Girl
by Maya Tawi and Viridian5part five
Aya woke slowly, feeling oddly content, his body well-worn and complacent. It felt like he was recovering from a particularly punishing workout. But he hadn’t been training the day before....
He stretched and rolled over, and was rewarded with twinges in places that definitely didn’t come from training.
Oh.
Aya buried his face in his pillow and bit his lip, holding back the silly little smile that threatened to appear. So that was it; he’d had sex. Twice, if he counted Yohji, and--
Yohji. Aya’s smile faded.
He still didn’t know what the fight with Omi had been about; Yohji hadn’t exactly been lucid, certainly not enough to explain himself. But he had the uncomfortable feeling that he wouldn’t like it when he found out.
Aya sighed and sat up, hiding another smile. So there were problems with Yohji. He’d work them out. Yukio had given him some good advice before she’d fucked him.
He slid out of bed, thinking with amusement that in sex, as in many other, less pleasant things, it never quite rained but it poured.
Yohji was still passed out, curled up in his bunk with his pillow clutched over his head in a death grip. Aya felt a twinge of sympathy. The memory of his own hellish hangover wasn’t too far distant.
The others were already gone. Aya padded silently to the bathroom, taking care not to wake his sleeping teammate, reflecting that not too long ago he would have forcibly kicked Yohji out of bed, hangover be damned. Maybe he really was growing as a person. But if he wasn’t quite Aya and he couldn’t be Ran, then where did that leave him?
He dismissed the thought as he looked at the phone number scrawled in blue along his arm. He had a new friend, one who didn’t know him as either Aya or Ran, one who placed precious few demands on him. And he’d had sex. Twice.
He walked back out to get a piece of paper to write the number down on to save it, then went back into the bathroom, stripped, and stepped into the shower. The water washed only the surface remnants of last night from his body. The internal touches lasted.
At least for today, the rest could work itself out. Today he couldn’t be bothered.
"I’ll be working outside with you today, Ken, since Yohji’s unconscious and far too drunk to be useful," Aya said. "What story did you give out about me?" He didn’t look forward to facing the schoolgirls.
Ken looked uncomfortable. "That you were on a much-needed vacation."
‘Much-needed’? Aya could imagine what the others had said to the customers that Ken wasn’t telling him. "If anyone asks, he needed more time than he expected, and I’m a cousin who decided to fill in for him. That way the resemblance and the same name won’t be so odd." Not that his actual family had been any use when he’d needed them most desperately.
"Why would Cousin Aya do this?"
Aya nearly smiled. "For three attractive young men who need help. What girl could resist? At least if I can judge by our clientele." When Ken’s uncomfortable look took on a deeper shade of discomfort, Aya asked, "What?"
"Nothing."
"I’ll get it out of you sooner or later."
"Uh."
Aya turned on his death glare. "Don’t make me wonder. Whatever I imagine will be far worse than the truth."
"Yohji told us about... you and him last night."
Oh. He’d been wrong. "I’ll kill him." Yohji talking about what they’d done as if Aya had been another bimbo he could notch on his bedpost.... Now he understood the odd looks Ken and Omi had been giving him.
"He didn’t mean to, I’m sure. He was really drunk!"
And Omi.... "That fight with Omi happened after Yohji told the both of you, didn’t it?"
"Yeah."
Omi must be devastated. Aya would have to have a talk with him when he returned from school. Damn.
Aya hated talking. But it had to be done. After all the people and forces that had tried to destroy them, it would be stupid if Weiß fell to pieces because Aya had grown breasts and a sex drive.
"He just let us know that you’d had sex. He didn’t go into detail."
"All right, I will."
Ken almost turned green. "You really don’t have to."
"Oh no, I want to. Last night I turned back into a man."
"That’s great!"
"Right after Yohji made me come. He freaked out."
Ken had a familiar ‘this is not my life’ look on his face. "That’s... not good."
"I stormed away, while he apparently got drunk. So he’s not such a stud after all."
"I could have done without knowing all of this.... But now you’re a woman again. What happened?" He sounded concerned.
"I don’t know." And then he was picked up by lesbian bikers, but Ken didn’t need to know that part.
"You might change again."
"I hope. In the meantime, I’m going to eat breakfast and then go out there as my own cousin."
"This should be fun."
"I’m sure."
The schoolgirls didn’t react quite as he expected. They hated him. Hated him. His skin should have burned off from the heat and intensity of their angry, jealous stares. It amused and annoyed him simultaneously. Neither emotion boded well for Yohji, as Aya’s mood set him to thinking of vengeance all morning.
On his break, Aya walked into the kitchen, picked up a pot and metal spoon, and went back to check on Yohji. Yohji looked deeply unconscious as he sprawled in his bunk. That wouldn’t last.
Aya banged the spoon repeatedly on the pot, smiling at the unholy racket and Yohji’s vertical jump and near tumble off the bunk.
Yohji groaned and writhed, then looked up at Aya bleary-eyed and shouted, "What the hell was that for?" He winced at the sound of his own voice. Softer, he said, "I think I remember you saying that you understood. That happened, right?"
"Yes, but that was before I found out that you bragged about our encounter to Ken and Omi, as if I were another bimbo in your string of conquests. You bragged about it to Omi, you asshole."
"He goaded me into it!"
"Really?" Aya moved the spoon closer to the pot.
"You cruel bastard," Yohji moaned.
"Do you have any idea what kind of looks I was getting from them? I’m going to have to talk to Omi."
"Oh, the torture. No, don’t bang anything again!"
"I’m telling them how it ended. I already told Ken. Since you already dragged me into the muck, I’m taking you down with me."
"Sounds like fun. Don’t hit the pot!"
Aya felt tired suddenly. "Why did you even say anything about it? I’d imagine you’d want last night to stay a secret for your own reasons. Did Omi ‘goading’ you put your mouth on autopilot and make it slip out?"
Yohji looked truly piteous. "Aya, I’m hungover. I’m not at my best."
Aya refused to relent, especially since Yohji had done this to himself in an effort to drown his horror in alcohol. "Oh. You want me to come back after you’ve rehearsed your answer."
"Look, I’m sorry. I know I made some bad judgment calls."
Of which sex with Aya had been one. "Yeah." Bad judgment calls had been going around.
He knew better now. He’d been right before. Talking and getting involved led to trouble. Once he straightened things out with Omi as much as possible, he’d keep his mouth shut, his body under control, and his problems to himself, working them out on his own. They could think what they liked of him, call him a cold asshole, whatever. At least he’d been a cold asshole who’d possessed some dignity before.
"You slept the morning away," Aya said. "It’s time to get out there and actually do your job."
"Aya, it’s not so bad. Everything’s going to be fine."
"Sure, Yohji."
Yohji didn’t understand what had happened. One moment Aya had been annoying but human, and then he’d gone cold again. Good going, Kudou.
He needed something to distract the ice away. Then he remembered everything with Schuldig last night, which might not have been the distraction material he wanted but made him sober right up. "When Omi gets home, we have to call a meeting."
"If it’s something important, you should tell me and Ken now."
"Schuldig knows where we’re living."
Aya didn’t look surprised. When he noticed Yohji’s expression of incredulity, he said, "He’s a telepath. Besides, he was able to find me easily."
Shit. "He said he can easily locate people he knows well."
That soured Aya’s expression. "I see."
Something else. Something about abilities.... "It’s gone. Fuck!"
"What?"
"Schuldig told me what you might be doing, but he must have taken it out of my head. I know I heard it, but I can’t remember a thing about it. That bastard!"
"I’m not surprised."
When Aya almost started to smile, Yohji asked, "What?"
"It sounds like a long conversation."
"While he was with me, he couldn’t be stalking you."
"Thank you. But, Yohji, it sounds like he might be fixating on you too."
"Hell, yeah, he might--" Oh, no.
"I don’t think it’s safe for you to go out anywhere alone or alone with me. It’s not that you need a chaperone, but he is dangerous. It’s something that would have to be done for any of us who caught his perverted interest. We better let Ken and Omi know."
"You’re enjoying this."
"Maybe." At least that malice had put a light in his eyes, melting the ice. "Did he make overtures to you too?"
Yohji remembered being pressed hard against the bar and the feel of Schuldig’s lips.... "No!"
"Yes. I feel a little less special now." But obviously very amused. Aya frowned. "I hope you didn’t drive home that drunk."
"No, I took a cab." A cab Schuldig had called and paid for, but Yohji had no intentions of admitting that.
"My katana is still in the car."
"So’s your bra."
Aya glared. Yohji grinned.
"Anyone could have broken into the car--"
"You didn’t remember it until just now. Must have been some night." Idiot! "Uhm."
But was that a blush? "We have to go get it. My katana and your car."
"Alone?" He knew he shouldn’t needle Aya, but it was so much fun.
"Ken has to stay with the shop. How much trouble could we possibly-- All right, I’m not even going to finish that."
Being in an enclosed space with Aya was torture. While they’d been arguing and talking earlier, Yohji could just pretend that nothing had changed, but while sitting together this closely in Aya’s car he kept remembering the last time they’d been in a car together, the way Aya had tasted and moaned and writhed, and that he’d made Aya come. At which point Aya had turned into a man again and everything had gone to hell, but before that Yohji had been very happy with the turn of events.
He felt possessive in a way Aya would want to kick his ass for if he knew.
He smiled at the chipped dark red polish he saw on Aya’s nails as those graceful hands rested on the steering wheel. Aya’s bare neck and wrists drew his attention and begged him for kisses, and he was usually too gentlemanly to deny such lovely body parts what they wanted. She had a bit of a glow about her today that he knew he’d contributed to, and a large part of him wanted to do it again. Several times. Aya was a beautiful, responsive woman.
Except when he was a pissed off man.
Yohji wanted her badly but would he be able to deal with him? She may have been a responsive beauty who was supposedly ready to go at any time, but he was a prickly, moody, cold asshole most of the time, though he’d been better lately. Yohji could just imagine the deep freeze he’d get if he got involved with Aya even casually, then dumped him. Did he want to bother?
Of course, all of that assumed that Aya would let him bother after last night’s events.
"If someone broke into your car, I’m going to be very angry," Aya said.
"You’ll be angry?"
"Cars can be replaced."
"Your ignorance is just too much for me to deal with. I’m not even going to try."
"It’s a moot point, since it seems that no one molested the car overnight." Aya paused. "Whatever you’re about to say, don’t say it."
"But you make such a great straight man. Wait, that didn’t come out right."
Aya parked his car near Yohji’s. "If you only knew...."
"What? What’s that supposed to mean?"
Aya just said nothing and got out of the car. Sadistic bastard.
Aya retrieved his katana from the car so skillfully that no passers-by would have realized that he’d picked up a weapon that long and blatantly intimidating. He was in the car, and then the katana was under his long coat. Yohji far preferred the wire hidden in his watch specifically for the way he could stealthily carry it anywhere. Aya also hid his bra somewhere in the coat, while Yohji tried and failed to keep a straight face.
Aya cast him a frosty look, then went back to his car and drove away with more emphasis than he needed to. Yohji smirked and murmured, "I’m so misunderstood." But at least driving home alone removed the possibility of temptation.
After Omi came home and the shop was closed up for the night, Omi called Manx so she too could hear his news about Schuldig. Aya didn’t see the point in getting upset, since he’d already resigned himself to the idea that if the telepath wanted to know where he was, he would. Omi, Ken, and Manx didn’t take it as well.
"You waited this long to tell us?" Ken asked Yohji.
"I wasn’t conscious for most of the day."
Omi shook his head. "We’ll have to move again." Via video connection, Manx concurred.
Of course. Aya should have known that they wouldn’t be able to stay in Tokyo again for long. After all, a major reason for not contacting Aya-chan had been that he never knew when they’d have to leave in a hurry. Giving her the hope of having a brother who could be in her life full-time would have been cruel.
Of course, she had taken the matter out of his hands.
"Hey, Aya, what’s your problem?" Yohji asked.
"His sister," Omi said. "Remember?"
Aya felt annoyed with himself that he’d let his upset show. "Yes." Aya-chan... and Yukio. He had to let them know without giving too much away.
Then again, Yukio might not be a problem. He could have been a single night’s amusement to her. The phone number might not even be genuine. No promises had been exchanged on either side.
This was a ridiculous attachment to have anyway.
He would try the number later.
"I’ll get back to you on where you should set up now," Manx said. "It shouldn’t be long. You’ll have to leave soon."
"Thanks, Manx," Omi answered.
As soon as the connection turned off, Aya put his leather jacket on and walked to the door. Omi said, "Aya, I understand about your sister, but you shouldn’t be going out alone."
At least Omi hadn’t told him he couldn’t leave at all, not that Aya would have listened. "I was fine last night."
"Because I kept Schuldig distracted," Yohji said, no doubt to remind the team of his supposed heroism. Never mind that it seemed he’d been drinking with the enemy, hardly a difficult task, to do so.
"How long did you sacrifice yourself for, Yohji?" Ken asked, beaming with patently fake innocence.
"A long time."
"What kind of things did you have to do for him?"
"Hey!"
Aya didn’t have the time for this. "She’ll worry if I show up with an entourage."
"She’ll worry anyway when you tell her we have to leave," ever so reasonable Omi replied.
That reasonability could drive Aya to homicide. Omi’s ability to talk and wait him out didn’t make him happier either. Surrendering to the inevitable, he said, "I won’t go alone, but I can’t be paired with Yohji. Schuldig’s fixated on him too."
"You don’t have to smile so sweetly about that," Yohji muttered.
"I don’t smile."
"That wasn’t a sweet smile," Ken said. "That was a smug, wicked, evil smile."
"You’re all insane."
"I’ll go along with you," Omi said.
Even better. Even considering all the bad nights he’d had in the past few years, especially lately, this night was heading to the top of the list. "Don’t you have to be here for when Manx calls back?"
"Ken and Yohji can take it."
"All right." It would be a nice change to win some of the time.
Omi wondered if Aya intended to drive the whole way in silence. Better yet, worried silence, which made it feel even more awkward to Omi.
Aya didn’t seem different than he had yesterday, before Yohji had gotten all the way. Omi felt that his perceptions of Aya should have taken a radical shift, but Aya just seemed like his female self.
"Are you going to stare at me the whole way there?" Aya asked.
"Are you going to keep quiet the whole way there?"
"I should--" Aya continued to stare out the front windshield. "Omi, I don’t love you that way. I don’t love anyone that way."
That was... direct, but Aya could be stunningly and even rudely direct at times. No opening pleasantries.
"Yohji--"
"I’m attracted to him, more so since I’ve changed. I don’t love him." Aya took a deep breath. "I haven’t felt anything like that kind of love in years. I don’t know if I can anymore."
That was awful. Aya couldn’t really think that. "Aya, the last few years have been hard on you. You were an assassin with a day job who also spent hours with his ill sister."
"The way you’re an assassin who’s a student and a florist too?"
"That’s different."
"It always is."
"You’d focused yourself completely on vengeance and didn’t give yourself the time or space for love. Things are different now."
"Yes, and I’m a bit different too, but that’s no guarantee of anything."
"You’re too hard on yourself. You’ll feel again."
"I don’t want to use you as a test case on that."
Oh. Part of Omi screamed, ‘Use me!’ but the rest of him knew that he would hate it if they became friends who had sex while Aya never grew to love him as he loved Aya and wanted to be loved himself. It would lead to resentment, self-doubt, and anger. The coldly practical part of him understood that very well and recognized that Aya refused him out of a different kind of love for him. But oh how it hurt.
Still, Omi had to ask, "What about Yohji?"
"He doesn’t want love from me, just sex. There’s liking on both sides... some of the time... but I don’t think he’d know what to do with me if I did love him."
So Aya didn’t love Yohji either; he just figured that he couldn’t hurt Yohji through sex with him. That made things slightly better.
Thinking about how fundamentally lonely and isolated Aya must feel made it all worse again.
"Besides, last night was hardly the culmination of anyone’s fantasy," Aya said, his lips twisting slightly. "I changed back to my real self during it, and Yohji was... repulsed by it. No deep connection was formed."
Omi felt simultaneously glad that they hadn’t made a love connection and deeply angry that Yohji had reacted that way to prevent it. "At what point did you change back?"
Aya actually colored a little. "You don’t have to know."
"I’ll wonder anyway if you don’t tell me."
Aya sighed. "After he went down on me and brought me to climax."
Omi liked to think that he wasn’t a cruel or evil person, but the mental image of Yohji being there and congratulating himself on a job well done only to suddenly find a dick near his face made him want to cackle dementedly. Instead, Omi was an adult about it and simply asked, "So sex triggers the change?" But not a permanent change, obviously.
"Not always."
"Do you know where Aya-chan is right now?" Omi asked. When Aya’s eyes flickered and he sighed, Omi took out his cell phone. Aya really needed a keeper. And he didn’t carry a cell phone because he didn’t want people to be able to reach him when he walked off. After Momoe-san answered at Kitten in the House, Omi said, "It’s Omi. Is Aya there?"
"Is there trouble?" Momoe-san asked. Omi had always suspected that she knew far more about what Weiß did than she let on and that she was probably a Kritiker member herself.
"None aimed at her."
"I see. Yes, she’s here."
"Is Sakura there?"
Aya cocked an eyebrow at him.
"No, not now," she said.
"Thanks, Momoe-san. We’ll be over to see Aya soon."
"Oh, good. I miss you."
"’Bye!" Omi put the phone away, grinning.
"You’re very good," Aya said, Aya-smiling a little.
"Yep. You wouldn’t have thought to ask." Omi shook his head. "You and Sakura...."
"She deserves better," Aya left his ‘you deserve better than me’ unspoken, though it hung between them, "but I can’t make her understand that. She saw me kill, and that didn’t put her off."
"So you think she’d convert to lesbianism if she saw you now?"
"I’m glad I won’t have to take that chance."
Omi gave him a sidelong glance, and then asked, "‘Not always’?"
"Hmm?"
"Not always, you said. About sex being the trigger."
"Well." Aya was definitely coloring again. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. "It’s certainly not the only trigger."
"That’s not what you said," Omi pointed out. "You said--"
"I’d rather not discuss it," Aya interrupted. His face was bright red now, a rare enough occasion that Omi wanted to take a photograph. What if no one believed him?
"You’re blushing," he marveled.
"No, I’m not."
"You are! You--"
Aya swerved to the side of the road with considerably less grace than usual. "We’re here," he announced firmly.
Omi smiled to himself and waited.
In a low, steely voice, Aya said, "You will not tell the others." He didn’t have to add, ‘or else.’ The or else was implied, and probably very, very painful.
Not tell the others. Not tell Yohji, because Yohji didn’t know.
Omi grinned. "Our secret!" he chirped.
Aya sighed, sounding long-suffering and put-upon.
For all that Omi was careful to think of Aya as ‘he’ and ‘him,’ there was a she and her there too, ever more so as time in that body wore on, and he liked the woman Aya was. She talked more and took more risks than Aya did, and... she was nicer. Omi hoped that they didn’t lose her altogether when Aya changed back.
Aya-chan was waiting patiently outside the shop. Omi said hi as he got out of the car and walked past her to go inside to talk to Momoe-san. Aya could use some time alone with his sister.
"You’re still my sister," she said with a small smile.
"I’m afraid so." He felt ashamed. "I should have contacted you again, but everything’s been crazier than usual."
"It’s okay. Something’s wrong now, isn’t it?"
"We have to leave."
"Again? You just got here!"
"You’ve been keeping tabs on us?" It made him feel warm even as it made him worry about her.
"How do you think I knew where to find you? Ran, you were gone for months. You’ve only been here for a few weeks...."
"I know. It’s not fair."
"Are you in danger?"
"Is there a time when we’re not?" When her lips trembled, he quickly said, "I’m sorry, Aya, I was just being flippant."
"No, you weren’t. This is where your routine about staying away from me for my own good started, isn’t it?"
"Yeah."
She hugged him, holding on tightly. "You’ll call, right? Especially when you become my brother again. I really want to know."
He wrapped his arms around her. "I’ll call." She smelled like flowers, dirt, perfumed soap, and a little sweat, utterly unlike the stale, sour hospital scents he remembered on her skin.
"How much trouble are you in? Omi’s been watching you through the window the whole time."
"He’s overreacting." To throw her off the scent, he added, "He’s also interested in me," hoping that the tidbit would be too juicy for her to skip over.
"That’s there too, but it’s not all of it. What?"
"I’m very proud of you."
"That I’m paranoid?"
"You’re aware. You’re safer that way," he answered. But she was uncomfortable now. "I’m sorry, Aya. Do you want to go back inside?"
"Yes. You have to go, don’t you?"
"Not really. Not yet."
"You’re twitching and checking the street, Ran. You’re worried that you’re making me a target, aren’t you?"
"I hate this."
"I know. I do too." She kissed him. "I have to go back to work."
His heart twisted. "All right." He gave her one final hug and stared forlornly at her back as she went into the shop.
Omi walked out to him. "What happened?"
"She saw that we’re assassins." Aya shook his head. "Coming back to Tokyo was a mistake. Now I just know I was right not to contact her. It’s even possible that I might still be myself if we hadn’t come here."
"You don’t know that."
"I don’t know anything." Aya ran his hand through his hair. "Can I borrow your cell phone? I need to make a call. A private call."
"I don’t want us to get separated--"
Enough. "I can sit in the car, and you can watch me through the window from inside Kitten in the House. Just like you did while I was talking to my sister."
Omi paled, then said, "All right." He handed his phone over and went back inside, casting upset glances over his shoulder now and then.
Aya took a deep breath that failed to calm him, then sat in the Porsche’s driver seat and closed the door. This might be a mistake. It would look desperate to call her the next day. It might be a deliberately wrong number.
Oh, fuck it. He dialed.
On the third ring she answered, "Hello?" Right number.
He hadn’t even realized how afraid he’d been that she’d just blown him off kindly until now. Weak. Stupid. Just like calling was. "It’s Aya."
"Aya!" She sounded surprised and pleased. "Can’t get enough of me, huh?"
"I wish it were that simple. I’m calling to let you know that I have to leave the city sooner than I thought. Business."
"You’re calling to-- You’re a traveling florist?"
Who would believe that? "It sounds ridiculous, I know. It wasn’t my idea."
He could hear her smile. "It’s perfect for you, Aya."
"I’m starting to wonder what kind of impression you have of me."
"Wouldn’t you like to know."
"That’s what I said."
"Can I see you before you go?" she purred.
Of course, she must have thought that he wanted a goodbye tryst. Why else would he call? "No. We’re leaving very soon. I’m not even sure where we’re going."
She said nothing for a minute, then replied, "If you’re in a cult, you can tell me."
"Yukio!"
"It makes sense. You travel Japan selling flowers to support your cult. I could ride in and rescue you if you want."
He smiled, even though she couldn’t see it. "I’m not in a cult."
"Sure, that’s what they make you say...."
"All right. I’m in a cult. My god demands blood and flowers."
"See? Don’t you feel better now?"
"No. Not really. I don’t want to go."
"Then don’t!"
He couldn’t tell her that they were leaving because of something that had happened to him, making him responsible. "It’s the way the business works."
"The traveling florist business."
He couldn’t tell her the truth. I’m not really a woman. I am a florist. I am an assassin. We’re running because our location is known to a rival group of assassins who have psychic powers.
He wondered if she’d noticed his scars and bruises last night.
"Yes. I’m sorry." He could feel another door closing behind him. Whether he wanted it or not, Weiß could be the only personal contacts in his life. Fighting it made no difference.
"Let me know when you get back."
"Of course." She probably wouldn’t care by then. Besides, he’d hopefully be male, which wouldn’t interest her. "Goodbye, Yukio."
"I don’t believe in goodbyes, Aya. ’Til next time."
He turned off the phone and took another deep breath, feeling claustrophobic.
Omi watched. He had to, to keep Aya safe. Knowing that he intruded on something private, unable to stop anyway, he watched Aya be flirtatious, then seemingly heartbroken. He’d never seen Aya so naked.
Who was it he spoke to? Was this the ‘not always’ on the phone?
Omi understood Aya very well sometimes. To some extent, everyone in Weiß had the same experience. Why reach out to anyone when life kept smacking you for even trying? As a woman, Aya had been reaching out and kept being punished for it. Who would blame him for giving up?
Somber, Omi waved goodbye to Aya-chan and Momoe-san and walked out to the car. When he tapped on the window, Aya opened the door for him. Despite the curiosity burning through him, Omi didn’t ask whom Aya had been talking to.
And Aya, even more somber, said nothing all the way back to the trailer.
Ken and Yohji already had the trailer ready to leave. "Kanazawa," Yohji muttered. "What the hell do any of us know about Kanazawa?"
"It’s near the Sea of Japan," Aya answered softly.
"Well, that’s ever so helpful. We have my car hooked up. Manx said she’ll drive the Porsche to us tomorrow."
"It doesn’t matter," Aya said. "Is there anything more that needs to be done?"
"Ken’s already securing his motorcycle, so no, we’re good."
"I think I’ll go to bed then." Aya left.
Yohji looked at Omi. "This is so not good. What happened?"
"He said his goodbyes," Omi answered. "He probably feels like this wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t attracted Schuldig’s attention. Depression would be a natural reaction."
"And Aya’s naturally depressed already."
Which Yohji hadn’t exactly helped, but Omi managed not to say that. "Exactly."
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