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[8 Sept] [Viewfinder/Tokyo Crazy Paradise] [Off Trajectory 8/?]
Title: Off Trajectory 8/?
Day/Theme: 8 Sept/ Beginnings are endings for all but a few
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.
"I'm not going anywhere with him," Takaba said. He stood and glared at Feilong, ignoring the way his voice threatened to break.
Munakata was standing beside him, looking at Feilong. "It's fine, kiddo," he said, more softly now. He had called Takaba "kiddo" the first time they met too, when Takaba was still naïve and uncertain. "He's not going to do anything to you."
The odd tone in his face made Takaba look at his old mentor again. "You know what he did?" he said, fighting down a wave of discomfort.
"To you? Yes."
"Then you-"
It struck Takaba suddenly that Feilong was just standing there, not saying a word, not even a smirk.
"Why is he even here?" he demanded.
"We can talk about that inside," Munkata said. "Come on, punk." He turned and walked towards the house, somehow trusting that Takaba would follow.
Of course Takaba did.
He glared at Feilong out of the corner of his eyes. "You first," he said. He didn't care to have the other man at his back.
Finally, a twitch of what passed for amusement on Feilong's face. "It's good to see you, Takaba-kun," he said, and strode past him.
Takaba fumed, trying to think of a good rejoinder, and followed Munakata.
Past the foyer for storing shoes – Takaba was briefly embarrassed that his socks were bright orange with black stripes – they walked past a series of tatami rooms, and apparently into the modern part of the house, for the huge sitting room looked like it came out of an edition of Wallpaper.
There were only two persons seated at a long, heavy dining table at one end of the room.
"Okaasan," Munakata greeted.
The woman in a kimono stood up. Takaba noted in passing that here, indeed, was the traditional scene he was expecting, though the rest of his attention was taken up by the other man at the table. And as they approached, Takaba again noted, using the corner of his mind that was not being shocked, that Munakata actually bowed at the man. He didn't think Munakata bowed to anyone in his life.
Feilong was uncharacteristically silent a few steps ahead of him. Takaba half-expected the other man to stand up as he approached, then had to revise his expectations as the man seemed to slide away, then turn towards them, and Takaba blinked as he was forced to admit it was not his imagination.
Surely the man before him was Asami.
Except Asami would not be in a sporty-looking wheelchair, or be seen alive in a band T-shirt, or have his hair uncombed and wild as though he had just got out of bed.
But-but-but everything else was Asami, surely. That face, the way those eyes glinted with a dark gold light, even the curve of those perfectly shaped lips…
"You-" Takaba could feel the way his voice sounded so breathless. "You are Asami's twin brother, aren't you?"
The man grinned. "What, I don't look it, Takaba-kun?"
"You really are." Snatches of what Asami had told him echoed in Takaba's mind. "But why-how-"
"You better sit down first, Takaba-kun," Asami's brother said. "What I'm about to say is going to mean the start of something important."
/TBC
Day/Theme: 8 Sept/ Beginnings are endings for all but a few
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.
"I'm not going anywhere with him," Takaba said. He stood and glared at Feilong, ignoring the way his voice threatened to break.
Munakata was standing beside him, looking at Feilong. "It's fine, kiddo," he said, more softly now. He had called Takaba "kiddo" the first time they met too, when Takaba was still naïve and uncertain. "He's not going to do anything to you."
The odd tone in his face made Takaba look at his old mentor again. "You know what he did?" he said, fighting down a wave of discomfort.
"To you? Yes."
"Then you-"
It struck Takaba suddenly that Feilong was just standing there, not saying a word, not even a smirk.
"Why is he even here?" he demanded.
"We can talk about that inside," Munkata said. "Come on, punk." He turned and walked towards the house, somehow trusting that Takaba would follow.
Of course Takaba did.
He glared at Feilong out of the corner of his eyes. "You first," he said. He didn't care to have the other man at his back.
Finally, a twitch of what passed for amusement on Feilong's face. "It's good to see you, Takaba-kun," he said, and strode past him.
Takaba fumed, trying to think of a good rejoinder, and followed Munakata.
Past the foyer for storing shoes – Takaba was briefly embarrassed that his socks were bright orange with black stripes – they walked past a series of tatami rooms, and apparently into the modern part of the house, for the huge sitting room looked like it came out of an edition of Wallpaper.
There were only two persons seated at a long, heavy dining table at one end of the room.
"Okaasan," Munakata greeted.
The woman in a kimono stood up. Takaba noted in passing that here, indeed, was the traditional scene he was expecting, though the rest of his attention was taken up by the other man at the table. And as they approached, Takaba again noted, using the corner of his mind that was not being shocked, that Munakata actually bowed at the man. He didn't think Munakata bowed to anyone in his life.
Feilong was uncharacteristically silent a few steps ahead of him. Takaba half-expected the other man to stand up as he approached, then had to revise his expectations as the man seemed to slide away, then turn towards them, and Takaba blinked as he was forced to admit it was not his imagination.
Surely the man before him was Asami.
Except Asami would not be in a sporty-looking wheelchair, or be seen alive in a band T-shirt, or have his hair uncombed and wild as though he had just got out of bed.
But-but-but everything else was Asami, surely. That face, the way those eyes glinted with a dark gold light, even the curve of those perfectly shaped lips…
"You-" Takaba could feel the way his voice sounded so breathless. "You are Asami's twin brother, aren't you?"
The man grinned. "What, I don't look it, Takaba-kun?"
"You really are." Snatches of what Asami had told him echoed in Takaba's mind. "But why-how-"
"You better sit down first, Takaba-kun," Asami's brother said. "What I'm about to say is going to mean the start of something important."
/TBC