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[5 Sept] [Viewfinder/Tokyo Crazy Paradise] [Off Trajectory 5/?]
Title: Off Trajectory 5/?
Day/Theme: 5 Sept/ Confused, abused, but not amused
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.
Takaba clutched his pillow to himself, then sat up in bed, giving up the attempt to fall asleep as a bad job. There were just too many things in his mind, and Asami the bastard hadn't even called him since he took off. There were things a person got used to, Takaba told himself. Asami might be a suspected yakuza lord who was also an unreasonable pervert, but they had been living together for more than a year already. Asami was not allowed to just saunter off without saying anything else as though Takaba was just part of the background. He had a mind to-
There were sounds from the living room that indicated someone, most likely Asami, had returned to the penthouse. Takaba's heart leaped, then as the tenor of Asami's voice came through, Takaba could feel his bewilderment and alarm grow in equal measure. Asami had come back with a large troupe of his followers that he was still giving orders to, going by the sound of it. Takaba tried to breathe quietly and listen in.
Something about someone letting secret information slip. A question, in a tone meant to make the listener squirm with guilt (deserved or not), how that had occurred despite explicit orders. Demands for the leak to be traced. Asami's voice was not raised, exactly. He was not the sort of person who got his way by shouting. But the curt, cold tones of his voice made a shiver run down Takaba's back. He wondered if it was wiser to pretend to be asleep.
Before he could decide, Takaba heard the others exit the penthouse, and then Asami came into the room and switched on the lights. He blinked once to see Takaba sitting up in bed. "You're awake," he said.
It was Takaba's turn to squirm, not wanting to admit that he had been eavesdropping. "Um, couldn't sleep," he mumbled.
There was a sound from Asami that sounded like a sigh.
By the time Takaba looked up again, Asami was pulling off his jacket and tie, dropping them on a chair. He could sense the remnants of Asami's cold mood still clinging to him, and hid a shiver in turn. When Asami got like this, it was a toss-up what he wanted: alcohol, or sex. Takaba ventured, "Has something happened?"
Asami looked at him, his eyes darkening to a smoky amber.
Ah, the latter, a part of Takaba concluded. The rest of him couldn't decide whether to be indignant by Asami's presumption or to get aroused by Asami's intensity.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," Asami said, approaching Takaba.
Takaba took in a deep breath, nodded, and reached out for him.
***
"I have a twin brother."
Takaba heard the words through a haze, and it took long seconds before they coalesced with meaning in his mind.
He was more concerned with trying not to wince. Asami had taken, and taken – almost beyond Takaba's willingness to give over himself. Takaba felt that what he really wanted to do was to curl up in bed for a week and lick his wounds, and Asami wanted to talk?
He must have made some sound in response, for Asami's fingers started to curl in Takaba's hair. "He's older by ten minutes," Asami went on.
Takaba couldn't figure out if it was resentment in Asami's voice. He kept quiet, helped by the fact that his throat felt as though someone had taken sandpaper to it. Damn Asami, of course he had to make Takaba beg and scream, sometimes one after the other.
"We were inseparable, and everyone said how amazing it was that we looked so alike but were so different in personalities."
Takaba woke up a little more at that.
"He was the perfect heir," Asami went on.
Heir?
"He was always calm, always in control of himself. Everyone thought he was perfect. I was the impetuous one."
Alarm bells were starting to ring in Takaba's mind. He remember the stranger from last week – had it only been a week ago? – who mentioned Asami's brother.
Asami went on talking. "When we were fifteen, I got us in the middle of a fire fight. Aniki got me out, but he was heavily injured."
Takaba forgot to breathe. For someone like Asami, to be indebted to someone like that. His own brother, of all persons... Takaba had a very bad feeling about what Asami was going to say next.
"I ran away from home and cut off all ties. I even changed my name."
If his muscles weren't screaming at him, Takaba would have covered his face with both his hands. As it was, he closed his eyes in sheer dismay. It was like a bad soap opera. What the fuck, Asami? he asked silently.
/TBC
Day/Theme: 5 Sept/ Confused, abused, but not amused
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.
Takaba clutched his pillow to himself, then sat up in bed, giving up the attempt to fall asleep as a bad job. There were just too many things in his mind, and Asami the bastard hadn't even called him since he took off. There were things a person got used to, Takaba told himself. Asami might be a suspected yakuza lord who was also an unreasonable pervert, but they had been living together for more than a year already. Asami was not allowed to just saunter off without saying anything else as though Takaba was just part of the background. He had a mind to-
There were sounds from the living room that indicated someone, most likely Asami, had returned to the penthouse. Takaba's heart leaped, then as the tenor of Asami's voice came through, Takaba could feel his bewilderment and alarm grow in equal measure. Asami had come back with a large troupe of his followers that he was still giving orders to, going by the sound of it. Takaba tried to breathe quietly and listen in.
Something about someone letting secret information slip. A question, in a tone meant to make the listener squirm with guilt (deserved or not), how that had occurred despite explicit orders. Demands for the leak to be traced. Asami's voice was not raised, exactly. He was not the sort of person who got his way by shouting. But the curt, cold tones of his voice made a shiver run down Takaba's back. He wondered if it was wiser to pretend to be asleep.
Before he could decide, Takaba heard the others exit the penthouse, and then Asami came into the room and switched on the lights. He blinked once to see Takaba sitting up in bed. "You're awake," he said.
It was Takaba's turn to squirm, not wanting to admit that he had been eavesdropping. "Um, couldn't sleep," he mumbled.
There was a sound from Asami that sounded like a sigh.
By the time Takaba looked up again, Asami was pulling off his jacket and tie, dropping them on a chair. He could sense the remnants of Asami's cold mood still clinging to him, and hid a shiver in turn. When Asami got like this, it was a toss-up what he wanted: alcohol, or sex. Takaba ventured, "Has something happened?"
Asami looked at him, his eyes darkening to a smoky amber.
Ah, the latter, a part of Takaba concluded. The rest of him couldn't decide whether to be indignant by Asami's presumption or to get aroused by Asami's intensity.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," Asami said, approaching Takaba.
Takaba took in a deep breath, nodded, and reached out for him.
***
"I have a twin brother."
Takaba heard the words through a haze, and it took long seconds before they coalesced with meaning in his mind.
He was more concerned with trying not to wince. Asami had taken, and taken – almost beyond Takaba's willingness to give over himself. Takaba felt that what he really wanted to do was to curl up in bed for a week and lick his wounds, and Asami wanted to talk?
He must have made some sound in response, for Asami's fingers started to curl in Takaba's hair. "He's older by ten minutes," Asami went on.
Takaba couldn't figure out if it was resentment in Asami's voice. He kept quiet, helped by the fact that his throat felt as though someone had taken sandpaper to it. Damn Asami, of course he had to make Takaba beg and scream, sometimes one after the other.
"We were inseparable, and everyone said how amazing it was that we looked so alike but were so different in personalities."
Takaba woke up a little more at that.
"He was the perfect heir," Asami went on.
Heir?
"He was always calm, always in control of himself. Everyone thought he was perfect. I was the impetuous one."
Alarm bells were starting to ring in Takaba's mind. He remember the stranger from last week – had it only been a week ago? – who mentioned Asami's brother.
Asami went on talking. "When we were fifteen, I got us in the middle of a fire fight. Aniki got me out, but he was heavily injured."
Takaba forgot to breathe. For someone like Asami, to be indebted to someone like that. His own brother, of all persons... Takaba had a very bad feeling about what Asami was going to say next.
"I ran away from home and cut off all ties. I even changed my name."
If his muscles weren't screaming at him, Takaba would have covered his face with both his hands. As it was, he closed his eyes in sheer dismay. It was like a bad soap opera. What the fuck, Asami? he asked silently.
/TBC