Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ A Burning Question ❯ Chapter 1

***This is basically a direct repost of a story I already had up on FF.net. There's just some teeny grammar and single word-changes here and there. Enjoy!***

 

 

~A Burning Question~

 

 

“Kudoh. Tell me again why you've dragged me out with you? Especially on the first day we've had off in God knows how long?”

 

 

Uh oh. The look I'm getting from Aya promises that my death is going to be slow, and most probably painful. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to get him out of the Koneko for once. What can I say; I was only trying to help! Not much I can do if the guy doesn't seem to understand the concept of socialising.

 

 

“Well you see, oh great sombre one, I decided that you need a tan. It seriously can't be healthy to be as pale as you, even if you ARE a redhead!”

 

 

…That probably wasn't the greatest thing I could've said. Why is it that when it comes to Aya, everything I say is utterly stupid? Oh well, too late now. Guess it's time for some damage control. Aya's just moved from a level 3 death glare to a level 5. Worst I've ever seen was a level 9- I was stupid enough to make a slightly negative comment about his precious sister. For a somewhat emotionally repressed assassin, he sure is touchy when it comes to that girl. I dread to think what a level 10 would look like. Maybe it'd melt my face off…maybe it'd melt HIS face off! Heh heh, now that has possibilities! Oh crap, I think he's just gone to level 5 and a half…

 

 

“What on Earth are you smirking at, you imbecile? And what gives you the right to decide what is best for me? Look at you, you can't even go five minutes without inhaling numerous deadly toxins straight into your lungs, and don't even get me STARTED on the copious amounts of alcohol and the casual sex. You can talk all you want to me about what's healthy, AFTER you start taking some of your own advice! I'm going home. This farce has gone on long enough.”

 

 

And just like that, the man's turned his back to me and walked away! How rude! But then again…it is Aya, after all; I'm surprised that he stuck around long enough to chew me out like that. Usually the glares aren't accompanied by lectures. Maybe he's finally warming up to me- No one can resist my devious charms for long! Oh shit, I'm gonna have to seriously haul ass to catch him, that man walks damned fast!

 

 

“Aya! Aya, wait! I'm sorry, okay, I didn't mean to insult you like that! Hang on a minute! Aya!”

 

 

Nope, didn't work. He's still moving like he wants to get away from me as quickly as possible. Hang on- he's slowing down! I was totally right. My charms have gotten to him. They don't usually work on men…I guess he's feminine enough that he falls for them! Heh. Thanks the Gods that Aya can't read my thoughts, I would've been dead long before this if he could. Oops, he's getting impatient.

 

 

“Fine, I've stopped. I'll keep walking with you as long as you don't make any more stupid comments. If you feel the urge to say something, don't. Keep your mouth shut and I won't gut you while you sleep. Are we clear?”

 

 

That's a trick question! I know him, if I answer after he tells me to be quiet, he'll probably deck me and walk away. But he won't win this time. I know all his little tricks. So I'm going to keep my mouth shut- that'll throw his world off its axis. Shit, he's taken off again- gotta keep up and resist the urge to make a comment about prissy redheads with violent tempers, taking out their anger on cute little blonds. But Gods be damned, he makes it hard not to rile him up!

 

 

“Very good, Kudoh. Now just keep it up until we get home, and maybe, just MAYBE, I will lose the urge to beat you into a bloody pulp.”

 

 

******

 

 

I don't understand why Kudoh wanted me to go shopping with him. Even more than that, I don't understand why I agreed. I swear, there is a vengeful God out there who seems to wish that my life be pure Hell. I knew that all I wanted to do today was read, ALONE, and maybe visit Aya-chan. And yet…I let this insufferable moron drag me around the streets of the city! At least he listened when I told him to keep his mouth shut. The few minutes of peace have been absolutely glorious. He won't keep it up until we get back, though. I'm surprised he's made it this long.

 

 

“Aya, let's cut through this park- we can get home quicker, I promise. Then you won't have to suffer my company any longer. You can go back to being an antisocial little…I mean, go back to doing whatever it is that you do.”

 

 

******

 

 

Well, I tried. I couldn't keep quiet until we got home. I think Aya realised that, he turned into the park without so much as a filthy glare! Wow, he really has fallen under the Kudoh spell. Damn, but I'm good. It seems a shame that I can't put this newfound agreeability to good use, even if Aya is prettier than half the girls I sleep with. But I don't do guys. Or get done by `em, for that matter.

 

 

“Hey, Aya, hold up. I need nicotine, come sit over on that bench with me. Don't give me that look; cigarettes are much better when I'm not moving. Surely you can last 10 extra minutes with me, just enjoy being out in the sun for once!”

 

 

Holy fuck, he actually listened to me again! I wouldn't have guessed that he'd agree to spend MORE time with me! I wonder how far I can take this? But first things first, I have a severe craving that needs to be fixed. Ah smokes, how I love the little deathsticks. Why Aya finds them so repulsive, I don't know. But really, I think that man has a vendetta against all things pleasurable.

 

 

“Just keep the smoke away from me. I don't need to have my clothes smelling like an ashtray. Or, more appropriately, like you.”

 

 

Ahhhh…his answers are getting shorter again. Maybe I pushed him a little too far. Oh well, can't hurt to ask him something I've always wanted to know. He's the one guy I can't figure out- usually, I can tell just by talking to a guy what kind of girls he's into. But Aya…I've never been able to work out what girl he'd like. Guess my P.I. skills are going to waste as an assassin.

 

 

“Soooooo…Aya, please enlighten me: What kind of girls do you usually go for? Tall, short, Japanese, foreign? How about…that blonde European over there?”

 

 

No response. Come on, that woman was hot! Maybe Aya has hormone issues. Lack of testosterone, or something equally as horrible. Or maybe the bastard just puts all his energy into chasing after Takatori and revenge, rather than more enjoyable pursuits. Like skirt chasing. Guess I'll have to point out a few more, until I can some sort of answer.

 

 

“Fine, I'll take that as a no, Aya. What about that group over there? All Japanese…Oh nice, twins! Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I picked up…never mind. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right, the girls! See anyone you'd do over there?”

 

 

Nothing. Again. Maybe he's a eunuch, that'd explain a lot of things. Hmm…I need to get a response out of him; my pride is at stake here. Oh, what do we have here? Gotta love it when the gods send the perfect targets walking straight past- if this doesn't get some sort of response out of the straight-laced son of a bitch, I'll give this game up!

 

 

“What about them? They look like your type, Aya! Hahaha!”

 

 

If that man has nothing to say after I wondered if he's into alternative, gothic chicks dressed like dominatrixes, he can't be alive. Oh look, he's shaking! Ever so slightly, he's shaking! I guess his anger's getting the best of him…get ready to protect the face...

 

 

“Are you INSANE, Kudoh? Did you see what they were wearing? That redhead, she had more earrings than Farfarello, and the other one…I would NEVER go near anyone with a…a BULL RING through their nose!”

 

 

Wow! If Aya knows what piercings those two had, he must've been looking pretty closely. Maybe there IS hope for him, after all. Shit, he's getting up again. Guess my smoke break's over, even if I didn't end up lighting one; the game with Aya was much more fun. I swear, I will find out what he looks for in a woman. Every guy has to have something they like!

 

 

“I'm leaving, Kudoh. Goodbye.”

 

 

And he's off and racing. But I'd only put his glare then at around a level 4, so it can't hurt to push a little further. We're only a few minutes from the shop, nothing bad can happen in that short amount of time…hopefully…

 

 

“Come on, Aya! Just tell me what you like in a woman! Don't avoid the question, all you have to do is answer me, and I promise I'll leave you alone! C'mon, man, I'll be happy with only a hair colour. Blonde? Black? Red? Brown? Bald? Pink with purple streaks? Please, just tell me!”

 

 

I don't know how he lives, saying so little. If I ignored half as many direct questions as he does, I'd be going crazy! Well, okay, crazier. I can't believe that he won't even answer the one little teeny tiny thing I want from him. That cold bastard! And now that we're almost home, there's no chance that I'll find out. He's gonna clam up again, and sulk back to his room for a long brooding session. Typical Aya. Hmm? He's stopped at the back door to the shop, and he's giving me an odd look…wonder what he wants. Maybe he's finally decided to just humour me, and answer the damned question!

 

 

“Kudoh, I will not tell you what I like in a woman. Do you know why? It's because I do not see women like you do, as objects to sate your PATHETIC lust. But it's more than that. I'm not going to pick a random woman out as one I would `do'. I wouldn't `do' any of them. I'm gay, Kudoh.”

 

 

And with that, Aya turned and stalked into the building, leaving me, the previously unshockable master assassin and playboy extraordinaire, standing in the alley with my mouth open wide enough to catch flies and a small bird or two.