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[6 Sept] [Viewfinder/Tokyo Crazy Paradise] [Off Trajectory 6/?]
Title: Off Trajectory 6/?
Day/Theme: 6 Sept/ I hated your body, but I needed your touch
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.
Now that he had new data to work with, sparse as it was, Takaba went through his research again. The phonecall from the Munakata oyaji had proven that Takaba was on the right track when he dug into records about Kuryugumi. Asami was fifteen when he ran away. That was twenty years ago. If his hunch was correct, that timing ought to match the period when information blackout about the Kuryugumi occurred.
It took a lot of digging, especially into his police contacts, something Takaba was wary about exploiting. He never fully trusted about the police after the first time he was made used of and betrayed – right into Asami’s arms.
Asami, by the way, had refused to discuss his estranged family (and twin brother) the next morning. When Takaba had pressed, the bastard took it as an opportunity to shut Takaba up with sex. Which pissed off Takaba, when all was said and done, and only made him more determined to get to the bottom of things.
GRAVE. He had found the reference after following another of his hunches, that information blackout of such scale couldn't have been done without some tinkering on the side of the authorities, whether deliberate or not. And there was a specialized police department that had been shut down for what seemed like the usual reasons: budget cuts, change in administration, setting up of other departments. Except that this GRAVE department had coincidentally closed a year after the information blackout. It definitely called for more investigation.
His contact had hemmed and hawed, and finally said that they could meet at a coffee-shop not far from Takaba's office. Now all that Takaba had to do was to distract his babysitter-bodyguards and get away. It helped that Asami's men were all distracted by Asami's unexplained disappearance last week (short as it was) and his hissy-fit (there was no other word for it) about someone leaking information among his men.
He held up his phone, pretending to be talking to his editor. "I'm just going to grab a bite nearby before I get back. I'm starving!" he said loudly, feeling horribly obvious. He was going to meet his contact under the noses of Asami's men. He hoped like hell Asami never found out.
He slipped between the doors of the coffee-shop. It was one of those small neighbourhood shops that was showing its age but was a definite step up from the Starbucks in the next street, as it served real food. And thanks to the Starbucks in the next street, there were no other customers inside.
Well, except for a blond-haired man who looked to be nearly sixty, but must have been a huge man when he was younger, judging by how imposing he looked. Takaba edged back in his seat, ordered hamburger steak with fries and cake for dessert (he really was hungry).
After a few minutes, the blond-haired man came over. "You are Takaba Akihito," he stated, and he was smiling as though he didn't have a care in the world.
Unnerved, Takaba nodded before he could stop himself.
"I'm Kise Akira," the man introduced himself, and gestured at the empty seat opposite Takaba. "May I?"
Takaba glanced around nervously, and nodded, and tried not to reveal his apprehension as the other man sat down. "Kise-san-"
"I've never seen the point of being unnecessarily secretive," Kise said, "so I'll ask directly. Why do you know about GRAVE?"
Were you complicit in covering up the doings of the Kuryugumi? Takaba wanted to ask, but was afraid the reaction. "To be frank," he said, a jolt of guilt going through him since he was certainly not going to be frank, "I am a writer," he said. "I've been thinking about writing a book about the different specialized task forces that have been set up to deal with yakuza over the years. In the course of my research I came across GRAVE, but there was very little information about them." He widened his eyes in the most innocent look he could create.
That sounded innocent enough, didn't it? Not too much embellishment. Giving too many details was the first sign of lying.
"I see." The lines of curiosity around Kise's eyes eased. Strange, Takaba hadn't thought the other man was particularly suspicious of him at first. "GRAVE was dissolved twenty years ago-"
"Don't tell the little punk anything."
The annoyed, gruff voice belonged to someone that Takaba hadn't heard for a long time. He turned in the direction of the voice. "Oyaji?" he asked.
It was indeed Munakata Ichiro, and Takaba hadn't even noticed that he was in the shop.
Kise's eyebrows shot up at the sight. "Ichiro? Why are you here?"
He was tensing up, Takaba noticed, and his nerves started to race. After living for so long with a dangerous man like Asami, Takaba's own instincts for danger were developing, though it was (as Asami grumbled) a work in progress.
"Mother asked me to come, Uncle Akira."
Uncle Akira?
Munakata leaned forward, his eyes hard. "One, this punk is Asami Ryuichi's lover. Second, they've found out about the kagi, and-"
The clatter of footsteps seemed to surround the coffee-shop. Kise and Munakata exchanged a look.
"-three?" Takaba said weakly.
Munakata grabbed Takaba's shirt collar and dragged him upright. "RUN!"
/TBC
Day/Theme: 6 Sept/ I hated your body, but I needed your touch
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.
Now that he had new data to work with, sparse as it was, Takaba went through his research again. The phonecall from the Munakata oyaji had proven that Takaba was on the right track when he dug into records about Kuryugumi. Asami was fifteen when he ran away. That was twenty years ago. If his hunch was correct, that timing ought to match the period when information blackout about the Kuryugumi occurred.
It took a lot of digging, especially into his police contacts, something Takaba was wary about exploiting. He never fully trusted about the police after the first time he was made used of and betrayed – right into Asami’s arms.
Asami, by the way, had refused to discuss his estranged family (and twin brother) the next morning. When Takaba had pressed, the bastard took it as an opportunity to shut Takaba up with sex. Which pissed off Takaba, when all was said and done, and only made him more determined to get to the bottom of things.
GRAVE. He had found the reference after following another of his hunches, that information blackout of such scale couldn't have been done without some tinkering on the side of the authorities, whether deliberate or not. And there was a specialized police department that had been shut down for what seemed like the usual reasons: budget cuts, change in administration, setting up of other departments. Except that this GRAVE department had coincidentally closed a year after the information blackout. It definitely called for more investigation.
His contact had hemmed and hawed, and finally said that they could meet at a coffee-shop not far from Takaba's office. Now all that Takaba had to do was to distract his babysitter-bodyguards and get away. It helped that Asami's men were all distracted by Asami's unexplained disappearance last week (short as it was) and his hissy-fit (there was no other word for it) about someone leaking information among his men.
He held up his phone, pretending to be talking to his editor. "I'm just going to grab a bite nearby before I get back. I'm starving!" he said loudly, feeling horribly obvious. He was going to meet his contact under the noses of Asami's men. He hoped like hell Asami never found out.
He slipped between the doors of the coffee-shop. It was one of those small neighbourhood shops that was showing its age but was a definite step up from the Starbucks in the next street, as it served real food. And thanks to the Starbucks in the next street, there were no other customers inside.
Well, except for a blond-haired man who looked to be nearly sixty, but must have been a huge man when he was younger, judging by how imposing he looked. Takaba edged back in his seat, ordered hamburger steak with fries and cake for dessert (he really was hungry).
After a few minutes, the blond-haired man came over. "You are Takaba Akihito," he stated, and he was smiling as though he didn't have a care in the world.
Unnerved, Takaba nodded before he could stop himself.
"I'm Kise Akira," the man introduced himself, and gestured at the empty seat opposite Takaba. "May I?"
Takaba glanced around nervously, and nodded, and tried not to reveal his apprehension as the other man sat down. "Kise-san-"
"I've never seen the point of being unnecessarily secretive," Kise said, "so I'll ask directly. Why do you know about GRAVE?"
Were you complicit in covering up the doings of the Kuryugumi? Takaba wanted to ask, but was afraid the reaction. "To be frank," he said, a jolt of guilt going through him since he was certainly not going to be frank, "I am a writer," he said. "I've been thinking about writing a book about the different specialized task forces that have been set up to deal with yakuza over the years. In the course of my research I came across GRAVE, but there was very little information about them." He widened his eyes in the most innocent look he could create.
That sounded innocent enough, didn't it? Not too much embellishment. Giving too many details was the first sign of lying.
"I see." The lines of curiosity around Kise's eyes eased. Strange, Takaba hadn't thought the other man was particularly suspicious of him at first. "GRAVE was dissolved twenty years ago-"
"Don't tell the little punk anything."
The annoyed, gruff voice belonged to someone that Takaba hadn't heard for a long time. He turned in the direction of the voice. "Oyaji?" he asked.
It was indeed Munakata Ichiro, and Takaba hadn't even noticed that he was in the shop.
Kise's eyebrows shot up at the sight. "Ichiro? Why are you here?"
He was tensing up, Takaba noticed, and his nerves started to race. After living for so long with a dangerous man like Asami, Takaba's own instincts for danger were developing, though it was (as Asami grumbled) a work in progress.
"Mother asked me to come, Uncle Akira."
Uncle Akira?
Munakata leaned forward, his eyes hard. "One, this punk is Asami Ryuichi's lover. Second, they've found out about the kagi, and-"
The clatter of footsteps seemed to surround the coffee-shop. Kise and Munakata exchanged a look.
"-three?" Takaba said weakly.
Munakata grabbed Takaba's shirt collar and dragged him upright. "RUN!"
/TBC