[VF]Inevitable Outcome Chap 3
I think the smuts deserved a Chapter on its own *evil grin*, so I am going to leave that fun out for now :D:D:D
Title: Inevitable Outcome
Chapter: 3 (The Ball)
Disclaimer: All belong to Yamane sensei...
Comments/criticism are all welcome...^^Arigato sempais for being patient and keeping up with this
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He hated all forms of gatherings but tonight this elite phantom was on a mission. Before leaving the house, he kissed the black-diamond cross and made a wish. The young gentleman wanted to meet Asami Ryuuichi once more and, if luck permitted, lured him into his dungeon. Amused by his own thoughts, he let out a well-rehearsed, cynical laugh. The old butler looked at his child resigned, and handed him the white ceramic mask.
By the time Mayamoto’s youngest CEO arrived at the Ball, it was already half past 7. The place was crowded. He was grateful that no reporters were present. The Ball was held in the Prime Minister’s residence and security level was high. Surveying his surroundings, he knew that behind those colorful dresses, tuxedos, vampires, jedis, princesses and heavy make-ups were familiar faces of top Politicians, Generals, Kings, Sultans, Models and Business Executives from all over the world.
Despite all the exposures he had, Mayamoto’s eldest son still hated public appearances. If his sister was in town, he knew for a fact that he would whine and beg for her to come in his place; irregardless of who's invitating. Afterall, he has always thought of his sister as the better the communicator and business woman. Thus, it would only be natural if ‘she’ went to meet Asami Ryuichi the other night. Tonight was different though; he has personal reason to come and he could not be distracted with business dealings.
Surveying his surrounding, Tsubasa felt disappointment creeping up on him.
He’s not here. He doesn’t look like the kind who likes to socialize anyway. Well, maybe I should just …
“Good evening princess, may I be your prince tonight?”
“You are really pretty; it would be a waste to see you sitting here all by yourself. Don’t you think?”
Intrigued by what he heard, Tsubasa turned to the source. Apparently, three musketeers were trying to pick up Princess Rapunzel. He took a sip of his champagne and continued to observe his new found amusement. Princess Rapunzel was slouching on her stool and seemed to be in some kind of pain. Her long braid twirled loosely around her neck and half of her exposed chest. Ah..Clever! What a way to cover the Adam's apple. The 'aching back' ,on the other hand, hehe..can't hide that one! Tsubasa was having a hard time containing the bubbling laughter. The fun ended (or started) when he noticed her facial expression: either she was about to explode or strangle the oblivious trio, or both. Tsubasa laid his flute on the counter and started walking towards the knights.
“Excuse me gentlemen, I am sorry, but my mother is not feeling well. Normally she would enjoy the companions of young, handsome gentlemen like yourselves, but tonight I think it’s better to leave her alone.”
“Mother?” one of them inquired. All three faces showed confusion and doubts.
Ignoring the question, Tsubasa walked towards Princess Rapunzel, took off his cape and draped it over her. Gently, he said, “Mum, give me a few more minutes, ok? As soon as my meeting with the Prime Minister is over, I will come and get you.”
“Tsk! What kind of trick are you pulling on us? She’s too young to be your mother!”
“Oh! Thank you. You heard that Mum?” Winking at Rapunzel, he exclaimed, “She’s using our latest product.” Tsubasa pulled out a small metal container. There was a “Mayamoto” logo on it and the trio instantly recognized it.
“Want to try some?” The tone shifted a few notches lower betraying the smile that's still plastered on his face.
“No thanks, we’re not interested in old hags anyway!” one of them replied and the trio scurried away.
“Thank you,” whispered Rapunzel, as soon as the intruders were out of sight. She handed him back his cape.
“You’re welcome! Sorry about the “mother” thing, I couldn’t think of something better.” The Phantom replied, sheepishly.
Rapunzel nodded.
“Erm…I am not judging you or anything and I am not really sure if it’s even a good idea judging from what just happened, but if you are embarrassed, you might want to try using this. Just put it under you tongue.” Tsubasa held a film-like, blue square at the tip of his index finger and a controller, that’s slightly bigger in size, on his palm.
“It’s my latest toy. It can change anyone’s voice to match various age range and gender. You just have to choose the option on this mini remote control which hides really nicely in your pocket. Oh! Remember to press this once to ‘lock’ the controller unless you want to sound like an old grandmother in the middle of your conversation” The Phantom chuckled.
Rapunzel was crimson from the tip of her ears and she kept looking down. With shaky hand, she reached out and took the offered device. Following his instructions, the Princess placed the blue film under her tongue and set the remote to “Young Adult, female”.
“Thank you”
Shocked by the sweet, melodious sound of her voice, the Princess looked up.
“I am glad that you like it, Princess. Now you could at least scream for help. Well then, good night, Princess Rapunzel” The phantom bowed, took her right hand, kissed it and walked away.
Unaware of the pair of menacing glare fixed on him, Tsubasa strode towards the dance floor.
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SWEET! Oh my God, Lady Luck's finally smiling at me. This is way too easy. I even have Mayamoto’s latest invention in my hand. This thing is awesome! Just when I thought I was going to kill those 4 perverts (Asami included); now all I have to do is take some good pictures and my job is done!
Takaba’s mind was rambling in excitement. He was studying the new found toy when suddenly he felt a familiar hand on his back. Jerking at the touch, he quickly closed his palm to protect the controller. The forgotten throbbing ache instantly came back to remind him of its and his existence.
Bastard…Damn bastard…if not for this job I would have left a long time ago..
“Fifteen minutes. I left you for fifteen minutes, Akihito. ” The words were low and annoyed.
Asami picked up a flute of champagne, leaned against the counter, lit a cigarette and surveyed the room.
I can’t let him know about this… He tightened his grip, slipped his hand off the counter and pretended to adjust his bra strap while securing the controller to it.
“Didn’t you say that you’re … worn out…, slut”
“…”
The older gentleman noted his unusually silent response. Glancing to his side, Takaba saw Asami’s glass halted in mid-air; something or someone has obviously captured his attention.
“Let’s dance”
It was the most torturous thing that Asami did to him that day. Takaba winched at every move he made. After the third step, his body gave up and leaned against Asami’s shoulder for support. The older gentleman instinctively snaked his hands around his lower back and lifted some weight off him. The Princess sighed in relief.
A few minutes passed and Takaba looked up. He found Asami glaring. A rapid chill ran down his spine. Asami is going to kill someone. His instincts caused his body to shake uncontrollably. Out of curiosity, Takaba turned his head. The Phantom was standing at the edge ot the dance floor; looking straight at them.
Holly Shit! It’s Mayamoto! Fuck. This is so fuck. This bastard’s gonna kill him. He just saved my ass, I’ve to do something. Stop looking back, idiot! God, I hate rich people.
It just dawned on him that he might be the source of the upcoming calamity. In the midst of his panic, Takaba swallowed the blue film under his tongue.
Fuck. This is just fucking great. Might as well…
“Let’s go home. Asami, I want to go home.” Takaba’s sweet pleas broke his partner’s attention. The dancing stopped.
He felt Asami smirked. Next thing he knew, Asami lifted him off his feet and walked out the front door.
Title: Inevitable Outcome
Chapter: 3 (The Ball)
Disclaimer: All belong to Yamane sensei...
Comments/criticism are all welcome...^^Arigato sempais for being patient and keeping up with this
_________________________________________________________________________
He hated all forms of gatherings but tonight this elite phantom was on a mission. Before leaving the house, he kissed the black-diamond cross and made a wish. The young gentleman wanted to meet Asami Ryuuichi once more and, if luck permitted, lured him into his dungeon. Amused by his own thoughts, he let out a well-rehearsed, cynical laugh. The old butler looked at his child resigned, and handed him the white ceramic mask.
By the time Mayamoto’s youngest CEO arrived at the Ball, it was already half past 7. The place was crowded. He was grateful that no reporters were present. The Ball was held in the Prime Minister’s residence and security level was high. Surveying his surroundings, he knew that behind those colorful dresses, tuxedos, vampires, jedis, princesses and heavy make-ups were familiar faces of top Politicians, Generals, Kings, Sultans, Models and Business Executives from all over the world.
Despite all the exposures he had, Mayamoto’s eldest son still hated public appearances. If his sister was in town, he knew for a fact that he would whine and beg for her to come in his place; irregardless of who's invitating. Afterall, he has always thought of his sister as the better the communicator and business woman. Thus, it would only be natural if ‘she’ went to meet Asami Ryuichi the other night. Tonight was different though; he has personal reason to come and he could not be distracted with business dealings.
Surveying his surrounding, Tsubasa felt disappointment creeping up on him.
He’s not here. He doesn’t look like the kind who likes to socialize anyway. Well, maybe I should just …
“Good evening princess, may I be your prince tonight?”
“You are really pretty; it would be a waste to see you sitting here all by yourself. Don’t you think?”
Intrigued by what he heard, Tsubasa turned to the source. Apparently, three musketeers were trying to pick up Princess Rapunzel. He took a sip of his champagne and continued to observe his new found amusement. Princess Rapunzel was slouching on her stool and seemed to be in some kind of pain. Her long braid twirled loosely around her neck and half of her exposed chest. Ah..Clever! What a way to cover the Adam's apple. The 'aching back' ,on the other hand, hehe..can't hide that one! Tsubasa was having a hard time containing the bubbling laughter. The fun ended (or started) when he noticed her facial expression: either she was about to explode or strangle the oblivious trio, or both. Tsubasa laid his flute on the counter and started walking towards the knights.
“Excuse me gentlemen, I am sorry, but my mother is not feeling well. Normally she would enjoy the companions of young, handsome gentlemen like yourselves, but tonight I think it’s better to leave her alone.”
“Mother?” one of them inquired. All three faces showed confusion and doubts.
Ignoring the question, Tsubasa walked towards Princess Rapunzel, took off his cape and draped it over her. Gently, he said, “Mum, give me a few more minutes, ok? As soon as my meeting with the Prime Minister is over, I will come and get you.”
“Tsk! What kind of trick are you pulling on us? She’s too young to be your mother!”
“Oh! Thank you. You heard that Mum?” Winking at Rapunzel, he exclaimed, “She’s using our latest product.” Tsubasa pulled out a small metal container. There was a “Mayamoto” logo on it and the trio instantly recognized it.
“Want to try some?” The tone shifted a few notches lower betraying the smile that's still plastered on his face.
“No thanks, we’re not interested in old hags anyway!” one of them replied and the trio scurried away.
“Thank you,” whispered Rapunzel, as soon as the intruders were out of sight. She handed him back his cape.
“You’re welcome! Sorry about the “mother” thing, I couldn’t think of something better.” The Phantom replied, sheepishly.
Rapunzel nodded.
“Erm…I am not judging you or anything and I am not really sure if it’s even a good idea judging from what just happened, but if you are embarrassed, you might want to try using this. Just put it under you tongue.” Tsubasa held a film-like, blue square at the tip of his index finger and a controller, that’s slightly bigger in size, on his palm.
“It’s my latest toy. It can change anyone’s voice to match various age range and gender. You just have to choose the option on this mini remote control which hides really nicely in your pocket. Oh! Remember to press this once to ‘lock’ the controller unless you want to sound like an old grandmother in the middle of your conversation” The Phantom chuckled.
Rapunzel was crimson from the tip of her ears and she kept looking down. With shaky hand, she reached out and took the offered device. Following his instructions, the Princess placed the blue film under her tongue and set the remote to “Young Adult, female”.
“Thank you”
Shocked by the sweet, melodious sound of her voice, the Princess looked up.
“I am glad that you like it, Princess. Now you could at least scream for help. Well then, good night, Princess Rapunzel” The phantom bowed, took her right hand, kissed it and walked away.
Unaware of the pair of menacing glare fixed on him, Tsubasa strode towards the dance floor.
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SWEET! Oh my God, Lady Luck's finally smiling at me. This is way too easy. I even have Mayamoto’s latest invention in my hand. This thing is awesome! Just when I thought I was going to kill those 4 perverts (Asami included); now all I have to do is take some good pictures and my job is done!
Takaba’s mind was rambling in excitement. He was studying the new found toy when suddenly he felt a familiar hand on his back. Jerking at the touch, he quickly closed his palm to protect the controller. The forgotten throbbing ache instantly came back to remind him of its and his existence.
Bastard…Damn bastard…if not for this job I would have left a long time ago..
“Fifteen minutes. I left you for fifteen minutes, Akihito. ” The words were low and annoyed.
Asami picked up a flute of champagne, leaned against the counter, lit a cigarette and surveyed the room.
I can’t let him know about this… He tightened his grip, slipped his hand off the counter and pretended to adjust his bra strap while securing the controller to it.
“Didn’t you say that you’re … worn out…, slut”
“…”
The older gentleman noted his unusually silent response. Glancing to his side, Takaba saw Asami’s glass halted in mid-air; something or someone has obviously captured his attention.
“Let’s dance”
It was the most torturous thing that Asami did to him that day. Takaba winched at every move he made. After the third step, his body gave up and leaned against Asami’s shoulder for support. The older gentleman instinctively snaked his hands around his lower back and lifted some weight off him. The Princess sighed in relief.
A few minutes passed and Takaba looked up. He found Asami glaring. A rapid chill ran down his spine. Asami is going to kill someone. His instincts caused his body to shake uncontrollably. Out of curiosity, Takaba turned his head. The Phantom was standing at the edge ot the dance floor; looking straight at them.
Holly Shit! It’s Mayamoto! Fuck. This is so fuck. This bastard’s gonna kill him. He just saved my ass, I’ve to do something. Stop looking back, idiot! God, I hate rich people.
It just dawned on him that he might be the source of the upcoming calamity. In the midst of his panic, Takaba swallowed the blue film under his tongue.
Fuck. This is just fucking great. Might as well…
“Let’s go home. Asami, I want to go home.” Takaba’s sweet pleas broke his partner’s attention. The dancing stopped.
He felt Asami smirked. Next thing he knew, Asami lifted him off his feet and walked out the front door.