NR part 11: "Why mess with tradition?"
The previous installments are available in my Memories here.
"No Reason" part 11/?
By Viridian5
2003 - present
RATING: R; Aya/Yoji. If m/m interaction bothers you, pass this by.
SPOILERS: "Verbrechen/Strafe," vagueness for the CDs, and Glühen.
SUMMARY: The team--and its members--falls apart.
ARCHIVAL/DISTRIBUTION: No, not yet. This is a trial run of a piece of an unfinished fic.
DISCLAIMERS: All things Weiß Kreuz belong to Koyasu Takehito, Project Weiß, Polygram k.k., and Animate Film. No infringement intended.
NOTES: Sequel to "Reason." I start off somewhat AU--since just having Aya resume a relationship with his sister in "Reason" was screwed by Glühen--then go utterly AU after Glühen. Though the beginning of the story takes place inside Glühen. You'll see.
Thanks to syvia, bardsley, fluffymaru, and tarot_card_ for pre-reading.
I used VAST's Nude as the soundtrack for a lot of this.
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"No Reason" part 11
By Viridian5
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When the alarm went off Yoji tried to flail around looking for the clock he needed to smack into silence but the lovely body tangled with his restrained him somewhat. He fleetingly thought, "Asuka," before he remembered. Not Asuka, Aya. Aya, who made adorable grumpy noises as he turned the alarm off and the lamp on.
"Is it really that early?" Yoji moaned as he looked at the clock. He didn't want to be awake, out of bed, and separated from Aya's warm, alluring self.
"Yes. Airport," Aya answered, eyelids at half-mast, as he picked up the clothes he'd set out for the day. "Shower will wake us up more."
"Hey."
Aya's mouth twitched into a smile. "Shower separately. We want to get out of here soon."
Although Yoji saw the sense in that, he answered, "No fun."
"Yeah," Aya agreed as he walked into the bathroom.
The feeling of having Aya nearby and the gentle sound of the shower running put Yoji back to sleep. He awoke to Aya shaking him, a few little droplets of water falling from his damp hair onto Yoji's skin. "Get up, Yoji. We have to get going."
"Don' wanna...."
"I'm leaving no matter what you decide to do."
"Bastard." Yawning, Yoji trudged out of bed and gathered some clothes to take into the bathroom.
"I'm going to make sure Ken's awake while you're in the shower."
"Yeah."
The shower woke Yoji up a bit more, but he still felt like the walking dead. At least he hadn't had any more freaky nightmares.
He returned to the bedroom in time to hear the end of Ken asking, "--medication?" At least Ken looked tired too.
Aya answered, "I'll take it at the gate. I want to be alert during the cab ride."
"Do you really think something will happen?"
"I hope nothing will, but I'll feel safer with my senses sharp and ready."
"As sharp as your pain?"
"It's not as bad as it was. Really."
Yoji wondered about that but didn't challenge Aya on it. Instead he asked, "We'll be eating breakfast at the airport?"
"It's not like they set anything up here so early."
"I'm done with my room," Ken said. "Let's finish here and get going. The car should arrive soon."
Yoji felt kind of attached to this room--a lot had happened here--but he finished packing and left with them without saying anything about it. Besides, he was too busy listening to Aya bitching them out for refusing to let him carry any of the baggage. When they finished checking out they saw the cab waiting for them outside.
Inside the cab, Aya remained almost Abyssinian silent and focused while Ken fidgeted. With his excitement, nervousness, and hunger, Yoji felt nearly sick to his stomach and hoped he could grab some decent food in the airport to settle him down.
Although they made it through check-in and security just fine, Aya began to show his fatigue and pain after they'd started their wait at the gate they were departing from. A stranger would mistake it for sullen anger, but Yoji knew better. "Take your meds and grab a nap, Aya."
"We have only a half hour to wait," Aya protested. "We're out in the open here--"
"Ken and I will guard you, here and on the plane."
"A short nap will probably make me groggier and grumpier."
Unfortunately, Aya was probably right. "Damn."
Aya nearly smiled in reaction to that. "I'll take the medication on the plane and nap there."
"I'll pick us up some breakfast, then."
Food and tea helped settle all of them, and Aya held himself together through the wait and boarding. Once seated, he didn't even protest when they handed him the tablets and a bottle of water.
Yoji had to say, "Good boy."
Aya made an obscene gesture in response, but he looked much cuter when he passed out 15 minutes later with his head resting on Yoji's shoulder. They'd considered how they wanted the seating arrangement on the plane and decided that Aya would get the aisle seat so he wouldn't have to bend and fold himself to get out if he needed the lavatory. Yoji had demanded the middle seat and let Ken get the window seat. Thankfully, Ken hadn't argued. Much.
Aya looked so cute napping on Yoji's shoulder, even though his head felt damned heavy. His face smoothed out by sleep and the escape from pain, he looked younger and... sweet. Yoji wanted to cuddle him.
Yoji felt guilty over his gratitude that their reunion happened right after Aya had gotten injured. It sounded *horrible*. Still, would Aya have given in to him so quickly otherwise? Aya's stubbornness, defensive walls, and prickly pride could be formidable. Instead, Aya had arrived vulnerable and weary, *needing* him, and it felt good and reassuring to be needed. It gave Yoji a purpose.
Besides, things Ken and Aya said about it made Yoji think that the nearly fatal experience had served as a wakeup call for Aya and shown him that he really didn't want to die yet. Yoji might have been able to help him with that if he had to, but it worked so much better when Aya discovered it on his own.
Ken had a somewhat goofy look on his face as he looked across Yoji to watch Aya sleep. Yoji had to ask, "When the hell did *this* start?"
"This?"
"You about Aya."
"I don't have to answer that."
"We have a long, boring flight sitting together, and you know my powers of annoyance increase when I'm bored."
After making a sound of frustration, Ken leaned against Yoji a bit so he could be heard while whispering. "Do you remember when Persia told us to leave the school mission unfinished?"
"Vaguely."
"Aya refused to obey."
"Okay, *that* I definitely remember. But weren't you the one telling Aya that he *had* to obey and Persia's order was absolute or some shit?"
"In the shock of the moment, yeah, but afterward I kept thinking about it. I remembered that once upon a time we were given the option of refusing to do things. Omi hadn't been the one to change that, but he hadn't changed it back when he became the one who handed the missions down. Aya was refusing to leave because people, *kids*, were in danger and the people who were behind it needed to be stopped. That's supposed to be what the team is about. With kids' lives in danger, it didn't matter to him that Kritiker would send a team to kill him for refusing to obey."
For Weiß, that was romance. "That's when you fell in love?"
"I don't know if you can pin the exact moment to that, but that's when I realized that I needed to help him be that and needed to be with him. I offered to run off and be real Weiß with him, but he refused me. He didn't want assassins coming after me too." Ken smiled ruefully. "I think I also annoyed him by asking the way I did. Anyway, it turned into a punching match."
"Why mess with tradition?"
"Yeah." The fond look turned sad. "But then the mission ended the way it did, and there was no way I could make a move on him while he sat at your bedside daily desperately hoping you'd wake up. When he couldn't take it anymore and Mamoru assigned him to the United States, I could've said something to him but couldn't figure out what the hell to say. Was I supposed to tell him not to be so miserable because you may have been a coma but I was ready to slip right in? No. So he left without another word, and I got... a little crazier for a while after that."
What would Yoji have done if he'd regained his memories but Aya and Ken had become an item? What would *Aya* have done? Damn, he was lucky.
Ken continued, "Then we almost *lost* him.... You're serious about being with Aya, right?"
"Totally."
"Because if you're not serious or you change your mind, or if you fuck with his head," Ken said softly but with feeling, "I will *kill* you. Literally. He's been through enough."
"We all have."
"...yeah."
"I have no intention of toying with him. I know how lucky I am to get this second chance, and I know I almost lost him in New York."
"Keep all that in mind."
Aya murmured and moved restlessly. Yoji put the blanket over him more securely and let himself stroke Aya's hair once. In such a public place he couldn't do more.
But, damn, Aya's head was *heavy*. Yoji hadn't given any thought before to how much a head weighed and how bony his own shoulder was. It would be a *long* flight.
Ken already had headphones on, off in his own little world. Sighing, Yoji opened one of his magazines.
"No Reason" part 11/?
By Viridian5
2003 - present
RATING: R; Aya/Yoji. If m/m interaction bothers you, pass this by.
SPOILERS: "Verbrechen/Strafe," vagueness for the CDs, and Glühen.
SUMMARY: The team--and its members--falls apart.
ARCHIVAL/DISTRIBUTION: No, not yet. This is a trial run of a piece of an unfinished fic.
DISCLAIMERS: All things Weiß Kreuz belong to Koyasu Takehito, Project Weiß, Polygram k.k., and Animate Film. No infringement intended.
NOTES: Sequel to "Reason." I start off somewhat AU--since just having Aya resume a relationship with his sister in "Reason" was screwed by Glühen--then go utterly AU after Glühen. Though the beginning of the story takes place inside Glühen. You'll see.
Thanks to syvia, bardsley, fluffymaru, and tarot_card_ for pre-reading.
I used VAST's Nude as the soundtrack for a lot of this.
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"No Reason" part 11
By Viridian5
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When the alarm went off Yoji tried to flail around looking for the clock he needed to smack into silence but the lovely body tangled with his restrained him somewhat. He fleetingly thought, "Asuka," before he remembered. Not Asuka, Aya. Aya, who made adorable grumpy noises as he turned the alarm off and the lamp on.
"Is it really that early?" Yoji moaned as he looked at the clock. He didn't want to be awake, out of bed, and separated from Aya's warm, alluring self.
"Yes. Airport," Aya answered, eyelids at half-mast, as he picked up the clothes he'd set out for the day. "Shower will wake us up more."
"Hey."
Aya's mouth twitched into a smile. "Shower separately. We want to get out of here soon."
Although Yoji saw the sense in that, he answered, "No fun."
"Yeah," Aya agreed as he walked into the bathroom.
The feeling of having Aya nearby and the gentle sound of the shower running put Yoji back to sleep. He awoke to Aya shaking him, a few little droplets of water falling from his damp hair onto Yoji's skin. "Get up, Yoji. We have to get going."
"Don' wanna...."
"I'm leaving no matter what you decide to do."
"Bastard." Yawning, Yoji trudged out of bed and gathered some clothes to take into the bathroom.
"I'm going to make sure Ken's awake while you're in the shower."
"Yeah."
The shower woke Yoji up a bit more, but he still felt like the walking dead. At least he hadn't had any more freaky nightmares.
He returned to the bedroom in time to hear the end of Ken asking, "--medication?" At least Ken looked tired too.
Aya answered, "I'll take it at the gate. I want to be alert during the cab ride."
"Do you really think something will happen?"
"I hope nothing will, but I'll feel safer with my senses sharp and ready."
"As sharp as your pain?"
"It's not as bad as it was. Really."
Yoji wondered about that but didn't challenge Aya on it. Instead he asked, "We'll be eating breakfast at the airport?"
"It's not like they set anything up here so early."
"I'm done with my room," Ken said. "Let's finish here and get going. The car should arrive soon."
Yoji felt kind of attached to this room--a lot had happened here--but he finished packing and left with them without saying anything about it. Besides, he was too busy listening to Aya bitching them out for refusing to let him carry any of the baggage. When they finished checking out they saw the cab waiting for them outside.
Inside the cab, Aya remained almost Abyssinian silent and focused while Ken fidgeted. With his excitement, nervousness, and hunger, Yoji felt nearly sick to his stomach and hoped he could grab some decent food in the airport to settle him down.
Although they made it through check-in and security just fine, Aya began to show his fatigue and pain after they'd started their wait at the gate they were departing from. A stranger would mistake it for sullen anger, but Yoji knew better. "Take your meds and grab a nap, Aya."
"We have only a half hour to wait," Aya protested. "We're out in the open here--"
"Ken and I will guard you, here and on the plane."
"A short nap will probably make me groggier and grumpier."
Unfortunately, Aya was probably right. "Damn."
Aya nearly smiled in reaction to that. "I'll take the medication on the plane and nap there."
"I'll pick us up some breakfast, then."
Food and tea helped settle all of them, and Aya held himself together through the wait and boarding. Once seated, he didn't even protest when they handed him the tablets and a bottle of water.
Yoji had to say, "Good boy."
Aya made an obscene gesture in response, but he looked much cuter when he passed out 15 minutes later with his head resting on Yoji's shoulder. They'd considered how they wanted the seating arrangement on the plane and decided that Aya would get the aisle seat so he wouldn't have to bend and fold himself to get out if he needed the lavatory. Yoji had demanded the middle seat and let Ken get the window seat. Thankfully, Ken hadn't argued. Much.
Aya looked so cute napping on Yoji's shoulder, even though his head felt damned heavy. His face smoothed out by sleep and the escape from pain, he looked younger and... sweet. Yoji wanted to cuddle him.
Yoji felt guilty over his gratitude that their reunion happened right after Aya had gotten injured. It sounded *horrible*. Still, would Aya have given in to him so quickly otherwise? Aya's stubbornness, defensive walls, and prickly pride could be formidable. Instead, Aya had arrived vulnerable and weary, *needing* him, and it felt good and reassuring to be needed. It gave Yoji a purpose.
Besides, things Ken and Aya said about it made Yoji think that the nearly fatal experience had served as a wakeup call for Aya and shown him that he really didn't want to die yet. Yoji might have been able to help him with that if he had to, but it worked so much better when Aya discovered it on his own.
Ken had a somewhat goofy look on his face as he looked across Yoji to watch Aya sleep. Yoji had to ask, "When the hell did *this* start?"
"This?"
"You about Aya."
"I don't have to answer that."
"We have a long, boring flight sitting together, and you know my powers of annoyance increase when I'm bored."
After making a sound of frustration, Ken leaned against Yoji a bit so he could be heard while whispering. "Do you remember when Persia told us to leave the school mission unfinished?"
"Vaguely."
"Aya refused to obey."
"Okay, *that* I definitely remember. But weren't you the one telling Aya that he *had* to obey and Persia's order was absolute or some shit?"
"In the shock of the moment, yeah, but afterward I kept thinking about it. I remembered that once upon a time we were given the option of refusing to do things. Omi hadn't been the one to change that, but he hadn't changed it back when he became the one who handed the missions down. Aya was refusing to leave because people, *kids*, were in danger and the people who were behind it needed to be stopped. That's supposed to be what the team is about. With kids' lives in danger, it didn't matter to him that Kritiker would send a team to kill him for refusing to obey."
For Weiß, that was romance. "That's when you fell in love?"
"I don't know if you can pin the exact moment to that, but that's when I realized that I needed to help him be that and needed to be with him. I offered to run off and be real Weiß with him, but he refused me. He didn't want assassins coming after me too." Ken smiled ruefully. "I think I also annoyed him by asking the way I did. Anyway, it turned into a punching match."
"Why mess with tradition?"
"Yeah." The fond look turned sad. "But then the mission ended the way it did, and there was no way I could make a move on him while he sat at your bedside daily desperately hoping you'd wake up. When he couldn't take it anymore and Mamoru assigned him to the United States, I could've said something to him but couldn't figure out what the hell to say. Was I supposed to tell him not to be so miserable because you may have been a coma but I was ready to slip right in? No. So he left without another word, and I got... a little crazier for a while after that."
What would Yoji have done if he'd regained his memories but Aya and Ken had become an item? What would *Aya* have done? Damn, he was lucky.
Ken continued, "Then we almost *lost* him.... You're serious about being with Aya, right?"
"Totally."
"Because if you're not serious or you change your mind, or if you fuck with his head," Ken said softly but with feeling, "I will *kill* you. Literally. He's been through enough."
"We all have."
"...yeah."
"I have no intention of toying with him. I know how lucky I am to get this second chance, and I know I almost lost him in New York."
"Keep all that in mind."
Aya murmured and moved restlessly. Yoji put the blanket over him more securely and let himself stroke Aya's hair once. In such a public place he couldn't do more.
But, damn, Aya's head was *heavy*. Yoji hadn't given any thought before to how much a head weighed and how bony his own shoulder was. It would be a *long* flight.
Ken already had headphones on, off in his own little world. Sighing, Yoji opened one of his magazines.