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[2 Sept] [Viewfinder/Tokyo Crazy Paradise] [Off Trajectory 2/?]
Title: Off Trajectory 2/?
Day/Theme: 2 Sept/ A spare tire rolled under his overshirt
Series: Viewfinder/Tokyo Crazy Paradise
Pairing: Asami Ryuichi/Takaba Akihito, Tsukasa/Ryuji
Notes/warnings: Timelines for both series have been viciously tweaked to create the scenario I have in mind.
It was probably nothing. Takaba realised later that it was probably his fault for tempting fate by thinking that, though he was never going to admit that in a million years, no way. After that strange visitor left, Asami had gone all quiet, insisting despite Takaba's curiosity that there was nothing wrong. And Takaba, fool that he was, unnerved by Asami's uncharacteristic frown of worry, had taken Asami's word for it.
That was three nights ago, and Takaba was still trying to persuade himself that it was nothing. No wonder he couldn't sleep.
Well, it was one of the reasons, Takaba thought, trying to reason through his tiredness. There was something else, wasn't there - it was rare enough that he was still awake after a bout of sex - three times in one night, Takaba thought with only a mild version of his usual outrage-combined-with-unexamined-fuzzy-feelings, three times was outrageous. His whole body throbbed. It had felt as though Asami was trying to fuck all his worry away. Was Asami the bastard secretly taking Viagra? And why was he still awake anyway? Like most of the male of the species, Takaba was out for the count after sex.
Except Asami, who was likely part machine, Takaba thought. Yup, that would explain a lot: Asami Ryuichi, the cyborg. Who was apparently trying to suffocate Takaba with an arm tightening around him. Oh, right. Takaba realised why he was awake: Asami was trying to use him as a pillow. But then Asami had twitched, in surprise.
Takaba frowned. Asami was sitting up, watching - Takaba opened first one eye, then the other - late night news. What the - he scrambled to sit up, struggling against Asami's arm, which had gone unbearably tight.
"-a bomb?" Takaba said, trying to make sense of the news on the screen, and the image of a blurry night scene that showed what looked like an old traditional house, with the last bits of fire being put out. "What happened?"
No reply. Takaba squirmed and tried to sit upright, pushing at Asami's arm to get free. There was something weird about Asami's reaction to the news event. It didn't feel like a yakuza hit, or any action on Asami's orders, and even if it had been, Asami was not the kind of person to order someone's home exploded and come back early to screw Takaba. He would have been monitoring the action all the way: just another example of the over-controlling, over-obsessive overachiever that he was.
Takaba rubbed his eyes and paid more attention to the news. The place was an old house in the countryside, not far from Tokyo. A bomb had gone off at around 10 at night. Apparently there were more than thirty people living in the house, and while most of them had managed to escape, five had been taken to hospital for light injuries and smoke inhalation. At that clarification, Asami blew out his breath, as though he had been holding it, and slid out of bed, grabbing his phone from the nightstand as he did so. Takaba opened his mouth to call him, then thought better of it. Even if - however unlikely it was - Asami had anything to do with the bomb, it was not as though Asami would tell him.
When the bedroom door closed, Takaba groped for the television remote and turned the volume up, hoping the news would give more details. Something about Asami's behaviour nagged at him, but when Takaba tried to chase down what it was, he came up with a blank. A definite, heavily underlined blank.
The owners of the exploded house could not be contacted, according to the reporter on the site, who went on to add that the occupants were apparently extended family members and their staff. Takaba's ears pricked up at that. In his experience, 'extended family members', especially in a house like that, usually referred to a yakuza organisation. Combined with Asami's reaction, Takaba guessed that this was a yakuza compound that had just been deliberately targeted.
Takaba glanced towards the door of the bedroom, but it looked like Asami was still on the phone. Was there any connection between this explosion and Asami? Asami was certainly powerful and influential, but it was silly to assume that any yakuza activity led back to Asami. The tradition of yakuza was a long and established one. There were still plenty of yakuza families, many still active even within Japan, jostling with Asami for control.
He watched long enough for the news loop to repeat itself, and Asami re-entered the bedroom. The look on his face was one that Takaba only saw a handful times before, when someone under his employ had been injured. "Ryuichi?" Takaba said.
"I have to make a trip outside Tokyo," he said. He glanced at the television in irritation, and Takaba, abashed, turned it off. Asami flicked on the lights in the room, opened the wardrobe doors and began changing in preparation to go out.
Takaba glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was past three in the morning. "Do you know who was responsible for the bombing?" he asked. No point in pretending he hadn't been watching the news, after all.
A fierce glint came into Asami's eyes at Takaba's question. "Not yet," he said. "I will be back by tomorrow night," he added. "Do not get into trouble," he ordered, then sat down on the bed and kissed Takaba before Takaba could protest that he never meant to get into any trouble, thank you very much, before Asami turned and left.
That was sudden, Takaba thought into the silence, feeling a little hurt. Then again, what if this was someone that Asami knew? Takaba jumped off the bed and went to hunt for his laptop.
/TBC
Day/Theme: 2 Sept/ A spare tire rolled under his overshirt
Series: Viewfinder/Tokyo Crazy Paradise
Pairing: Asami Ryuichi/Takaba Akihito, Tsukasa/Ryuji
Notes/warnings: Timelines for both series have been viciously tweaked to create the scenario I have in mind.
It was probably nothing. Takaba realised later that it was probably his fault for tempting fate by thinking that, though he was never going to admit that in a million years, no way. After that strange visitor left, Asami had gone all quiet, insisting despite Takaba's curiosity that there was nothing wrong. And Takaba, fool that he was, unnerved by Asami's uncharacteristic frown of worry, had taken Asami's word for it.
That was three nights ago, and Takaba was still trying to persuade himself that it was nothing. No wonder he couldn't sleep.
Well, it was one of the reasons, Takaba thought, trying to reason through his tiredness. There was something else, wasn't there - it was rare enough that he was still awake after a bout of sex - three times in one night, Takaba thought with only a mild version of his usual outrage-combined-with-unexamined-fuzzy-feelings, three times was outrageous. His whole body throbbed. It had felt as though Asami was trying to fuck all his worry away. Was Asami the bastard secretly taking Viagra? And why was he still awake anyway? Like most of the male of the species, Takaba was out for the count after sex.
Except Asami, who was likely part machine, Takaba thought. Yup, that would explain a lot: Asami Ryuichi, the cyborg. Who was apparently trying to suffocate Takaba with an arm tightening around him. Oh, right. Takaba realised why he was awake: Asami was trying to use him as a pillow. But then Asami had twitched, in surprise.
Takaba frowned. Asami was sitting up, watching - Takaba opened first one eye, then the other - late night news. What the - he scrambled to sit up, struggling against Asami's arm, which had gone unbearably tight.
"-a bomb?" Takaba said, trying to make sense of the news on the screen, and the image of a blurry night scene that showed what looked like an old traditional house, with the last bits of fire being put out. "What happened?"
No reply. Takaba squirmed and tried to sit upright, pushing at Asami's arm to get free. There was something weird about Asami's reaction to the news event. It didn't feel like a yakuza hit, or any action on Asami's orders, and even if it had been, Asami was not the kind of person to order someone's home exploded and come back early to screw Takaba. He would have been monitoring the action all the way: just another example of the over-controlling, over-obsessive overachiever that he was.
Takaba rubbed his eyes and paid more attention to the news. The place was an old house in the countryside, not far from Tokyo. A bomb had gone off at around 10 at night. Apparently there were more than thirty people living in the house, and while most of them had managed to escape, five had been taken to hospital for light injuries and smoke inhalation. At that clarification, Asami blew out his breath, as though he had been holding it, and slid out of bed, grabbing his phone from the nightstand as he did so. Takaba opened his mouth to call him, then thought better of it. Even if - however unlikely it was - Asami had anything to do with the bomb, it was not as though Asami would tell him.
When the bedroom door closed, Takaba groped for the television remote and turned the volume up, hoping the news would give more details. Something about Asami's behaviour nagged at him, but when Takaba tried to chase down what it was, he came up with a blank. A definite, heavily underlined blank.
The owners of the exploded house could not be contacted, according to the reporter on the site, who went on to add that the occupants were apparently extended family members and their staff. Takaba's ears pricked up at that. In his experience, 'extended family members', especially in a house like that, usually referred to a yakuza organisation. Combined with Asami's reaction, Takaba guessed that this was a yakuza compound that had just been deliberately targeted.
Takaba glanced towards the door of the bedroom, but it looked like Asami was still on the phone. Was there any connection between this explosion and Asami? Asami was certainly powerful and influential, but it was silly to assume that any yakuza activity led back to Asami. The tradition of yakuza was a long and established one. There were still plenty of yakuza families, many still active even within Japan, jostling with Asami for control.
He watched long enough for the news loop to repeat itself, and Asami re-entered the bedroom. The look on his face was one that Takaba only saw a handful times before, when someone under his employ had been injured. "Ryuichi?" Takaba said.
"I have to make a trip outside Tokyo," he said. He glanced at the television in irritation, and Takaba, abashed, turned it off. Asami flicked on the lights in the room, opened the wardrobe doors and began changing in preparation to go out.
Takaba glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was past three in the morning. "Do you know who was responsible for the bombing?" he asked. No point in pretending he hadn't been watching the news, after all.
A fierce glint came into Asami's eyes at Takaba's question. "Not yet," he said. "I will be back by tomorrow night," he added. "Do not get into trouble," he ordered, then sat down on the bed and kissed Takaba before Takaba could protest that he never meant to get into any trouble, thank you very much, before Asami turned and left.
That was sudden, Takaba thought into the silence, feeling a little hurt. Then again, what if this was someone that Asami knew? Takaba jumped off the bed and went to hunt for his laptop.
/TBC