if by chance we should meet again, it would be In Genesis

[drabble] - Chamber

2007-09-05T03:07:18Z

Title: Chamber
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Yoh
Rating: PG
Author Notes: Really rough, it sketches the idea of Yoh's mind from my point of view - it might not make sense...

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A creaking door, it stood alone in a mist of darkness. Enveloped in a chamber filled with black. Nothing, soundless, devoid of all life, is hollow. The creaking door fixated at the center of the dark chamber opened and closed ever so slightly, without a key, without a knob. The only passage to enter the vast chamber and it can only be opened by one person.

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Seven years...

Dancing in his vision, reminiscences.

...indeed has been a long time.

The simple duet of Fei Long and Asami swirled around.

Seven years, until my duties are finished, no, will this darkness disappear.
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Isolation from fulfillment, eternally encased in emptiness to the time the comitted burdens are condoned, reliquinshed, until all chains have fallen.
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Technically this is inspired by NT0 since it gave me a bit more of an insight to Yoh's character...

[fanart] - Is it the first or second time?

2007-08-30T09:16:55Z

Title: Is it the first or second time?
Author: ingenesis
Theme: Asami's Birthday Contest Fan Art
Character(s) and Pairing (if applicable): Asami, Takaba, Kou&Takato
Rating: NC-17
Warning: No warnings, just a little sex scene in VF chapter 2
Summary: Asami's thoughts in the shower, or after the shower...
Author Notes: I wish it looked more professional...but well, it's not as smutty as the others I've seen, nor as creative >.<;; but well, I hope you enjoy it :/

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Credits:
Artwork is by me, ingenesis, and the artwork behind the back of Asami is copyrighted to Yamane Ayano.
Tokyo Image from Ivan's Blog.
Screentones, etc.. from Debi-chiru, Screentonez, and Skybase.
***Photoshop is definitely a good choice if Manga Studio screws up...I need Comic Works >.<;;

[fic] - Dreams that Happen

2007-08-16T20:33:02Z

Title: Dreams that Happen
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: Written for an already overdue Asami's birthday. Short, not long, and definitely not narrative. It might sound a bit rusty after almost a month of inactivity...

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A soft light penetrated the darkness of the night and it shone upon the smooth defined skin that slept under it. The light reflected off glistening sweat drops as these drops rolled slowly down, outlining every rise of the slender muscles and every curve of the slumbering body. Ruffled white blankets covered only a partial part of the sleeping figure, thin as these blankets are it redefined the form that lay underneath. Gentle moans exuded as each second went, rising and falling. Eyelids fluttering in tune with the quiet wanton moans that lightly echoed throughout the black room. Sometimes a huffing and a shortness of breath was heard but the continual satisfied sighs always came after.

Then a sudden jerk from the bed aroused the slumbering man and snapping his eyes open he looked down and saw droplets covering his sheets. An exasperated grunt was heard and as the light illuminated the bed the man soon fell victim to his dream again.

"Akihito..." said a lustful voice.
I don't believe it, why is he so submissive?
"...hito...!!" growled the same resonating voice.
It feels so good!
Pushing the boy's head lower the same lustful voice wisped out in barely controlled moans and grunts.

On the white bed, the sleek large figure was curled over, one arm propping his body up on the forearm and the other arm reaching below the waist, satisfying the pleasure for the sensual dream. With each lengthy sucking from the hot, soft mouth and the rolling tongue that licks the dribbling tip the obedient boy catered to all the needs of that particular sexual part in the dream and with the jerking of the hand in tune with the sucking and the licking satisfied the man outside of the dream. Each hour came with more than twice the ejaculations and each hour came with more sensuous moaning and cries.

"How is it, Asami? Do you like it?" the boy mewled sensually with an arousing lewd look while gently kissing and stroking his toy.
That boy never makes such an erotic face like that...he also never asks...
"It's better..." the proud man answered.

Waking up to the full shine of the morning sun, Asami groaned and kneading his forehead with the palm of his hand he mumbled, "Never will I have sleepless nights for work..."

Shit, I didn't even penetrate!
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Woah...that's short! I can never go for long on a sex(less) scene, haha. I do hope it makes sense, I wrote it under a very powerful fan - egads, you guys don't know how hot it is here in California! except for those Californians that live there haha...

[fic] - Bunny Stew [CS]

2007-07-18T05:22:23Z

Title: Bunny Stew
Series: Crimson Spell
Pairing: None
Rating: PG-13
Author Notes: There isn't any dialogue and could almost be considered as a prose (not really). I know stories without dialogues aren't as engaging and exciting but you don't always need dialogue to explain a matter. >.<;;

(*cough* finished it right before the end date O.O)

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It was just from his perspective, but Ruruka had this odd notion of Val being a masochist or, rather, the other way around - Hallwill. Though it was apparent in both Val and Hallwill's conduct when they were going at it constantly he never really confirmed the thought until now.

Just the night before when both his companions, so to speak, were having a go at it he was scrutinizing their behavior and bodily gestures. Mind you, this little bunny has not the mind of the perverted mind of the hroptr, the wizard, but it was equally engaging when in the presence of sexual activity. Enjoyable as it is to watch the carnal pleasures the scenes produced, Ruruka couldn't help noticing it all. Forgive the roundabout why of presenting this information but it wouldn't be interesting to see if the hero of this particular story reveals all his findings in one breadth.

Continuing, the bunny, while observing the pleasures these activities forego he was constantly reminded of the odd extremities either party had to go to give each other not just sensual pleasures but the pure bodily attractions that came with it - the clawing, the biting, the consistent wiggling and pulling. Well, now you could readily believe that all these bodily afflictions are received from the one providing the pleasure. The beast, well, not as sensible and coherent as we would like him to be, his sensual and erotic moans and growls accompanied with his painful yet arousing afflictions were comprehensible and sufficient enough to provide the wizard encouragement to continue the sexual activity.

Now, the bunny, after reaching this devious conclusion from his observation and endless hours of contemplating with nothing better to do presented this idea to the wizard one morning when the prince was sound asleep. You can probably imagine what reaction was merited from the wizard.

The wizard never really thought too much into the matter that the bunny brought up but when presented it so abruptly and unceremoniously he stood aghast and shocked. Though the problem wasn't as great as the wizard perceived it was a hurt to his pride.

There's no need to elaborate on how the wizard prizes himself however, when it relates to the prince, in particular, the beastly part of the prince, the wizard cannot let anything that is hurtful to his manhood be let so easily. These thoughts passed the wizard's mind in a span of a few seconds after the confrontation by the bunny the wizard resolved to do something drastic and that needed the bunny's cooperation.

On perceiving the unusual glint in the wizard's eye, the bunny realized the position he got himself into. Upon retreating a few steps backwards he was suddenly overshadowed by the wizard's presence. Changing back into his bunny state he tried to flee but was caught and pulled sharply by his long large ears and dragged to an open fire lit by the wizard's magic. Wide-eyed in terror, the bunny believed he was to be burned alive and eaten, struggled for relief of the grip and freedom from the demented wizard.

After being tied to a stick and dangling from his four feet the bunny couldn't resume human form because of the panic that terrorized him. The wizard gazed upon the possible breakfast with anticipation not misplaced and was about to lay the bunny above and across the burning fire when the prince awoke from his slumber by the burning smell and demanded with authority what he was doing. The wizard stopped in the midst of cooking the bunny and complacently announced that he was cooking breakfast. The prince, nodding in consent blearily rubbed his eyes and returned to his slumber.

Chuckling, the wizard eyed the bunny amusingly and the bunny, seeing no humor in the prince's carelessness, stayed frozen in unwanted anticipation.
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Ohh...hope this made sense, my last entry from the CS contest and it isn't my best O.o Darn, oh well.

[fic] - Scarlet Eve [pt 5]

2007-07-03T17:32:13Z

Title: Scarlet Eve [pt 5]
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: PG-13
Author Notes: Finally! After how long, I have decided to pick up the pen and continue Scarlet Eve, although most of you might have already forgotten it... Anyway, thanks to paranoia_woman since she gave me back my inspiration to continue Scarlet Eve. Well, as per every fic I have written, the line breaks depict another scene and if you have not read the chapters before, they are located below:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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As the black limo sped through the night Takaba's thoughts, in tune, sped.

I'm screwed... I don't have anything and if I wasn't in this bind I would actually be enjoying this joyride. Damn, all this juicy information...

Shifting his glance from Kou to Takato and back he sighed and said, "Hey! Um...Mr. Saitou or whatever your name is, can we get some food? We're kinda hungry."

Both of Takaba's friends looked at him in shocked surprise and then in exultation when the auburn haired man grunted his consent. Takaba looked at them and shrugged then Kou and Takato burst out laughing. They were quickly silenced by the sharp hungry looks of the two bodyguards that are sitting at both the window seats.

The driver gently pulled up towards a simple convenience store and went out to get some food.
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Flipping through the thin stack of paper, Asami grit his teeth and flung the paper towards the other side of the back seat. Crossing his legs he put one hand on his forehead in contemplation and his other hand lain across his crossed legs.

Now I remember. That bastard, Nishimura Hideki, was a large firearms dealer that dealt in the western continents. This does not bode well...

Asami shifted in his seat and said, "Drive towards that warehouse." The driver looked at his rear view mirror and nodded his affirmative and sped towards the dark building.
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Rain pounded heavily on the asphalt streets and the wind seemed to howl at every noise made. Takaba felt his mind squirm under the tensed atmosphere and his friends appeared to be in the same situation.

Takaba threw a glance at Kou and shifted his eyes towards Takato. He stared hard and in silent contemplation unnerving the two friends that were sitting under his scrutiny. Kou shifted uneasily and whispered, "Uh, Takaba? What's up?" As if broken out of a spell, Takaba blinked twice and with clear eyes said to Kou, "I think we're being tailed."

Takato raised a brow and Kou cocked his head, uncomprehending. Is it Asami? Takaba wondered. Curse me for actually thinking it might be him. Hell, he might've forgotten about me... and he sniffed disconcertingly and looked straight ahead. Meanwhile, Kou and Takato were in a silent conversation as Saitou and the driver sped on through the darkness.

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"Asami-sama, I see a black car with no license plate in front of me."

"Can you see any passengers in there?"

"I believe there is five to seven people in there. I'm not sure, the rain is blurring my vision."

Asami took in what the driver said and pondered. A car without a license plate and about five to seven passengers. It could be...

Coming out of his thoughts he ordered the driver to tail the car in front.
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As the driver pulled up into a dark abandoned warehouse, Saitou instructed the bodyguards to rope the three captives' hands and lead them towards the green room.

Takaba cocked his head in wonderment at what the "green room" was and Kou and Takato wondered the same.

While the group walked towards the room, another car pulled up close to the warehouse and a tall man with a black overcoat and slick suit stepped out into the rain.

Each step echoed in the dimly lit hallway of the warehouse and the three captives took in everything around them. A few minutes slipped by and the group reached what was the called the green room. As they entered, the captives understood why it was called the green room, it was literally painted green from walls to ceiling and carpeted in green carpet also. The furniture was another shade of green and even the coffee table was painted green.

Each person blinked once or twice to clear away the brightness and vibrant color and then the bodyguards lead the captives to one of the sofas adjacent to the door. The driver asked if anything else was needed and Saitou answered not and dismissed the driver. Then shifting his attention to the captives addressed them, "Hideki-sama will be here soon. Do not fret."

Fret, who the hell would fret in this situation?! But...wait...that Saitou addressed Nishimura Hideki by his first name, are they that close? Not even Asami's lackeys address him that way unless they wanted to die. Who the fuck is Nishimura Hideki? and who the hell called Saitou about some "worrisome" news? Shit, my mind's fucked up and rolled over...

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Asami snuffed his cigarette on the wet paved asphalt and with a drenched head and shoulders glared beneath his wet hair and strode towards the warehouse's silhouette.

His driver stared at the menacing figure's back and shuddered at the thought of what might his employer do.

As Asami trod into the abandoned warehouse he saw muddled groups of wet shoe prints still fresh on the floor and decided to follow them.
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"Ah, Hideki-sama, yes, are you here? Alright, I'll send on of the guards to escort you in."

Takaba looked up at the auburn haired man, Saitou, and asked, "So...what's he going to do? I mean, Hideki." Saitou flashed an infuriated glare at Takaba and menacingly said, "You are NOT to address Hideki-sama by his first name. Show some respect!"

Shrugging, Takaba said dimissively, "But, y'know, it makes people wonder what kind of relationship you two hold..." Looking at the agitated man from the corner of his eye Takaba thought, "Oh, bingo!" Meanwhile, Kou and Takato thought, "What the hell is that boy doing?! Trying to get us killed?!"

Frustrated, Saitou left without a word to welcome his boss.

Meanwhile, Takaba shrugged at the pair who looked at him with daggers and one of them, Takato, angrily fumed, "Jesus, Akihito! What the hell are you doing?" Then Kou stared at the boy with wonder and quietly said, "You know we're going to get out of here alive?"

Takaba, again shrugged, and looking down silently said, "Where are you...Asami?"

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Walking along the corridors, Asami's unscuffed leather shoes echoed throughout the dank hallway as it hit the floor with each step.

Asami looked about, scrutinizing every detail and upon a sudden interruption stopped abrubtly and glanced around.

Takaba? Was he calling me? No, no of course not. That stubborn boy only calls my name in bed.

Surprised at the sudden sentimentality of his voice Asami stopped in understanding, revelations ensued his eyes as he understood.

Am I like this? Am I like this when the boy isn't here with me, when Akihito isn't here?

Looking down, sorrow glazed over Asami's normally unwavering piercing eyes. After a moment of contemplation he looked up and with a stronger resolution of getting the boy back quickly continued his search.
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So much for completing this series. Well, I do believe that it will end on the next chapter...maybe two if I'm unlucky. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this one as much as I didn't. (Okay, I'm bad at making jokes...) *pouts*

[drabble] - Three of a Kind

2007-07-02T06:26:39Z

Title: Three of a Kind
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Author Notes: In light of the recent developments in Viewfinder *bangs head out of agitation* I bring you a drabble!

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Why is this happening? Asami was there, he was right there and I saw him! Did he hear me? Did he see me?

Please, Asami, I need you now!

With wavering eyes he pleaded for help as he was whisked away by the enemy.

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Akihito?! Where is he? Those gunshots, it cannot be. Feilong...how dare you defy me! You will recieve no mercy from me.

You cannot leave me, Akihito!

With a gun pointed at the back of Feilong's head, with piercing eyes he penetrated Feilong's defense.

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Asami, you bastard! What happened with Takaba? I must find him and keep him safe.

You shall not leave here alive, Asami!

With hatred at being cornered, he stood determined to make his enemy fall.
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This is odd and I doubt it will merit a good reaction but I hope it does well :P

Crimson Spell Fanart

2007-06-29T04:13:51Z

Well, I finally got it finished. Though to me it looks incredibly horrible. Towards the end I got lazy so you could probably see the laziness in it. Oh well, hope you like it. ^__^;;

No preview, sorry. XP

Any comments, critiques, ridicule? O.o

[fic] - It's a WHAT?! (CS)

2007-06-22T01:52:09Z

Title: It's a WHAT?!
Series: Crimson Spell
Pairing: Havi & Val (or is it Prince Bald? O.o)
Rating: rated R (just to be safe...)
Author Notes: Okay, although we all know that Yamane-sensei named our beloved Prince...Bald...I'm sticking with Val. I'm sorry, but I just can't see him as BALD!! I have quite a vivid imagination you know...

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Oh god, what the hell is happening?

Trying to pull off the grasp around his neck he flailed about struggling for breath.

How the hell did I get myself into this situation?! Where's Ruruka when I need him?

Finally retaining a solid hold of the grasping hand he sent a crushing hold on it and pulled it off forcibly. The creature screamed shrilly and wriggled back into the canopies of the darkening trees.

Shit...huff, so tired. Havi, what the hell are you up to...?

He blanked out and his conscience slipped away.
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"Val, wake up. Oh please wake up! Val!"

Feeling the cool spring water splashed onto his face his eyes fluttered for a second and opened. He looked around in mild disinterest and mumbled, "Wh...where?"

"Oh, Val! You're awake, thank goodness! What am I to do?! Havi's not back and you're injured. My healing powers only healed your surface, I don't have the power to revive you entirely."

Still a bit groggy, Val managed to say, "Ruruka?" and fell into a darkening sleep.

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"Havi, he's been like this for two weeks. What is happening?"
"I don't know, do you know what attacked him? This symptom isn't normal."
"I think a creature from the forest canopy attacked him, though I'm not sure what it was exactly. But from the residue of the creature's toxin on Val's clothing, I'd say it was a man-eater plant or a peculiar demon that secretes toxic."
"Well, whatever it is, we need to find it. Mayhap it holds the cure for Val. As it is, he cannot continue in this unstable condition."

Ruruka looked at Havi with worried eyes and quietly said, "Even Val's beast has been affected. It hasn't shown up once since then. Why didn't it protect Val when he was attacked." Havi stared meticulously at Val's face, pondering. Ruruka took the bowl of toxin and examined it.

After some time, in the dead of night, Havi was awoken by the soft painful groans of Val. Getting up he walked towards the hurt prince by the dimming fire and saw his face reddened with fever and riddled with cold sweat. Another pained moan escaped the pale lips and Havi looked at the prince in despair. What am I to do? I have never encountered this before nor have I read it in books.

Taking a damp cloth he gently brushed away the bangs and laid the towel across the prince's forehead. Then opening his can of water tried to dribble a few drops of it down the prince's throat and found him choking. Worry obscured Havi's face and pouring the water into his mouth he tossed the can aside and slowly bent his head towards the prince. Lightly brushing the prince's lips he deepened the kiss and let the water flow through the prince's mouth. After choking a few times the prince settled down and a contented sigh was heard.

Havi took the prince into his arms and carried him to a nearby tree. Sitting down and leaning his back towards it he put the prince between his bent opened legs and let the prince's head rest on his shoulder. Taking his cape he laid it across them both and closed his eyes. Below him he could hear the prince's ragged breath slowly becoming stable and an incoherent word came out. Surprised, Havi opened his eyes and bent his head so he could hear the prince clearly and heard the boy say, "Ha...Hav...i..."

A gentle smile played on Havi's lips and he soon fell asleep.

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Ruruka awoke and stared blankly and jealously at the pair slumbering beneath the tree. "Oh, so you get to hold Val while I don't? Y'know, that isn't fair. He is my master you know and you, you're nothing but a hroptr, a wizard, a nobody with some fame. Aren't I supposed to take care of him?! Hurmph!"

Havi, with his eyes closed, chuckled and said, "Ah, yet when Val was hurt you didn't know what to do except panic. I do wonder, bunny."

Opening his eyes, Havi saw the reaction he wanted from the rabbit. A peeved and embarrassed look that gave him pleasure knowing that he was the only one that owned Val.

"Once the prince finds out you've dirtied him, not to mention countless times, I can't wait to see the day when you're sentence has been announced: By decree of Prince Valdrigue, this famous hroptr, Hallwil, for ravaging the young prince and other miscellaneous actions, will be sentenced to hang at Dead Creek at the morrow. Good day. Oh what a joy it'll be!"

Fully awake Havi stared threateningly at the rabbit unnerving him and said, "As I've said before, bunny stew tonight."

Shocked fear rippled through the rabbit's body, and shaking uncontrollably cried, "You big meanie!" and ran off.

Havi watched the frightened rabbit disappear into the dense thicket of trees and returned his attention to his pained patient. The prince's face wasn't as pale as the night before but it did not show any promise of improving. Havi looked worriedly at his flushed cheeks and gently brushed away the limp hair from the prince's forehead.

What IS wrong? He was not badly hurt nor was exposed to anything toxic, but that rabbit said the creature might have secreted a toxic from its skin... Picking up the bowl filled with what Ruruka said was toxin he pondered over it.

"Hm? Wait...this isn't toxin..." bringing the bowl up closer Havi scrutinized its contents just to be sure. "I was right this is..."

From behind Havi whirled around and saw Ruruka coming through the forest haggard and beaten. "Ha...vi..."

"What's wrong, Ruruka?" Havi asked, disturbed by the condition of the rabbit.

The rabbit stumbled towards Havi and involuntarily changed back to its animal form then collapsed on top of the pained prince. Havi stared at the exhausted rabbit and poking its flushed cheeks asked, "What happened? How are you in this state?"

The rabbit tried to open its eyes but failed and let out a long breath started its narration, "R..right after I left you bo...th, I stumbled into the darker part of the forest...wh...where I met with that canopy beast. I...believe Val also...en...countered it and it tried to reach for me. I did everything I could to ward it...off but it did..n't succumb..."

Havi listened intently and after a while asked, "Did you see what it looked like?" The rabbit shook its head slowly and was questioned again about what happened. The rabbit finally looked up and said softly, "I think I brought it back here..." Havi stared point blank at the rabbit and then turned his attention towards the part of the forest where the rabbit came from. From there he perceived a subtle movement, a soft rustle and then a loud roar.

Havi instantly grabbed his staff and laid both the rabbit and the prince gently aside and stood up erect. Out from the forest depth came a most disturbing looking beast. It looked almost human...yet wasn't.

The wizard looked at the beast peculiarly and demanded from it, "What are you?" The beast looked blankly at the black clad wizard and suddenly attacked. Havi pointed his staff at the beast and muttered a few quick incantations and sent the beast flying off towards the end of the forest injured.

After the attack Havi cursed himself for forgetting to examine the beast. But if I'm correct..., Havi thought, then I can cure it.

Setting the tired rabbit inside a make-shift bed of cloth he placed down another simple bedding and carried the feverish prince to it.

That toxin that beast secreted... then taking off his cloak and garments he bent over the prince and slipped his hand into the prince's pants. Then this should work...

Havi gently grabbed the prince's other self and was rewarded with a soft and sensuous moan. Havi chuckled under his breath and said, "Ah, this will be enjoyable and I doubt his beast will come out..."

He then slowly unbuttoned the prince's shirt and bent down lower, tenderly sliding his hand down the prince's torso. Ah, this fair skin is so different in contrast to the dark and marked skin of his beast.

"Ah...ahm..." Havi looked up at the groaning prince and moved his head up and gently kissed him. When the prince didn't resist he deepened the kiss and lengthened it. With his hand still stroking the growing erection Havi broke the kiss and the prince stuck out his tongue searching for the hot lips that kissed him. Havi chuckled and brushed his lips softly over the prince's reddening lips recieving another sensual moan from the prince.

Meanwhile the rabbit woke up from the continuous lewd cries the prince exuded and wondered, "He even does the invalid, he's lucky that Val isn't awake to notice it since it's the real Val right now...hm...this is getting interesting..."

"..."

"Wow! I've been sick for that long? Huh...though I wonder why I don't remember a thing..."

Ruruka took a quick glance at the wizard who sat crouched near some potions and other otherworldly things fiddling around with them and said to Val, "It's best that you didn't."

Val also looked towards the direction of the wizard and asked, "He's been tinkering with those things the whole day it seems, what's wrong?" The rabbit shrugged in ignorance of the matter and Val trod towards the occupied wizard.

"Hm? What are you making?" Val bent over and asked.

Without moving Havi said, "An aphrodisiac..." Ruruka's ears perked up to this and made a snide comment, "Oh? I wonder why." Havi shot the rabbit an angry look and the rabbit unaffectedly said shrugging at the same time, "Why are you looking at me with that dirty look? I was just wondering why you needed an aphrodisiac."

Val, confused, looked at both the rabbit and the wizard and demanded he know what an aphrodisiac was. Ruruka and Havi stared disbelieving at the prince's ignorance and the rabbit stepped forward and holding Val's face said, "Oh! what a pure and innocent boy! Untainted and unscathed by the perverse ways of the world!" Val looked at Ruruka with an even more bewildered face and exclaimed, "I don't understand! What do you mean?"

Havi glared at the rabbit and calmly said, "It's a drug, Val, just in case you fall victim to one of those canopy beasts again." Val nodded in affirmative and Ruruka rolled his eyes and said, "Havi, someday it'll all come back to you."

Havi looked at the prince and replied, "I'll meet it when it comes."

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Afterwords...

"Val, do you want to know what an aphrodisiac really is?" whispered Ruruka.

Val turned his head towards Ruruka and asked, "It's not a drug?"

"No, of course not!" Ruruka cried, "Well...technically it is, in a way...but here's what it really means..."

"WHAT?! Why in hell would Havi NEED IT?! Tha...that's just wrong!" Ruruka enjoyed this reaction from the prince and laughed.

Up in the front, Havi turned around his horse and trotted up towards Val and Ruruka and asked, "What's wrong?"

Val gave him an odd look that Havi didn't like and looked at Ruruka saying, "You did...didn't you."

Looking away, Ruruka shrugged and said, "I don't know," then sneered jestingly at the grave man before him.

Damn...what am I to do now? the wizard thought as he looked at the flushed cheeks of the angry prince.
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FIN.

Okay, my very first Crimson Spell fic and it's for a contest no less. How do you like it? It's nothing like my sad and depressing fics in Viewfinder is it? Well, I'd love to hear some comments on it. xP

[fic] - A Promise of an Eternity

2007-06-09T03:50:35Z

Title: A Promise of an Eternity
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: PG
Author Notes: The sequel to Pray to God... You can probably guess the outcome of this fic since Pray to God... was unbearable and depressing.

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People moved slowly when they are in happiness. Time seems to stop for those in love. But those who are able to embrace their fate flow in tune with time. Passing through those who stopped and eluding those who move ever so slowly. Even the ones who are sad and bewildered freeze in time and relive their past. Forever stuck until they are able to move beyond their past emotions and live a new day.

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I meant what I had said...yet at the same time, I pray to God you hear me, but it ends now.

Looking up at the white ceiling, those words tormented him, clawing endlessly at his heart and soul. He sighed and closed his eyes always wishing that it wasn't reality, that he was still dreaming. In his mind he continually envisioned the boy staring at him and laughing, smiling like the rising sun, but when he opened his eyes he realized that what was done was done. Though he wanted to turn back time and change the past, to recreate a new reality where the boy would love him without fear, he knew he could not. Regretting all that he had done, mourning over the pain the boy carried because of him, he wanted dearly to see him, to hold him and to say I'm sorry. But never, he could never see the boy again, and with that, the boy disappeared into the dawning sun and vanished.

And so he constantly prayed and yet he relinquished the thought of the boy granting him one last chance, a chance to embrace him once more.
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A gentle breeze stirred, carelessly wafting through the leaves of trees, creating a comforting sound of quiet music. The soft warm light shone radiantly, reflecting off the crystal clear waters and illuminating the dusk sky. The warmth of the late afternoon gently nudged the slumbering boy awake.

Letting out a contented sigh, the boy rolled over and snuggled against the velvety grass and fell asleep once more. The wind, giving the boy a few moments more, slowly picked up and played around with the sleeping boy. Tousling his gray-brown hair and gently rolling over his exposed skin, the wind gradually awakened the serene sleep of the boy.

He let out another complacent sigh and slowly willed his faded blue eyes awake. The boy stared blearily at the waning light that rimmed the sea's horizon like a thin white halo and laid there blinking away the daze from his eyes.

Reluctantly, he rose from his slumber and absentmindedly dusted himself off. His gaze riveted on a spellbinding dusk that settled gently beyond the lolling waters. A few echoes of silent gunshots flashed through his mind and the boy broke out of his spellbound trance, closing his eyes wearily and shaking his head, clearing his mind of those sorrows. Then contemplating wistfully of those bygone times, the boy fell into a solemn musing, remembering those finer days.

From behind, the boy heard the crackling of leaves beneath a foot and looked up startled at the sudden disturbance. Swiftly turning about he simultaneously perceived his friend and let out a tensed sigh. Looking up, the boy showed a resigned smile when asked a question by his friend and answered humorously with an unaffected tone that he felt quite alright and that his friend need not worry. The perturbed friend nodded in consent and gestured for the boy to come with him, then turning, walked briskly away.

The boy once more closed his eyes and sighed then walked in his friend's wake.

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Upon arriving at their destination, the boy and his friend quickly walked inside the large apartment room and the friend gestured again from the boy to follow him.

They entered a long, dimly lit hallway and after a few minutes the boy and his friend were hit with a blindingly bright sunlight that momentarily shocked their eyes. In another moment or two the bright light soon gave way to a clearer faded light and the two went into a beautifully decorated veranda.

Beyond the open doorway sat the boy's other friend, a dark mid-length haired boy that waved excitedly for the boy and the friend next to him to sit down. Enthusiastically picking up a pitcher of cooling lemonade, the dark haired boy poured a glass full of the drink into the boy's glass and pausing to at the other friend to have a silent discussion. The dark haired boy stared at the tall blond and shook his head in concern. Turning their heads towards the boy, they watched him partake monotonously in the sweet drink, withdrawn from the rest of the world. They returned their heads back to its original place and the dark haired boy set the half-full pitcher quietly down and settled in his seat.

"What should we do?" the dark haired boy whispered.
"What can we do..." answered the tall blond.
"He's been like that ever since, well, you know, Takato," the former said, sighing.
"I don't think he's sad though, Kou, but it is distressing," the blond man named Takato said, continuing, "is he still reliving it? or he is trying to disregard it. It has already been a year since then."
Kou, the dark haired man, replied furtively, "Then I doubt that he isn't traumatized." Takato shot him a silencing look and roughly said, "Don't joke around." Kou looked anxiously at the dazed boy and solemnly answered, "Sorry, but, Akihito cannot bear it anymore. I don't know what to do..." Sadly, Takato glanced at Kou and silently whispered, "If only..."

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The boy, Takaba, fell into a light sleep in the wooden cushioned chair and woke up two hours later on a dark veranda. Kou and Takato were inside discussing some inaudible plans, not wanting to disturb the sleepy languor of the boy.

Takaba padded softly into the medium sized living room of the apartment and found himself confronted by his two friends. Confused and startled he looked at both of them quizzically until Kou opened his mouth and said softly, "Do you love him?"

Stricken by the brusque and agitating question, Takaba found himself disoriented and feverish and unwilling to answer, hastened quickly towards the nearest exit which was the door that exited to the veranda. Nightfall fell already and Takaba ran towards the silhouette of the veranda railing and jumped off the second floor. Kou and Takato dashed towards the railing and looked over it in frantic search of the boy, each worried that he got hurt, or worse, died, and suddenly spotted him sprinting towards the direction of the crescent moon. It hung like a bright white sickle in the darkened sky barely illuminated the sleek figure of the boy.

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Pulling out a cigarette and a lighter he found himself on the borderline of smoking usually and chain smoking. He knew his subordinates were frightened and worried for him, yet he couldn't stop his bodily urge and hunger to inhale the numerous amount of nicotine. Scoffing, he said, "I'll die when I want to die..." then drifting off his thoughts suddenly jumped back towards the boy. Closing his eyes and inhaling a long draught of the cigarette, he slowly opened his eyes when the surety of the boy's image disappeared. After a few moments of quietness, he was instantly struck with self-hatred and momentary hopes, each facet of thoughts bearing down on him bodily.

"I cannot go on like this! A year...a whole year has passed, and nothing but tormenting feelings," he said, distressfully. A light rap on the door shifted his attention. In entered a subordinate and pausing his strides quickly glanced at his boss in case he was interrupting something. Perceiving nothing, he walked up towards the large desk until he was about a yard from it and stately said, "Asami-sama, there seems to be trouble down near Shinjuku. Would you like us to settle it? or will you check into it later?" Waiting for a reply, the subordinate saw a flash of vehemence lighting the golden eyes. The subordinate jerked and bowing stiffly quickly exited the tense atmosphere.

Asami, resting his chin on his cupped hands, thought, "Should I leave it or settle it myself?" After a brief reflection, the great man took his cloak and swiftly left his office.
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Takaba was found situated on top of a stone cylinder pillar, overlooking the little harbor. Kou and Takato trotted hurriedly towards him and tackled the boy down. Takaba looking up, laughed and pulled the two men off of him.

"What's this about?" the boy asked, mirth glinted in his eyes.
"Nothing. Just had an urge to tackle you," retorted Kou.
"C'mon, Akihito, no fussing now. We're taking you captive!" exlaimed Takato.
"Captive?! To where?!" said the suprised boy.
"Aw, nowhere, just back home," Kou answered.

The boy watched Kou and Takato, feeling a sense of nostalgia overwhelm him. Shaking the thoughts of them mentioning that home he cheerfully exclaimed, "Right!"

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Standing on the edge of the sea port, Asami stared into the diming light at the water's horizon. The sea breeze ruffled his suit and whisked about the trail of thin smoke. From behind he heard a car roll up to a stop and turned towards it. Coming out of the car was the blond guard followed by a member of the underground. Asami flashed his eyes vehemetly at the guard questioning. The blond guard took notice of the searing look and instantly whispered to Asami, "Sir, he would not leave until he saw you. We could not stop him."

Asami looked that unwanted company and gestured towards him to follow. With the flick of his cigarette he turned swiftly away from the setting sun and headed towards the small gathering of trees.

"I needed to see you, Asami," the underground member stated, then noticing the look of hate exuding from the other man immediately said after, "there is a matter of great importance beneath that needs to be attended to. You are the right man for it."

Bearing down at the man Asami glared hatredly and sinisterly whispered, "Is that all? Clean up your own dirty work, scum." The former spluttered and opened and closed his mouth in shocked surprise and stuttered out, "Yo...you can't do this!" Asami nodded towards the blond guard and the man was harshly taken away.

A moment after the guard left, Asami took the last draught of the cigarette and dropped on the grass. As he snuffed the ember from the cigarette out with his shoes he heard a faint rustle of clothing behind him. Shifting his gaze towards the direction of the sound he saw an unmistakable tuft of brown-like silver hair swiftly moving away followed by a black and blond hair. Hope seemed to arise in the deadened heart of him and his eyes began to search frantically for another trace, hoping it was not a mirage.

It cannot be...
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"Why're we here?" Takaba asked, looking around.
Getting up, Kou pointed towards the setting sun at the port and simply said, "This."
Takato nodded affirmatively when Takaba looked to him to confirm it. Then sighing, Takaba looked up at both his friends and laughing cried out, "What're you to planning? Wanna let me in on this?"
"Sorry, Akihito, but we have to go. Just me and Takato. You stay here," Kou solemnly said. Takaba looked bewildered and whispered, "What are you doing."
Takato glanced towards the setting sun and calmly said, "Just stay here, Takaba. The view's beautiflul."
Staring blankly at the two, Takaba nodded once and said, "Alright."

When his two friends left, Takaba walked towards the railing and rested his arms on it. He buried his face in his arms and let out a stressed sigh. He felt the gentle wind move about and the soft crashing of the waves lull him into a light sleep.

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Angry despair hovered over Asami and he subconsciously unclutched his hands and reached towards his breast pocket to pull out his lighter and his cigarettes. Closing his eyes, Asami inhaled deeply tasting the bitter and calming sensation of the smoke. Then he opened his eyes in blazing fury at what he could not obtain caught sight of a person.

The person was leaning gently on the port railing and is fast asleep against the cool winds and the calming singings of the birds.

Asami's eyes widened in disbelief and started to slowly stride towards the slumbing person in unsure steps. He reached out with an unsteady hand and lightly brushed the light brown hair. Asami heard a small grumble and a sigh exude from the person and saw him shift positions.

Now awakened, Asami grabbed the boy's slender waist and roughly pulling him used his free hand and gently caressed the startled boy's face. Asami let out a soft sigh and slowly leaned his forehead against the boy's. The boy beneath him squirmed in shock and tried to pull away all the while gasping, "No! A...a...Asam... Stop! Let go, please...!"

With each struggle Asami held the boy harder and closer until the boy gave up entirely and reluctantly allow the rough embrace. Asami then brushed his lips down towards the boy's ears and whispered quietly, "Akihito, I'm...sorry."

Overwhelming sadness and shock shook the boy and tears rolled down his face. "No, I..I cannot. I cannot, Asami," stuttered the confused boy.

Pain ensued Asami and forcing a deep kiss onto the boy he broke the kiss and with lips still lightly touching the boy's begged, "No, Akihito. You cannot...leave me. I need you," then he lowered his voice and said, "You are mine and I promise you, I will prove myself am worthy of your love, my soul."
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Is it resovled? Feh...I don't think so but the ending was sort of, kind of, is inspired by NT11. Although I was only 2/3 done with this and stopped for about a month. Which reminds me, I still need to wrap up Scarlet Eve... O.o I need to write some smut too...>////<

[fic] - Pray to God...

2007-04-05T01:53:40Z

Title: Pray to God...
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: PG
Author Notes: A sad type of fan fiction. I hope it makes sense. (I doubt that any of you like sad fanfics...seems like I do xP)

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Gray dust blew back and forth. The smell of burnt metal and flesh intoxicated the air. Quiet and deathly only the cackling of the ever-burning fire stayed. Behind the gray clouds and glowing embers dusk was falling giving way to a solemn night. The moon in its white glory rose but was soon covered by a wandering cloud. Its bodice reflecting the red fire so it too became as red as blood.
Lowering his camera Takaba looked sadly at the horrific scene. His eyes mused in pensive requiem mirroring the red moon in its sadness. Takaba raised his face towards the dark sky inhaling the inflaming aroma of the roaring fire and the dead.
A sudden image flashed through his mind as he breathed the air and Takaba startled stared down disturbed. Why now? he thought. Yes, why now, why had his thoughts turned towards him. Takaba shook his head in defiance and still the image, the thoughts lingered.

I cannot blame him. But who else could it be? I know he's not ruthless but why am I conceiving it is him? Takaba contemplated assenting and denying his thoughts.

Tired and restless, Takaba stood up and taking his equipment he left.
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Anxiety and anmity exuded from him. His eyes gleamed in malice and wondering at the same time why hasn't he been able to find the boy. Every time when he needed the boy he would be able to locate him easily. Why not now? Something's amiss and Asami didn't know what was.

Asami looked up from his speculation and mumbled, "What was the last thing he did?" and after dialing a few numbers comprehended.

It cannot...no, that boy isn't one to think that way. Then why? Asami said questioning himself wondering whether or not it is true.

Then realising Asami quickly left his office.
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The morning sun rose gently into the light blue sky like a clear glass ball gleaming radiantly. The warm light lit the fair soft skin and continued to grow until it shone upon everything else.

Takaba watched this process as he sat on the stone ledge. He let the light breeze play around him feeling its soft caresses upon him. Takaba closed his eyes in comfort and thought of nothing leaning his head back to feel the wind roll across his face. As he did he felt a dark presence hovering over him.

Opening his eyes he looked up and saw a pair of golden eyes staring down on him. Startled, Takaba fell off the ledge and landed on the soft sand beneath. Looking back up he saw a tall dark figure and his eyes widened in realization. Takaba's lips moved in shocked silent dissention at the possibility of that person being here. Looking down he stared disbelieving at his shadow.

Takaba slowly closed his eyes and inhaled deeply hoping that it wasn't real and after a moment released a long sigh but stopped short when he heard a deathly quiet voice speak, "Are you hoping it is not reality?"

His head shot up and Takaba turned around only to be faced by Asami. His feet involuntarily moved and he started to back away until his arm was caught by Asami. Takaba wiggled in pain and tried to pull away but the grip on his arm tightened. Takaba gasped and glared up at Asami and tried another attempt at pulling away.

"Answer me, boy. Were you hoping this was not reality? Did you think you could escape from me? In this world, I own you, in this reality, I own you. Do not think you could evade my grasp."

After listening to the man his anger and hate growing by every word said, Takaba jerked his arm away and hissed, "Yes, you own me, but you do not own me. Do not think I do not know you had no part in that bombing. Yet you still have the nerve to come find me when I purposely avoided you... You know nothing of me."

Upon hearing the last sentence Asami stared at the boy in front of him in bewilderment.

After a hestitated silence the bewildered man opened his lips. "Where did I go wrong?" escaped from Asami's lips. Takaba cast his gaze towards Asami and flicker of sadness was reflected in the boy's eyes. Asami stared at the vulnerable being before him and started to softly say, "Had I known..."

The boy looked mournfully at the man standing before him and quietly said, "I meant what I had said...yet at the same time, I pray to God you hear me, but it ends now."
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I seem to have a knack for making sad stories... >< Don't kill me!!

[fic] - An Idea

2007-04-02T18:50:29Z

Title: An Idea
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: PG-13
Author Notes: A summary: What sort of idea does Asami have of Takaba? Read and find out... bleah, I hope you enjoy it.

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June rolled by and July led to a few bonfires. August slowly started, slipping through the unwary and posing a threat to those who still needed to study. Around this time the staff of Asami Ryuichi was more on alert than not. Asami went through everyday normally and without any particular disturbance while the staff eyed around nervously waiting for something or another happen.

Each year around this particular time an incident would occur driving Asami to get abnormally infuriated and shrouded in more of a mystery to the staff. Even though these types of incidents happened every time throughout the year only around this particular time would Asami break out of his indifference and level-headness. However, this year Asami seemed more unpredictable and temperamental and the staff had a vague idea as to why.

Since the start of his meeting with Takaba Akihito, Asami could not draw himself away like he did before and he knew that. However, throughout the short history of his chance encounters and sometimes long meetings with the boy Asami had developed a rather odd idea about Takaba. Of course, the object of the idea himself doesn't know being oblivious to all but his work and photography but he did display that idea countless times that Asami was quite convinced.

The staff had a very shallow idea of what has been going on with Asami but decided to toss it aside since nothing of that sort had ever happened before. Nonetheless, they were still expecting some sort of massive disturbance to unwind Asami such as a sudden bombing of his office or professional assassins from his competitors trying to wipe him off the face of the earth.

When a whole day rolled quietly by without any occurrences the staff felt a slight shiver run up their backs.

"This isn't good...what happend?"

"My thoughts exactly, Asami-sama hasn't dealt with one opposition today..."

"I hope this is for the best..."

"Undoubtedly..."

As the staff continued to talk amongst themselves they heard a soft knock right outside of the grand building. The staff bustled about to make themselves look busy and one guard opened the door. In a flash a boy ran in and sped towards the elevator only to be blocked by a blond guard. The boy furiously turned his track and headed towards the stairs. The staff at the lower floors mumbled in a hushed shock that it was Takaba Akihito. The blond guard looked up the stairs, grimaced and went back to his post.

In the meantime Takaba dashed up the stairs and after reaching the highest floor burst into an office and yelled panting at intervals at the man sitting behind a large mahogany desk.

The man raised an eyebrow and chuckled watching the boy at the door's blood pressure rise every second. The boy drew out a manila folder and stormed up towards the man comfortably situated behind his desk and threw it in front of the man.

The man picked it up and flipped through it casually and after a minute asked, "So this is why you're mad? and here I thought one of your friends was taken into captivity again."

The boy's eye flashed angrily and he shouted out, "Bastard! What the hell did you do this time? Fuck! You nearly cost my job! Damn it, ASAMI!"

Asami stared at the boy and the smirked that appeared on his face a second ago left and was replaced by a stern mouth. He decided not to play around with the boy any more since this time the boy was serious, Takaba was serious. Slowly crossing his legs and resting his arms on them he leaned back and observed Takaba through cold indifference.

Soon after Takaba calmed down considerably after seeing the man before him showing seriousness also. Letting out a drawn breath Takaba leaned forward until his eyes was leveled with Asami's and vehemently said, "You held some sort of expectation towards me, I suppose?"

Looking directly into the boy's eyes he noticed that they weren't wavering and that sent shivers of excitement into him. Asami drew Takaba's face closer and softly said, "I did and still do. You should be thankful I did that," and cocking his head towards the folder full of images, "for you. Now your company knows that they can trust you." Takaba growled and pulled away. Asami unsatisfied with this reaction was about to retain the boy until he saw the boy digging for something inside his small bag. Curious and yet at the same time peeved at the boy's attitude of completely shutting him out got up and walked around the desk towards the boy.

Asami heard a soft Ah-hah! come from the boy's lips and he commenced to ask him in a deathly tone what the boy was doing when the boy got up and faced towards him. Takaba's previous show of hatred left him completely and was replaced with a certain gaiety that slightly annoyed Asami since he wasn't the one who bestowed it.

Takaba mumbled something incoherent and lifting his eyes towards Asami presented the man with a small wrapped gift. Asami, looking down, stared incomprehensibly for a few moments before he reached out to receive the gift. Along with it he heard Takaba say, "Happy Birthday...you fucking bastard."

Clutching the small gift Asami laughed and said, "Well, well, the boy has come to offer himself to me." Takaba glared and denied it saying, "Far from it, knowing you you probably didn't forget your birthday but was too wrapped up in who knows what to actually celebrate it," he then eyed him curiously and added, "if you even do celebrate it."

Asami chuckled and stated, "Obviously you do, so I thank you for the gift..."

"Nah, you probably wouldn't even like it. If you weren't you I could've easily picked out a gift."

"Oh, on the contrary, I really do appreciate it. Although its short of a certain boy wrapped in silver..."

Takaba's eyes widened at this and his lips mouthed the words, "Oh My God, No!" and prepared to run out of the room when Asami's arm reached out and grabbed the boy's waist dragging him towards the large couch at the corner and at the same time setting the small gift carefully down onto his desk.

"You fulfill every idea I had about you and more..." Asami whispered into the boy's ears his eyes devouring every expression the boy made.

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Below the staff felt oddly reassured and decided not to wonder what happened to the boy.

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It's not Asami's birthday yet but what the hey? I had the idea and why not write about it xP

[drabble] - A Reason

2007-03-19T04:10:12Z

Title: A Reason
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: PG
Author Notes: A short drabble...

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It was a contingent meeting and yet the likelihood of it happening seemed real. For me to be trapped by this boy was unimaginable. Saying that that boy could not escape me only made it clearer to me that I am the one captured by him.

Is it his purity? sense of honor? The love and loyalty he holds for his family and friends? It doesn't matter, I am ensnared. Him and only him has made me feel insecure.

I have fallen for him.

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Of all people why him? Now my life has been turned inside out. I should loathe him for everything that went wrong after I met him but I can't. Why is it that I don't feel intimidated by him?

I "followed his scent" as he put it and I can't deny that. I'm drawn to him. Even when I struggle, my heart already belongs to him.

I have fallen for him.

[fic] - Is There More?

2007-02-20T01:28:16Z

Title: Is There More?
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: PG-13
Author Notes: Oh dear, I wrote this kind again... In any case, the line breaks "- - - - - -" mean that another scene is taking place. Words in italics are...you'll understand.

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Facing his head towards the gentle breeze Takaba inhaled deeply admiring the bright warm day. Closing his eyes he let the wind caress his hair and lull him to a light rest.Soon the warmth of the sun, the soft air, and gentle crashing of the waves sang him to sleep.

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"Wake up, Akihito."

Blearily blinking away the sleep Takaba awoke to the soothing voice hovering over him. With eyes half opened he looked up and saw his mother smiling radiantly. Takaba, also, smiled a sweet smile at his mother. Closing his eyes he opened them again to see if she was still there.

No, she wasn't. Takaba anxiously looked around and found a dark figure walking at a far corner. He called out but no answer returned. Takaba stood up and ran towards the silhouette of the figure.

Reaching out he touched the dark figure's shoulder and a gasp escaped his lips. What he took for his mother was a man. Tall, with broad shoulders, elegant figure the man looked haughty and yet strangely familiar.

The boy took a step back frightened and jolted at the touch of the man when the elegant figure reached towards him. Looking at the large hands and raising his head towards the man's face his eyes widened at the mesmerizing golden eyes.

Twinkling and gleaming the boy lifted his hands to touch it. The man closed his eyes at the touch and an inaudible contented sigh came from the contact.

When Takaba withdrew his hands the same eyes opened revealing those enchanting golden orbs. The lips below whispered, "Akihito..."
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Waking, startled, Takaba found himself in front of the sea. The far sun at the horizon dipping into the edges of the water it's light bouncing off the waves creating white shimmers in the sea.

Letting out a frustrated sigh Takaba shook his groggy head awake, sat up, and began packing his equipment.

Upon finishing up a sudden thought struck him. Takaba mumbled no and shook his head to deny the thought. The same thought passed though him again and Takaba lifted his head to stare at the falling light. Squeezing his eyes together Takaba furiously shook his head to rid the thought once more. It didn't leave him.

Sighing again the boy stood up and trudged grudgingly home.
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"I am the only who can do this to you. For you belong to me, only, you are mine and in this world I control your freedom. Be thankful I allow you to roam."

"I don't belong to YOU!" Takaba screamed as his conscience faded slowly into oblivion.
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"Why? Why do I live in this world? Caught between feuds of the past hanging on the edge of my sanity..."

His eyes narrowed when the sad words came out. Shaken, tired, and afraid the voice lingered in the air continuing their solemn address.

"This wasn't what I wanted! Not this...no... My friends, family... I want to return to the time before all of...all of this nightmare."

A cold voice repeated the last phrase, incredulity arising each moment.

"I want to run away and leave everything behind...but I cannot. I'm trapped. I want to believe yet everything seems to go against me. I'm lost..."

Standing up, a growl emitted from his mouth. Frustration and anger overtook him. He had always known the boy to be strong, and yet every strength has a weakness. This was his...this was the boy's weakness, uncertainty. The boy believed everything has gone amiss. It was true, there was no denying of it. He had did everything in his power to protect the boy but as it stood even fate eluded him.

Yes, why this world? Why couldn't they live in another world, a world where the boy was free, where he could have the boy without being hated.

Turning his head he saw the boy awake and looking intently at him. Those soft lips paled from the loss of blood parted. He anticipated words to come out at the boy but he received none. Those lips closed and the boy looked away.

Anger consumed him and he grabbed the boy's head and kissed him deeply. The boy tried to push him off but he didn't relent. Finally when the boy was in need of breath he broke the kiss. The boy touched his lips and looked up angrily. Parting his lips once more seeming as if to speak he closed them.

A few moments passed and suppressing his anger through those few moments he was granted with a wavering voice from below.

"I dreamed...Asami..."

Asami's eyes widened and waited for more. Takaba searched intently for words that would not anger the man and could find none stayed silent.

A soft menacing voice traveled towards the boy asking, "What did you dream?"

Shivers ran down the boy but the boy still did not speak. Asami bent forward and growled, "Well?"

Takaba stared into the golden eyes, seeing his reflection produced in them.

"A dream where I saw my mother...and that you were as gentle as her. A dream where even I could have loved you, a place, no, world, where you would have captured my heart. Is there more?"

[fic] - Only You Are...

2007-02-14T03:00:55Z

Title: Only You Are...
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: PG-13
Author Notes: Quite a long fanfiction, if you have the patience to read this by all means please do but if you have no patience whatsoever I doubt that you should read this. This story isn't like my usual fanfictions but this is definitely one of my styles. Please tell me what are your thoughts pertaining to it.

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Asami murmured something incoherent that Takaba couldn't catch. Looking down Asami's eyes prodded for an answer. Takaba recoiled in bewilderment when Asami repeated his words. Takaba furiously shook his head, averted his eyes, and pursed his lips together into a tight grimace. Suprised at this flustered reaction Asami couldn't help but burn in confusion and anger. Asami again renewed his inquiry, softly and gently pronouncing each word, in a tone of deathly coldness.

Upon hearing the renewal Takaba's eyes riveted themselves onto Asami's face, his eyes, and his mouth. Frightened at the sudden drop of cadence and a sudden emphasis on the clarity of the words Takaba tried to squirm away. Asami instantly grabbed both Takaba's hands and pinned them above the boy's head. The boy struggled once more but the overpowering strength above him and below him made Takaba give up reluctantly.

Repeating his words one last time Asami's eyes narrowed into tiny slits, his mesmerizing golden eyes peering beneath. Takaba opened his mouth, when no words came out he shut them. Asami leaned in closer to Takaba his expression threatening any defiance that came from the little body. Takaba shrunk away but inhaled the musky scent of Asami, the heavy smell of cigarettes and expensive choking cologne that whirled around his head making it throb. It was intoxicating. He wanted to reach out and grab the lavish suit burying his face into it and draw in the scent. Takaba knew he couldn't though, trapped in this horrifying situation he wanted so badly to escape from, he knew he could not and would not do anything to provoke the man above him into inducing the carnal hunger that lay beneath the refinement.

However, Takaba wouldn't relent and showed his indignation by glowering into Asami's eyes. His own eyes never wavering from doubts and fear.

Taken aback by this sudden show of courage Asami removed his hands above Takaba's head and left.

Staring at the white ceiling above him hundreds, no, thousands tumult of emotions turmoiled inside Takaba. He couldn't believe the words Asami had spoken. What did it mean? he had thought. He didn't know the meaning. Asami's ways were and are still unbeknowst to him. He could tell from the difference in demeanor and atmosphere created with Asami but his eyes, his thoughts remained impassive and closed towards him.

Takaba rolled onto his stomach and using his hands pushed himself up into an upright position. He badly wanted to take a shower and drown himself in the pounding of the cold water, to be lost in it and forget everything. No, not this time, he had said. Instead he picked up a simple black camera and walked out of the door.
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Asami kept envisioning those piercing clouded blue eyes, glazed over with hazel. The way the boy looked when he turned away from him. The expression given from his lips that showed everything. The very same lips that he kissed and sucked on bruising it over and over again. Ones that grew redder from each touch except this time instead of becoming red it turned thin, the color drained from it. Asami kept thinking about what he had done wrong. Something that went amiss when he wasn't there to control it.

Control it... Was that why? he inwardly asked. True, he controlled everything, everything down to the very food served at resturants. There was nothing wrong with ascendancy and yet there was something larger than that. He knew he couldn't control it. He knew he couldn't control him. Asami emphasized under his breath.

Asami leaned back and shut himself off from everything.

He looked at everything he owned of Takaba and everything he didn't. He had Takaba's work at his grasp, the boy's body at his disposal but that was all. He didn't have the boy's smile, his look upon him that showed recognition, he didn't have him all. He knew that and that was what drove him to tame the boy, to make the boy submit to his will.

Yet, when he, Asami, showed a slight bit of gentleness Takaba reacted to it. When he protected him the boy showed sincere concern. It wasn't misplaced, everything Takaba does was done out of instinct and his sense of right and wrong. No, it wasn't right and wrong, it was what Takaba thought what was true, what was the truth. In contrast to the gentleness when he used Takaba roughly he gained a reaction but not of concern, not of affection, but pure bodily pleasure.

It is a simple matter of satisfying the body. Heated flesh colliding with heated flesh. The moans and the sighs coupled with intensifying screams. Glistening sweat that rolled down each defined muscle. The suffocation and the fire. Passion that smothered the mind. Nothing but physical reaction, adrenaline pumping, and the voices that add to it. Climaxing at the very peak and finally tumbling down into a deep abyss of afterglow.

It was simple, yes, but to obtain something grander, something more satisfactory than just pleasure. He could not think of it. Everything that Takaba did had some way or another connected to him even though the things that Takaba did may not have anything to do with him. He had made sure that he knew everything of Takaba, what he does, where he eats, what he buys, every detail that outlined and defined the boy's life.

The fact was he had told the boy. It was undeniable. What he said made perfect sense but the boy, he rejected it, was steadfast in his denial and held to it. What did he do wrong?

Asami opened his eyes and gazed outside of the window letting the night lights dance in his eyes reminding him every second of how Takaba's own eyes reflected those lights.
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Nightfall had come. With the simple slick black camera slung over his shoulders Takaba walked with hands stuffed into the coat pocket contemplating.

He wanted to shower but photography led him out of the house. He had a sudden urge to take pictures but didn't know what. When he looked up from his dazed repose Takaba saw his subjects.

Propping himself onto the railing of the sidewalk he lifted up his camera to eye level and began taking photos of laughing couples, playing friends, ruffled businessmens and half-naked women.

Soon Takaba forgot about the clashing emotions inside him and the unnerving words that Asami had spoken. He smiled and laughed at each odd picture he took. Capturing each of his subjects in an awkward situation.

Moving his camera right and left his viewfinder snapped pictures of his two friends, Kou and Takato. Peeking over his camera Takaba wondered whether they noticed the flash. Apparently they did because they came over instantly when they heard the shutter click.
Takaba lifted his head up and smiled broadly awarding two pairs of smiles that matched it. Kou looked at Takato and Takato nodded grinning himself silly. Takaba stared at the both of them at loss and asked what was going on. Now both Kou and Takato were wearing silly grins on their faces and each hooked one arm beneath Takaba's arms and heaved him up and over dragging him towards the bar in front of them.

Collapsing into his designated seat Takaba demanded an explanation. Takato explained and Kou added a few details and Takaba looked at them in comprehension.

After their little tete-a-tete the three of them got up and left for Takaba's apartment.

In the small apartment they played various games that were played when they were just children. Enjoying the long forgotten pastimes and reminescing about the time far behind them. Takato looked up after what seemed like hours on end and announced that it was time to carry out their little plan.

Kou snickered and Takaba glared him shut. Takato handed the membership card to the bodyguard and when the guard approved veered them away from the doorway and into the VIP rooms. Takaba looked back and wondered where that huge blonde guard went and that it was no wonder they didn't notice him.

Upon entering the VIP room Kou exclaimed that the suit was giving him a butt kicker making Takato and Takaba crack. Takaba dropped onto the plush couch still chuckling and Kou went to grab some liquor followed by Takato running off towards the bathroom to do who knows what.

A few minutes passed and Takato came back with a relaxed look. Takaba decided he didn't want to ask what that man just did. Kou came back with a variety of liquor, champagne, vodka, the ever present beer, fine aged wine, and a few other assortments.
Kou and Takato had a drinking contest involving vodka. Each downed the same amount while Takaba sat back laughing in fits. Kou sauntered towards Takaba, plopped down next to him and shoved a glass of vodka into the boy's face.
Being the only one cleared headed Takaba should have said no but he couldn't refuse his friend's enticing liquor gestures. Grabbing the glass he drank the whole thing down in one gulp. Having zero-intolerance towards the liquor Takaba's mind instantly swam in a whirl of colors and light.

Everything seemed to float on light clouds and the three drank, laughed and played random things. One game was charades. The loser of each round had to strip one item of clothing from their body. Kou lost and at the very end ended up dancing on top of a table.
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Staring at the blinking white screen with moving images, Asami growled menacingly under his breath. The boy, Takaba, was in his club having, it seemed, the time of his life. Asami wondered what had changed the boy. He wouldn't have come near his workplace if he still harbored feelings of what happened earlier on. Asami concluded that the incident was completely erased from that boy's mind.
He gestured towards the blonde bodyguard and asked why he wasn't informed earlier of Takaba's arrival. The guard ,unflinching, answered that the new post didn't know who that boy was. Asami scrutinized the blonde guard for a while then turned his attention onto the glaring screen.

Asami's mind kept replaying Takaba's expressions and the entirety of it was that it would not let go of his mind.
Meanwhile his thoughts ran a different track. Debating whether he should meet Takaba as a coincidental confrontation or head on collide with him. The latter and the former seemed idiotic to Asami. He decided to follow what comes.
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Takaba stared wide-eyed at the scene set before him. Both Kou and Takato, knocked out drunk, were driven away by a one of Asami's men. Opposite of him, Asami stood adjacent to the door his eyes bore into the drunken boy.

The boy shuddered involantarily his cheeks leaving a residue of crimson red. His eyes glanced frantically around the VIP room looking or rather hoping that something would come and help.

Uncrossing his arms from his chest Asami stode forward, snuffed the stub of the cigarette into the tray and tightly grabbed Takaba's arm dragging him towards his office. Guests of the club fell silent as they watched Asami walk through with a boy dragged behind him. Music instantly died down creating a tensed atmosphere around the club.

Finally reaching the office Asami threw the boy down onto his desk himself hovering over Takaba as the boy tried to scramble away.
Through his drunken state Takaba was still able to keep his resolution and renewed his courage to what Asami seemed like bravado. Asami raised an arm and parted his lips to shout but retained himself and paced about the room. Anger and frustration exuding from his body.

The boy looked at the man in confusion wondering what happened to the great man. Flustered, unconcentrated, the man pacing about before him wasn't the banal Asami he knew but an inconsistent freshness that combatted the hackneyed attitude the man was always displaying.

Asami's mind ran in fury leaving no room for outside thoughts. He had always thought that Takaba was his but instead he never had had him. The boy did bend to his will but only so far. Beyond that point was the boy and the boy alone, a place where only Takaba stayed and where he cannot reach.

Always questioning himself a thousand times and more he still could not find a solid reason why he felt pain for that boy. Just for that one particular boy. Was it the first meeting with the boy that left him wanting more? It contributed but as time wore on he couldn't pull himself away. He fell deep inside and couldn't crawl out. Always thought that he was in control but in reality Takaba had always been on top while he was deep inside.

Asami finally turned towards the boy, his countenance changing drastically. Takaba looked at the man frightened at the sudden composure that Asami witheld.

Suddenly collapsing onto the boy's body Asami caressed him and the boy, in disbelief at the sudden gesture, tried to pull away. Furrows appeared in between Asami's brows and quietly, gently, softly he pulled the boy's head towards him and kisses the top of the boy's head at the same time.

Lowering his head Asami looked straight into the boy's glazed eyes noticing the flushed cheeks and reddening lips he murmured, "Please pull me out, Taka...Akihito. Pull me out of the darkness I fell in..."
All colors gone from his face Takaba shook his head slowly, then cautiously he looked into the man's eyes, barely parting his lips one word came out, "Why?"

Asami recoiled in astonishment and looked at Takaba uncomprehending. The boy sat there on his desk looking white and visibly shaken but he didn't move. Asami didn't understand, the boy should have ran away but he stayed. Why?

Revelations came to the man and composing himself once more he looked, to the boy, not the daunting demon he was but a man with feelings, the boy saw and heard the man say, "...because only you are mine, my love."

[fic] - Enlargement

2007-02-06T06:49:50Z

Title: Enlargement
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: Okay, so there isn't any cuss words or anything but since I don't want to spoil it...I just leave it at NC-17 for a precaution. You might find it odd...hehe... Anyway, this is just a story completely unrelated to Scarlet Eve >< Eep! Sorry, it's supposed to Feilong's month...crap...I need to make a story for him too...

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Adorable hazel-eyes, large, round and watery. Soft chestnut colored hair that gleamed like the morning sun. A feeling of small petiteness that made just about anybody want to cuddle it. That's right, Takaba Akihito, finally has gotten himself...a pet!

The little dog padded across the living room in playfulness while Takaba followed it around. Sometimes it turned around to look at its new owner and yip in happiness and then it would return to padding around the house, exploring. Takaba looked on blissfully and immediately went to fetch the phone.

"Yo! Takato, get Kou and c'mere!"
["Eh? Now?"]
"Yeah, now. Come on!"
["Alright, we'll there in a few."]

Several minutes later a few light knocks came from outside. Takaba scrambled towards the door and opened it. Kou and Takato looked at him in peculiarity. Hiding his excitement Takaba quickly ushered both of them in. Sitting them down he left them alone.

A moment later Kou and Takato heard a pair of familiar feet pounding and some odd unfamiliar noise added to it. They instantly understood what the odd noise was when they saw Takaba come through the hallway.

"My god! Akihito, where'd you get that dog?"
"I got it at the pet store, where else?"
"Nevermind, anyway, it's so...adorable. Well, you've had a certain preference in cute things so...nothing to say."
"Man, c'mon guys, share in my happiness!"
"Yeah yeah. By the way, what're you going to name the mutt?"
"No mutt, puppy. The name, huh, dunno."
"Hows about, Kuro?"
"It isn't black..."
"Then Yujirou?"
"Nah."
"Fine you chose."
"I think I'll give it an English name. Something like... OH! I know, Dame!"

The brown puppy looked up the moment Takaba said,"Dame," and barked in ready playfulness. Kou and Takato raised a brow and Kou said mockingly, "Well, seems as if we got a pair of Akihitos. I didn't know your English was good."
Takaba looked at Kou in shocked defiance and laughed.
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A tall dark figure approached a door. Its presence seemed to darken the bright day. From the other side peals of laughter and mirth could be heard. As if in response, a tail of gray smoke swirled around in front of the figure seeming to grasp at the door knob.
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"Oh man, sorry Takaba, Kou and I have to go to grandmother's today."
"And you didn't invite me?!"
"Naw, we did but grandmother said that you must be busy since you're always running about."
"Tch..."
"But! She also said that if you had time you could drop by anytime you're free."
"Alright, alright, go, go!"
"Later!"
After hearing the door click shut Takaba mumbled, "I'm not always busy..." and returned to playing with Dame.
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As Kou and Takato left the house they bumped into someone. Looking up their eyes widened in bewilderment as they saw the man who took Takaba on New Years. The elegantly dressed man addressed them and asked, "Is Takaba home?" Kou and Takato nodded furiously and flushed, made a stiff bow, and ran off.

"Oh jeez, that man looked scary."
"Yeah, Y'think Akihito's gonna be okay, Takato?"
"Hopefully..."
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Takaba lifted his attention away from the little pup when he heard the door click. Without turning his head he shouted, "Did you guys forget something?" When he didn't hear anything Takaba picked up the puppy and stood. Walking towards his front door he stopped in his tracks darkness clouding his face.

"You should have locked the door, Takaba, and why are you so shocked?" Asami looked at Takaba's face and travelled downwards until he saw the creature that he was holding. Raising a brow Asami chuckled and the little puppy stuck out its tongue and yipped in glee.

"How ironic. Did your friends tell you that you look exactly like that puppy? Although you fit more with a cat..." Asami said trailing off into thoughtfulness. Takaba at the same time snapped out of his stupified state and said inwardly, "What happened? Asami's never had that expression before..." As if Asami read his mind his face instantly reverted back into its mocking condescending expression.

Takaba's body jolted a bit when Asami reached out a gentle hand towards the puppy and started petting it. Takaba looked at Asami in surprise and involantarily handed Dame over to Asami. Taking the small pup Asami looked at the dazed Takaba and asked, "What might you be thinking about?"

Blinking a few times Takaba's mind momentarily returned to reality and answered, "Nothing...at all." Asami scrutinized Takaba for a few moments more and chuckled. Placing Dame onto the ground he strode towards the living room with the little puppy running and barking around at his feet.

Mechanically Takaba followed the pair into the living room and his eyes registered Asami shedding his coat and laying it neatly at the arm of the couch followed by that was picking up Dame and placing it next to him on the couch.

Next thing he knew he found himself sitting next to Asami with Asami's arm around him and the other arm playing with the puppy. Takaba didn't notice that Asami's attention was entirely on him and his facial expressions while his own attention was swept away by the gentleness in Asami's hands and the happiness of his puppy.

Takaba's expression turned into suprise and laughter when he saw the little puppy roll on its back and trying to reach the hands that kept bugging it. It seemed to Takaba at the back of his mind that he kept getting closer to Asami everytime he laughed or smiled but couldn't register it.

Suddenly when Takaba smiled kindly and his eyes shined when looking at the little puppy did he find himself pulled into a smothering kiss. The hand that was playing with the dog left its position and slowly went up to caress Takaba's face. Gently slipping his hand onto the boy's face and sliding it into his whorls of golden brown hair Asami pushed Takaba's head closer to him. The hand that was around Takaba's shoulders slid down to the waist and edged it closer towards his body.

Takaba shut his eyes tightly and tried to pull away to breathe but couldn't. He felt Asami's body touching his own his hands gripping tightly at the broad shoulders. He tasted Asami's mingled breath of smoke and alcohol and felt the warm moist tongue tangling into his own.

The forgotten little puppy stared at the two in wonder and jumped off the couch and padded towards Takaba's room to sleep.
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Mah...for some peculiar reason, I can never finish a sex scene... Oh well, hope you liked it! And...look foward? to Feilong's end of the story haha...I'm an idiot.

[fic] - Scarlet Eve [pt 4]

2007-01-12T04:57:54Z

Title: Scarlet Eve [pt 4]
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: pg-13
Author Notes: This part is mostly about Asami because in the previous chapters there were only little exerpts of him. Think of it as a sort of dedication towards him.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Thousands of tiny panging sounds beat against the black benz as it raced through the night. The tires skimmed the wet asphalt and pushed through the floods of water sending waves on either side of the car. Headlights flared in front seeming to roar through the showering blankets of the rain. The occupants inside the black benz looked frigid. Especially the man sitting in the back seats.

Nine thirty-two...That traitorous bodyguard should have already relocated Takaba and his friends. As to where, I'll find out, Asami mused as he sat in the car. Damn the boy! How did he get captured? He angrily growled startling the driver in front to look nervously back at his boss. The driver timidly asked, "Are you fine, sir?" Asami flashed his golden eyes at the driver and the man found himself recoiling away from the golden glare. Asami answered, "Continue driving until I say to stop." The driver bobbed his head up and down in understanding and resumed his former position.

From the first moment I saw him...his image was imprinted in my mind. To be afraid and yet not afraid, bold enough to risk his neck just to get away, I won't let him leave me this way.

Turning away from the window, Asami gently closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

Lately the police have been able to get information about some of my noticeable actions. Word has already gotten around that I'm trying to protect a certain someone by hanging out at the enemy's lair. In truth, they're presumptions are not that far off. With the Baishe off my back for a while it's been easier tracking Takaba. I should have moved him farther away...

Slipping his hands into his breast pocket he pulled out his pack of cigarettes and took out a lighter. Igniting the lighter Asami watched the momentary flicker of the burning red and aurulent fire. Staring at the dancing flame, his mind wandered toward's Takaba's gentle brown, hazel-like eyes. Asami closed his eyes and visioned those eyes alighting with the same color as the flame.

Strong and at the same time fragile. Those pertinent eyes always looked into mine with a fiery burn that engraves itself in me.

Opening his eyes Asami turned his head back towards the window gazed outside. In his mouth hung the cigarette with its smoky tail whisping around.

It seems that I'm the one who's gone too far down the rabbit hole while he's still on top.

Replacing his left hand to its previous position earlier on he tapped the left index finger on his forehead.

I can only protect him insofar as I am able to.
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Takaba shuddered as a fleeting premonition passed through him. Am I being delusional? I thought I could feel Asami.

Shaking away those querulous thoughts Takaba saw his friends looking at him intently. He shrugged it off and returned to his erect position before the premonition had taken place. Kou and Takato exchanged worried glances and continued to offer anxiety towards their friend.

Just then a phone rang breaking the strained silence in the moving limosine. Saitou, the auburn haired man picked it up and answered it, "Hideki-sama, yes, I'll be moving them to that location. About earlier during the conference? No, nothing was wrong. Did it seem like it? I'm sorry to have worried you. The caller was a friend of mine with some worrisome news. No, nothing in the way for you to concern yourself with. Yes, alright."

Takaba raised an eye at this interesting conversation. Fixing his gaze at his knees the look in his eyes seemed to ponder about something. A caller that's a friend? With worrisome news? During a conference...what was the conference about? Takaba looked up his journalist side piqued by the new information and his instincts that told him otherwise to his questions, The caller is probably someone from the higher ups...a large player in the undergrounds. I don't doubt the 'worrisome' news but it seems the key point in this.

Continuing in his self-investigation of the situation Kou and Takato, in the meantime, amused themselves with the studying of the change of countenance Takaba had shown in that short amount of time. A series of bewilderment, shock, graveness, and seriousness each coupled with realization perplexed the two. Something's going on with Takaba, and it isn't good... Kou and Takato thought.
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Pulling back his cuffs Asami checked the time stated on his Rolex watch. A quarter 'til ten. This will be a long night...
Asami looked outside again and noticed an expensive camera shop. He suddenly remembered a quarrel he had with Takaba two mornings ago.

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"Asami, you fucking sleaze bag, what'd you do?!" Takaba snapped.

"What did I do, Akihito?" Asami purred amusingly.

"What...WHAT DID YOU DO?! You know what you did!" Takaba said, now yelling at the top of his lungs, "You fuckin' broke my contract! That's what you did! The company was rolling in money for me and you just had to...damn!"

Takaba stood on the porch of a vacationing house that Asami had rented for a business endeavor. With both legs apart and two balled fists raised up Takaba's face fumed an angry red and his eyes blazed in malice.

Asami took a step forward and brushed Takaba's chin with his fingers. Looking down on Takaba's eyes Asami asked, "Did you know who you where working under?"

Pulling away from Asami, Takaba nodded furiously and said, "Takatou Izumi." Asami bore down on Takaba and thought, He doesn't know...it should be Nishimura Hideki. Takatou Izumi is probably one of Nishimura's personal guards.

Gently he gripped the left wrist of Takaba's with his right hand and pulled towards himself. Takaba looked up in surprise and Asami said, "You should be thankful that I pulled you out before you fell in deep." Asami enjoyed the reaction he acheived from Takaba, the little boy's face blush a crimson red while his eyes still glared at him in disbelief.

Takaba grabbed his hand back and said grimacing, "I'll die before I'll be thankful, least of all to a person like you," and ran off.

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Two days ago...that man, Nishimura Hideki. It must be him.

Asami gathered up his thoughts and pulled out his phone. Dialing he waited for the other line to pick up.

["Asami-sama?"]

"Get me everything on a Nishimura Hideki."

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Eee! I think I'm almost done with it...I hope you enjoyed this. This chapter is just some insights into Asami's mind although as of the current situation >< hope it's understandable! Thanks for reading this far (longest yet...=D)

[fic] - Scarlet Eve [pt 3]

2007-01-02T17:50:33Z

Title: Scarlet Eve [pt 3]
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: pg-13
Author Notes: Why? is it still unresolved! Ungg...just go ahead and read it.

Part 1 | Part 2

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Conversation filled the arid stone chamber. Two people stood on both sides of the chained boy. They chatted of the old days and whatnots laughing amidst the tensed air. An elder man stood guard in front of the only door. A steel metal door. In the middle of the room was a large simple wooden table with a damp towel colored brown and a bowl half filled with water on top. The sleet outside could be heard pounding hard creating echoes within the walls of the chamber.

"This would actually be fun if Akihito wasn't chained up and we weren't in this windowless room."

"Yeah, unfortunately we are."

"Will someone come and help us?"

"We've already been through this, Kou, if we're lucky the police might come."

Akihito looked sidelong at Takato his thoughts running a different track, I doubt that but maybe...just maybe Asami might come. Nevermind, I'm just his fuck toy.
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"Saitou..."

"S...sir, nothing is wrong."

"Hm...alright."

The white suited man went back into the conference room leaving the visibly shaken bodyguard. He's coming, I have to make sure that boy and his friends are out, or else... Saitou couldn't imagine the possible outcome. Blinking away the thought he immediately walked towards the chamber holding the captives.
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"Kou, that tall man, the one that came forward, you know who he is?" Takato questioned.

"I think so, scratch that, I know so. He's that rich ambassador, you know the successor of the late ambassador." Kou answered scratching his head.

Takaba looked towards Kou in a pleading manner asking, "You know more don't you?"

"Uh...alright, rumors are flying about like hell about that man, Nishimura Hideki, and that he is one of those large arms dealers who's using his position as ambassador for connections."

Takato looked at Kou wide-eyed and exclaimed, "Then what the fuck does he want us for anyway? We're not much help for his career."

Kou shrugged and stared at Takaba. "You know, I think Akihito knows..."

Takaba found himself cornered by his friends' looks of earnest, wanting to know what was the connection. To get them off his back he side stepped the questioning stares with, "You got me there guys. Hey, listen I need you guys to..."

The sound of the clanking steel door brought the conversing boys staring at a strongly built man with auburn hair. "Yamamoto, give me the captives. I need them," the auburn haired man said. The old man, Yamamoto, nodded and took out the keys from his pocket and went over to open Takaba's cuffs.

Now's my chance! Takaba buckled himself and was preparing to kick when the auburn haired man said, "I wouldn't think that wise, Takaba Akihito." Lifting up his gun at Takaba's face the auburn haired man sneered, "Now be a good boy and go along with you friends. You three will be coming with me." The chains loosened around Takaba's wrists and fell down with a clunk on the stone floor.

"Where'll we be going in this weather?!" Takaba questioned awarding shocked reactions from Kou and Takato. What are you doing, Takaba?! Trying to provoke him? both of them seem to say.

The auburn haired man turned around and said, "You will see. Yamamoto, help me bring them along."

Yamamoto walked behind the three and pushed them roughly. Takato turned around and asked innocently, "Who's he?" The old man glanced at Takato with a look of distrust and answered gruffly, "Umetarou Saitou. One Hideki-sama's personal guards."

Takaba took glimpse at Takato and Takato shrugged. Takaba looked away and fixed his gaze at the back of the auburn haired man named Saitou. A large arms dealer...Man, everybody wants to bring Asami down and they keep thinking I'm his fucking lover! A whore at that! Makes me remember Feilong...shit, everyone just wants the eye-candy.

After descending a series of hallways and stairs Kou said out loud, "Where the fuck's the elevator?" Saitou turned around and fixed him a piercing glare rendering Kou's mouth to shut into a thin line. Takato shifted his eyes and Takaba scowled softly. The piercing glare slowly dispersed and Saitou took out a key and opened another door.

The three captives were pushed through the door and ushered into a black limo. Takaba, Kou, and Takato sat squeezed in between two gorilla like bodyguards and the three of the looked at each in indignation. Then they returned their attention to Saitou and Yamamoto. "Yamamoto, go inform Hideki-sama that I am relocating the things. Tell him to call me," Saitou said. Yamamoto bowed and closed the door and returned through the opened door from where they came.
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With a cigarette in his left hand and resting his finger tips on his forehead Asami started tapping his index finger in earnest contemplation. I shall kill whoever assigned that bodyguard. Chances are that man moved Takaba. His friends are there too. Once I get Takaba back I will... Asami looked up in surprise, closed his eyes and took a deep draught of his Dunhill. Why does my thoughts always lead to Takaba...and everything about him? Asami sighed unconsciously and looked out the window of his black benz.

How can I protect him if he goes about his own way... Asami thought snickering at the notion of a cute little Takaba kitten. God, what I wouldn't do to keep that boy tied and locked up forever. He then imagined a hissing Takaba kitten and chuckled. One way or another I will resolve this.
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Oh man...this is going to be a series of I keep doing that. Well, hope you enjoyed that...I didn't really xP

[fic] - Scarlet Eve [pt 2]

2006-12-25T20:56:15Z

Title: Scarlet Eve [pt 2]
Series: Viewfinder
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: pg-13
Author Notes: There will be a part three, sorry about that.

Part 1

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Voices echoed. Muffled sounds of incoherent discussion pounded the throbbing head. Each noise made sent shockwaves up to where the collision site throbbed and ached in tune with the beat of the heart. The shuffling of feet were heard as a cold rough hand jerked the chin up and letting it fall sending another wave of pain to the wound.

"The wound on his head finally stopped bledding."

"Yes, now we can get to work..."

"Of course."

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In an hour after the call with the boy Asami picked up his coat and left for Takaba's house.

After a thirty minute drive Asami walked towards the front door and knocks.

1...2...3...4...5...seconds rolled past without hearing the usual cursing and stumbling about.

Suddenly a recollection passed through his mind. Asami himself said that it was going to be a long night.

They couldn't have. Damn it, where's the bodyguard I sent?

Flipping up his phone he dialed the bodyguard's number and waited until he picked up.

"Where are you?" Asami muttered.

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"Akihito! Akihito!"

Upon hearing his name Takaba tried to react to it but failed miserably. He tried to collect his coherent thoughts but each try sent tumults of headaches and burning pain.

"He's moving! Akihito wake up please!

"Ung...Kou...Tak...to?"

"We're here buddy! Hang on..."

Takaba felt something cold compressed on his head and relaxed instantly. The searing pain before now dulled down to a quiet throb.

"Wh..whe..re...is...this?"

"We don't know, but for sure we know that we ain't drinking in a bar."

Takaba jerked up at this, wide eyed. Was this why Asami wanted to see me? Wait, why wasn't Asami there earlier, he isn't like this! Finding more reason to hate Asami Takaba instantly was at his feet pulling the chains that bound his hands over his head. All pain forgotten even the ice pack on the head wasn't useful anymore.

"Akihito! Stop it! You're cutting up your wrists!"

Pausing he looked up at his wrists and felt droplets of blood splatter his face. Ignoring it he was about to pull again when he heard an odd number of footsteps echo outside of the steel door. Turning his head to the right he saw the door open with a click and shut with a clank. A small group of people stood around the three prisoners. Takaba looked at them squarely while his friends moved closer to him. A tall man wearing a white suit walked out among the group. Brown hair fell on the man's forehead and hazel eyes stared before it. Takaba heard "oh my god" escaping Kou's mouth.

"Hm...your little friend with the black hair seems to know me," the menacing behemoth said. "But your blonde haired friend is a bit more clean cut. Ah, are you afraid?" The hazel eyes seemed to burn firey red as the tall man chuckled. Pulling his hair back out of his face the man slowly crouched down and stared into the gray clouded brown eyes of the boy in the center. The boy looked back in indignation with eyes that seem to say fuck off, you shouldn't mess with me.

Amused, the tall man reached out and cupped the small chin pulling his own face closer towards the boy and uttered, "You will learn your place soon, boy." The man stood up and walked away gesturing at one of the elderly men of the group to watch the prisoners and left.

Takaba fully awake now slowly looked towards his friends and saw that they weren't in chains. Questioning he said, "So I'm the only one that gets special treatment? Typical." At that they laughed even though situation didn't call for it. "Sigh, Christmas is now down the hole, we probably won't get out unless the police finds us or we make up an ingenius escape plan which seems unlikely considering we have a retard in the room."

"Hey! I'll have you know that I'm smart...in many ways..."

"Haha, yeah, Kou's the only one whose smart that way."

"Shut your trap, Takato!"

Kou strolled lightly towards the old man and asked, "'Lo! I would like to request a dampened towel to wipe my dear friend's mussed up head. As you can tell, it's pretty bad up there," and Kou pointed a finger at the temple of his head. The old man glanced at the blood that caked one side of Takaba's face, nodded, and left making sure that the door was securely locked on the outside.

"So you are smart!"

"Duh!"

"Hey, do any of you guys have a cell?"

"Naw man, they took everything except for the clothes."

"So can you tell me how you guys got caught too?"

"Turns out the moment we left your house we were being tailed. A block before the bar we got captured, luckily they didn't try to kill us on the spot."

"So how long has it been?"

"Prolly an hour and a half? It's about nine."

The click of the metal door made their conversation turn to dust. The old man came back with a bowl full of warm water and a fresh towel. Takato walked towards the elder man and muttered his thanks then took the items towards Takaba and Kou.

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The second the guard picked up the phone his whole body turned rigid. Through the phone he could feel Asami's animosity exuding, that deathly dark feeling that Asami had when angered beyond morality. The guard instinctively ducked only to find himself being stared at by the whole room. Clearing his voice he stood up and walked past all the gray chairs and left the conference.

"A..Asami, sir, I..."

["Answer my question, where are you?"]

"Imataconferencesir!" the guard rolled out hurredly.

["Hm, a conference? Where at? I would love to attend."]

Frightened by the sudden drop in Asami's tone he immediately gave the address and hung up. Sighing he turned around and came face to face with the tall hazel eyes man. Dropping his phone he began to utter incoherencies the other man looking smugly at him and said, "Is something wrong, Saitou?"

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I have issues with cliffhangers...

[fic] - Scarlet Eve [pt 1]

2006-12-24T17:04:00Z

Title: Scarlet Eve [pt 1]
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: pg-13
Author Notes: There are a few cuss words but I think this still merits a pg-13 rating. This is supposed to be a Christmas fic but it doen't really seem so. The second part'll be finished by tomorrow.

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A soft drizzle of white snow drifted slowly down in a lulling procession. Each flake that touched the ground instantly melted into the larger white blanket of snow. A series of children laughing, adults chatting, and people shopping for Christmas progressed. One of the window shoppers stared inside a window and tried to grab something but couldn't because of the transparent barrier.

Oh, look at that pretty thing! Such lovely lenses and slick black exterior.

The window shopper shook his head to clear away the thoughts about having the perfectly well made camera. Mumbling under his breath he didn't notice a shadow hover above him. The shopper coming out of his thoughts looked straight into the window and saw a pair of gleaming golden eyes staring back at him.

"Would you like that camera?" the bright golden eyes seem to say.

Instantly turning around the window shopper scoffed and said, "I can perfectly afford it if that's what you mean." He turned and walked briskly off ignoring the lustful stare that followed behind him.
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Staring at his own reflection from the window that is overlooking the city Asami gently sipped his alcohol while swirling it around in a drawling fasion. He looked outside at the city he practically owned a pair of mesmerizing sharp golden eyes gleaming with the night lights.

Christmas is meaningless yet look at all these people chatting lively about anything and everything...

Asami set down his finished drink and proceeded to file away the things that could be used for the year to come.
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"Sigh, today's as tedious as ever..."

"Nevermind that Akihito, why don't you say that we go hit a few bars and get laid?"

"Jesus Kou! Hey Takato would you help me kick him out?"

"Haha, no thanks, I'm actually in the mood to go get laid too."

"Aww man...bunch of..."

Beep, beep, rrrmmm...

"Akihito, your phones ringing!"

"Ah, thanks Tak...."

["Hello..."]

Takaba stopped in mid sentence when he heard the familiar deep voice coming out of the other line. Kou and Takato looked at him in confusion noting the look of horror that dawned on their friend's face.

"H...hey? Could you um...call me back later? I'm having a stakeout with my friends."
["Oh?"]

Damnit Asami, can't you just let me go! I bet he's smirking over the phone right now...How can I let him control me?!

"Hey Akihito, what's up? Your face looks a bit screwed up. You alright?"
"Uh...yeah...yeah, I'm fine, listen, could you take Takato out and get some drinks I'll meet you there..." Takaba said mumbling the last few words, "...if I could..."
"Sure, let's go Takato."

Takaba waited until he heard the door click shut and returned to his phone dreading the second he replied to the "oh?"

["Akihito, I need an answer."]

Here it comes...

"I was having a stakeout with my friends but it turns out that they had something to do, so, yeah..."
["Really? I was under the impression that you sent them away on purpose."]

Takaba heard the emphasis on you and thought, Oh shit! No way, he is going to come over.

"Okay so you caught me..."
["I'll be seeing you."]
["Click, beeep bee-p."]

This is screwed up! Fuck him, damn.

Takaba walked towards his opened window fuming at his incompetence at being unable to defend himself and took a waft of the cold crisp air.

Somehow...this doesn't feel right.
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Asami sighed and leaned back on his soft leather chair. He combed his fingers through his hair with a ponderous look on him. Closing his eyes, Asami quietly said, "...this is going to be a long night..."
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Around seven at night Takaba heard pounding at his front door, he groaned and said, "Oh no..." Takaba slowly rolled off the couch closed the TV and strolled towards the door. Without taking off the safety hook he pulled the door back just a peek to see if it really is Asami.

Suddenly a hand shot in through the crack and pulled Takaba's collarless shirt roughly sending the shocked boy colliding head first into the wall. Muffled screams of "Akihito! NO!" was heard and then Takaba blacked out.

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Sorry to leave it off at a cliffhanger but...well, there is a second part tomorrow XD

[fic] - Merry Christmas?

2006-12-12T02:45:24Z

Title: Merry Christmas?
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: NC-17
Author Notes: In honor of the Chistmas month, I bring to you...a fic! A simple and clean Asami/Takaba story.

"Ung...who's there?

"Damn, Asami?"

Looking down Asami stared at the little wonder before him.

Takaba blearily woke up when he heard the door click shut and questioned it a bit. After a moment or two he instantly plopped back into his bed and slept. His blanket laid crumpled and bunched up at the bottom of his bed, the tank he wore rolled up against his chest and in between his arms clutched a soft old pillow.

Asami guessed the pillow was his "blankie" so to speak.

Bending down Asami gripped the forgotten blanket and drapped it over the slightly exposed body. He then proceeded into taking off his slick attire neatly folding it in a bunch and leaving it on the fairly new couch. Heading towards the bathroom he took off his Rolex watch and placed it on top of the sink. Stepping into the shower Asami gently turned the knob and felt the scalding burn dribbling down his neck and down the defined toned back.

Half bent he reached out his arms and sprawled his fingers on the wall under the shower head. Asami's head hung down and he closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

I'm wearing down already...

Standing up he grabbed the shampoo bottle and squeezed out several drops. He slowly lathered it upon his hair then worked in to his scalp.

Inarticulate, he's the only one that makes any sense.

Asami lifted up his head and let the water rinse the shampoo out of his hair.

...the only one that makes any sense...

Asami's eyes flew open when he realised what he thought.

Damn!

Opening the shower door he slamned it against the wall and quickly grabbed for a towel. Walking in lengthy strides Asami reached for the door and opened it only to be flooded by simple darkness with a gentle moonlight penetrating it. Under the opened window he saw Takaba's body basking in the moon's light his small shadow casted on the ground.

Stepping into the room Asami softly let the door close and quietly walked to the bed. Asami sat on the bedside and reached out an arm and caressed the sleeping face.

"Mmm...nng."

Asami's hand quickly recoiled only to be grabbed back instantly by a smaller hand. The grip on his hand tightened when Asami tried to pull it back.

Chuckling under his breath Asami let his hand be led back towards the slumbering boy. Asami bent over to plant a light kiss on the cheek and saw his wet hair dropping tiny droplets of water on the pale cheek. The little face scrunched up and relaxed. Then fire and possesion lit in his gold eyes when he heard his name called...

"...sami... Nn...ry...chri...mas."

Unable to contain his desire any longer Asami jerked Takaba up and instantly devoured the sweet red lips. Takaba's eyes snapped opened and he suddenly pushed away from Asami breaking the lustful kiss.

"W...what the hell?! ASAMI!"

A half smile played on Asami's face and bemusement darkened Takaba's.

"NO! I'm not your's! You can't make me do it!"

"Do what, Akihito?" Asami purred.

Takaba slurred out a variety of colorful words.

"Ah, you can't be thinking about that are you?" Asami said in amusement with that knowing smile plastered on.

"I'm not. NOT! Stop it you fu...!"

Asami's lips pressed upon Takaba's muffling any sounds coming from Takaba, if any were made.

Takaba's back hit the bed and he felt Asami's wet hair under his chin. Asami continued to plant kisses all over Takaba's exposed skin while his hands roamed around Takaba's smooth marble-like back. He lifted up his head when he heard a muffled moan escape the sensual lips. Side-glancing at the clock on the night stand Asami said in a soft vibrant sound, "...and merry Christmas to you too, Akihito."

Takaba's mouth opened wide when he realised that Asami heard him dreaming and tried to protest.

Asami ended it with a rough kiss and a hard thrust up.

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WAHH! I feel soo wrong XP Hope you enjoyed it - I might've, if I didn't feel so embarrassed.

[fic] - Creditable

2006-12-05T03:56:17Z

Title: Creditable
Pairing: Asami & Takaba
Rating: PG-13
Author Notes: My very first fic. I'm not sure when it is set, but it is before NT. It might sound a bit rushed.

"That FUCKING PRICK!"

Fuming, Takaba slumped down on his couch and crossed his arms with a leg balanced on top of his knee. He glared at the pitiful TV in front of him with murderous intent.

One more time and I swear I'll..., Takaba angrily mused as he thought of a thousands plots to use only to discard them. He's practically untouchable, damn, he's just trying to fuck me up.

After a few moments of quietness Takaba slowly calmed down and decided to watch some TV.

With the blaring of the TV Takaba didn't hear the phone ring until he found himself staring at his latched door with loud rapping sounds coming from the other side. Turning around he saw his phone blinking with a one missed call plastered on the screen.

Takaba's anger from the morning came back in full blast and upon opening the door in such a flurry he found himself face to face with his demon.

"Mind if I come in?" the demon said with a smirk.
"Yes, I mind!" Takaba said infuriated.
"Ah, but I need to get out of this cold weather," the smirk still didn't leave the demon's face.

Losing it, Takaba instantly threw a punch at the smirking face and shouted, "I NEED MY FUCKING PHOTOS!"

Surprisingly enough the punch went all the way through and the demon barely blocked it. Under the fist the golden eyes gleamed in amusement but the tonality of the voice that followed showed languid indifference.

"Such anger should be suppressed if at all possible, Akihito."
"Your face in dirt would be all the suppression I need, Ryuichi."

Lifting the fist from his face Asami looked down at Takaba with a bruise that isn't even swelling. Bending down he growled menacingly and said, "What I do and the things I use to achieve that will not be questioned by a boy." Grasping Takaba's hand even tightly his eyes played viciously into the boy. Takaba yelped in pain by the hand that is crushing his and immediately fixed his glare onto Asami's face Takaba's face contorted in scorn.

"If I am a boy then you are not a man, you are senile."

Possession danced in the golden eyes. Asami let go of the throbbing red hand and strode down to his black benz.

Once hearing the engine revved and the wheels screeched at a distance Takaba closed the door and slide down caressing his throbbing hand. All his rage flew quickly away and left him shuddering at his own bravado.

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Asami sat on the plush black leather with his legs and arms crossed staring at the back of the front seat. His eyes still gleamed and the chauffeur glanced nervously at the front mirror.

Those eyes that shone in blazing fury...I feel uncontrollable.

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For the next few days Takaba took a great deal to avoid meeting or even glancing at Asami. At a reception party for a former ambassador rather than looking Takaba felt the unctuous demeanor emanating from Asami. Fortunately Asami also avoided seeing Takaba and Takaba relaxed into a cool casual manner.

Exuding gaiety and casualty many of the receptionists gathered around the attracting young photographer. They clamored about everything and nothing and although Asami showed indifference his eyes couldn't help but be led to Takaba's open face.

Gently dismissing the awed ladies of the reception Asami strode coolly towards the gathering crowd around the photographer. Pardoning a few people and chatted with a few Asami finally got to Takaba who stood in the center of the crowd. His eyes bore into the young man before him and he felt the light tremble the escaped the small body. The sounds around them slowly died and multiple eyes stared at Asami as gentle murmurs rippled through the group. The ambassador noticed the sudden hush and quickly directed his eyes towards the source. Stridding elegantly with an open air the ambassador opened his arms in exclaiming welcome and said, "Asami, I am glad you have made it! I should have given you proper greeting before but please, please do enjoy yourself. In the meantime, who might this man be?"

Takaba opened his mouth to answer and Asami waved it shut. "He is a photographer, Takaba Akihito. He is here to take photos for this beautiful reception." Asami bowed down in tune with his words to show his sincerity. Takaba looked disgusted and looked away. The ambassador chuckled heartily and the atmosphere gradually returned to normal.

Asami turned back to Takaba, frowning or scowling, Takaba didn't care. He just wanted the reception to end quickly so he could leave. Surmising the turned countenance Asami firmly grasped the thin shoulders producing a shocked response in return. Whispering in a cold voice Asami said, "I thank you for the pictures, they were a great asset."

Takaba turned around wide-eyed in comprehension and quickly tried a retort but unsuccessfully failed, the answer coming out garbled, "I...I didn't take them for you. I wa...was sent to find evidence of the arms dealing..."

"Nevertheless, Takaba, they were helpful and I think in a day or two you will find out how it has also helped you," Asami said barely keeping his cool at the seducing image of Takaba produced in front of him. Turning around he quickly left leaving Takaba wondering furiously what that just meant.

Two days after the reception a call from Takaba's employer immediately dispersed any feeling of hatred Takaba had towards Asami.

"Seriously?!"
["Yes, Takaba, those images you produced made front page, your work will be paid in full."]

Takaba's happiness could be heard outside and a chuckle escaped the lips holding a cigarette from the other side of Takaba's door.

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Some feedback is welcomed! Thanks for Reading.

Finally!

2006-07-31T11:14:33Z

I finally got the livejournal the way I wanted... well, not really. But I still need to do something about the bottom navigation and the top. I'm still very confused on how to go about that. Oh well, another day another time.

p.s. in Genesis is supposed to be a textures site XD