Title: Shaking the Foundation
Author: Mishaela
Series: Weiß Kreuz
Pairing: Yohji x Ran "Aya" Fujimiya
Rating: NC-17
Archive: YaoiCon Fanfiction Magazine
Summary: Yohji decides to find a way to pull Aya out of his self-
destructive streak.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of the characters in the story that
follows. I'm not making any money for this work of fanfiction.
Male/male sexual interaction follows as part of the story. If you
are not of the legal age to read adult material, then stop right here
and read no further.
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It had been a really, really, really long night.
Yohji didn't want to think as his head hit the pillow, even though he
knew that sleep wouldn't be coming for some time. He really needed
to wind down after that mission. He needed solace from the torment
his bloodied hands continually visited upon him.
He could hear the others padding around in various places. Ken's
steps were sure. He was most definitely on his way to the shower, to
get whatever bloody spatters free from various patches of skin they'd
infested. Poor Ken, who was getting less and less stable after each
and every mission.
Omi's little fingers were tacking away at his keyboard – typing up
the mission report, most likely. That boy spent nearly one-third of
his life on that computer. The other two were divided equally
between the Koneko and assassin life. Not the type of living Yohji
would wish on the boy. Omi's life should be filled with laughter and
fun and girls (or boys, he added as a side note).
Then… there was Aya.
He could hear the mutterings across the hall, before they were
obliterated by the sound of Ken's shower. Self-depreciation. Aya
seemed to be full of that. He was never satisfied with his
competence. A pity, really. He was one of the best in the group
(along with Yohji, of course).
It was springtime. There should have been more laughter in the
house. Yohji lamented it with a soft sigh. Spring meant change and,
while his body was doing its chameleon bit, that was the fine line.
His inner demons didn't change whatsoever…
His mahogany hair was starting to get the highlight streaks of blond
through it. By June, his hair would be a glorious dark honey golden
color. At that time, his skin would be a golden tan as well. It was
all cosmetic, though – completely superficial.
Nothing else about Yohji would change.
The others were changing, though. Because of Aya. His attitudes.
His anger. His hatred of Reiji Takatori. Aya Fujimiya was spinning
out of control. He couldn't even keep himself from snapping at Omi
in the mornings, when the boy would cheerfully greet them.
Poor kid.
Now, his greetings were kind of lax. As if he had no real reason for
smiling at them. Yohji regretted the part he played in it, but the
other two seemed unphased by the chain of events. The blond youth
was starting to sleep later, too. Not a good sign at all.
Something had to be done.
The shower had cut off, but Aya's whispered words of self-
flaggelation hadn't. That young man needed a clue. Something to
dramatically change his outlook on things. He had no one to call his
own, save for that comatose sister, and Yohji doubted *that* was
helping bolster the youth's lagging sanity.
He turned things over in his head, trying to get a handle on them,
figure out how to straighten out the mess the team was starting to
become. While Yohji Kudou wasn't the most brilliant of thinkers, he
could come up with a good idea once in a while. Sometimes, it took a
little time, but he did get the job done when he set about to do it
right.
He would have to shake the very foundation that Aya stood on. Rip
away the multitude of barriers one intangible veneer at a time.
But… "How to do that," Yohji mused to himself, "How do I break him
down without destroying him?"