happy to have the playboy out of the house for the night; it made for a more cheerful Yohji the next day. But Aya slept better the nights when the blonde was in his own bed downstairs. Thinking of Yohji spending the night in some woman’s bed made him feel weird. Even though the sensation settled around his heart like jealousy, he told himself it was irritation that the eldest Weiss would put their entire team in danger every night he spent away from them with a stranger. They never knew who was working against them; Yohji could be sleeping with a spy. The thought made his blood run cold with anger. Not worry, certainly not jealousy, anger. It had to be.



The next day was Friday, and Weiss was poised at the brink of their first weekend off in many a long and weary month. As if that idea didn’t hold joy, it was the beginning of their week of relaxation. Omi got up and went to school, Ken driving him on his motorcycle. When the younger boy hopped off, both missed the feeling of their bodies pressed together on the humming machine. Waving excitedly, Omi dashed inside. Ken smiled happily and turned around to head back to the Koneko, where he was sure Aya would find something for him to do.

Sure enough, when he returned, Aya shoved a watering can into his hands and sent him off to the back room to water flowers. Ken went, grumbling as he did about Yohji not helping. Indeed, the blonde was still asleep, as evidenced by the hearty snores that escaped around the door to his room. Aya expected him up and grumpy around noon.

As Ken watered flower after flower, he pondered the fact that Yohji had come home last night. He must be alone, he’d never, no matter how drunk, bring a lover back with him, making sure he was always taken to the other partner’s home. So that meant Yohji either had no luck last night, which was difficult to believe, or that he had left for some reason before anything could happen. Ken was more inclined to believe the latter, and believed that the “reason” was standing in the shop right at the moment, working on an arrangement of yellow tulips and daisies. Maybe he could talk to Yohji once the blonde was awake.

Aya sent Ken on deliveries next, and as the chocolate-eyed boy vanished out the door, another in the hall opened and footsteps creaked down the hall. Aya checked his watch. Eleven. The long-limbed blonde was up an hour early. This day should prove to be interesting. Soon the strong odor of coffee drifted into the shop from the kitchen. A few minutes later, a bleary-eyed Yohji shuffled into the shop, cup in hand. Leaning against the wall, he took a deep swig. Before he could stop himself, Aya gave him a once-over. The honeyed locks were down and sleep-tousled, and Yohji’s sleep-encrusted green eyes were intent on his coffee cup. He had on a cropped white tee, and green pajama pants slung low on his hips. Then Aya’s eyes were drawn to Yohji’s again, they were staring into the mug before them and they looked troubled.

Deciding not to comment, Aya pushed a list across the counter towards the taller man. It contained all the arrangements Yohji was to do that day, and the hours he was supposed to work. “Here.” Yohji snapped to the present and hesitantly took the list.

“Shit, Aya, can’t someone else close for me today?” He smirked. “I got a hot date, you know?” The smirk took on a teasing quality. “No, wait, you wouldn’t know, would you? The only dates you go on are for a mission.” Aya’s expression took on a stony quality, and Yohji inwardly giggled with glee. He was in a bad mood this morning, and all because of Aya. Now it was time for revenge. Yohji was going to annoy the shit out of him. He stalked over to Aya, standing behind him and slipping an arm around the slender waist. Freezing, the redhead stopped his work and waited for Yohji to finish irritating him the way he always did.

“C’mon Aya…why don’t you go on a date with me? I’ll show you a real good time, promise…” the blonde leaned forward and blew a stream of air onto the back of Aya’s neck. He was rewarded with the feel of the Weiss leader tensing, and then Aya spun in his arms. In an instant they were nose-to-nose, Aya’s eyes burning with violet flames.

“Save the come-ons for your bar floozies, Kudou, and get to work.” Aya gazed into emerald eyes. He hated those eyes, filled with teasing seduction, and those lips spread in Yohji’s cocky playboy grin. Those curvy, sculpted lips…and those bright, beautiful glass-green eyes…

Yohji ignored Aya’s words, reveling in the feeling of having the slender man so close. Anger like lightning flashed between them, but the taller man couldn’t pass up the opportunity to admire the ivory radiance that was Aya’s skin, or to memorize the scent of the crimson hair. His eyes met and matched Aya’s, glare for glare, when suddenly, subtly, the atmosphere between them changed. Their shared anger and annoyance melted slowly and transformed into an invisible force that drew Yohji closer.

Aya felt the change, mesmerized by the softened look in the taller man’s emerald eyes. He felt himself being drawn irresistibly towards Yohji. He absently wondered how soft those lips would be, or if they would be hard and demanding. Part of his mind screamed at him to stop and push Yohji away. They were assassins! On the same team! They were not free to delve into such…decadent behavior. Another part of the redhead, one he had buried deep, deep inside himself, one that had once had a name, screamed at him to ignore his mind. That part craved love, craved to feel again, and knew that this man could give both.

Their faces were scant inches apart now, breaths mingling. Yohji swallowed and Aya watched his throat work in fascination before his eyes returned to searching the impending emerald gaze. Yohji felt lightheaded. Something had changed about the redhead he held in his arms. The gemstone eyes were boring into his, shimmering with longing. It wasn’t just a flash this time. Those eyes reflecting a deep longing within the Weiss leader, and glimmered with hope and anticipation as well.

Yohji took a deep breath, feeling Aya’s body against his. Their faces were so close now, their noses touching barely. Yohji blinked and softly whispered, “Aya…” He was about to lean forward the last few centimeters and claim the redhead’s full, pale lips, when the door to the Koneko burst open.

TBC....
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~Tareacel