tarotgal

This is a Weiss fic I started ages ago. I wrote a few more paragraphs tonight and now I'm stuck. I don't really want to end it here, but I honestly have no idea what to do with it at this point. So it's either get some advice and be inspired by it or walk away.

Thus, any and all feedback would be helpful. It's currently rated G with a bit of Aya/Yohji going on. It's current title is 'Weiss 5' because, like, I SUCKITH at titles. LOL





The unrest Yohji felt did not lessen as he stepped out of the shower. It was their day off from the store, so he had allowed himself to sleep in as long as he wanted. As long as he wanted had turned out to be rather a long time indeed even considering how late it had been when he came home the night before and how much he'd had to drink then. Crawling out of bed and into a warm shower had been a good way to start his day. But he still felt uneasy about something. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He ran his hand through his long blond hair as he headed down the stairs, following the noise. It was too late in the morning for their place to be quiet and he'd learned not to expect anything different, especially when it came to days when they had no missions. On those days, everyone seemed almost… normal.

Today was no exception. Ken and Omi were both in the main area that they'd converted into a living room of sorts, with a set of couches and a television. Ken lay on his side, stretched out along the back of the couch, eating chips from a bag. His eyes were trained on the movie playing on the television. On the same couch, Omi sat back against Ken's waist, his laptop computer open on his lap.

"Morning, Yohji-kun!" Omi called brightly from the couch, throwing his head back to look at Yohji with his large, smiling eyes. Yohji nodded back to him. His own mood wasn't anything close to cheerful, and even after a cup of coffee he suspected it wouldn't improve significantly.

"You're late to rise," Ken observed, looking back as well. He raised the bag of chips as an offering, but Yohji didn't go for them. "Big date last night?"

"Actually, yes," Yohji said shortly, running his hand through his damp hair again and yawning. Coffee was starting to look even more appealing now.

He took his leave of Ken and Omi and headed to the kitchen for it. There wasn't a pot already made, which was slightly odd as Aya made one every morning, but he chalked it up to his waking up so late and the fact that the dishes had freshly been done. With his minor hangover in check thanks to the coffee, Yohji sat back in a kitchen chair and smoked while reading the newspaper. It brought him back to all those years ago when he'd scan the papers for an accident or mystery he might be able to pounce on as a private investigator.

There wasn't much that was newsworthy that day, and he found his mind wandering more than sticking to the stories. Ken and Omi came in to get lunch before he'd finished reading the main section of the paper. He looked up, watching them move about the kitchen separately, yet somehow sensing how to coordinate things so that they never bumped into each other going for a spoon in the same drawer or the same burner on the stove.

"Has anyone seen Aya today?" Yohji asked suddenly, looking back into the other room, which was empty apart from the television which was still switched on. Both Ken and Omi shook their heads. It wasn't like Aya to sleep in so late unless there was a problem. And as Yohji had sensed something wrong ever since he'd woken, he stood up now. He took a last drag of a cigarette and stamped it out in the ashtray in the center of the table. Decidedly, he rose, abandoning the newspaper. "I'm going to go check on him then and leave you to your lunch."

Yohji heard noise as he approached Aya's bedroom. But when he knocked to gain entry, all he heard was silence. "Aya?" he called. "You all right?" Again, he heard nothing. So he turned the doorknob and let himself in.

Aya was still in bed, lying on his side. His shirt was off, and the covers were pulled up to his waist. He held tissues in one hand, but barely had the energy to look up at Yohji. He looked absolutely exhausted. "Close the door," he said, his voice scratchy.

Quickly complying, Yohji then walked towards the bed. "Aya… you look terrible. Are you sick?"

Aya glared at him. "Why ever did you give up your job as a private detective?"

Yohji hovered a moment, trying to decide to aim some sarcasm back or to go easy on the sick man.

Raising the tissues to his nose, Aya's eyes closed and his chest heaved. His body was thin but strong, and it bent when he sneezed. "hehh-IHHShhhh! EhhhhPShhhh!" The front half of his body snapped down and his knees bent and moved upwards so he ended up nearly curled in bed. He sniffled and stretched back out again as he lowered the tissues with what energy he had left in him.

With a sigh, Yohji was moved to action. He walked around the bed, then settled upon it behind Aya. He matched his front to Aya's back and draped an arm around the other man. Aya relaxed back against him and closed his eyes. "Took you long enough," Aya whispered.




On a somewhat unrelated note, I thought I'd finished my other WK fic. I titled it and made a header and I couldn't get online to post it, so I edited it again. And then during the 4th editing Schwartz showed up right in the middle. WTF?! So now I have to deal with the sexy evil-doers and another fight scene.

And, again, FB on the above segment would be very helpful. It is very rough and unedited as well, so sorry if it sucks.