Razor Blade Angel

Authors notes: I promise they'll be short this time. So I think some of the things Aya says in this chapter are a little OOC but I hope I made him angsty enough to make up for that. I love Aya he's just so broody. Also I have this strange desire to draw a floor plan of the new flower shop but probably won't get around to it for a while


Chapter 4

Seven sped down the highway leaving a trail of dazed motorists in it’s wake. At this point Yohji didn’t know where they were going or why. He had said something earlier about taking Aya out to dinner but there were no set plans. Thankfully Aya had been ready to leave just in time. Yohji sighed heavily. It wasn’t as if he didn’t really like Ken but his inner ego just had to go an over inflate and get him into trouble all the time. /God! Why was I being such an ass? Ken has every right to be pissed at me./ Logic was now begning to replace his own foolish pride and Yohji realized how much Ken must have been hurting. Didn't blame him either, it must have been hard knowing what the two of them did behind closed doors. Still Yohji thought that they kept things wrapped up pretty well, hell Omi probably didn't even know at this point. His eyes trailed over to Aya for a brief moment, the sulking red head looking beautiful in front of the array of rainy late afternoon clouds. Maybe it had been foolish to take Seven out after all? /Oh well./

He decided to head in the direction of the mountain which had their little cabin on it but they hadn’t gone very far when the downpour began, just outside the city limits actually. It was almost as if it had been a bad omen the way Ken and Yohji had fought that evening and soon they would be soaked to the bone with no cover available. Yohji's passenger however didn't even seem to respond to the sudden cold splash of rain. Maybe they should have taken Aya's car? Seven after all didn’t have a top and for a moment Yohji regretted not buying another model, but just for a moment.

“Dammit,” Yohji swore quietly under his breath. /Now I’m gonna have to take this baby in and get the interior redone. Maybe red this time? Wouldn't be the first time I"ve had to replace it./ Yohji's thoughts drifted for a moment, back to a time when he'd had to try and explain why there were bullet holes in the passenger seat to the guy that did all his detail work. All in all he wasn’t really that upset about it though. His mind quickly returned to the argument and the fact that Aya was obviously up set about something.. Yohji could just sense it. Since his sister had shown up this morning he’d been unusually quiet, even towards Yohji. Maybe he’d get something out of him later, so he continued to drive, the rain splattering against the windshield and Yohji’s sunglasses making it almost impossible to see. Yohji always the daring one; always taking risks and always getting in over his head.

Aya knew why she was here. It was so blatantly obvious that he could have just kicked himself. It had been in her letters, the few and far between ones and Aya had pretended to ignore it. If she was thousands of miles away then there was no way things could get started between the two of them. Parts of Aya-Chan’s letters began highlighting themselves in his mind. He desperately tried to push them away but to no avail. It was as if he were staring at the lavender scented stationary she always wrote to him on right now.

/Brother…I…I don’t know why I feel this way. I can’t stop thinking about it, the way it makes me feel inside./ She was so sweet and innocent but… but she was growing up; becoming a lady, a woman. The two years in a coma hadn’t altered her mental state at all. It was like her body had stopped ageing but her mind continued on as if nothing had happened./ Sometimes he would wonder about the dreams she had, if any at all. Did she ever dream about him? About when they were young? What they had shared as siblings? If so she had never shared those dreams with him, in fact she never talked about being in a coma at all. It was as if to her none of it had ever happened at all and she seemed perfectly content to live her life pretending that her brother wasn't a killer. He had been so foolish...but what else could Aya have done?

Aya sighed and put his head in one hand partially to block out the rain and partially because a head ache was starting. In some ways he was glad Yohji was still driving, although they were slowing down now. They had driven off into one of the little mountain parks somewhere and the sweet smell of the rain soothed the weary assassin just a bit. It didn’t help for the matter that he couldn’t get his sister off his mind though. Everything around him reminded him of her sweet face, her sweet smell. /She would love it out here./ He thought idlely for a moment.

Seven rolled through a few mud puddles on an old dirt road. He really didn’t have a clue as to where they were going but it was along the river and if they listened carefully they could hear various song birds chirping out their melodies. Soon he found a place to pull out. Probably teenagers came here after dark to party but it was too early in the evening for such things not to mention during a week day. Yohji shut the engine off and the two sat in silence for a few moments. For the blonde assasin it was a very tense few moments and he fiddled slightly with the keys in the ignition.
Strangely it was Aya who spoke first. “Yohji…I…think I… need to talk.”

Yohji was dumfounded. /Aya! Talk!?/ Even in their most intimate of moments Aya barely made a sound. He was such a quiet lover and quiet man all together unless enraged by something. Yohji also silently prayed that what Aya wanted to talk about wasn’t the scene he and Ken had earlier in the kitchen. Yohji wasn’t afraid of looking bad in front of Aya but he still had his pride to protect and he was desperately grasping for a good reason for that argument to have even taken place.

Yohji raised a honey tinted brow, “What’s on your mind Aya?” Out of habit he reached over and opened the glove box pulling out a half smashed pack of cigarettes. He waited in intense silence while lighting the cylindrical shaped stick, a thick curl of gray smoke rising in front of his darkened shades. They sat low on his nose accentuating his emerald, sleepy eyes beautifully. Although he was tense Yohji carelessly brushed his free hand through his hair. This was something he could be good at; playing it cool.

With his head still in his hands Aya sighed. It made a long low sound in the cool evening air. If Yohji hadn’t been intently watching Aya’s lips open, the sound could have been mistaken for the wind in the trees. “Yohji…there’s a problem with Aya-Chan.” Aya eyes were dark and downcast. His entire mood oozed with angst. "We have to send her back to Paris as soon as we can." His own guilty concience was nagging at him now and Aya told himself the only reason was because of her letters. But there was another devil on his shoulder screaming something entirerly different.

Yohji’s breath caught in his throat. /Something wrong? Oh…God!/ Maybe it was the way Aya put it or maybe it was just that Yohji had grown attached to the young woman? What ever it was though, Yohji always found himself wanting to protect her; kind of like an older sibling or even dare say…a parent. Sometimes it was hard on him…it just went so against his nature, but with Aya-Chan things were different, he just couldn’t see her in the way he saw most women. Of course Yohji assumed the worse and almost started the car again to go racing back home.

Another tense moment passed before Aya started again. “In her letters she always would say things…things I would have rather not noticed.” The rain had lightened up but a soft, misty shower still fell on the two young men keeping them damp. “She…She thinks she’s in love with Ken!” Aya leaned forward in his seat putting one hand on the dash board his face looking downwards between his knees. Almost an inch of water had formed in the bottom of Seven soaking into Aya’s leather brown boots. /Yes that's it...that's the only reason./ He lied to himself.

Yohji almost couldn’t suppress a laugh but he still smirked. /That’s it? That’s all Aya, you baka!/ “Listen Aya…maybe you shouldn’t take this so hard?” Yohji reached over to put a hand on the red head’s shoulder. “I mean she is 19 after all. Perfectly capable of making her own choices” He tried to sound not too harsh knowing that Aya cared deeply for his sister and all but still the whole thing sounded really silly to him. /Hey, go Ken./ Secretly he was relieved. Maybe if Aya-Chan started paying attention to Ken he wouldn’t be so mopey all the time? Maybe it would help his get over Aya? Somehow Yohji failed to realize, that, like the rest of them Ken too, was an assassin, and like them he was a killer as well. But on this calm spring evening none of that really seemed all important.

Slowly Aya glanced up, a glare scribbled across his face. Yohji gulped but smiled all the same. Aya could be so emotional sometimes and things had gotten worse in that department since they had been seeing each other. “I… I mean I know she is your sister but it might be good for the both of them.” Yohji brushed his finger tips across Aya cheek. "You know...maybe get Ken's mind off some things." He didn't elaborate on what things exactly but was sure Aya got the idea.

It seemed as though Aya softened for a brief moment. Yohji could do that to him; make him feel like a real person again, actually alive inside. /But Aya-Chan…how could you do this to me? Leave me?/ He didn’t even know why those questions had formed in his mind. The thought of her just caring for anyone else seemed to bother him. That thought in it’s self disturbed him the most. /That has to be the reason she’s here. She’s going to say something to Ken./ Yohji was there for him and he knew that he could open up to him any time he needed to but he kept what he was feeling inside. As much as it bugged him he knew he had to stop. Had to stop before his own mind revealed the sick truth he kept hidden so well.

“Aya…” Yohji’s voice was quiet and subdued. He looked so beautiful and Yohji had to suppress certain urges that would probably get him punched in such a situation. On the other side though that's what Aya did to him, Aya made him just want to act crazy sometimes. It didn't matter who they were or what their pasts were. Yohji felt like he could forgive Aya of all his sins if the red head would just let him.
Raising his head and tilting it slightly Aya looked to Yohji, a bit of crimson hair clinging to his cheek. His eyes were half lidded and he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. The more Yohji looked at him the more he fell into the dark amethyst pools of his eyes. No longer resisting he bent his head down to kiss the unresisting man at his side. All that could be heard was the soft patter of spring rain on the green grass and brown earth.

A low rumble of thunder broke across the twilight-gray sky as the two lovers broke their kiss. “We should get going Aya,” Yohji’s lips trembled with unspoken passion. “I don’t want you to get sick and besides, I promised you dinner! We'll swing by that noodle hut you like so well and pick something up before heading back ok?” He pulled his hand back and pushed his sun glasses up on his face. With a quick movement he started the engine and they were back on the road speeding towards the city and the future comfort of a warm shower. Both secretly hoping that they wouldn’t have to see Ken but both with very different reasons.