He grinned as he shifted to a more comfortable position on the window ledge. Ken and Omi had gone off on some ‘romantic getaway’ or some shit like that, basically a place where they could screw like bunnies without being interrupted.
He shuddered.
And he, he had a tantalizing image before him. Aya’s naked body contrasted wonderfully with the black satin sheets he was sprawled upon. His skin almost matched the crème coloured silk scarves holding his hands and feet prisoner, as well as covering his eyes. There were red marks around his wrists and ankles from when he had tried to free himself before falling into an exhausted sleep after Youji had stormed out. How the man had dragged himself away from such a sinful sight and the two’s game, was a loss to the assassin. He got up from his perch and walked to the bed, pulling something out of his jacket. He smirked as he covered the full month with a soaked cloth, flicking hair out of his eyes. He released the swordsman from his silk prison and picked Aya up. A moment’s thought and he dropped the cloth onto the centre of the bed.

“Youji…” Aya whispered, and the other chuckled.

“You’ll forget about him soon enough,” he promised and jumped back out the way he had entered, a for once complacent Aya in his arms.

“I’m just a replacement for Asuka, right?”

Youji stomped around the roof, absolutely furious as the words reverberated in his mind. What the hell had Aya been thinking, saying that? It had only made him angrier, how beautiful the man had looked as he said it. He had left before he hurt the man. It had put him into an almost blind rage when he heard that dead empty voice as he spoke…

“I’m just a replacement for Asuka, right?”

Ch. Like his and Asuka’s relationship had anything like that. He wouldn’t dare play a game with Asuka like that. He would never treat her like that…the way he treated Aya. The blonde frowned at that. He didn’t treat Aya that horribly…

“I’m just a replacement for Asuka, right?”

…right?

He remembered the way he had left Aya, tied to the bed and blinded. The way he had tried to curl up when Youji had gotten angry, trying to become a smaller target. He remembered the banging he had ignored as he had walked up the stairs, Aya trying to escape his confines, the man strong enough to hit the headboard against the wall with his struggles. The whimper of helplessness that he hadn’t been able to hold back, that Youji had tuned out as Aya realised he couldn’t get out. The way he’d flinched when Youji had used his real name in anger for the very first time. When he crossed so many unspoken lines…

Guilt overwhelmed him and he was down the stairs from the roof before he realised it, all anger having evaporated except at himself. Youji’s steps sped up when he couldn’t hear anything, knowing he had left the door open. He paused at the opening, wondering how Aya had escaped and where he had gone. It was then that he noticed a square of green where only black and white should be. Youji stepped farther into then room and the fading smell of chloroform hit him. He snatched up the coloured cloth, staring at the lettering on it.

“Schuldig,” was written in pure white in the corner. He looked around the room, praying it was a joke when he noticed the window was open. He walked towards and saw a piece of paper of the sill. “Finders keepers, losers weepers.” Just as he reached for it, the note was picked up by a wind and it drifted away.

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