Akihito’s Special Day
Title: Akihito’s Special Day
Author: Viv
Genre: humor, fluff
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Viewfinder [manga]
Pairing: TakAsami, hints of Kou/Takato
Disclaimer: I forgot to feed them! *runs off*
Summary: Akihito thought he was having a good day. [oneshot]
Takaba was having good day.
So good, in fact, that he’d barely thought of Asami at all.
‘… Wait. I just did. Again.’
Never mind.
But the fact still remained: Takaba was having a good day, and it wasn’t that bastard that was going to ruin it for him.
“Aki.”
“Huh?”
“Dude, where you’ve been? Been talking to you for the last minute and all you’ve been doing is nod.”
“…”
“I mean, Kou even offered to pose naked for you and you agreed.”
Akihito spewed his drink. Takato unabashedly continued.
“Not that I would mind, you know, if I had a camera.”
“Katou! That is so fucking wrong.”
Kou frowned, mock-glaring at their photographer friend.
“Are you saying I’m not photogenic?”
“Of course not!”
“So you admit that I would look good?”
“WHAT?” Akihito had a somewhat murderous glimmer in his eyes.
“Of course you would!” Takato amiably said, completely disregarding the look in their friend’s grayish-brown orbs.
“Thank you Katou! I don’t know why Aki doesn’t agree!” the young man winked seductively and daintily flicked his shoulder-length brown hair back, under the amused gaze of Takato who childishly giggled in return.
Akihito spat out the swig he was taking of his coke.
“Though,” Takato continued, “I guess I can understand why he won’t agree. I mean, dude.”
Akihito blinked in confusion as Kou grinned.
“Oh yeees. I guess I can understand then. I mean who the hell can compete with something like that?”
“What? Like what?”
The two boys continued, completely ignoring their frustrated friend.
“Yup. I mean, come on. Guess nobody can compare.” Takato nodded.
“Indeed,” Kou agreed, his hand rubbing his chin, “I can just imagine it.”
“Mmm… oh. Sexy.”
“Uh huh… Very hot.”
“Very much.”
Under the round table, Akihito’s feet stomped on those of his friends.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” he shrieked.
And instantly quieted down when he realised that everyone in the small restaurant was staring at him.
Takato and Kou slightly inched away from the man.
“We should be careful.” Kou replied in lieu of answer, turning his attention back to the darker-haired man. Takato nodded.
“He’d probably get jealous or over-possessive or something.”
“Yeah well, I think I’d understand. I mean, come on, anyone would get over-possessive over a piece like that.”
“Over what?” Akihito persisted in asking, his right eyebrow arched and twitching… thought he had a feeling he wouldn’t like the answer.
“Oh. Your man, Aki.” Kou flippantly answered.
“My,” Akihito swallowed audibly, “man?”
“Yeah,” Takato continued, as he casually lifted his glass and took a gulp of his ice tea, “that piece of hunk that always follows you around.”
“WHAT?” another shriek. The flustered boy nearly spilled his coke. “That’s not true!”
“So you’re the one following him around?”
“It’s purely professional!”
Kou shook his head, unconvinced, and retorted immediately: “Right. Explain to us why you flushed like a ripe tomato right now.”
“You guys are saying crap, that’s why!”
“Then,” Takato retaliated, “explain to us why exactly more than three quarters of your calls are to or from that Asami guy?”
“What? How did you-”
“Not hard getting your cellphone.”
“And we thought we were your best friends,” Kou pouted, before adding, “and besides, the man’s hot… and rich, obviously. You always snag the good ones.”
“Since when are you two even remotely interested in guys?!”
“Since when have you been? We’re not. We’re just interested in those that our dear Aki-chan has managed to snag. Specifically those who are dark, mysterious and handsome. And each others, right Katou-chan?”
“You guys are talking like you’re implying that I’m- I’m- ”
Takato sighed, “Hello, captain obvious.”
“But why the hell did you- ”
Akihito’s mobile rang. His friends grinned all too brightly, in his opinion, as he answered, not bothering to check the screen and not realizing right away the feeling of dread growing in his gut.
“Hello?”
“Akihito.”
He spilled his drink.
‘What the fuck…’
The dark liquid narrowly missed his friends’ pants as it dripped off the edge of the small table.
“What?” Akihito snapped.
“I heard it’s a special day today, Akihito.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Some two birds informed me, much to my surprise.”
Akihito looked up and glared at his friends, both wearing smug grins.
“And?”
The low voice on the other end of the line answered dryly, “I want you to be clean and dressed properly by 6 in front of your apartment tonight.”
“EXCUSE ME?!”
Kou and Takato winced.
“You heard me.” Asami replied, unfazed.
“Like hell I’d listen!”
“You will. Otherwise I’ll order my men to grab you right this instant and take you back to your place.”
“WHAT?!” Akihito whipped his head around, eyes widening in realization when he recognized two of Asami’s men inconspicuously sitting at a nearby table, one slurping on his milkshake while the other was contently gnawing on the straw dipped in his ice cappuccino.
The brunet abruptly stood up, under the quizzical gazes of his friends, and quickly stalked his way to the two tall men. He glared at them, while still angrily ranting on his phone.
“You bastard! What is wrong with you?! Stop having them following me! And you,” his eyes threw daggers at the two men, “stop following me! What are you, his lap dogs?”
The two men appeared clearly unimpressed, the blond giant blatantly showing amusement through his eyes while the other yawned, seemingly bored. That only infuriated Takaba further as he turned his mobile off.
“Pricks!” he yelled, before stomping back towards his best friends, “And you too! What the fuck did you do that for?! Why did you call him?!”
By then all eyes in the café were fixed on them small group, wondering what the commotion was about. Even the owner thought of interfering, but quickly squeaked his way back behind the counter at the dirty look Takaba gave him.
Kou and Takato boldly smiled again, still not unnerved by the young photographer’s outburst.
“Happy birthday, Akihito.”
“…” Akihito’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, before turning around and walking out of the coffeehouse, a stream of curses following him.
The two boys looked over at Asami’s men, and the four of them shrugged.
Meanwhile, Akihito was berating himself for forgetting about his birthday and for not having been more suspicious of his surroundings as he hurriedly headed back to his apartment.
He paused midway, all thoughts of his two best friends leaving his mind.
‘Shit. What the fuck am I supposed to wear.’
Before thinking,
‘Wait, I never said I was going!’
And then,
‘Dammit, Asami!’
Akihito was sure that Asami’s mission in life was to ruin his life.
‘Two hours… shit!’
He quickened his pace, still mentally screaming profanities at Asami.
The man showed up later that evening at exactly 6 o’clock in front of his apartment, and Takaba had had the time to shower, put on his best suit (of the very few he had) and fix his hair.
By then, he was still mad at Asami and had greeted him with a glare. The latter only smirked, a cigarette dangling from his lips, as always.
Asami then only took Akihito to one of the best French restaurants in town. During the entire dinner, Asami had been infuriatingly calm and silent, his smirk refusing to leave his face, while the younger brunet berated himself for being so edgy and fidgety.
‘Show-off. I hate you.’
Then again, those thoughts completely flew out his mind and were instantly replaced with only warmth and pleasure when he found himself in Asami’s bed later that night, calling out the man’s name over and over again as he felt the hot breath of Ryuichi, Ryuichi, oooh Ryuichi on his neck and in his ear, as his first name was whispered over and over again.
The man had being especially gentle, something Akihito was unaccustomed to, but didn’t unwelcome.
Some times later, through his dazed mind, he felt Asami gather him in his strong arms and carefully place his head against his smooth, hard chest, his fingers almost-soothingly running through his hair.
He could feel his lover’s heartbeat, like a pleasant and comforting humming, as he pressed his left cheek on the man’s chest and smiled contently, for once indulging in the warmth of the older man.
‘Maybe the day wasn’t so bad,’ Akihito thought, exhausted.
He felt Asami’s lips softly press against his temple, like a caress, before he heard a gentle murmur before he drifted off to sleep.
“Happy birthday, Akihito... koibito.”
'Koibito, huh? Maybe not so bad after all... '
---
May 5, 2006
Author's notes: Originally, this was not even supposed to be a birthday fic at all, until I went on yamane_ayano today and realized that it was Aki-chan's birthday (and one of Y_A's mod kawaiigato's).
I started it last night, stopped after five minutes and 1/3 through the fic because I was falling asleep, and then continued and finished it this afternoon, intergrating Akihito's birthday in it because it fit in perfectly with what I initially had in mind anyway.
So bonne fête, Aki-chan! And happy birthday to kawaiigato!
Done. Please comment, review, blabber away. :D
Author: Viv
Genre: humor, fluff
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Viewfinder [manga]
Pairing: TakAsami, hints of Kou/Takato
Disclaimer: I forgot to feed them! *runs off*
Summary: Akihito thought he was having a good day. [oneshot]
Takaba was having good day.
So good, in fact, that he’d barely thought of Asami at all.
‘… Wait. I just did. Again.’
Never mind.
But the fact still remained: Takaba was having a good day, and it wasn’t that bastard that was going to ruin it for him.
“Aki.”
“Huh?”
“Dude, where you’ve been? Been talking to you for the last minute and all you’ve been doing is nod.”
“…”
“I mean, Kou even offered to pose naked for you and you agreed.”
Akihito spewed his drink. Takato unabashedly continued.
“Not that I would mind, you know, if I had a camera.”
“Katou! That is so fucking wrong.”
Kou frowned, mock-glaring at their photographer friend.
“Are you saying I’m not photogenic?”
“Of course not!”
“So you admit that I would look good?”
“WHAT?” Akihito had a somewhat murderous glimmer in his eyes.
“Of course you would!” Takato amiably said, completely disregarding the look in their friend’s grayish-brown orbs.
“Thank you Katou! I don’t know why Aki doesn’t agree!” the young man winked seductively and daintily flicked his shoulder-length brown hair back, under the amused gaze of Takato who childishly giggled in return.
Akihito spat out the swig he was taking of his coke.
“Though,” Takato continued, “I guess I can understand why he won’t agree. I mean, dude.”
Akihito blinked in confusion as Kou grinned.
“Oh yeees. I guess I can understand then. I mean who the hell can compete with something like that?”
“What? Like what?”
The two boys continued, completely ignoring their frustrated friend.
“Yup. I mean, come on. Guess nobody can compare.” Takato nodded.
“Indeed,” Kou agreed, his hand rubbing his chin, “I can just imagine it.”
“Mmm… oh. Sexy.”
“Uh huh… Very hot.”
“Very much.”
Under the round table, Akihito’s feet stomped on those of his friends.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” he shrieked.
And instantly quieted down when he realised that everyone in the small restaurant was staring at him.
Takato and Kou slightly inched away from the man.
“We should be careful.” Kou replied in lieu of answer, turning his attention back to the darker-haired man. Takato nodded.
“He’d probably get jealous or over-possessive or something.”
“Yeah well, I think I’d understand. I mean, come on, anyone would get over-possessive over a piece like that.”
“Over what?” Akihito persisted in asking, his right eyebrow arched and twitching… thought he had a feeling he wouldn’t like the answer.
“Oh. Your man, Aki.” Kou flippantly answered.
“My,” Akihito swallowed audibly, “man?”
“Yeah,” Takato continued, as he casually lifted his glass and took a gulp of his ice tea, “that piece of hunk that always follows you around.”
“WHAT?” another shriek. The flustered boy nearly spilled his coke. “That’s not true!”
“So you’re the one following him around?”
“It’s purely professional!”
Kou shook his head, unconvinced, and retorted immediately: “Right. Explain to us why you flushed like a ripe tomato right now.”
“You guys are saying crap, that’s why!”
“Then,” Takato retaliated, “explain to us why exactly more than three quarters of your calls are to or from that Asami guy?”
“What? How did you-”
“Not hard getting your cellphone.”
“And we thought we were your best friends,” Kou pouted, before adding, “and besides, the man’s hot… and rich, obviously. You always snag the good ones.”
“Since when are you two even remotely interested in guys?!”
“Since when have you been? We’re not. We’re just interested in those that our dear Aki-chan has managed to snag. Specifically those who are dark, mysterious and handsome. And each others, right Katou-chan?”
“You guys are talking like you’re implying that I’m- I’m- ”
Takato sighed, “Hello, captain obvious.”
“But why the hell did you- ”
Akihito’s mobile rang. His friends grinned all too brightly, in his opinion, as he answered, not bothering to check the screen and not realizing right away the feeling of dread growing in his gut.
“Hello?”
“Akihito.”
He spilled his drink.
‘What the fuck…’
The dark liquid narrowly missed his friends’ pants as it dripped off the edge of the small table.
“What?” Akihito snapped.
“I heard it’s a special day today, Akihito.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Some two birds informed me, much to my surprise.”
Akihito looked up and glared at his friends, both wearing smug grins.
“And?”
The low voice on the other end of the line answered dryly, “I want you to be clean and dressed properly by 6 in front of your apartment tonight.”
“EXCUSE ME?!”
Kou and Takato winced.
“You heard me.” Asami replied, unfazed.
“Like hell I’d listen!”
“You will. Otherwise I’ll order my men to grab you right this instant and take you back to your place.”
“WHAT?!” Akihito whipped his head around, eyes widening in realization when he recognized two of Asami’s men inconspicuously sitting at a nearby table, one slurping on his milkshake while the other was contently gnawing on the straw dipped in his ice cappuccino.
The brunet abruptly stood up, under the quizzical gazes of his friends, and quickly stalked his way to the two tall men. He glared at them, while still angrily ranting on his phone.
“You bastard! What is wrong with you?! Stop having them following me! And you,” his eyes threw daggers at the two men, “stop following me! What are you, his lap dogs?”
The two men appeared clearly unimpressed, the blond giant blatantly showing amusement through his eyes while the other yawned, seemingly bored. That only infuriated Takaba further as he turned his mobile off.
“Pricks!” he yelled, before stomping back towards his best friends, “And you too! What the fuck did you do that for?! Why did you call him?!”
By then all eyes in the café were fixed on them small group, wondering what the commotion was about. Even the owner thought of interfering, but quickly squeaked his way back behind the counter at the dirty look Takaba gave him.
Kou and Takato boldly smiled again, still not unnerved by the young photographer’s outburst.
“Happy birthday, Akihito.”
“…” Akihito’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, before turning around and walking out of the coffeehouse, a stream of curses following him.
The two boys looked over at Asami’s men, and the four of them shrugged.
Meanwhile, Akihito was berating himself for forgetting about his birthday and for not having been more suspicious of his surroundings as he hurriedly headed back to his apartment.
He paused midway, all thoughts of his two best friends leaving his mind.
‘Shit. What the fuck am I supposed to wear.’
Before thinking,
‘Wait, I never said I was going!’
And then,
‘Dammit, Asami!’
Akihito was sure that Asami’s mission in life was to ruin his life.
‘Two hours… shit!’
He quickened his pace, still mentally screaming profanities at Asami.
The man showed up later that evening at exactly 6 o’clock in front of his apartment, and Takaba had had the time to shower, put on his best suit (of the very few he had) and fix his hair.
By then, he was still mad at Asami and had greeted him with a glare. The latter only smirked, a cigarette dangling from his lips, as always.
Asami then only took Akihito to one of the best French restaurants in town. During the entire dinner, Asami had been infuriatingly calm and silent, his smirk refusing to leave his face, while the younger brunet berated himself for being so edgy and fidgety.
‘Show-off. I hate you.’
Then again, those thoughts completely flew out his mind and were instantly replaced with only warmth and pleasure when he found himself in Asami’s bed later that night, calling out the man’s name over and over again as he felt the hot breath of Ryuichi, Ryuichi, oooh Ryuichi on his neck and in his ear, as his first name was whispered over and over again.
The man had being especially gentle, something Akihito was unaccustomed to, but didn’t unwelcome.
Some times later, through his dazed mind, he felt Asami gather him in his strong arms and carefully place his head against his smooth, hard chest, his fingers almost-soothingly running through his hair.
He could feel his lover’s heartbeat, like a pleasant and comforting humming, as he pressed his left cheek on the man’s chest and smiled contently, for once indulging in the warmth of the older man.
‘Maybe the day wasn’t so bad,’ Akihito thought, exhausted.
He felt Asami’s lips softly press against his temple, like a caress, before he heard a gentle murmur before he drifted off to sleep.
“Happy birthday, Akihito... koibito.”
'Koibito, huh? Maybe not so bad after all... '
---
May 5, 2006
Author's notes: Originally, this was not even supposed to be a birthday fic at all, until I went on yamane_ayano today and realized that it was Aki-chan's birthday (and one of Y_A's mod kawaiigato's).
I started it last night, stopped after five minutes and 1/3 through the fic because I was falling asleep, and then continued and finished it this afternoon, intergrating Akihito's birthday in it because it fit in perfectly with what I initially had in mind anyway.
So bonne fête, Aki-chan! And happy birthday to kawaiigato!
Done. Please comment, review, blabber away. :D