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[1 Sept] [Viewfinder/Tokyo Crazy Paradise] [Off Trajectory 1/?]
Title: Off Trajectory 1/?
Day/Theme: 1 Sept/ A greeting and a meeting team
Series: Viewfinder/Tokyo Crazy Paradise
Pairing: Asami Ryuichi/Takaba Akihito
Notes/warnings: Timelines for both series have been viciously tweaked to create the scenario I have in mind.
That the usual bodyguards were nowhere to be seen when Takaba entered the building was a little puzzling, especially considering how late it was and the tendency for certain members of the yakuza to be at home at that hour. Alarm grew in Takaba's heart when he exited the private lift to find that the living room of the penthouse was empty. There was always at least a few guards, if not Kirishima, around.
Self-consciously, he quieted his normally noisy walk, and felt in his shoulder bag for some kind of weapon. Something was up. He turned a corner, and was so surprised that he nearly walked into a wall.
The door to Asami's private office was open. That was unusual enough. Asami was sitting on a couch in it. What was even stranger - and what set Takaba's blood boiling - was that there was another man clinging to him. No, scratch that. The stranger was not exactly clinging. He was all but hugging Asami. Takaba could feel his eyes narrow. From his vantage point, the stranger looked like he was in his forties, and had an extremely youthful, even effeminate face, and was wearing a suit. One of those million-yen suits that Asami was always trying to foist on him.
"What's going on!" Takaba heard himself growl.
The stranger raised his head coolly, as did Asami. Takaba had no doubt that they knew of Takaba's approach but had allowed Takaba to see the whole tableau.
"Ah, Akihito, you are here," Asami said. He looked like someone who was preparing to enjoy a performance. The stranger released him from the embrace, but remained sitting close enough to make Takaba's teeth clench.
Before he could help it, Takaba asked, "Who is he, Ryuichi?"
The only reaction that Asami revealed was a smirk.
Takaba swore for the thousandth time that he was going to kick Asami in the head. Here he was, sitting down with another man cuddling him, and he dared to smirk. He was going to kill the bastard!
But it was the other man who released Asami and stood up, studying Takaba with interest. "You are Takaba Akihito, the journalist who has been investigating into the gokudo?"
Asami's smirk disappeared and he gave the stranger a look that Takaba would have defined as worried, if Asami Ryuichi ever worried about anything in his life.
Takaba turned his attention back to the stranger. One thing struck him: the stranger had said "gokudo". In Takaba's experience, it was a word used mainly within the more secretive sections (as well as the more traditional bits) of the yakuza. Was this someone from another gang?
"Yes." Asami said, and Takaba realised he had not answered the stranger's question.
The stranger looked back at Asami. "Ryu-chan, you did not tell me that he is your lover!"
Just as Takaba's mind spluttered at the pet name, Asami scowled and said, "I didn't have time."
"Who are you?" Takaba asked the stranger.
The stranger glanced once at Asami, then smiled. There was something so sly and yet so cheerful about that smile, Takaba could only stare. "I'm-" he began, before Asami interrupted, "No."
To Takaba's shock, Asami continued, "Please. I'll tell him myself."
The stranger shook his head, as though frustrated. "Think of me as a representative from Ryu-chan's past," he finally said.
"Don't-"
"Ryu-chan has been estranged from his family for a very long time, by his choice. His family has respected his wishes in this regard-"
"-you can't-"
"-although they hope that things will change in the future. His father, in particular, has been hoping to talk with him."
Out of the corner of his eyes, Takaba saw something strange. Had Asami just flinched at the mention of his father? Surely not: there was something wrong with Takaba's eyesight, that was all. It was surreal to think about Asami having parents.
"As has his brother."
There was something wrong with Takaba's eyesight. Because Asami had flinched again. Takaba could feel that his eyebrows had risen as high as they could go, and his face was aching. But he couldn't seem to turn his expression neutral.
The stranger stood up and patted Asami's shoulder gently. No one, in Takaba's memory, ever did that. "Contact me when you have thought it through, Ryu-chan. I'll see myself out."
"I-"
Takaba met the stranger's eyes squarely as he walked towards the door of Asami's office; he was shorter than Takaba thought, and there was a youthful air about him, despite his obvious age. Takaba suddenly thought that this man must have had charisma in spades when he was younger. "I'm pleased to have met you, Takaba-san," the stranger said. "Take care of Ryu-chan."
And then he was gone, and Takaba was (still) staring at Asami.
TBC
ETA the title.
Day/Theme: 1 Sept/ A greeting and a meeting team
Series: Viewfinder/Tokyo Crazy Paradise
Pairing: Asami Ryuichi/Takaba Akihito
Notes/warnings: Timelines for both series have been viciously tweaked to create the scenario I have in mind.
That the usual bodyguards were nowhere to be seen when Takaba entered the building was a little puzzling, especially considering how late it was and the tendency for certain members of the yakuza to be at home at that hour. Alarm grew in Takaba's heart when he exited the private lift to find that the living room of the penthouse was empty. There was always at least a few guards, if not Kirishima, around.
Self-consciously, he quieted his normally noisy walk, and felt in his shoulder bag for some kind of weapon. Something was up. He turned a corner, and was so surprised that he nearly walked into a wall.
The door to Asami's private office was open. That was unusual enough. Asami was sitting on a couch in it. What was even stranger - and what set Takaba's blood boiling - was that there was another man clinging to him. No, scratch that. The stranger was not exactly clinging. He was all but hugging Asami. Takaba could feel his eyes narrow. From his vantage point, the stranger looked like he was in his forties, and had an extremely youthful, even effeminate face, and was wearing a suit. One of those million-yen suits that Asami was always trying to foist on him.
"What's going on!" Takaba heard himself growl.
The stranger raised his head coolly, as did Asami. Takaba had no doubt that they knew of Takaba's approach but had allowed Takaba to see the whole tableau.
"Ah, Akihito, you are here," Asami said. He looked like someone who was preparing to enjoy a performance. The stranger released him from the embrace, but remained sitting close enough to make Takaba's teeth clench.
Before he could help it, Takaba asked, "Who is he, Ryuichi?"
The only reaction that Asami revealed was a smirk.
Takaba swore for the thousandth time that he was going to kick Asami in the head. Here he was, sitting down with another man cuddling him, and he dared to smirk. He was going to kill the bastard!
But it was the other man who released Asami and stood up, studying Takaba with interest. "You are Takaba Akihito, the journalist who has been investigating into the gokudo?"
Asami's smirk disappeared and he gave the stranger a look that Takaba would have defined as worried, if Asami Ryuichi ever worried about anything in his life.
Takaba turned his attention back to the stranger. One thing struck him: the stranger had said "gokudo". In Takaba's experience, it was a word used mainly within the more secretive sections (as well as the more traditional bits) of the yakuza. Was this someone from another gang?
"Yes." Asami said, and Takaba realised he had not answered the stranger's question.
The stranger looked back at Asami. "Ryu-chan, you did not tell me that he is your lover!"
Just as Takaba's mind spluttered at the pet name, Asami scowled and said, "I didn't have time."
"Who are you?" Takaba asked the stranger.
The stranger glanced once at Asami, then smiled. There was something so sly and yet so cheerful about that smile, Takaba could only stare. "I'm-" he began, before Asami interrupted, "No."
To Takaba's shock, Asami continued, "Please. I'll tell him myself."
The stranger shook his head, as though frustrated. "Think of me as a representative from Ryu-chan's past," he finally said.
"Don't-"
"Ryu-chan has been estranged from his family for a very long time, by his choice. His family has respected his wishes in this regard-"
"-you can't-"
"-although they hope that things will change in the future. His father, in particular, has been hoping to talk with him."
Out of the corner of his eyes, Takaba saw something strange. Had Asami just flinched at the mention of his father? Surely not: there was something wrong with Takaba's eyesight, that was all. It was surreal to think about Asami having parents.
"As has his brother."
There was something wrong with Takaba's eyesight. Because Asami had flinched again. Takaba could feel that his eyebrows had risen as high as they could go, and his face was aching. But he couldn't seem to turn his expression neutral.
The stranger stood up and patted Asami's shoulder gently. No one, in Takaba's memory, ever did that. "Contact me when you have thought it through, Ryu-chan. I'll see myself out."
"I-"
Takaba met the stranger's eyes squarely as he walked towards the door of Asami's office; he was shorter than Takaba thought, and there was a youthful air about him, despite his obvious age. Takaba suddenly thought that this man must have had charisma in spades when he was younger. "I'm pleased to have met you, Takaba-san," the stranger said. "Take care of Ryu-chan."
And then he was gone, and Takaba was (still) staring at Asami.
TBC
ETA the title.