[Fanfic] Get backers - Tainted (Akabane/Ginji)
Title: Tainted
Author: Nataku
E-mail: kokuneko7@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Challenge: White Day
Series: Get Backers
Pairing: Akabane/Ginji
Disclaimer: I do not own Get Backers…nor will I ever sadly enough
Author’s Note: Listening to too much Godsmack @_@ Wagh! For some odd reason I think their eerier songs suit Akabane VERY well (Serenity, Voodoo) I guess you could call this a sequel some sorts for “That Type of Man”, a fic from Ginji’s POV ^^ I did write this thanks to the urging of reviewers who wanted to see the relationship from Akabane’s eyes. Plus with Temp Morte’s new challenge…what a perfect opportunity! So sad…I couldn’t meet the challenge ;_; This fic got off to a slow start and as I was writing it came slowly…upset me. I went far over time…so it’s just using White Day *so ashamed*
First Challenge: White Day!
It’s a month after Valentine’s and that means it’s White Day. And since we are a Japanese-culture oriented comm, let’s focus on it!
Your challenge is to write a White Day fic.
Since many of us write yaoi, you can have one or both parties give a White Day gift. Or for the het fans, have the guy give the girl something back AFTER receiving a V-day gift. White Day is about the return of an obligation, so people can also focus on having a favor returned if you don’t want to deal with the holiday itself.
Catch? Include something white that is not chocolate or the present itself. The more white images, the better.
I’ve noticed a lot of people are using most of the time, so this time I’m going to be nice and say... you have 2 hours.
Start: 7:32 no ;_; took too long…
An editorial note, please note that the double dashes (--) are (-) and are supposed to be an abrupt insertion ^^ not quite trail offs…but serving similar purposes as the “…”
The “~” indicate a transition. The introduction is a view of the present day Akabane while the next section is a flashback, then back to present, then to flashback and so on.
Tainted
I think it’s fascinating--honestly these customs people have. There is a curious sense of amusement seeing the breathing mass of humanity in this city moving about in a hazed cloud of euphoria, pristine and joyous.
Indeed it’s pristine, seeing the blushing and shy boys, insecurely handing dainty little gifts to equally flustered girls. It’s endearing--almost. It’s white and clean, pure in a sense that was almost confusing, this tender little ritual of Shinjuku. I rather enjoyed sitting on the cold bench and smiling as pairs of uniformed figures walked by, hand in hand with soft sighs upon tender lips. Their blood rose to the surface of their skin, pulsing gently to the rapid beating of their hearts as it colored them a delicate pink.
It was lovely, really.
Chocolate and roses and teddy bears, it was a saccharine soaked holiday if I ever saw one and despite all the years I have stood witness to it, White Day still fascinated me in that odd way.
Yet, I didn’t belong to White Day, did I?
There was something too clean about it that seemed off for myself. Those smiling faces and awkwardly stammered words seemed to me alien. I couldn’t imagine myself with the rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, crowing with delight at a small stuffed bear of plush and cotton. I couldn’t see myself shuffling with embarrassment as I handed a carefully wrapped box to my significant other, looking at the ground shyly before slowly sliding my gaze up to meet her eyes, hoping to see rapture upon soft lips. Those emotions were too white for me--so bright that I have to lower the brim of my hat and slit my eyes against the vibrancy of the feeling.
The white was too warm, tinged pink at times, yellow at others. It was the type of white that burned me, a tainted white in all the right ways.
White was supposed to be sterile.
It was supposed to be cold and sharp, glinting in sunlight and instead of merging with the deep reds to make a rosy pink, the thick crimson had to slide off like water droplets. White was supposed to be clean and neat, but hard and unyielding; instead making tender peach and cream and ivory open to it like a blossoming flower to show it’s red petals.
So why was White Day called that?
Its white was soft and warm, merged with the tender rosy color of blushing cheeks and the powdered pink of candy hearts. There were greens and reds from heavy roses and thick rich browns of chocolate--black to white and back again. It was a white that was tainted with shiny gold ribbons and vibrant wrapping paper of every shade. It was a white tainted by the blue of fukus and uniforms and every shade of red imaginable.
Who ever would have thought such a pure holiday could have so much red in it? It was thrilling and seething at the same time in such a curious way. I have to admit, I was always partial to the color. It stirred something inside of me that rose from my bowels to a pleasant warmth--and I could feel a delicate pulse through my veins from the blades begging to sing from my flesh. It was hard to ignore such a wonderful feeling but one had to remember etiquette. After all, it wasn’t charming to splatter blood all over fresh new love birds that would no bout be broken apart before the next White Day rolls around.
Speaking of charm--I had to admit that I couldn’t help but to have indulged myself in the silly tradition.
There was no denying it when the Raitei had stopped too long to look into a glass pane at the display of stuffed toys sitting like an assembly of brightly colored witnesses to his wide, child-like brown eyes and innocent want. He should have been white, not my white, but the white of White Day--tainted in all the right ways.
~
“Did you want it, Ginji-kun?”
“Want what, A-Akabane-san?”
His nervousness was charming, really. Everything about him was intoxicatingly charming--even more so because he had no clue just how charming he was. There was nothing like that blind naivety to draw me like a lantern. It was in the way he stood-legs splayed slightly as if ready for flight though anchored enough to not be rude and jitter, the way he looked-eyes wide and fearful but pretending they weren’t, the way he stammered-ever sweet and polite despite his terror, but most of all it was in the way his heart thudded feverishly in his chest--as if it were going to tear through his rib cage and fling itself to the asphalt at my feet.
I’ve tasted his blood before and I have to say I wouldn’t say no to do so again.
“That teddy bear…you’ve been eyeing it for a while now.”
I watched him from the shadows of my hat, taking in how his thigh muscles tensed under his shorts, then forcefully relaxed. It was mesmerizing when his tongue flicked out to wet his lips--and I found the pink utterly fascinating, like White Day.
“It is rather cute, Akabane-san...” He smiled for a moment, eyes wistful “…and looks so soft. But I don’t have any money for it. I still need to get Natsumi-chan and Hevn-san some candies. Ban-chan’ll kill me if I don’t hurry!”
He was so cute when he was scared of me and cute when he forgot I was there and babbled on in his usual careless manner. It was enjoyable smiling at him and listening to him ramble, ticking off things to do and then anxiously check his pocket for what little money him and his partner managed to scrounge together.
They were admirable retrieval agents, but truth be told, the two of them were pitiful with money.
“WAGHH!!! Akabane-san, look! It’s on sale!”
My eyes had to follow him when he bolted into the store--there was no way for them to not. Just like how his flashing blonde hair caught my attention down the street, it demanded my gaze to follow as the green of his oversized vest fluttered into the air-conditioned interior of the store.
“Ten, twenty, thirty…”
It was endearing how worriedly he counted out the money, looking at the chocolates longingly, hoping and praying he had just enough to buy them.
“Forty.”
It was amusing seeing his wide brown eyes as my own hand slipped down the last yen he needed, a mixture of gratitude and the ever-present fear fighting for position upon his face. It was endearing, really. He eagerly gathered together his chocolates, cheeks tinted rosy in joy as he cheered and hopped up and down from foot to foot with excitement, a faint--barely noticeable crackle of static rose over his skin.
The delicate scent of ozone and taste of his energy sent my blood seething and a pleasant tingle flooding through my veins, pooling down somewhere low in the bowels to coil toward my groin. It was pleasant and aching at the same time--this insatiable lust for the Raitei. I could taste his electricity so close yet unable to truly feel it flooding through my body. But it was an experience to wait for another time, for it was not the opportune moment for such acts. One had to be careful and wise when dealing with flighty prey.
You never knew when he would go running off.
“Thank you, Akabane-san…you were a real life savor!” he really was too cute with his big smile and ruffled blond spikes.
“It was my pleasure, Ginji-kun…please, don’t hesitate to ask if you ever need another favor. I’d be more than willing to help you with any…problems you might have…as long as they don’t interfere with my personal amusement.” He was even cuter shying away from me as I stepped closer to him--close enough to feel the electricity that pulsed through him just caress my skin with his body warmth, heady and pleasant. I stood, almost touching, and lifted a hand to trace the air over his cheek delicately as a portion of my mind wistfully fantasized about what it would be like to cut just a tiny bit into that tanned skin.
“UWAAGGHH!!!”
I barely blinked at the flash of blonde and green as the warm flesh that was beneath my hand just a second ago was replaced with a puff of white smoke.
“Oya oya, Ginji-kun. That’s not very nice.”
I had to chuckle as I touched the brim of my hat, pulling it lower as I made to leave the store, then paused for a moment and looked at that teddy bear, staring innocuously out the window. It was a silly thing really--for a ridiculous tradition. Honestly, it was nothing more than a bundle of fluff and cotton with plastic eyes and a ribbon--admittedly, a rather soft bundle. I looked down at the thing and turned it over in my hand.
“Pardon me, miss, but how much is this?”
~
I’ve said it before; Ginji-kun really was an adorable person. His somewhat unpolished charm was something irresistible, warm and glowing with more than the electricity that flowed through him like blood. His soft golden hair stuck up without the aid of foul smelling hair gels and he had large brown eyes that one could stare into and peer down at the depths of his mind to the crying little boy in them that never really went away as the cold anger of the Raitei stood before him.
His scent was always somewhat fascinating to me; musky with the earthy scent of one that ran around under the sun--fresh and alive without the chemicals of cologne to cover the smell of sweat and dust. Not that he was dirty, no, it wasn’t the thick and putrid scent of sweat that some carried around with them, but rather something clean that made him seem more real, unpainted and pure.
Untainted.
I like sitting here on the bench and looking as White Day happens around me, alive and well I suppose I can say. There’s a pleasantly pastoral pleasure in watching the love struck couples stroll by as the blossoms in the shivering cherry trees flutter down in a pink and white rain.
The day is cold, the wind making eyes water now and then but still a perfect day in it’s own right. The cold makes hot chocolate possible, white marshmallows melting in the liquid as cautious lips touch the rim of the cup to sip. The cold makes it possible for a boy to put his arm around the object of his affection and warm her against the chill that nips at cheeks until they become a rosy pink, if they weren’t already with the lusty haze of blind infatuation.
Ginji-kun enjoyed the holiday immensely--I could tell.
It was easy to see with his child-like behavior just why he would blush in joy and laugh, running around to eagerly scrape together enough to get a gift for his friends. Not just the girls, no, but to all of them. He loved them with a devotion that was unreal, impossible to come from one who ruled the Infinite Castle. Even I who was not raised there could see the slow decay that it caused to all who lived within its electric walls of data and cyber space.
Oh how the Raitei adored his Disciples. Even the snake of Eden he loved with all of his heart. There was a nimbus about him as he hugged them all with pure adoration; eyes alight and the sound of his joy resonating like a rung bell.
He needed but a simple excuse to shower even more affection upon his friends, to add something material to the emotional gift that he bestowed upon them.
I always watched it from the outside.
The sakura petals were lovely as they danced down from the trees. They floated across the sky, spiraling and fluttering as I stood up and plucked a dainty pink petal off my shoulder, pausing to admire the lovely thing. My linen clad hand was a sterile contrast to the hue of the flower, white fingers opening to let it drift away.
Every step I took was like Moses parting the Red Sea, slipping through the star struck lovers without a ripple to show my wake. A hand lifted to touch the brim of my hat, lowering it over my eyes as they slit shut; I could feel my lips curving to a smile.
Why not?
It was a beautiful day--a good day for smiling at the setting sun that painted the sky red with a torch that set it ablaze.
A good day indeed.
~
Author: Nataku
E-mail: kokuneko7@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Challenge: White Day
Series: Get Backers
Pairing: Akabane/Ginji
Disclaimer: I do not own Get Backers…nor will I ever sadly enough
Author’s Note: Listening to too much Godsmack @_@ Wagh! For some odd reason I think their eerier songs suit Akabane VERY well (Serenity, Voodoo) I guess you could call this a sequel some sorts for “That Type of Man”, a fic from Ginji’s POV ^^ I did write this thanks to the urging of reviewers who wanted to see the relationship from Akabane’s eyes. Plus with Temp Morte’s new challenge…what a perfect opportunity! So sad…I couldn’t meet the challenge ;_; This fic got off to a slow start and as I was writing it came slowly…upset me. I went far over time…so it’s just using White Day *so ashamed*
First Challenge: White Day!
It’s a month after Valentine’s and that means it’s White Day. And since we are a Japanese-culture oriented comm, let’s focus on it!
Your challenge is to write a White Day fic.
Since many of us write yaoi, you can have one or both parties give a White Day gift. Or for the het fans, have the guy give the girl something back AFTER receiving a V-day gift. White Day is about the return of an obligation, so people can also focus on having a favor returned if you don’t want to deal with the holiday itself.
Catch? Include something white that is not chocolate or the present itself. The more white images, the better.
I’ve noticed a lot of people are using most of the time, so this time I’m going to be nice and say... you have 2 hours.
Start: 7:32 no ;_; took too long…
An editorial note, please note that the double dashes (--) are (-) and are supposed to be an abrupt insertion ^^ not quite trail offs…but serving similar purposes as the “…”
The “~” indicate a transition. The introduction is a view of the present day Akabane while the next section is a flashback, then back to present, then to flashback and so on.
Tainted
I think it’s fascinating--honestly these customs people have. There is a curious sense of amusement seeing the breathing mass of humanity in this city moving about in a hazed cloud of euphoria, pristine and joyous.
Indeed it’s pristine, seeing the blushing and shy boys, insecurely handing dainty little gifts to equally flustered girls. It’s endearing--almost. It’s white and clean, pure in a sense that was almost confusing, this tender little ritual of Shinjuku. I rather enjoyed sitting on the cold bench and smiling as pairs of uniformed figures walked by, hand in hand with soft sighs upon tender lips. Their blood rose to the surface of their skin, pulsing gently to the rapid beating of their hearts as it colored them a delicate pink.
It was lovely, really.
Chocolate and roses and teddy bears, it was a saccharine soaked holiday if I ever saw one and despite all the years I have stood witness to it, White Day still fascinated me in that odd way.
Yet, I didn’t belong to White Day, did I?
There was something too clean about it that seemed off for myself. Those smiling faces and awkwardly stammered words seemed to me alien. I couldn’t imagine myself with the rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, crowing with delight at a small stuffed bear of plush and cotton. I couldn’t see myself shuffling with embarrassment as I handed a carefully wrapped box to my significant other, looking at the ground shyly before slowly sliding my gaze up to meet her eyes, hoping to see rapture upon soft lips. Those emotions were too white for me--so bright that I have to lower the brim of my hat and slit my eyes against the vibrancy of the feeling.
The white was too warm, tinged pink at times, yellow at others. It was the type of white that burned me, a tainted white in all the right ways.
White was supposed to be sterile.
It was supposed to be cold and sharp, glinting in sunlight and instead of merging with the deep reds to make a rosy pink, the thick crimson had to slide off like water droplets. White was supposed to be clean and neat, but hard and unyielding; instead making tender peach and cream and ivory open to it like a blossoming flower to show it’s red petals.
So why was White Day called that?
Its white was soft and warm, merged with the tender rosy color of blushing cheeks and the powdered pink of candy hearts. There were greens and reds from heavy roses and thick rich browns of chocolate--black to white and back again. It was a white that was tainted with shiny gold ribbons and vibrant wrapping paper of every shade. It was a white tainted by the blue of fukus and uniforms and every shade of red imaginable.
Who ever would have thought such a pure holiday could have so much red in it? It was thrilling and seething at the same time in such a curious way. I have to admit, I was always partial to the color. It stirred something inside of me that rose from my bowels to a pleasant warmth--and I could feel a delicate pulse through my veins from the blades begging to sing from my flesh. It was hard to ignore such a wonderful feeling but one had to remember etiquette. After all, it wasn’t charming to splatter blood all over fresh new love birds that would no bout be broken apart before the next White Day rolls around.
Speaking of charm--I had to admit that I couldn’t help but to have indulged myself in the silly tradition.
There was no denying it when the Raitei had stopped too long to look into a glass pane at the display of stuffed toys sitting like an assembly of brightly colored witnesses to his wide, child-like brown eyes and innocent want. He should have been white, not my white, but the white of White Day--tainted in all the right ways.
~
“Did you want it, Ginji-kun?”
“Want what, A-Akabane-san?”
His nervousness was charming, really. Everything about him was intoxicatingly charming--even more so because he had no clue just how charming he was. There was nothing like that blind naivety to draw me like a lantern. It was in the way he stood-legs splayed slightly as if ready for flight though anchored enough to not be rude and jitter, the way he looked-eyes wide and fearful but pretending they weren’t, the way he stammered-ever sweet and polite despite his terror, but most of all it was in the way his heart thudded feverishly in his chest--as if it were going to tear through his rib cage and fling itself to the asphalt at my feet.
I’ve tasted his blood before and I have to say I wouldn’t say no to do so again.
“That teddy bear…you’ve been eyeing it for a while now.”
I watched him from the shadows of my hat, taking in how his thigh muscles tensed under his shorts, then forcefully relaxed. It was mesmerizing when his tongue flicked out to wet his lips--and I found the pink utterly fascinating, like White Day.
“It is rather cute, Akabane-san...” He smiled for a moment, eyes wistful “…and looks so soft. But I don’t have any money for it. I still need to get Natsumi-chan and Hevn-san some candies. Ban-chan’ll kill me if I don’t hurry!”
He was so cute when he was scared of me and cute when he forgot I was there and babbled on in his usual careless manner. It was enjoyable smiling at him and listening to him ramble, ticking off things to do and then anxiously check his pocket for what little money him and his partner managed to scrounge together.
They were admirable retrieval agents, but truth be told, the two of them were pitiful with money.
“WAGHH!!! Akabane-san, look! It’s on sale!”
My eyes had to follow him when he bolted into the store--there was no way for them to not. Just like how his flashing blonde hair caught my attention down the street, it demanded my gaze to follow as the green of his oversized vest fluttered into the air-conditioned interior of the store.
“Ten, twenty, thirty…”
It was endearing how worriedly he counted out the money, looking at the chocolates longingly, hoping and praying he had just enough to buy them.
“Forty.”
It was amusing seeing his wide brown eyes as my own hand slipped down the last yen he needed, a mixture of gratitude and the ever-present fear fighting for position upon his face. It was endearing, really. He eagerly gathered together his chocolates, cheeks tinted rosy in joy as he cheered and hopped up and down from foot to foot with excitement, a faint--barely noticeable crackle of static rose over his skin.
The delicate scent of ozone and taste of his energy sent my blood seething and a pleasant tingle flooding through my veins, pooling down somewhere low in the bowels to coil toward my groin. It was pleasant and aching at the same time--this insatiable lust for the Raitei. I could taste his electricity so close yet unable to truly feel it flooding through my body. But it was an experience to wait for another time, for it was not the opportune moment for such acts. One had to be careful and wise when dealing with flighty prey.
You never knew when he would go running off.
“Thank you, Akabane-san…you were a real life savor!” he really was too cute with his big smile and ruffled blond spikes.
“It was my pleasure, Ginji-kun…please, don’t hesitate to ask if you ever need another favor. I’d be more than willing to help you with any…problems you might have…as long as they don’t interfere with my personal amusement.” He was even cuter shying away from me as I stepped closer to him--close enough to feel the electricity that pulsed through him just caress my skin with his body warmth, heady and pleasant. I stood, almost touching, and lifted a hand to trace the air over his cheek delicately as a portion of my mind wistfully fantasized about what it would be like to cut just a tiny bit into that tanned skin.
“UWAAGGHH!!!”
I barely blinked at the flash of blonde and green as the warm flesh that was beneath my hand just a second ago was replaced with a puff of white smoke.
“Oya oya, Ginji-kun. That’s not very nice.”
I had to chuckle as I touched the brim of my hat, pulling it lower as I made to leave the store, then paused for a moment and looked at that teddy bear, staring innocuously out the window. It was a silly thing really--for a ridiculous tradition. Honestly, it was nothing more than a bundle of fluff and cotton with plastic eyes and a ribbon--admittedly, a rather soft bundle. I looked down at the thing and turned it over in my hand.
“Pardon me, miss, but how much is this?”
~
I’ve said it before; Ginji-kun really was an adorable person. His somewhat unpolished charm was something irresistible, warm and glowing with more than the electricity that flowed through him like blood. His soft golden hair stuck up without the aid of foul smelling hair gels and he had large brown eyes that one could stare into and peer down at the depths of his mind to the crying little boy in them that never really went away as the cold anger of the Raitei stood before him.
His scent was always somewhat fascinating to me; musky with the earthy scent of one that ran around under the sun--fresh and alive without the chemicals of cologne to cover the smell of sweat and dust. Not that he was dirty, no, it wasn’t the thick and putrid scent of sweat that some carried around with them, but rather something clean that made him seem more real, unpainted and pure.
Untainted.
I like sitting here on the bench and looking as White Day happens around me, alive and well I suppose I can say. There’s a pleasantly pastoral pleasure in watching the love struck couples stroll by as the blossoms in the shivering cherry trees flutter down in a pink and white rain.
The day is cold, the wind making eyes water now and then but still a perfect day in it’s own right. The cold makes hot chocolate possible, white marshmallows melting in the liquid as cautious lips touch the rim of the cup to sip. The cold makes it possible for a boy to put his arm around the object of his affection and warm her against the chill that nips at cheeks until they become a rosy pink, if they weren’t already with the lusty haze of blind infatuation.
Ginji-kun enjoyed the holiday immensely--I could tell.
It was easy to see with his child-like behavior just why he would blush in joy and laugh, running around to eagerly scrape together enough to get a gift for his friends. Not just the girls, no, but to all of them. He loved them with a devotion that was unreal, impossible to come from one who ruled the Infinite Castle. Even I who was not raised there could see the slow decay that it caused to all who lived within its electric walls of data and cyber space.
Oh how the Raitei adored his Disciples. Even the snake of Eden he loved with all of his heart. There was a nimbus about him as he hugged them all with pure adoration; eyes alight and the sound of his joy resonating like a rung bell.
He needed but a simple excuse to shower even more affection upon his friends, to add something material to the emotional gift that he bestowed upon them.
I always watched it from the outside.
The sakura petals were lovely as they danced down from the trees. They floated across the sky, spiraling and fluttering as I stood up and plucked a dainty pink petal off my shoulder, pausing to admire the lovely thing. My linen clad hand was a sterile contrast to the hue of the flower, white fingers opening to let it drift away.
Every step I took was like Moses parting the Red Sea, slipping through the star struck lovers without a ripple to show my wake. A hand lifted to touch the brim of my hat, lowering it over my eyes as they slit shut; I could feel my lips curving to a smile.
Why not?
It was a beautiful day--a good day for smiling at the setting sun that painted the sky red with a torch that set it ablaze.
A good day indeed.
~