Pairings: Yohji x Aya
Inner Trinity (5/?)
By Max Ikari
"Call me Ryo," said Aya smiling.
Yohji only stared at him not knowing what the hell to do. Aya was
acting weird again, and saying he was Ryo. But if that were true
then
that would explain a lot of things, like why Aya was being so forward.
"Ryo?" said Yohji carefully.
"Yes, that idiot Aya only watches but I do something about it," said
Aya going to the dresser and brushing his hair.
"But----but. . .," said Yohji
Aya looked at him from the mirror at said, " Don't tell me you don't
want Aya, Aya may not notice that you watch him but I do."
Yohji was speechless; he really had no idea what to say. He hated
being the one that didn't know what to say.
" Besides, if we fuck you would be fucking Aya which is the same
thing," said Aya and he started getting close to Yohji. He started
trailing his fingers in Yohji's chest and Yohji felt his breathing
hitch. " So what do you say?" Aya purred.
Yohji felt the bulge in his pants tightening and with Aya's constant
trailing of fingers he really felt tempted. But this was not Aya;
this personality was flaunting Aya's sexuality like it was his to
give. If Yohji had sex with Aya at this time, he knew Aya would
never
forgive him. As much as his body wanted to do this, his mind knew
that it was wrong. Taking Aya's hand in his he smiled and said, " As
much as I would love sleeping with you, I think I am going to pass."
Aya's face froze and he removed his hand from Youji's. He was angry,
Youji could see that. Aya turned to him and his features were
contorted with anger.
" You are just doing it for him!, I throw myself to you and you
refuse
me?!" screamed Aya, " You don't know with who you are dealing with!
Nobody refuses me!"
By this time Yohji was already inching towards the door. He eyed Aya
with fear that he would pick up his katana and try to slice him with
it.
" Aya calm down," said Yohji quietly, trying to reason with him.
" I told you not to call me that! I am not Aya!," screamed Aya and he
grabbed a table lamp and hurled it at Yohji. Yohji barely made it
out
of the room in one piece. Thank the gods Omi and Ken were out. A
chuckle escaped him, Aya had acted like a woman scorned. Funny.
" Shit, I deserve a prize," said Yohji grabbing his coat from his
room
and walking out the door.
Omi and Ken arrived from having gone out to watch a movie. In Ken's
opinion the movie wasn't even worth seeing but so long as they got
out
of the house everything was fine.
" Do you want some tea?" asked Omi smiling at him.
" Sure, hey Yohji, Aya we are back!" yelled Ken because he didn't
want
to run upstairs and tell them individually.
A while later Aya came down, he was wearing black leather back that
were stuck to him as a second skin, a red velvet shirt in which the
arms stopped halfway through his hands, and a black leather coat.
Omi
and Ken gaped at Aya, he was dressed like Yohji.
"Aya---Aya-kun are you feeling ok?" asked Omi eyeing him suspiciously.
Aya turned to see his expression and smiled saying, " So I take you
like my outfit."
"Aya did you raid Yohji's closet?" asked Ken trying not to laugh.
Aya turned to see him, a dark expression on his face and said, " Do
not mention that asshole to me."
" Did you guys have a fight?" asked Omi now concerned.
" You could say that," said Aya slowly, almost as if he purred the
words.
" Where is he Aya?" asked Ken seriously.
" What should I know, kid? For all I know he is humping the first
thing that spread their legs for him," said Aya bitterly.
Omi and Ken were shocked they had never heard Aya talking this way.
He was also dressing differently.
" Well I am going out," said Aya smiling, " Oh and don't wait up."
And
Aya walked out the door.
" What the fuck was that?" asked Ken turning to eye Omi.
Omi was staring at the door dumbfounded, his thought all going a
million places at the same time. He turned to Ken and his expression
said it all, he had no idea.
" I hope Yohji gets back soon," was all Ken said before flopping down
in the sofa and turning on the TV.
Yohji had gone out to take a walk and ended up in a bar. He wanted
to
get rid of some of the frustration Aya had caused him. The guy was
crazy, not that he could blame him. The sad part was that now he was
sure that Aya had MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder). Gods, how
much
he ached to feel Aya, and he could have done it. Damn it! When the
hell did I decide to grow a conscience?
" Hello handsome," said a girl who looked every bit legal, as he
liked
to say. Her hair was neon pink and her mouth and eyes were colored
black. She had on a black skin suit that reminded Aya of a car racer.
" Hello," said Yohji putting up his most charming smile.
" Are you waiting for someone?" the girl purred, " I am not."
" Well I am preparing to leave, just came to get some air," said Yohji
The girl found this incredibly funny and leaned near his ear and
said,
" My apartment is not very far and it has a balcony, lots of air."
Yohji had to laugh, at least she was trying. " I am sorry, but
tomorrow I have got to work."
"But tomorrow is Sunday!" whined the girl
" I know, I am a priest," said Yohji and paid for his drink before
leaving the bar.
Aya was walking back home and he was scared shitless. He had woken up
and he was making out with another guy. When he had asked the guy
what the hell he was doing, he had just laughed and tried kissing him
again. The clothes he was wearing it was something more fit for
Yohji
and he hated the fact that he didn't remember putting them on in the
first place. He hadn't driven his car home because he knew by his
coordination that he was way too wasted to drive. Fuck. He climbed
the stairs in front of the door and the door opened with Yohji
sporting a dark expression.
" Where the hell were you?" asked Yohji upset.
" Hn," said Aya trying to walk past Yohji but he was in no shape to
fight against Yohji.
" You are drunk," said Yohji eyeing him, " Did you sleep with someone?
Aya started at this and said, " Move Yohji it's none of your
business."
" Aya?" asked Yohji his expression changing from anger to relief.
" Well who the hell did you think I was? Let me pass," said Aya
getting angry.
" Oh, sorry," said Yohji sheepishly letting Aya get into the kitchen.
Aya walked to the table and sat down putting his head on the cold
surface of the table, trying to bring his thoughts in some kind of
order.
" Here," said Yohji handing him a cup of coffee. Aya stared at him
for a minute of two and then took the mug from him.
After about five minutes of silence Yohji asked, " You don't remember
a thing do you?"
Aya turned to stare at him, knowing what Yohji was talking about but
also hoping that he was not.
" You don't remember going out do you?" said Yohji sadly.
" I don't know what the hell you are talking about," said Aya quietly
turning his gaze from Yohji to the cup.
A hand slammed in the table making Aya jump and turn to see Yohji.
He
was angry.
" Damn it Aya! You know what I am talking about. I bet you don't
know
half of the time how you get to a place or why you are wearing the
clothes you are." Said Yohji angrily
Aya tried to find something biting to say but the truth was that he
couldn't find it. He felt his lips trembling and his hands began to
shake. He laid the mug in the table and started to get up but Yohji
grabbed his arm and said, " Do you know who is Ryo?"
" I told you. . ." started Aya to say.
" It's you." Said Yohji letting him go.
Aya simply stared at him stupidly wondering what the hell was Yohji
high on.
TBC