Pairings: Yohji x Aya
Inner Trinity (4/?)
By Max Ikari
You must run, don't let them get you.
Who? Who mustn't get me? Hello?
Run . . .
Oh there you are.
Mom, wh-what are you doing here? You are. . .
Dead? Yes I know Ran.
Then what are you doing here?
I am here because you called me here.
I didn't . . .
You need me . . .
Mom? Mom, where are you? Don't leave, please. . .
Don't worry sweetie you will come soon.
"Oh you are finally awake," said Yohji smiling down , " So how are
you
feeling?"
"Yohji?" said Aya trying to focus his world and chase the nightmare
away.
"Hey, you have been sick, we were worried," said Yohji putting his
hand in Aya's forehead to check his temperature.
" Oh. . .," said Aya trying to remember anything about the day before
but most of it was missing. He hated feeling so disoriented. It
wasn't right, he knew something was wrong with him but what he didn't
know.
"Aya, are you listening to me?" said Yohji at him, his forest green
eyes piercing his amethyst ones.
Aya decided to be honest. "No, I can focus right."
" Well with all the sedatives they had pumped into you I wouldn't
doubt it," said Yohji smiling. " Um, Aya are you feeling okay?"
" Yeah," said Aya looking at Yohji suspiciously. He knew Yohji meant
something else but he didn't feel like delving into it.
" Well you have been acting strange lately, stranger that usual, so I
was just wondering," said Yohji.
Aya hated for people to feel pity toward him or that he needed some
kind of help. He could handle it himself. He could do it alone, he
had been doing it alone for the past three years. Damn Yohji and his
compassion.
" I know is not my business, but. . ."said Yohji.
"You are right, it is not your business," said Aya turning from Yohji
and facing the wall.
"Well if you ever want to talk about it, I am here," said Yohji. His
tone sounded defeated.
"I won't," said Aya quietly more to convince himself than anyone else.
He was in the hall waiting for Aya to finish changing in the room.
Why did Aya have to be so pigheaded? He was so stubborn that he
wouldn't accept the fact that he needed help. Aya also knew this but
refused to accept it. Denial was one of the things Aya did best.
He
just wish Aya would open up to him. He wish Aya would let him touch
him, comfort him, kiss him. . . okay Kudou get a grip of yourself,
the
guy is basically in the ruts and you are thinking of how to get him
in
bed.
"Let' go" said Aya stepping beside him.
" Oh, okay," said Yohji hoping that Aya hadn't caught him fantasizing
about him. But seeing that he didn't even notice when Aya came out
of
his room it was more than likely.
All the way back to their house both were silent. They really had
nothing to talk about. Yohji still could not believe he was in love
with this antisocial, cronically moody guy, who also happened to be
incredibly hot. All the time while Aya was sleeping he kept noticing
how his bottom lip swelled almost seeming like a pout or how creamy
the complexion of his skin was. He felt like a lecher thinking about
this when Aya was incapacitated, not that it would have made many
difference if he wasn't. However, he knew Aya would never get close
to him, unless things got to the point he couldn't handle and Aya was
as stubborn as a mule. The car was too damn quiet.
"When we get home you should go to bed," said Yohji hoping he didn't
sound like Omi.
"Hn," said Aya not even truning to look at him. Something seemed to
be bothering him.
" Soooo…." Said Yohji not having any idea of what to say.
Aya turned to look at him, waiting for him to finish the sentence.
"Um who's Ryo?" asked Yohji feeling like he was prying on something
he
shouldn't have.
"Ryo?" asked Aya who seemed surprised by the question. " Never met
anybody with that name." After a moment of silence he said, " Why?"
" You were mumbling the name while we were taking you to the
hospital"
said Yohji sheepishly. Gods he needed a cigarette, but he had no
desire in getting in an argument with Mr. Cold.
He was what? He had never met anybody with that name. Yohji had just
eyed him strangely like he was crazy or something. Ha, that's kind
of
funny. Just like that he now had urges he hadn't had before. He
felt
like laughing, crying, killing, fucking. He was so confused, it was
like a fucking rollercoaster was in his head, Up and Down but never
stable. The worst part of all is that he had caught himself more
than
once fantasizing about the blonde. Jealous of the women who got to
feel his touch, jealous of the attention. He hated himself for it.
Shit, what is wrong with me? He brushed his hands over his hair in
frustation.
" Aya, what's wrong?" asked Yohji peering at him from above the rim
of
his sunglasses.
God, I hate it when he looks at me like that, "Nothing, I am just
tired."
" Well we are here so you can go rest for a while," said Yohji and
laid a hand in Aya's shoulder. When Aya felt it he flinched from the
touch.
"Hey, hey, calm down, just some friendly comraderie. Are you sure you
are okay?" said Yohji.
"Stop asking me that, and yes I am okay, I guess the medicine made me
jumpy," said Aya and he smiled, before getting out of the car. A
natural smile as if he smiled every day instead of wallow in misery.
" Well, I'll be damned," whispered Yohji genuenly surprised.
"Aya-kun! How are you feeling?" asked Omi with a very worried
expression.
"Better," said Aya quietly. He hated being the center of attention.
" Would you like something to eat?" asked Ken full of concern, " the
doctor said you should eat some."
Aya was about to refuse but thought if he didn't accept it they would
fuss over him more.
"Sure Ken," said Aya trying his best not to seem sick to them.
"Now that he's had his beauty sleep Mr. Grouchy feels better," said
Yohji entering the house with an unlit cigarette in his lips.
Aya stared at him and followed Ken to the kitchen.
"Yohji-kun, you shouldn't say that about Aya," said Omi.
" I know kiddo, just messing with him," said Yohji.
" He seems much better," said Omi who seriously sounded relieved. " I
was worried."
"Yeah, he had us all worried, we have to see what he eats now," said
Yohji passing a hand through his hair to get all the hair from his
face.
" Mmm, Yohji-kun, do you think any of this has to do with his
sister?"
asked Omi conspirationally.
Yohji shrugged and said, " Damned if I know and that baka won't talk
to anyone."
" Hopefully he will," said Omi more talking to himself than Yohji.
He was standing in front of Aya's room feeling like an immature kid
asking a girl on a date. He didn't think he would be so nervous, but
he was and only because he had admitted to himself that he liked Aya.
Damn it! He was going to see if Aya was okay but he also knew that
he
had other motives that had brought him here to. He wanted to see
Aya's face again, maybe a smile like the one he had seen at the car
today. One given away, it had seemed so natural, so free. Such a
shame that Aya didn't smile more. Whay the hell I am so nervous? I am
not doing anything wrong so I shouldn't be nervous. Finally he
knocked. He heard Aya's steps as he approached the door.
" Yes?" said Aya peering through the door.
" Um, I was just coming to check on you," said Yohji quietly.
" Would you like to come in?" drawled Aya
Yohji just stared at him as if he had said he was dying.
" Come on, I won't bite," said Aya and he smiled opening the door to
let him in. Yohji entered feeling like an utter fool. And the tone
Aya was using was making him nervous and feel some build up were he
knew it would soon be noticed.
" It's kind of dark, were you sleeping?" asked Yohji nervously. "
Well if I did, I am sorry."
" Nope," said Aya smiling at him, " Actually I was just lying down
and
thinking of you."
Ohshitohshitohshit. What the hell is happening? Its almost as fucked
up as the time he caught Aya crying in his room. Why did it always
have to be him?
Aya closed the space between them ghosting his lips against Yohji's.
Yohji tensed up and Aya could feel it.
" Mmm, so nervous, I would have thought that you were a Casanova with
all the women and all," drawled Aya so close that Yohji could feel
his
breath on his lips.
Yohji lost his mind, maybe it was the hidden dare that Aya had thrown
at him, or simple desire but the only thing he knew was that he was
kissing Aya with such fervor. He felt like he was trying to swallow
Aya, mingling their tongues in a passion dance. Aya was trying to
take control of the kiss but Yohji wouldn't let him. He wanted Aya,
he wanted to have Aya panting his name, he wanted. . .
He finally released Aya needing to breathe. He laid his forehead on
Aya's. Both were panting trying to catch their breath. Aya smiled,
it was a mischievious smile, one had to wonder.
" I've wanted to do that for a while," said Aya smiling.
" A-Aya?" asked Yohji suddenly afraid.
" Mmm, don't call me that, I am not that idiot, he wouldn't know sex
if it hit him in the face," said Aya.
" Sex?!," said Yohji distancing himself of Aya. " Who----who are you?"
" Call me Ryo,"
TBC