Six Months Later - Part 8
Time to find out who is behind Akihito's back...
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I look forward to your comments! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder.
“Takaba-san?” A soft female voice caresses Akihito’s agonizing mind. When the photographer turns around, he catches two beautiful blue eyes flickering playfully at him behind long, blond locks. He immediately recognizes the model he met just a couple of nights ago at the French Embassy. “Koyama-chan!” The young woman unravels a gorgeous, pearly smile. “Good to see you again, Takaba-san. Sorry if I scared you. Are you on duty tonight as well? Am I interrupting your work?” As the adrenaline rush fades away, Akihito finds himself pleasantly gripped by the soothing aura of the person standing in front of him. “No, not at all. I am done for tonight.” He smiles warmly as he recalls their long, giggly chat the other night. “Good to see you, too.”
Half an hour later, Akihito is still standing next to the gleaming blue-eyed goddess, laughing from the bottom of his heart like a small child. His heart feels light, as if dark sorrow never touched it. Koyama-chan is so much fun! Gazing fondly at the giggling beauty, he spots the sudden blush on her perfect cheeks. “Takaba-san, I’m really enjoying this! We should hang out more.” The photographer blinks at the unexpected invitation, then lowers his eyes and nods. The model smiles at the sight of his embarrassment. “I am leaving for France tomorrow, but perhaps we can go for a drink when I come back?” Akihito nods again. “Are you going for a photo shoot?” “Yes. Actually, I am really nervous about it. I will be working with Ono-sensei.” “Really?” Akihito’s eyes rise to look directly into hers, blazing with excitement. “Ye- yes.” “Lucky! Ono-sensei is the best photographer in Japan! I LOVE his work!” The young woman jerks in surprise as the young photographer grabs her hands. “You need to tell me everything about him when you get back!” The awkward moment is soon drowned in a soft giggle. “I certainly will, Takaba-san!” She pauses for a second to admire the shining excitement of the young man. “But if you want to know more about Ono-sensei, there is someone here you should talk to.” As the pair of blue eyes start searching the room, Akihito’s heart races with anticipation. “Ah, there he is!” She points towards the grand marble stairs leading to the upper level of the hall. “You see the man with the long black hair over there? That’s Fujimoto Ren. He has worked a lot with Ono-sensei! Come, I’ll introduce you.”
Following eagerly the traces, Akihito’s eyes hunt down the man. And then freeze. Silky hair. Azure eyes. Tall, sexy body. And next to him... “Wow! I wonder who that gorgeous man standing by Fujimoto-san is. Must be his new lover. He’s HOT!” Koyama’s carefree comment burns Akihito like hot iron. Squeezed by the crowd, he stands helpless, still and silent. His heart sinks back into darkness. Asami... The young man observes his former lover from a distance, like an invisible ghost, an insignificant bystander. He watches as the man chats lively with his handsome partner, his lips curving into that alluring smirk, his amber gaze blazing with intensity, his fingers running seductively through his raven locks. No! Don’t look at him like that, bastard! Look at ME. Only me!
“Takaba-san, are you alright?” A slight nudge on his right side reminds Akihito of his surroundings. “I... I don’t feel very well, Koyama-chan. I must leave. Sorry.” Unable to hold back the scorching tears, Akihito lowers his head, turns around, and heads quickly to the exit. While he pushes his way through the happy crowd of drunken guests, he surrenders to the violent sobs that threaten to tear his body into pieces. His heart aches with jealousy and helplessness. Wild thoughts of the two men together suffocate him. He gasps for air as he finally exits the building. Damn you, Asami! I love you. I still love you. Pouring out his pain with loud sobs, the young man walks through the ice-cold air to his car.
As he searches his pockets for his keys, he feels an arm grabbing his waist violently. At once, a wet towel is pressed strongly against his face. Gasping in terror, Akihito tries to fight back. A few agonizing seconds later, he collapses unconscious in the hands of his captor.
I hope you enjoy this chapter!!!
I look forward to your comments! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Viewfinder.
“Takaba-san?” A soft female voice caresses Akihito’s agonizing mind. When the photographer turns around, he catches two beautiful blue eyes flickering playfully at him behind long, blond locks. He immediately recognizes the model he met just a couple of nights ago at the French Embassy. “Koyama-chan!” The young woman unravels a gorgeous, pearly smile. “Good to see you again, Takaba-san. Sorry if I scared you. Are you on duty tonight as well? Am I interrupting your work?” As the adrenaline rush fades away, Akihito finds himself pleasantly gripped by the soothing aura of the person standing in front of him. “No, not at all. I am done for tonight.” He smiles warmly as he recalls their long, giggly chat the other night. “Good to see you, too.”
Half an hour later, Akihito is still standing next to the gleaming blue-eyed goddess, laughing from the bottom of his heart like a small child. His heart feels light, as if dark sorrow never touched it. Koyama-chan is so much fun! Gazing fondly at the giggling beauty, he spots the sudden blush on her perfect cheeks. “Takaba-san, I’m really enjoying this! We should hang out more.” The photographer blinks at the unexpected invitation, then lowers his eyes and nods. The model smiles at the sight of his embarrassment. “I am leaving for France tomorrow, but perhaps we can go for a drink when I come back?” Akihito nods again. “Are you going for a photo shoot?” “Yes. Actually, I am really nervous about it. I will be working with Ono-sensei.” “Really?” Akihito’s eyes rise to look directly into hers, blazing with excitement. “Ye- yes.” “Lucky! Ono-sensei is the best photographer in Japan! I LOVE his work!” The young woman jerks in surprise as the young photographer grabs her hands. “You need to tell me everything about him when you get back!” The awkward moment is soon drowned in a soft giggle. “I certainly will, Takaba-san!” She pauses for a second to admire the shining excitement of the young man. “But if you want to know more about Ono-sensei, there is someone here you should talk to.” As the pair of blue eyes start searching the room, Akihito’s heart races with anticipation. “Ah, there he is!” She points towards the grand marble stairs leading to the upper level of the hall. “You see the man with the long black hair over there? That’s Fujimoto Ren. He has worked a lot with Ono-sensei! Come, I’ll introduce you.”
Following eagerly the traces, Akihito’s eyes hunt down the man. And then freeze. Silky hair. Azure eyes. Tall, sexy body. And next to him... “Wow! I wonder who that gorgeous man standing by Fujimoto-san is. Must be his new lover. He’s HOT!” Koyama’s carefree comment burns Akihito like hot iron. Squeezed by the crowd, he stands helpless, still and silent. His heart sinks back into darkness. Asami... The young man observes his former lover from a distance, like an invisible ghost, an insignificant bystander. He watches as the man chats lively with his handsome partner, his lips curving into that alluring smirk, his amber gaze blazing with intensity, his fingers running seductively through his raven locks. No! Don’t look at him like that, bastard! Look at ME. Only me!
“Takaba-san, are you alright?” A slight nudge on his right side reminds Akihito of his surroundings. “I... I don’t feel very well, Koyama-chan. I must leave. Sorry.” Unable to hold back the scorching tears, Akihito lowers his head, turns around, and heads quickly to the exit. While he pushes his way through the happy crowd of drunken guests, he surrenders to the violent sobs that threaten to tear his body into pieces. His heart aches with jealousy and helplessness. Wild thoughts of the two men together suffocate him. He gasps for air as he finally exits the building. Damn you, Asami! I love you. I still love you. Pouring out his pain with loud sobs, the young man walks through the ice-cold air to his car.
As he searches his pockets for his keys, he feels an arm grabbing his waist violently. At once, a wet towel is pressed strongly against his face. Gasping in terror, Akihito tries to fight back. A few agonizing seconds later, he collapses unconscious in the hands of his captor.