I suspect this is very OOC, but I couldn't resist...
I hope you will like it. Please let me know what you think. :)

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Warning: Strong language. Violence. No Feilong (sorry)

As raindrops fall on the window mercilessly, the distant lights of Tokyo’s midnight frenzy shine blurred into the dark room. A thin trail of smoke ( Read more... )

Time to find out who is behind Akihito's back...
I hope you enjoy this chapter!!!
I look forward to your comments! :)

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“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 ( Read more... )

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*

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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 ( Read more... )

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!

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As the black limo ( Read more... )

The pale light of winter dawn colors the spacious office with shades of sickly yellow. The rays creep deeper and deeper into the room. They soon reach the dark luster of the desk, crawl through the scattered papers, peek playfully through the empty bottle of whiskey, and finally find the large body slumbering on the leather armchair. As light ( Read more... )

Moments of torturing silence follow Asami’s words. Akihito scrutinizes the face of the man standing right in front of him, desperate for a crack on his iron mask, a hint to his well-hidden thoughts. Talk about what, Asami? His gaze wanders from the amber eyes up to the soft dark locks, then down to the luscious wet lips. In an instant, he becomes ( Read more... )

As he staggers up the stairs to his apartment, Akihito glances at the midnight sky and inhales deeply the icy cold air. He shivers and Asami’s picture ripples once again his blurry mind. A deep sigh escapes him, then a chuckle. Wouldn’t it be funny if I had fainted in front of the boss? His thoughts race back to the day he is leaving behind: the ( Read more... )

Thank you all so much for your encouraging comments!!! I hope you enjoy Part 2 just as much; please let me know what you think. It's a shorter piece (it's been a busy day) but still angsty. Apologies in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes (English is not my native tongue).

Disclaimer: I don't own Viewfinder.

His gaze wanders on the marble ( Read more... )

It has been almost six months since his last contact with Asami. As he makes his way through evening traffic, Akihito once again gets distracted by thoughts of the past. After rescuing him from Feilong, the yakuza spent two weeks with him at his luxurious house outside Ozaka. Their reunion was paradise. Endless hours of mind-blowing sex, ( Read more... )