Six Months Later - Part 6
Here is another brief chapter. I had hoped to finish (!) this fanfic this weekend, but work came in the way...
I hope you like this! Comments are more than welcome, as always! :)
PS. I finally mastered the art of LJ fake cut (I think). Apologies for cluttering your Friends Pages all this time!
Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder.
As the black limo pulls over in front of the imposing building of the Ministry, Asami brings his phone discussion to an abrupt end and turns around. His cold golden eyes meet the bored azure gaze of the man sitting next to him. “Ready, Ren?” The beauty puts on his charming smile. “Always, Asami-sama.” Without further words, the two men step out of the car and walk briskly towards the heavily guarded entrance of the building. The wind is cold, yet Asami can feel the warmth of anticipation spreading on his cheeks. When they finally step into the grand reception hall of the first floor, the party is already loud and lively. Keeping his eyes fixed on the crowd, Asami wraps one arm around Ren's slender waste and takes a few steps forward. Working his way through pointless handshakes, obligatory greetings, and empty chats, Asami scans the large room for those defiant eyes that haunt his dreams every night. “He’s not here, is he?” Ren whispers in his ear. Asami turns to look at the man’s seductive expression. “Don’t look so disappointed, honey. I’m here for you.” Long fingers run through thick black hair as lips lock on lips.
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The small body on the bed jerks at the sound of the phone ringing. A couple of curses escape the young photographer’s lips as he reaches for the light switch. Damn! I had FINALLY fallen asleep! He rushes out of the bedroom and grabs his mobile from the coffee table. “Hello?” The voice on the other end sounds stressed and exhausted. “Hello, Takaba-san. This is Kawamura. Sorry to disturb you on your day off.” Akihito yawns. “What’s wrong, Kawamura-san? Aren’t you covering an event today?” The response comes with a hint of despair. “That’s what I’m calling you about. I should’ve been at the Ministry of Defense about an hour ago, but I had a car accident on my way there. I’m at the hospital.” The voice pauses to let Akihito absorb the facts “Are you alright?” The other man sighs “I broke my right arm, Takaba-san. Even if I headed to the Ministry now, I wouldn’t be able to shoot anyway.” Akihito looks at his watch and heads quickly to the bathroom. “No worries, Kawamura-san. I’ll take over. Just make sure the guards will let me pass. And take good care of yourself.” At the other end, the man is clearly relieved. “Thank you very much, Takaba-san. I owe you.”
Phone tossed aside, Akihito hurries to get ready. Although his day-off has come to an unexpected end, he is rather relieved to be forced into action. Asami’s visit last night left him drained and depressed. He spent the night obsessing about the yakuza’s cruel words and erratic behavior, cursing and crying and worrying, all at once. The thought of Asami making love to that model hurt like a nail in his heart; the sound of that sexy voice calling his name sent him to heaven; the sudden retreat left him puzzled. By dawn the young man resolved that he would never understand his former lover. He took the day off and made elaborate plans to celebrate his decision to put Asami behind once and for all. Somehow, however, he never made it out of his apartment. He just lay on his bed staring at the ceiling with empty eyes for hours, occasionally touching himself at the thought of the yakuza’s tight embrace... Geez, ties are such a hassle! The reflection on the mirror betrays the young man’s exhaustion. Shit! My eyes are still red and swollen. Damn you, Asami! A sudden thought sends shivers down his spine: What if he’s there? Akihito stays still for a second, then stares hard into his own reflection. He doesn’t own me. He doesn’t control me. He means nothing to me. I will face him and move on. Lips pressed tight with determination, Akihito grabs his camera with one hand and heads off.
I hope you like this! Comments are more than welcome, as always! :)
PS. I finally mastered the art of LJ fake cut (I think). Apologies for cluttering your Friends Pages all this time!
Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder.
As the black limo pulls over in front of the imposing building of the Ministry, Asami brings his phone discussion to an abrupt end and turns around. His cold golden eyes meet the bored azure gaze of the man sitting next to him. “Ready, Ren?” The beauty puts on his charming smile. “Always, Asami-sama.” Without further words, the two men step out of the car and walk briskly towards the heavily guarded entrance of the building. The wind is cold, yet Asami can feel the warmth of anticipation spreading on his cheeks. When they finally step into the grand reception hall of the first floor, the party is already loud and lively. Keeping his eyes fixed on the crowd, Asami wraps one arm around Ren's slender waste and takes a few steps forward. Working his way through pointless handshakes, obligatory greetings, and empty chats, Asami scans the large room for those defiant eyes that haunt his dreams every night. “He’s not here, is he?” Ren whispers in his ear. Asami turns to look at the man’s seductive expression. “Don’t look so disappointed, honey. I’m here for you.” Long fingers run through thick black hair as lips lock on lips.
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The small body on the bed jerks at the sound of the phone ringing. A couple of curses escape the young photographer’s lips as he reaches for the light switch. Damn! I had FINALLY fallen asleep! He rushes out of the bedroom and grabs his mobile from the coffee table. “Hello?” The voice on the other end sounds stressed and exhausted. “Hello, Takaba-san. This is Kawamura. Sorry to disturb you on your day off.” Akihito yawns. “What’s wrong, Kawamura-san? Aren’t you covering an event today?” The response comes with a hint of despair. “That’s what I’m calling you about. I should’ve been at the Ministry of Defense about an hour ago, but I had a car accident on my way there. I’m at the hospital.” The voice pauses to let Akihito absorb the facts “Are you alright?” The other man sighs “I broke my right arm, Takaba-san. Even if I headed to the Ministry now, I wouldn’t be able to shoot anyway.” Akihito looks at his watch and heads quickly to the bathroom. “No worries, Kawamura-san. I’ll take over. Just make sure the guards will let me pass. And take good care of yourself.” At the other end, the man is clearly relieved. “Thank you very much, Takaba-san. I owe you.”
Phone tossed aside, Akihito hurries to get ready. Although his day-off has come to an unexpected end, he is rather relieved to be forced into action. Asami’s visit last night left him drained and depressed. He spent the night obsessing about the yakuza’s cruel words and erratic behavior, cursing and crying and worrying, all at once. The thought of Asami making love to that model hurt like a nail in his heart; the sound of that sexy voice calling his name sent him to heaven; the sudden retreat left him puzzled. By dawn the young man resolved that he would never understand his former lover. He took the day off and made elaborate plans to celebrate his decision to put Asami behind once and for all. Somehow, however, he never made it out of his apartment. He just lay on his bed staring at the ceiling with empty eyes for hours, occasionally touching himself at the thought of the yakuza’s tight embrace... Geez, ties are such a hassle! The reflection on the mirror betrays the young man’s exhaustion. Shit! My eyes are still red and swollen. Damn you, Asami! A sudden thought sends shivers down his spine: What if he’s there? Akihito stays still for a second, then stares hard into his own reflection. He doesn’t own me. He doesn’t control me. He means nothing to me. I will face him and move on. Lips pressed tight with determination, Akihito grabs his camera with one hand and heads off.