Six Months Later - Part 7
Damn! This is short too... Sorry, I'm too tired to write more. But I'll try to update very soon.
Comments always welcome, of course! :)
PS. This is for yosu2 *hugs*
Disclaimer: I don't own Viewfinder
From the vestibule Akihito can hear a tide of lively chats and loud laughters, certain signs that the party has been going on for a while. The young photographer prepares his camera diligently, straightens his suit, and slips into the crowded hall. The air smells like champagne and expensive perfume. Feeling his heartbeat pick up speed with excitement, the young photographer starts surveying the room for famous faces and flattering angles. He spots a dozen of Japan’s most powerful politicians, quite a few diplomats, some of Tokyo’s most successful businessmen, and several military officers. The slight yet evident inebriation of this elite crowd makes Akihito smile like a naughty little boy. I wonder what they’ll think when they see their drunk faces on the front page tomorrow. Bringing the camera in front of his eyes, the young man starts shooting and soon loses himself in his quest for the best angle, the right light, the perfect expression.
Little by little, his viewfinder greets the guests and captures their joy. Having already filled three films with faces of the significant and the famous, Akihito turns his camera towards the darker part of the hall on his left. Not enough light. He makes the necessary adjustments to meet the challenge, smiles to himself for this mini triumph, then raises his camera to his eyes again. But his fingers freeze before they press the button. It’s him.
Akihito can hear his heartbeat pound against his temples as he observes dumbstruck the beauty of the man captured by his viewfinder. Tall and slender, his body speaks of seduction. Long hair shining like silk. Sensuous lips curved with charm. And a pair of gleaming sapphire gems. It’s the man in the picture. Asami’s new... Jealousy and fear strike the young man with one blow. Does this mean he’s here too? Freed from the narrow focus of the camera, Akihito’s eyes now race through the room once again searching desperately, but Asami’s imposing figure is nowhere to be found. Maybe that man came alone. Akihito can taste the bitter mix of disappointment and relief on his tongue. Maybe they broke up. The young man hates himself for that thought. Why would Asami leave him? He’s gorgeous. As hot tears threaten to run down his flushed cheeks, Akihito lowers his head and slowly puts the cap on the lens. I’ve got all the pictures I need. Time to go home. The thought of curling up in his soft bed sends a wave of calming warmth through his body.
The feel of a hand pressing against his back suddenly shreds Takaba’s newly-found peace into pieces. His startled body jerks and his heart leaps in a crazy dance.
Comments always welcome, of course! :)
PS. This is for yosu2 *hugs*
Disclaimer: I don't own Viewfinder
From the vestibule Akihito can hear a tide of lively chats and loud laughters, certain signs that the party has been going on for a while. The young photographer prepares his camera diligently, straightens his suit, and slips into the crowded hall. The air smells like champagne and expensive perfume. Feeling his heartbeat pick up speed with excitement, the young photographer starts surveying the room for famous faces and flattering angles. He spots a dozen of Japan’s most powerful politicians, quite a few diplomats, some of Tokyo’s most successful businessmen, and several military officers. The slight yet evident inebriation of this elite crowd makes Akihito smile like a naughty little boy. I wonder what they’ll think when they see their drunk faces on the front page tomorrow. Bringing the camera in front of his eyes, the young man starts shooting and soon loses himself in his quest for the best angle, the right light, the perfect expression.
Little by little, his viewfinder greets the guests and captures their joy. Having already filled three films with faces of the significant and the famous, Akihito turns his camera towards the darker part of the hall on his left. Not enough light. He makes the necessary adjustments to meet the challenge, smiles to himself for this mini triumph, then raises his camera to his eyes again. But his fingers freeze before they press the button. It’s him.
Akihito can hear his heartbeat pound against his temples as he observes dumbstruck the beauty of the man captured by his viewfinder. Tall and slender, his body speaks of seduction. Long hair shining like silk. Sensuous lips curved with charm. And a pair of gleaming sapphire gems. It’s the man in the picture. Asami’s new... Jealousy and fear strike the young man with one blow. Does this mean he’s here too? Freed from the narrow focus of the camera, Akihito’s eyes now race through the room once again searching desperately, but Asami’s imposing figure is nowhere to be found. Maybe that man came alone. Akihito can taste the bitter mix of disappointment and relief on his tongue. Maybe they broke up. The young man hates himself for that thought. Why would Asami leave him? He’s gorgeous. As hot tears threaten to run down his flushed cheeks, Akihito lowers his head and slowly puts the cap on the lens. I’ve got all the pictures I need. Time to go home. The thought of curling up in his soft bed sends a wave of calming warmth through his body.
The feel of a hand pressing against his back suddenly shreds Takaba’s newly-found peace into pieces. His startled body jerks and his heart leaps in a crazy dance.