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-Part 2- Beneath the Howling
Stars [Saturday Morning. 3am. Weiss Apartment.] A thin figure smoked quietly outside the Kudou’s window. Kudou had
fallen asleep curled up on his bed. He wanted Kudou sleep quietly. He’d better
wake up soon! He finished his cigarette and banged on the window lightly. Yohji sat up sleepily, looking around. He looked over, to see the
fiery redhead peering into his window. He walked over, and leaned against the
window looking to Schuldich. “ I missed you..” “You better have...” Schuldich waited for him to open the door and
let him inside. Kudou opened the door and gently slid his arms around Schuldich. “
I always do..” He swiftly locked it again. Schuldich liked it when he was allowed to come into Kudou’s room.
Of course, the only time that this ever happened was when the others weren't
around. Because, he knew that they would kill Kudou if they found out he was
sleeping with the enemy. That redhead in particular. That nice looking redhead
with the fiery temper. He had had his eye on him for quite some time now. He
would have him, eventually, but, these things took time. And, Schuldich
certainly didn't mind. In fact, he enjoyed waiting. It would make it all the
more enjoyable when he finally did get him into bed. Schuldich reached a hand
down and into the other man's pants as he whispered in his ear. “Did you miss
me? Show me that you did, show me how much you missed me. I want you to beg for
me...” Yohji's eyes widened and he fell back. Harsh whispers came from
Kudou. Begging for Schuldich, begging that he needed him, he wanted him. He
closed his eyes. Nnn, Schuldich knew what Yohji liked far too well. “Louder!” Kudou arched his back and cried out softly. “ I Need you!” God dammit, Kudou could be stupid sometimes. “I want you to say my
name. Say it!” Yohji closed his eyes. “ Schuldich! Schuldich!” he cried his name
louder, but not too loud.. someone could hear. Yes, someone might hear, and that, my dear Kudou, is the whole
point. Schuldich took his hand away and smiled. “You can be really fucking stupid sometimes, you know that?” Sure, he enjoyed fucking the model-like
assassin, but he was getting tired of it. It was getting harder and harder to
imagine the redhead there in his place. He needed the real thing... He was just
as bad as Yohji was. Maybe even worse. “You know what I would really like...?” Yohji looked up. “ Hai...?” “If we were to get that little redhead down here as well...” Yohji frowned, pushing his dark locks from his eyes. “Aya?” “Well, what do you say, hmmmmn? I thought you were into stuff like
that. In fact, I know you like the idea. I know that you're thinking about it
right now. Come on, what are you so worried about...? I know you hit him around
anyway, that’d be interesting to see as well..” Yohji growled. He did with Aya what he pleased. Aya was his. Well.
Sort of. Why did Schuldich have to bring him up? Yohji scowled at the thought
of Aya and Schuldich having sex, but pushed it away. Dammit! Couldn't they just
fuck already? He knew Schuldich wanted it too! He dismissed his nasty comment
and sighed. Yohji sat down, lighting up a cigarette. He blew it out and looked
at the fiery redhead. “ You took no time getting here today. What, Crawford was
too tired to play tonite?” Schuldich smirked. How funny... But true. Crawford had been his
first choice, but of course he didn't get to have him. He was always too busy.
Or too this, or too that. But Kudou, he was never too busy. Little slut that he
was... Indeed, Kudou was quite the slut. It was amusing. Quite amusing.
Yohji walked over and kissed Schuldich lightly. “Want to play downstairs?” Less
chance of anyone hearing. “Sure, what the he...” But he stopped mid-sentence. The rest of
Weiss was home, weren’t they? ... It would be fun to get Kudou into trouble,
ne...? “No...” He pushed the other man back against a wall. “You've already
kept me waiting far too long...” Yohji looked around. Damn! What if someone came in?! Ken had a bad
habit of not knocking, and Omi, dear lord, if Omi walked in.. He fell back, his
eyes flooded with worry. Hell. If all else failed, he could claim Schuldich
attacked and raped him! Yea! That would work! Schuldich crossed his arms and looked at the playboy, awaiting an
answer, even though he already knew what he was going to say. It didn't matter
though. He would have him, whether Kudou agreed to it, or not. Schuldich
sighed. “That's all you ever think about is sex...” Not that that was
really such a bad thing though. He sat down beside him, debating whether or not
to screw him, or leave... Yohji titled his head. “ Thought that's what you wanted.” Schuldich narrowed his eyes. Maybe he wasn't here for sex. Maybe
this time, he was here to kill him. To kill them all. It'd be easy enough...
But, no. Sadly, sex really was all that he was there for. “You know me too
well...” Yohji smirked stupidly. “Yup.” “Urusai.” Schuldich leaned over and kissed him. It had been awhile
since he had seen the man. He had almost forgotten what he felt like. What he
tasted like. Yohji kissed the other man and smiled. He tasted like spaghetti
o's. [Monday
Morning. 4 am.] Aya slept soundly, tired from his drunkenness and wild sex with Ken
from the nights before. Yohji stumbled into his bedroom, pulling Aya out of his
bed, out of his dream. Aya woke up slowly, and saw the chestnut haired man before him. Aya
was pulled quickly into his room. Yohji kissed Aya hard, and pushed him onto
the bed. Aya kissed back lightly, but tried to push Yohji away. Yohji hit him roughly, as warmth pushed down on top of Aya. Yohji
kissed him, his hand sliding down his chest and legs. His free hand hit him, as he continued to kiss. Aya cried softly, his arms pushing, trying to get Yohji off of him.
From the horrible headache he had, he could barely see. He screamed, his cries
muffled by Yohji as he pushed Aya’s face into the pillows. “Iiie, Iie Yohji,
yadda yo!” Aya’s tears dampened the sheets as Yohji pulled away his shorts and
the tiny shirt Aya wore which looked to be Ken’s. He threw them to the floor,
hitting Aya cruelly as Aya cried. “Little slut, wearing his clothes now, eh?” He frowned. “I’m sure it’s so tired because
it was at play all night, hmm?” Aya struggled to push himself up, but Yohji hit
him, pushing him farther into the pillows, so he didn’t wake anyone up. Yohji pulled off his own clothing, and after
sliding Aya’s legs apart, pushed himself quickly inside him, tearing the
redhead, and causing him to bleed. A strangled sob rose from
Aya, as he laid crumpled on top of Yohji’s bed. Thrust, thrust, Aya felt, as he
slowly lost consciousness, drowning in his own tears. Aya laid silently, As
Yohji pulled him up, kissing him gently. Aya pulled away and was slapped
roughly, for refusing him. Night after night, violent sex from Yohji. And he wondered
why Aya had left him. Suddenly, Yohji cried out softly, spilling himself into
Aya, and pulled away. Aya felt Yohji pull out and a final blow was delivered to
his chest as Aya went crashing to the floor onto his back. Aya cried silently
to himself, pulling his arms around his body. He looked around the room and
pulled a sheet around him, wandering back to his own bedroom. Yohji collapsed on his bed as he watched Aya leave. Poor Aya. He
knew he liked it on the inside, but wouldn’t admit it. He would someday. Yohji
was sure of it. Outside, Schuldich smirked as he looked in the window. Good job,
Yohji.. Poor Aya.. he’s slowly being broken. What a pity. [Tuesday. 7 am. Weiss Apartment.] Aya woke up, to a moist pillow, stained with tears. He had a
horrible hangover and was slightly dizzy. He looked up, remembering how he had
walked back into their room crying last night, and Ken had questioned what had
happened. How Aya refused to answer, and said he had a bad dream. He looked
over. Ken had his eyes closed. Aya smiled to himself. He knew Ken was awake.
He’d probably been up, watching over Aya for most of the night, no doubt. He
slipped out of bed, and pulled on a pair of red plaid boxers which were
probably Ken's. He had worn a shirt to bed, not wanting to let Hidaka see the
horrid bruises that crossed his back, and he walked out of the room. He left
the door open in case Ken needed him, and as he walked down the hall, noticed
that Tsukiyono's was open and the boy was on his computer. He growled when he saw
Yohji in the bathroom mirror. “Kudou! Get the hell out of the bathroom!” Kudou set down his comb and narrowed his eyes. “ I'm not done.” Aya growled and slammed the wall with his fist, jolting both Ken and
Omi. He yelled, and knew they could probably hear but he didn't care. “Out!” Yohji narrowed his eyes and grabbed Aya, and slammed him against
the wall. “ I'm not listening to you. I'm not your little lapdog like Hidaka
is.” Aya’s eyes widened, narrowing just as quickly, and suddenly Yohji
cried out in pain as a harsh blow was delivered to his face. Aya sneered. “
Just quit preening like a little girl!” Yohji's emerald eyes widened and Aya was heaved against the wall. A
strangled cry was heard as Yohji's fist flew into Aya's chest. Aya spit up
blood as Yohji punched him again, throwing him to the floor. “Little bitch. How
dare you speak to me that way. I'm sick and fucking tired of taking shit from
you, Fujimiya!” Aya stood up and punched Yohji again, slamming him into some photos
on the wall. He heard Omi scoot his chair back to hear better and pherhaps
leave the room, and knew Ken might do
the same soon. He punched Kudou hard in the face and fell again as another blow
was delivered to his face. “You want to know why I left you for Omi? Because you SUCKED in
bed, Fujimiya!” What a lie. Everyone knew that was a lie. Aya and Yohji had
been together for.. hell, nearly a year! Yohji couldn’t say something like
that, and all of the Weiss boys knew that. Aya jumped up and hit Kudou again, only to receive another blow
which made him nearly cry in pain. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down
his face as Kudou kicked him, sending him to the floor. Poor Aya. He knew
fighting back was worthless, Kudou would always be stronger, and yet he refused
to give up. “That’s why you still bother me, is it not?” He spat. Yohji kicked him again in the chest. “Reminds you a little of last
night, doesn’t it Aya? Oh wait, this reminds you of nearly every night..” He
kicked him harder, and Aya bit his lip to restrain himself from screaming and
fell onto his chest. “What the hell?!” Ken jumped out of bed and rushed into the
bathroom. “Just what the fuck is your problem, Kudou?! You're so god damned
jealous, you know that?! You think that everyone belongs to you, that you can
just fuck them whenever you want? That this whole fucking world just revolves
around you?” Ken was just a tad bit
angry. “Next time you try and touch him, you'll have to get through me, first.” Aya stumbled to his feet and pushed Ken back. He was shocked by Ken's words, but refused
to let Ken get involved.. “Nnn, no. Let me handle this.” He narrowed his eyes.
“ I knew you never cared... I knew you didn't. You know that little black book
of bishounen names? It's gone Kudou. I burned it.” He smirked slightly. Kudou's face rose with anger and he rose his fist, and hit Aya
again, throwing him into the bathroom. “You fucking bitch!” He hit Aya again,
and again, Aya spit up blood and began to cough as Yohji threw him into a wall.
He wondered where Omi was during all this, but he didn't care as he grabbed Aya
and pushed him over by the stairs. Aya swung at him again, and narrowed his eyes. “I don't believe
you!” Kudou lowered his gaze. “ You know, I’ve told you I loved you. But
I guess it means nothing now.” “It never did..” Aya murmered. He hit Aya again, nearly knocking him down the stairs. The boy bled
slightly from his lip, his pale face bruised slightly. Kudou as well was hurt,
but had less wounds than Aya. Omi listened to the others argue and hit each other from inside
the safety of his own room. What was happening to them? First Ken, and now...
It was better before Aya had left Yohji. Before Ken had left him. Why did these
things have to happen? Why couldn't they just go back to normal? To the way
that things used to be... “Damnit Kudou, you just don't listen, do you?!” Ken was terribly angry, and he hated the
fact that Aya wouldn't let him do anything about the situation. Oh, how Ken
wanted to hit that fucking brunette
right in that pretty little face of his! Then we'll see how many dates you
have. Ken had always hated Yohji. Hated the fact that everyone loved him, and
he loved himself. He had no problems. He lived the perfect life. And he had
been with Aya for far longer than Ken had. And worst of all, he worried that he
still wanted him... Aya winced as Yohji picked him up and held him over the stairs. He
frowned and looked at Kudou, and saw... Kudou was crying? His eyes widened and Yohji glared. “The only reason I went to
Omi... I thought you didn't love me anymore.” Aya grabbed Yohji's hands, and begged him not to let him go. Say
anything. Say anything not to die, and the Abyssinian knew this.
“Onegai..onegai, Yohji! I always loved you..no matter what you did to me..
Onegai, Yohji don't do this!” Ken's eyes widened as he heard what Aya was saying.
“What...?” It was said softly, meant
for his ears only. “But, Fujimiya... I thought...” That someone actually cared about me for once. That I actually
meant something to someone. Heh, I should have known better. I really should
have. Good old Hidaka Ken, he'll believe anything you tell him. After all, he
let his 'best friend' almost kill him twice. And then he still felt guilty as
hell for killing him... Yohji frowned. “If you love
me so much.. why did you go to Hidaka?” Yohji shook him. “Dammit why!” Aya screamed angrily. “Because I love him!!! I love Hidaka more than
I will EVER love you Kudou!!” Aya screamed as Yohji pulled him forward over
that spiral staircase banister. He was going to let him go. Aya closed his
eyes. What a rotten way to die. Ken watched helplessly as Aya was held over the stairs. It was as
though he couldn't move. He wanted to, he really did, but he was just so
confused... was he actually hurting Aya more by staying with him? Would it be
better to just go back to the way things used to be? Back to getting along with
each other. Back to being a team. “Yohji... stop...” His voice was soft. Almost afraid. “Enough is enough...” Yohji blinked and looked over at Ken. “Hidaka?” He held Aya and
pulled him back over the stairs, tossing him to the ground. Aya clutched his throat and winced. “All this anger for my love of
Hidaka.. do you hate me that much Yohji?” he panted, and whispered. Yohji looked back. “That’s just it... I don’t hate you, Aya..” He looked back at Ken. He hated the man.
With a passion. But he didn't want Aya back. Not now. He narrowed his eyes.
“Take Fujimiya. I don't want him. He's filthy.” "Fuck you..." He
was still so jealous. Ken walked over and knelt down beside his redhead. “Hey,
you alright...?” He wasn't quite sure what he should be feeling right now.
Upset, hurt, thankful, fortunate, happy, sad... “We need to talk...” He stood
up slowly. “All of us.” Aya winced and looked up. “ Considering I nearly got killed for my
love for you.. do you believe me now?” Ken gave a small nod. Don't hate me for what I'm about to do,
Fujimiya... Yohji narrowed his eyes. “Fine. Call Tsukiyono.” Omi stepped out of his room. “I'm right here...” What was going
to happen...? Fujimiya looked up and saw Ken's dreadful face. If Ken broke it off,
he'd leave. He'd leave Weiss.. he didn't want to lose Ken. Oh god no.. please
no. Aya broke down in tears and left the room As Fujimiya exited the room, Kudou grabbed Hidaka, and pushed him
to the floor. He'd try once more to get Fujimiya back.. if it killed him. “Your
a fuckin wuss, Hidaka. I just held your dear Aya over a staircase and you
didn't try to help him at all! You know, you can't handle Fujimiya.. you won't
be able to handle when he hits you in bed, or when he takes his bad days out on
you. You need someone soft, like Tsukiyono.. you aren't worthy of Fujimiya's
love like I am.. you didn't try to help
him at all!” He smirked down, his dark brown locks pushing around his face,
emerald green eyes filled with anger. He cared about the missions sure, but why
bother being in Weiss if he couldn't have Fujimiya and break Hidaka in the
process? Ken glared up at
him. “Get your fuckin hands off of me...” Aya wouldn't go back to him, no way.
He loved Ken, and that was that. Grrr, and I can too handle it! Honestly, Kudou
was going to get a good beating one of these days... Kudou grinned. “You can barely handle me hitting you.. how could
you handle Aya? He's rough, just look how I am, imagine how tough he must be to
deal with me..and you had Tsukiyono.. your a wuss.” He hit Hidaka, throwing him
to the ground again. Fujimiya heard a commotion but didn't think anything of
it.. Yohji grinned. “Face it. Your a wuss. You don't deserve Fujimiya, if your
not willing to help him when I'm beating the shit out of your i-t-o-s-h-i-i..” “I said, get off of me!” Ken should have hit him sooner, but
seeing as how he was such a nice guy, and Yohji was nothing more than a
bothersome little whore, he thought he'd give him just one more chance. But, he
blew it. Ken didn't like fighting with the others. They were supposed to be his
friends after all, weren't they...? Ken needed all the friends he could get. He
didn't like being alone... He got up to his
feet quickly and threw Yohji into the wall. “Look, Fujimiya's with me now, got
it?!” Christ, what was it going to take to get Yohji to understand that? The
man could be so stupid sometimes...
Yohji narrowed his eyes. Friend or not, Hidaka was going to get his
ass beat. End of story. He punched Hidaka hard, throwing him into the wall. He
kicked him, and Aya stood up, hearing angry yells from Kudou. He opened the
door and his eyes filled with anger as Kudou was hitting Ken repeatedly.
“Little bitch. How dare you fucking speak to me that way??” No, no, this wasn't
supposed to be happening! He didn't hate Kudou, although he probably should
have. He couldn't... Weiß was his family, they were his friends. “What the
hell...” Ken didn't try and fight back. Maybe then he'd just leave him alone.
He'd better. Because pretty soon, Ken was going to lose his temper. Family or
not, Yohji was going to get it. He had .00002 seconds to get his fucking hands
off of him. Or else... Yohji narrowed his eyes, when he saw Fujimiya. He pulled Ken up by
his collar and smirked. “ Hmm.. look.. I was teaching little Weiss brother a
lesson.. “ Fujimiya slammed the door and yelled angrily. “Yamero! Let him go!” Yohji was so full of hate right now. He hated Fujimiya, he hated
Hidaka. at least at the moment. He just didn't want to lose Fujimiya.. He hurt
Ken as he lifted him up. Yohji whispered in his ear before literally hurling
him to the floor. “Wuss..” Maybe it was for the best that they should have
stayed with their own couples.. but if Fujimiya hadn't professed his love to
Hidaka soon, he would have left.. Poor Hidaka. And moreover poor Fujimiya.. was
staying with Hidaka doing him more harm than good? “That's it...!” Ken stood up slowly. It was bad enough that Yohji
had to go and treat him like that, but in front of Fujimiya?! That was just
plain embarrassing! Ken couldn't look bad in front of him. Even though he knew
Aya would understand. It was just the idea of it! And, Kudou was trying to make
him look bad, wasn't he? Fucking little sneak... He'd try anything to get Aya
back, eh? Well, Kenken was quite tired of it. “You know what Kudou...” Ken smiled. Kudou screamed and clutched his face, but he wasn't out of the
clear yet. He grabbed Hidaka and punched him again, sending him spinning off
into Tsukiyono's direction. He hit Hidaka again, while his own face began to
turn red. Fujimiya got angrier.. uh-oh, watch out Kudou! Aya narrowed his eyes. He grabbed Yohji by his collar, and pulled
him up, nearly four inches off the ground! He scowled, his eyes burned with
rage. “ You can hurt me.. you can fuck me.. you can make me cry.. but if you
EVER lay a finger on Hidaka again in front of me, or if I EVER find out at all,
I'll break every one of your damn fingers, Kudou, and I'll fucking KILL YOU!” Yohji trembled underneath Aya, fear visible in his eyes. He'd never
upset Aya that much! Aya usually broke down and cried, but no, oh geez, don’t
let Aya beat on him too! Ken bit his bottom lip and tried not to laugh, despite the fact
that he had just had his ass beaten. It was nice to see Aya sticking up for him
like that, it really was. I mean, he didn't have to, he could have just let Ken
handle things himself. [although that could have been ugly for poor Kenken] Aya
really did care for him, didn't he? Ken stood up and walked over to Aya. “Hey
Fujimiya...” He looked into those violet eyes and smiled. “I'm hungry...” Let's
go out to eat! Ken's mind worked in mysterious ways. It hurt him to be hit and
kicked around like that, sure it did! But, it hurt him even more to see what
was happening to them. Maybe some time apart was what they needed. he hoped
that Aya would take him out somewhere nice. Aya dropped Yohji, who scooted away toward Tsukiyono. Aya nodded.
“Okay.. but let me clean up your wounds first.” He took Hidaka by the hand and
walked him back towards his bedroom. He pushed Hidaka down on the bed, and
quickly pulled off his shirt and his pants. He slid some of his own big black
clothes on Hidaka and gently got a warm cloth that was damp to mend his wounds.
Though Aya still had many of his own, he wanted to help Hidaka first. Hell,
everytime Fujimiya moved he nearly winced. But he was helping his lover. That
comes first! Ken sat up. "“You don't look so good yourself though.” He
smiled. “My hero! I'm just glad you came in there when you did.” He scratched
his head. “Can we go now...?” He was really feeling uncomfortable knowing that
the others were right in the room next door, and he also wanted to talk. They
really did have to talk... Omi stood there for a moment, almost afraid to move or say
anything. “Y-Yohji-kun, daijoubu desu ka?”
He looked over at the other man. In truth, he hoped that he was hurting.
He deserved it. After all, he had hurt Ken, and that, was unforgivable. Aya wiped his own wounds up and changed his clothes, into his lace
up black top. Ooh. Sexy. He smoothed back his hair. The same, scary scowl
showed on his face. He grabbed his keys and Hidaka's hand. “ Let's go.” Ken hopped off of the bed, taking Aya's hand in his as they walked
out of the room and down the stairs. He was a little nervous, he had to admit.
I mean, what was going to become of them? Of their relationship? Things
couldn't go on like this, that's for sure. Something had to be done. But,
what...? Yohji looked down. “I... I hurt.. I hurt so bad.. I've lost
Fujimiya... I have nothing...” He merely glanced up as Fujimiya and Hidaka
walked out the door, and he looked back down, salty tears slid down his cheeks. Aya walked out leaving Yohji and Tsukiyono. He walked outside and
slid into his car. He looked over at Ken and sighed. “ We need to talk.” “Hai...” Ken looked down. Aya would probably tell him that it was
for the good of the group if they just stopped seeing each other for awhile,
ne? And who knows, maybe it was. Ken prepared himself for the worst. Aya frowned. “ I can't stand seeing Yohji beat up on you because of
me. He usually takes all his anger out on me.. I have all the scars to show..
I'm violent I know, but I'm not a bad person!....I know.. that the sake of
Weiss is at stake... demo.. if it means our separating... I will sooner leave
the group.” He looked down at the wheel of the car, wondering Ken's reaction. Ken's eyes widened. “Fujimiya... no, no, don't say that!” The
thought of Weiß breaking up, of never seeing the others again... it was too
much for him. “Fujimiya, listen to me, you can't leave, you need Weiß, you need
to stay here. If worst comes to worst, I can always leave...” It was true,
there were lots of things that Ken could do. But, Aya, he needed to stay. He
needed the money. Ken could get along just fine with a regular job though,
right? Yeah, sure, it'd be fine... He smiled. “And besides, I don't think
anyone will have to go...” Or so he hoped. Aya closed his eyes, remembering all the times Yohji hit him,
screaming at him to be quiet, this is one time where he couldn’t be quiet, he
needed to talk to Hidaka, to work all this out. He frowned. “Iie. If anyone
leaves, it will be me. It's my fault. It's
MINE! I told you I loved you.. because I couldn't hide it..” Ken continued to look at the ground. Things were really getting
screwed up. Now would be a very good time to leave. To just, go away for a
little while. Maybe just until Yohji cooled down. “Aya, I'm leaving.” He didn't
look up at the redhead. He didn't dare make eye contact with him! Aya looked down and threw the keys at Hidaka. He got out of the car
and started to walk down the street. Just leaving instead of watching Hidaka
leave looked real nice about now. Or god forbid, going back inside with Kudou.
Fujimiya bit his lip, feeling the iron taste of blood as he sat down on a curb
up the street and nearly cried. He hated this. It was decided. he was leaving
Weiss, maybe then he could really live... away from Kudou.. but the thought of
leaving Hidaka killed him. Ken stayed in the car and watched him for a minute. Damnit Hidaka!
Sometimes you could be really stupid! Really fucking stupid... Ken wasn't quite
sure what to do. He hated being forced to make decisions like this... it was
awful, and he had never been very good when it came to making important
choices. His bike was right around back, it would be so easy to just go away
and forget about everything for awhile... Ken hesitated for a moment before
opening the door and stepping out. Aya wouldn't look up. He refused. He was miserable. He'd hurt
Hidaka. He shook his head silently, whispering softly to himself. “I shouldn’t
have left Kudou, I’ve dragged Hidaka in it, and hurt him.. I wouldn’t blame him
if he didn’t care anymore..” But Ken did care, Aya. And that's exactly why he decided to leave.
Not forever, of course, but just long enough to give them both some time to
think. He walked quietly around back and stood there for a moment. He wanted to
say goodbye, but he knew that it was best to just leave. Ken was never very
good with good-byes, you know. Aya silently walked past where Ken was, murmuring softly. “I'm
leaving. I can’t take it, having Hidaka hate me for god knows what, Kudou and..
god.. how to tell Kudou I'm quitting.
He’ll beat the shit out of me if he knows his toy is leaving..” He didn't even know Hidaka was there. His
eyes were dark again, the usual scowl across his face. He didn't want to go.
But he thought Hidaka didn't care. What a waste, to walk out in such a fight. He
leaned against the wall before walking in. “God damnit,
Fujimiya!” Ken rushed out, and grabbed
Aya by the collar, and threw him up against the wall. “Will you just listen to
me! You're not going anywhere, I'm the only one who's leaving, and I'll be back
for christ's sake!” Poor Kenken was under a lot of stress. Aya narrowed his eyes. “Get off me. For someone who's under stress,
you shouldn't be going anywhere.” He pulled away and winced. Ken had hurt Aya's
wounds. Wounds over wounds that Kenken didn’t know about. “Fine, you know what, leave, just go ahead and leave!” Ken threw
up his arms. “I don't fucking care anymore!” He was usually so friendly and
full of smiles and laughter. Yikes... Aya glared at him.. but it wasn't anger.. that was... sadness. he
frowned. “What is it you wanted to talk about.” “I don't want to talk about anything! All I want, is for you to
listen, but, seeing as how that isn't going to happen anytime soon, I'm
leaving! Good-bye!!!” Ken took a deep
breath and watched as the redhead stood there. Ok, so maybe he was overreacting
just a bit here... Aya grabbed Ken. “Gomen nasai.. I'm listening.. onegai.. please
don't leave me alone.” “But, Aya... what are we gonna do? If I stay here, then things
will only get worse, we'll never be able to get anything done...” and, wasn't
that the sad truth? Wouldn't they just end up fighting and beating the hell out
of each other day after day until one of them left? Until all of them left...? Aya grabbed Hidaka and hugged him gently. “Things won't get worse..
unless we let them. Leave Yohji and Tsukiyono for a while.. let them cool off..
let's go.. somewhere.. anywhere! I just want to be alone with you.. onegai..” Ken closed his
eyes and put his arms around the redhead. “Alright...” He didn't really want to
leave, of course he didn't. He just wanted things to go back to normal, that's
all. Some time away from the others might help, I suppose. It sure as hell
couldn't hurt. Aya nuzzled him gently. “Gomen nasai.. for yelling.. I .. I hate
seeing Yohji hit you, when all he does is hurt me.. his violent ways have
caused me to be violent.. and I lash out sometimes when I'm angry.. gomen
nasai.. my beloved Kenken..” He sighed, and nuzzled him softly. “ I'll take you
wherever you want to go.. choose..” Ken understood perfectly.
It was alright, everything would be alright now. “Come on, I'm still hungry,
you know.” Yeah, that's right! He still wanted Aya to take him out. He grabbed
hold of his hand and led him back over to the car. Aya and Ken climbed into the
car as he started it up. they peeled away with a still crushed Yohji and
baffled Omi inside the shop. He smiled weakly, his face still a little red from his yelling match
with Hidaka. “'Tch, where you wanna go, li'l man?” “Hmmn... I dunno, is there anywhere in particular that you'd like
to go? After all, you're buying.” Ken smiled. “Err, just kidding, heh...” He
didn't want Aya to hit him. Aya smirked. “Okay. I'll pay. No no. You choose. I insist.” “Ok, well, let's see... why don't we just check into a hotel, and
order ourselves up some room service.” He looked over at the redhead, waiting
for his reaction. Geez, Aya sure was being awfully nice. Ken was happy. It was
nice to see themselves getting along so well, even after that little incident
back there. 'Hidaka, you really can be
such a dumbass sometimes,' he thought to himself. He had almost lost the
best thing that had ever come into his life. Aya snickered. “ Okay. Does that room service include sex?” He
pulled out his wallet. “I actually say that's a good idea.. considering how
badly Yohji is getting along with everyone.” He sat back in his seat, adding
things up in his head. After flipping through his wallet he looked over. “Yah.
I have enough from last weeks bills and stuff. I say it’s a plan, ‘least I can
get some sleep for onc--” Aya stopped speaking as
Ken looked over oddly at his comment about sleep, but brushed it off and
smiled. “Yup, sounds good!” He looked out the window. It was still pretty early
out, around 10:00 or 11:00, I guess. He thought about how nice it would be to
just stay away forever, to just forget about everything that had ever happened.
To just leave it all behind. And why shouldn't he feel that way? I mean, he had
almost left with Yuriko, and hell, he didn't even like her all that much! Just
the thought of running away from it all, it was so tempting. Even more so now
that he had his lover here with him. Aya drove off, and pulled into a random hotel parking lot. A nice
one, mind you. One near the hospital Aya-chan was at. He grabbed his lover and
pulled him along side him as he walked in. After signing in and tossing down
some money, they walked up the stairwell to room #906. He unlocked the door and
walked in. After sitting down silently on the floor, he looked up. “Ken kun? ....are you okay after all that happened
today?” He nodded. “Yeah, of
course...” Being here with Aya was all that he cared about now. As long as he
had Aya, he didn't need anyone else. Anything else, for that matter. He looked
around the room. “Are you sure we can afford this, Fujimiya...?” He knew about
the hospital bills, and he also knew that they weren't going to just pay for
themselves. He sighed. “For a night, yea. I need the hell away from Yohji. It's
not very expensive.” He gently reached up from where he collapsed on the floor
to touch his lover’s hand. “Hidaka.. come.. be with me..” Ken slid off of the bed and down onto the floor next to Aya. “I
don't want you to have to spend all your money on me...” Ken would help pay for
the cost, of course, but still, he couldn't help feeling incredibly guilty
about it. Knowing that every cent that was spent on him, was being taken away
from Aya-chan, Fujimiya’s little sister. He smiled. “Tch’. Tsukiyono never spent yen on you? Deal with it, I
do it for four of you all time, fixing the TV, ordering sushi. Get used to it.
It’s yen. Nothing big. I can get more,
Hidaka. It's just the latest mission, plus alot of it Yohji owed me. I already
paid Aya's hospital bills for this month, if that's what your worrying.. it's
okay...” he sighed, and wished Ken wouldn't act so uncomfy towards him! Ken gave a weak smile and nodded. He did feel uncomfortable, even
though he was glad to finally have some time alone with the redhead. He just,
couldn't help it. I mean, it was hard to be happy at a time like this. There
was just too much going on right now for him to focus on them. That was another
one of Ken's problems. He often found it difficult to focus on just one thing. Aya slid up and laid on top of Ken lightly, and nuzzled him. He was
hell bent on getting his mind on just them! Even he had to be rough to get
Kenken to enjoy it he would! He swore.. he would! He nuzzled him gently,
licking his neck and the crook of his shoulders. “Come on Ken, relax.. I feel
your tensions...” Poor Aya-kun, Ken knew that he wanted him to relax, but, he just
couldn't! He sat up. “Fujimiya...” but,
he didn't know what to say... That was the whole problem. For once, Ken didn't
know what to say. Because, he didn't know what he wanted. Was this what he
wanted...? It was all so confusing to him... Aya stood up, knowing Ken was upset and sat on the bed on the other
side of the room, leaving Hidaka alone. He laid down after a second, his back
to Hidaka, crimson locks pushed against the semi-soft pillow, and he pulled his
jacket off, and tossed it to the floor. How messy. “Fujimiya, what's going to happen to us...?” It was a question
that Ken was almost afraid to ask. “I.. I just wanna stay here with you, like
this, forever.” Forever was a big deal, and Ken knew that. That's why he said
it, of course. “I don't wanna go back there. Ever...” Aya's back stiffened. He didn’t turn over, as he had nearly begun to
cry. “Forever?” He uttered. The word had been told to him everyday by Yohji,
and had meant nothing. But hearing it spoken from Ken’s lips, sounded as if,
well, it would really be true. “ Ken.. I...”
A tear slid down his cheek. He wanted so desperately to get up and hug
his lover but he still hurt from Yohji's beating and didn't want to move. A
weak smile crossed his face.. but he didn't know what to do. “I don’t want to
go back either. I want to be with you, to watch the sunset and the moon rise,
to hold your hand when the birds sing and the flowers open at dawn..” “Hmmn?” Ken could hardly
believe what he was hearing. He was happy though, at last, he was happy.
“Fujimiya... do you really mean that?” He had to be sure that he had heard him
correctly. He got up and walked over, and sat down beside Aya, and hugged him,
pulling him into his lap. Aya’s words repeated softly in his head, the most
passionate words Aya had told him yet. Aya nuzzled him. “Of course..” He sat up and kissed Hidaka’s cheek
softly, and laid down against him, resting his head on Ken’s shoulder. Ken hugged him, wrapping slim arms around him as if to keep him
warm, and sighed. “We should go back though... we have to.” He wasn't going to
be greedy and keep him from his sister. She needed him more than Ken did, and
in order for Aya to help her, he would have to stay with Weiss. It was just a
fact. He nodded, not moving from his warm spot on Ken’s shoulder. “Hai..
we’ll go back to Weiss tomorrow morning. Tonite.. we're forgetting all about
it.. it's just you 'n me....” he growled, but playfully. “Understand?” Ken laughed and nodded. “I can deal with that.” He looked into his
lover's eyes. That was one thing that Ken had always loved so much about him.
Those eyes of his, they were incredible... He yawned. “Friday was fun, ne? Do
you even have any idea how drunk you were, Fujimiya?!” Aya smiled. “I remember throwing myself into a wall. That hurt. Uhm,
I want sake. Order me some, dammit.” Aya slid his arms around Ken's waist, and
pulled himself down, twisting his body wierdly so that his head was in Ken's
lap, looking up to him. It was hard to do, since Aya had been previously
sitting in his lap, but he accomplished it. He smiled up at the boy, his eyes
dancing. “I dunno if that's such a good idea...” Ken smiled. “Are you sure
you know what you're getting yourself into there, Fujimiya?” He looked back. “Yeah. Get sake.” Ken nodded. Yes, this would certainly be one interesting night...
He picked up the phone and dialed up room service. “Yeah, hi there, ummn, I'm
in room #906, and I'd like to order up some french fries, some, oh, some ice
cream, we definitely need that! And, uh, some sake... can't forget that
either.” He held the phone away for a minute. “Geez, Fujimiya, we should have
checked the menu or somethin first to make sure they had all this stuff. ” He
waited patiently while the person at
the other end totaled everything up for them. He laughed lightly. Ice cream? Oh god. He pounced Ken and pulled up
his shirt, and gently suckled his chest as Ken was on the phone. He wondered
how the brunette would react to that! “Fujimiya, I'm on the phone here!” The other person came back on
the line. “What?! What a rip off this place is!” He looked up at Aya.
“Nevermind, we'll just take the icecream, and your cheapest bottle of wine.” Aya pouted, pulling away from Ken. “Japanese hotels suck.” And then his eyes lit up. “ I have sake in
the car!” He bolted out the door and came back a few minutes later with two
bottles of warm sake. Oh well. Warm's better than nothing! He set em down and
pounced Ken again, pushing him back against the bed, curled up on him again. Ken looked up at him and smiled. “You know what, Fujimiya, I'm
starting to think that if you had to pick, you'd choose sake over me.” He
laughed. The sooner they got drunk, the more fun they would have, right? Ken
was still a little uncomfortable, but, everything would be all better soon.
Just as soon as they brought up the wine and the icecream! Aya gently poured a little sake, and fed it to Ken. “ Come on, get
drunk with me..” He smirked. This would be fun. He drank his own sake, and
before he had finished off his first bottle and was becoming a drunken Aya
again. He licked his lover again, kissing him sloppily and he made quick work
of throwing Ken's shirt elsewhere so he could play. He feasted dark violet eyes
on Ken's chest and smiled. “Oohh.” Ken laughed some more. He was a bit tipsy himself, which didn’t
make the situation much better. But Aya was so funny when he was drunk! “I see
the way that you're lookin at me there, Fujimiya!” He smiled. “And you can just
wait! Room service'll be here any minute!” Aya shrugged. “ I don’t care.. they can wait..” he gently bit Ken,
so lightly that it was more like a nip. Unfortunately, Aya could get violent
when sex and drunkenness was involved.. he hoped Ken could handle it. That was
the only slight problem. But by Ken’s reaction to the bite, it didn’t look to
be too much of a problem. Finally, there was a knock at the door, and Ken hopped off the bed
to go and answer it before Aya could. Now that, could be bad! He opened the
door a little and grabbed everything. “Thanks!” He slammed the door shut again.
Sorry, no tip for you! Ken had more important things to worry about. “Alright,
Fujimiya, it's just us now!” Ken
sighed. Whatever Aya wanted was just fine by him. I mean, as long as Aya was
happy, he was happy. He grabbed the bottle of wine. “What do ya say we open
this!” Aya shook his head. “I’ve had enough..” He gently placed butterfly
kisses down Ken's back, hoping he'd open up and kiss him, hell, even for him
just to relax would make the redhead happy. Ken turned around and looked at the redhead. “Aya...” He leaned
his head against his shoulder. Ken was just happy to have some time alone with
him. Just being there with him was enough for Ken. But, of course, when Aya got
drunk, he got rough. Ken was ready for him though! Aya pushed him down onto the bed. He kissed Ken, bringing the boy
closer to him again. He enjoyed Ken’s warmth as his body was pressed against
Hidaka’s, and the feeling of Ken breathing against his neck. Just the little
things. Ken wrapped his arms around the redhead and brought him closer.
"Fujimiya, I..." He smiled. "I think I need some more
sake!" Yeah, alright, so Ken was still feeling just a little uneasy. But
that was acceptable. Alot had happened in the course of a week. [Back at Kitty In the House Flowershop] Omi closed the shop up early that day. He was upset. Too upset to
work, and all those girls asking questions about where the others were only
made matters worse. Yohji was still shocked by Aya's behavior as he sat upstairs,
waiting for Omi. Even Tsukiyono had been so cold towards him. He smoked a
cigarette silently. It had been five hours since Aya and Hidaka had left. As
Omi came upstairs, Yohji looked at him mournfully. “ Tsukiyono... I’m lonely..
come play..” “Fuck you...” Omi could be quite cold when he wanted to. How dare
he tell him to come play after he had done that to Ken. After he had made Ken
go away... Yohji stared at Omi. “Tsukiyono! Don't walk away from me
Tsukiyono!!” He jumped up and walked over. “Look, Ken will be back. And you'll
have Hidaka all to yourself.. I promise..” “How can you say that when you know it's not true?!” Omi glared
at him. “And, it's your fault he's gone, it's your fault that they're both
gone!” [Back at the Hotel] Ken was pretty drunk as he had begun making out with Aya. He had
gotten slightly out of control and had pounced Aya. Aya was practically gone, and pushed his tongue far into Ken’s
mouth, pushing the bedsheet off of Ken, fingers sliding over his nipples,
turning them into tiny nubs. Ken grabbed him, moaning loudly and kissed Aya, pulling at Aya’s
shirt, kicking off his own pants and licking Aya’s chest lightly. As he opened
his eyes he spied bruises all down Aya’s chest. “Aya...?” Aya opened his eyes, and saw Ken sliding his hand over his chest,
looking concerned. Aya, Aya where did these come from? These aren’t the ones from
this morning, it’s obvious.” No. These were old wounds. Fresh ones laced the
older ones, yes, those were from this morning, but these. Sure, they had
missions, but they’d gone on so many, Aya nearly never got hurt. Aya bit his lip, and looked down. His face turned red, and fear
struck his eyes. “I-iie, Ken..” he whispered. Ken gently kissed Aya’s wounds, his lips licking over the purple
bruises and welts as Aya whined lightly, at the cool feeling and warm breath
over his chest. “Aya, tell me.. Where did these come from?” Aya closed his eyes and choked it out. “It’s nothing.. nothing..” Ken scowled, shaking his head. He ran his thumb over Aya’s cheek, and
looked deeply into his violet eyes. “No, no Aya, who did this to you..tell
me..” “I don’t know..” Aya choked on the words, as if it were to kill him
to have told. Aya began to cry, and
gently slid his arms around Ken’s waist, holding him tightly. His crimson hair,
dampened, clung to his face as he cried. “Who? Was it KUDOU?” Ken inquired angrily. No way. No way someone
would hurt his Fujmiya again. Once again he hadn’t been there for Aya. But not
anymore. If it was Kudou, he was going to die. Aya arched his back, crying harder, hesisantly nodded. “No, No,
Please stop!” Aya begged. Ken began to rub his back. “No way. Just wait until we get home
and find out.. I'll make whoever did this pay for it, believe me I will!” Ken
put an arm around him. “Don't worry Aya, I'll never let anyone touch you again,
I promise.” And, that was a big deal coming from Ken, seeing as how he hadn't
been able to stand up to anyone yet. That wasn't poor Kenken's fault though.
Usually Aya had managed to take care of himself just fine. He didn't need Ken's
help. Or, so he had always thought. Aya cried. “Please, no.. I’m sorry, I’m sorry..” Ken shook his head. “Nah,
don't say that. Of course you haven't done anything wrong. I won’t even tell
the others, don’t worry...” Sure, Ken had a big mouth, but he wasn't about to
go and talk about something like this with anyone else! Aya pulled the sheets tightly around him. He looked down. He hadn't
even wanted to tell Ken. He didn't even tell him the whole truth. About his
bruises. Aya refused to mention Yohji at all. Fujimiya glanced down at his
hands, which we cut up lightly. He'd wanted to yesterday. But got scared. He
didn't want to die. He didn't want to lose Hidaka. Lose him to Tsukiyono. Ken didn't say anything. He wasn't quite sure what to say. He had
never been very good with conversations
like these... Anytime they had to talk about something important, Ken
would always make jokes about it. That's just the way he was. He was worried
that if he opened his big mouth at a time like this, something inappropriate
might come out. And, the last thing he wanted to do was upset Aya any further.
“Is there anything I can do for you...?” He couldn't get in trouble for trying
to help, right? Ken nodded and climbed
overtop of Aya. He felt sorry for Aya,
but at the same time, he couldn't understand why he hadn't killed the person
who had done this to him. Oh well, no matter. Ken would, that's for damned
sure! He knew it was Kudou, but even if it was Aya wouldn’t say. He had reason to,
Ken supposed. He was probably scared out of his mind. So this was why Aya had
been so touchy. Funny, he hadn’t noticed them that night in the flowershop...
He was careful to be gentle with Aya, although he was extremely upset. “These weren’t here the night that we were in the shop, were they,
A-yan?” He rubbed Aya’s back softly. Aya looked up. “Iie.” He looked down, and pulled at the elongated
golden bar that hung from his ear. He knew Ken knew he was lying. Aya just knew
it, and the thought made him feel worse.
“When did you get them?” Ken asked softly. But Aya wouldn’t
respond. Ken wondered what Aya was thinking. It worried him when he got all
quiet like that all of a sudden. It meant that he was contemplating something
important. “Fujimiya, are you alright...?” Aya looked up. Fear was all that registered in his eyes, as he
backed up slightly. He leaned out, and kissed Ken. Ken was glad that Aya was kissing him. Well, of course he was!
But, he wasn't sure why he was. “Aya..” His eyes fluttered open, and sparkling violet shined at him as he
closed them again. “ I.. don’t worry about it, okay?” “Hey, we can go back if you want. It might help you to be around
the others too. I know I'm not really much help...” Omi was very good with
things like this, though. And Kudou... well, screw Kudou. Aya frowned and clutched a sheet, watching his knuckles turn white.
“Iie. Iie!” He uttered. He trembled slightly at the thought of going back to
Kudou. He murmured softly under his breath about Kudou killing him if he found
out he’d told.. Ken's eyes widened, and picked up on bits and pieces of what Aya
said. More and more seemed to make sense, but Ken refused to jump to any
conclusions. “Oh, sorry. Bad idea, I guess...” But, they couldn't very well
stay in this room forever. “What do you want to do then?” Aya got up, and dressed slowly. He moved like he couldn't do
anything, and he winced, from the pain in his back. After pulling on a pair of
jeans. He looked at Ken oddly, and moved away. “Anou.. I’ll be back..” Ken was scared to do anything to Aya. He thought that that would
only make things even worse. “Fujimiya, what's wrong with you?” Aya cursed silently. He grabbed his shirt, pissed off, and walked
around the room for his car keys. He finally picked them up, and after kicking
on his shoes, he combed thin fingers through his hair and walked out the door.
He leaned against the wall, not closing the door fully, and tried to walk down
the hall. He ran into the wall, and closed his eyes, breathing harshly. He slid
down to his knees, dropping the keys, and slid his fingers into his hair,
trying to push away the pain, as everything s l o w l y w e n t
b l a c k. Ken sat there for a
moment, wondering what the hell his problem was. Him. He was the problem. Yup,
because Ken could never do anything right, hmmm? He got dressed quickly though,
and went out into the hall, not even bothering to look for his shoes. “Fuji...”
Well, Aya was still right outside the door. “Hey, is something wrong...?” Aya opened amethyst eyes and fuzzily looked around the hall. He
could barely see, so he reached his hand out to the first thing he could grab.
Which were his car keys. So he was still in the hall... geez, he hoped Hidaka
hadn't found him. That would have sucked. He tried to get up, and banged his
head again. Cursing loudly, he opened his eyes and saw a figure before him. It
looked like... it looked like... Yohji. “ Ku’so!” “Shh, calm down Fujimiya, it's just me.” Ken smiled. “Come on,
let's get you back into the room before you die on me.” Oops... maybe he
shouldn't have said that. Maybe Ken shouldn't say anything else for the rest of
the night. “I mean...” He took Aya by the arm and helped him up. “You'd better
get some rest.” Aya smiled lightly, and clung to Hidaka. “Hidaka? Is... is it you?” “Huh? Yeah, of course it's
me. Who else would it be?” Fujimiya sure was acting funny. “Here, let me help
you over to the bed.” He pulled his arm away and took a step back. He looked like
Yohji, but what would Aya know? He had
just passed out, and something was obviously wrong. He looked at him, his eyes
were widened with fear slightly. He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead.
What was wrong? Ken never acted so suspicious on him. It couldn't be... yet no
harsh names were called... could it really be Hidaka? "Fujimiya, what's wrong with you?!" Sure, Ken wasn't a
big help when it came to talking about things like this, but, he didn't really
know what to say, that's all. Did Aya want to talk about it, or just forget
about it? Did he want Ken to be affectionate, or just leave him the hell alone?
Ken was scared to go near him. Aya sat down on the bed, and studied his face, but couldn’t see
well, considering his eyes were still fuzzy.
“My throat hurts.. Yohji-kun hurt... and Ken-kun, Ken’s ...Ken
tasukete..” He looked around, and trembled slightly and suddenly began to cry. Ken didn't know what to do. “It is me, Fujimiya! Look, I'm right
here!” He walked over to him. “I think you'd better lie down. Come on, let me
help you up.” Aya pulled away, refusing to move. “Leave me alone!” “Fujimiya, what's the matter with you? It's me, look, I'm right
here, I'm standing right in front of you!” Ken was starting to get upset. Why
didn't Aya know it was him? “What do you want me to do?!” Man, if this had been Yohji, he would have beaten Aya long ago..
wait... Aya... hadn’t... been hit.. Aya moved his hand and looked up. He
studied Hidaka's face, his violet eyes trembling lightly. He suddenly reached
out and touched Ken's fingertips, and breathed slightly easier. “Ken-kun..” He
blinked, and slid his knees back up close to his body. He closed his eyes
again, and winced. “Onegai.. Hidaka, make the pain go away...” Ken knelt down beside the redhead and put his arms around him.
“Aya... I'm sorry about what happened. And I'm sorry that I wasn't there to
help you all those times that you needed me. And I'm sorry that I'm still not
able to make you feel better, even now.” Aya reached up and hugged him gently. It felt nice, to just have him
nearby. He remained silent, wanting to tell him so badly what Yohji does, so he
could be there.. but he didn’t know what to say.. so he stayed silent, but
gently nuzzled Ken's cheek “You’re here now... Yohji.. he can't hurt me now...
he ...can't....hurt...” He closed his
eyes, and drifted off to sleep. Ken stroked Aya’s crimson hair. Too much of it pieced together.
But they had just had a mission, and Omi and Aya both got hurt. Pherhaps?
Besides, Aya said alot of things last time he was drunk that meant nothing. Ken
shook his head. It wasn’t good to jump to conclusions.. but when it concerned
his beloved Aya, he almost wanted to. He watched Aya until dawn, until the
redhead woke up. After they both showered they returned home. To an empty
house. “Anou.. Ken, about yesterday..” Aya said quietly, sitting down at
the kitchen table. Ken frowned. “Something happened to you, whether it be on our
missions, or not. Someone seriously hurt you.” He walked over and kissed Aya’s
forehead softly. “I’m worried about you.. please don’t hide things from me.. I
love you too much to see you hurt.” Aya looked up and nodded. “Ah.. hai.” He wanted to tell Ken so bad.
But he couldn’t. He just.. couldn’t. [To Be Continued.] |