Title: Cherry Kisses, Part Four

Author: Rina Garet

Pairing: Youji x Aya

Rating: PG, PG-13

Warnings: Shounen ai

Spoilers: Minor Aya Spoilers

Disclaimer: >> Aya, Yohji, and Weiss aren't mine. I'm just playing

with them until someone decides to sue me O.o;;;

And yes, this is the last chapter.

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CHERRY KISSES, PART FOUR (EPILOGUE)

"... Just a little while..." Yohji murmured, not meaning to say it

out loud, closing his eyes and sighing softly.

For a minute, he forgot himself in cherried breath, soft hair against

his chin, and fingers on his shoulder. He let himself sink into

familiar thoughts of familiar acts, let himself act out of habit

instead of feeling for just a minute.

//Tell them what they want to hear.//

He could do that. He did that on a regular basis. Kudou Yohji, the

worlds best liar.

//Give them what they think they want.//

Get his momentary fix. Dull his thoughts. Not have to think.

//Send them home, without a second thought.//

Yohji opened his eyes.

He couldn't... do that. Not... with Aya. Not to Aya.

"... Aya?"

Yohji leaned back a bit, and Aya's head and torso went with him. He

tried to lift Aya's chin, but it was heavy.

He was sleeping, like a baby. Standing up, his arms around Yohji.

Yohji laughed softly, and backed up, lightly prying slender arms from

around him. He set Aya down on his rumpled bed and pulled the blanket

over him, clothes and all.

He stood up, chuckling softy at the semi-scowl that remained on Aya's

face, even in sleep, and sighed. Yohji stood there for a minute, just

watching Aya breathe, and absently ran his fingers through his own

thick, mussed blonde hair.

He leaned down, one elbow pressing into the mattress, and ran one

thumb softly over Aya's cheek.

"Goodnight, Aya."

He pressed the sleeping lips in a kiss, his fingers lingering on

Aya's pale face until he pulled away.

"You'll wake up, and everything will be normal."

He could have sworn he saw a smile.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Aya's eyelids fluttered open.

And promptly flew shut.

God, he had a headache. He moaned out loud. What the hell had he done?

"Sleeping Beauty's up? It's about damn time."

Yohji. What was Yohji doing in his room?

Aya yanked the blanked up over his eyes to drown out the light.

"Let me sleep."

Yohji laughed softly. That sounded familiar. Aya grunted and growled.

"Go back to your room."

Yohji laughed again. Aya decided it was the most annoying thing he

could possibly be hearing right now.

"I'd love to, but I've got someone in my bed."

Aya growled angrily. God, his head hurt! "Your affairs are not my

problem."

Yohji pulled the blanket from over Aya's eyes, stood over him,

looking down, smiling.

"You're in my bed."

Aya sat up faster than he should have. Dizziness crept over him and

he clutched his stomach. Yohji sat down next to him and put an arm

over one shoulder to steady him.

"Yo, mind not throwing on the sheets?" Yohji was trying to be light

and flip.

Aya didn't know what else to do, so he nodded and waited for the wave

to pass.

"How...?"

"You came in here for something last night, got drunk, and fell

asleep on me when I got home, you baka." Yohji answered before Aya

could finish the question.

"No." Aya said quickly. He didn't drink. He never drank. Yohji drank.

"What did you do to me?" He grumbled at Yohji.

A deep throated chuckle rose up from the blonde next to him. "I took

advantage of you while you were drunk. Damn, Aya, I never knew..."

Aya flushed nearly as crimson as his hair.

Yohji laughed AGAIN. And again, Aya decided it was insanely annoying.

"Take it easy, I'm JOKING!"

Aya leaned forward and rubbed his forehead. Bits and pieces came back

to him.

Drinking. He remembered it now. Not the drinking, but the cherries.

The cherries...

And the kisses.

He snapped back flush against the headboard of the bed and another

wave of nausea hit him. Cherries. Kisses. Cherries. Kisses.

Yohji.

"I..." He was shaking.

"Listen, Aya..." Yohji started, softly. "People do things when

they're drunk..."

"No." PEOPLE did things when they were drunk. YOHJI did things when

he was drunk AYA did not.

But he had.

He remembered, bit by bit.

And, oh, was he sick.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Hand on his shoulder.

He moaned.

"Take it easy, guy, I think the lungs are supposed to stay INSIDE."

He really really wanted to punch Yohji, but couldn't find the

strength right then. At least, he thought he was done being sick for

the moment, and porcelain was cool against his face.

He felt the arm on his shoulder slide down, and haul him up. He

didn't want to stand. He wanted to be left alone. He growled in

protest.

"Just wash your face and rinse your mouth."

Aya leaned hard against the sink, and pushed at Yohji. "Go away."

Yohji raised his hands in submission. "Fine... "

He walked out of the tiny bathroom attached to his bed room, and sat

on the bed sleepily, waiting for Aya to finish. He'd sat there, at

the foot of the bed, until Aya had waken up, rather than going to bed

himself, and he was tired.

He thought about reaching for a cigarette, but was too tired to move.

He could close his eyes, just for a minute, until Aya came back out.

Just for a minute...

Aya stood in the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face, mentally

cursing himself with every curse he could think of. What a stupid,

weak, foolish...

Then he paused. Those were all things he called Yohji.

He dried his face and leaned against the bathroom wall, wary of

leaving, knowing Yohji was probably waiting for him.

The cherries had faded from his breath, but the kisses were still in

his memory.

It wasn't that he hadn't wanted that. He hated himself for sinking so

far as to actually DO it.

Time to go and face the music and let the chips fall where they may.

He walked out of the bathroom, rubbing at his hair.

"...Yohji..."

He was met with a light snore in response.

Yohji was slumped over, half-sitting up on the bed, asleep.

The corners of Aya's mouth twitched. Maybe he was cute when he wasn't

running his mouth. Then again, everyone seemed cute when they were

asleep. Innocent. Sweet.

Aya...

His sister...

He sighed.

He pulled the blankets over Yohji's lap and sat down next to him on

the bed. What had Yohji said last night? That he didn't care?

No, that couldn't be true. Could it?

Aya's head hurt again.

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to Yohji's slightly parted lips. He

wasn't drunk now, but he meant it just the same.

He left Yohji's room, closing the door gently, quietly whispering.

"You'll wake up... and everything will be normal..."

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@_@ Kay. You may officially kill me now. >>;;