PoT: Meet the Yukimuras 2: Charity Ball (Yukimura/Mizuki)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor, Sappity Sap Sap
Summary: Crack family dramedy starring Yukimura-papa, Mizuki-mama, Akaya-brat, Jackal the nanny, Sanada the maid, and Yuuta the pool boy. Now with Atobe the ex.
The basic makeup of the Yukimura family came several years ago from mithas (who had a chart showing the Yuki-Zuki-Aka-Jackal relationship)... and I want to say luminata cast Sanada as maid but I can't say for sure. I'm just taking the idea and running with it.
Realization: I can't write Rikkai for shit. I don't think I've made them ragingly OOC for a crack fic, but they're nowhere near IC either. Ah~ well~ *turns attention back to other schools*
← Go Back to Chapter 1: Hired Help
Chapter 2: Charity Ball
Every year around Christmas time, one of the major corporations hosted a charity ball to raise funds for a worthy cause.
It was now Rikkai's turn and Yukimura came up with a brilliant idea guaranteed to smash all previous donation records. All he needed was a little cooperation from his better half.
He waited until Mizuki had been served his morning coffee and worked out the morning grumps before broaching the subject.
"No," Mizuki said with finality, flipping to the travel section of the newspaper. A trip to the Bahamas to escape the cold sounded like heaven.
"But Hajime dear, think of the children." Wheedling was more Mizuki's style, but Yukimura wasn't above using any tactic that would give him the win. Coupled with his patented sweet worship-me-or-go-commit-seppuku expression, anyone else would have fallen victim and given in.
"I don't give a damn about the children," Mizuki groused, kicking at Akaya who was playing under the table with his toy luxury cars. Akaya liked to use Mizuki's slippered feet and pajama pants as a roadway, running his cars over them with gleeful "vroom vroom!"s and "skkkrrrrch!" as he made things collide.
"Please don't make me beg in front of the help, Hajime." Yukimura didn't sound at all put out.
Mizuki glanced sideways at Sanada, standing there like a stupid wall in his stupid French maid uniform with his stupid cap. He scowled. Not only was the cap back, bunny ears perkier than ever, it had undergone another alteration: strips of lace that were tied into a bow beneath the chin, securing the cap into place. Sanada wasn't taking any chances having it swiped again.
Mizuki stabbed his grapefruit with his fruit spoon. "What if I end up with someone fat and ugly?" he said sulkily.
Yukimura confiscated the spoon and laid it back on the table. He took one of Mizuki's hand and caressed Mizuki's cheek lovingly before coming in for a kiss.
"Oh Hajime. Of course I'll be the winning bidder. Did you have any doubts?" he rebuked gently.
"Well..." Mizuki hesitated. "For the children, you said?"
Yukimura smiled and went in for the kill. "Not any children. Orphans."
Mizuki gave his consent, a tiny little nod. "You better prepare for a bidding war. I'm highly in demand, you know."
Sanada just stood there and watched the heartwarming scene. Creepy.
-----
The Yukimuras were dressed to impress as they swept into the room. The curly-haired trio paused and posed for the publicity pictures before Akaya scampered off to find other boys his age. Jackal, his nanny, trudged after him. He had been given strict instructions: no biting, no fighting, and definitely no arson.
Yukimura's second-in-command, the CFO of Rikkai Corporation, soon joined the couple. "Mizuki-san, you look lovely as always," Yanagi complimented.
"Thank you." Mizuki gazed around and nodded in satisfaction to see the elite of the elites had gathered. "You've done a wonderful job organizing this event."
"It was mostly Seiichi," Yanagi demurred modestly. He touched Yukimura's elbow and leaned in to whisper.
Yukimura nodded as he listened, then pulled back. "Would you be alright if I left to attend to a few details?"
"I'll be fine mingling," Mizuki said dismissively, waving them away. He watched them go, and decided it was time high time for a drink.
"Dom Perignon?" A very familiar baritone said smoothly, placing a glass in his hand.
Mizuki took a sip. "Nfu. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to get me drunk."
"Some of our best times together, we were sloshed out of our minds."
"Ah, but I was young and stupid then."
"You were captivating then, as you are now," Atobe smiled winningly and held out his hand. "Shall we dance?"
Mizuki stalled by draining the rest of his drink. "I don't know," he hedged. "Seiichi--"
Atobe put a hand over his chest theatrically. "You're breaking my heart all over again."
"If I thought you had one, I might feel guilty," Mizuki quipped back.
Once upon a time, he had been engaged to the handsome Atobe heir. Then, during one of the many business functions he had accompanied Atobe, he had chanced upon a meeting with Yukimura, a rising talent in the corporate world.
Yukimura had greeted him politely, then turned to one of the other partygoers as if Mizuki wasn't the most fascinating thing in the room. To say that Mizuki had been shocked would be an understatement. He was used to wrapping more powerful men around his little finger, men driven by the often delusional hope that maybe, just maybe, they had a shot with him. Desire and lust made idiots of them all.
Yukimura hid it better, but he was just as shaken by Mizuki's immunity to his subtle but potent brand of manipulation. Usually, all Yukimura had to do was plant careful suggestions and his target would jerk like a puppet on a string, foolishly believing that he was acting on his own desires when in fact, he was doing exactly what Yukimura wanted him to do. That godlike ability was the cornerstone of his business acumen, the secret to his success.
Mizuki was no puppet. He looked calculatingly at Yukimura, as if to say, "I know exactly what you're doing and I admit myself impressed."
It was a rare challenge neither could pass up, the clash of two strong wills used to getting their own ways, engaged in a game of dominance. It had been love at first sight.
"It's just a dance," Atobe cajoled, assertiveness taking over as he took Mizuki by the hand.
Mizuki was pulled close but Akaya came running up and wedged himself between the two. He stomped on Atobe's perfectly polished shoes, mangling his feet and ruining the mood Atobe had so carefully cultivated with his transparent but effective flattery.
"Akaya!" Mizuki scolded, collaring his son. Where was that damn nanny? Oh, right. Probably getting slapped around by Sanada for something Akaya had done. "Why did you do that? Apologize to Atobe-san."
"No." Akaya glared and clung to Mizuki's leg possessively. "I don't like him. His hair's all gray like an old man and he's looking at you all gross like the gardener used to."
Atobe cleared his throat delicately. "Now look here, brat, er... Akaya. I'm an old friend of you mother and--"
"STUPID! SMELLY HEAD! I HATE YOU!" Akaya interrupted, choosing to throw a temper tantrum. He yelled until he was red in the eyes and Mizuki hid his face in embarrassment as they attracted all sorts of unwanted attention.
"Kabaji." Atobe snapped his fingers.
"Usu."
"Why don't you 'escort' Akaya to the designated playroom?"
"NONONONONONONONONO!"
Ignoring Akaya's wailing, Atobe's manservant picked him up with one hand and easily carried him away.
Atobe took the opportunity to sidle in close again, pressing a hand on Mizuki's hip. "I've missed you," he said huskily, lips brushing dangerously close to his ear. "Have you missed me?"
Only someone with a massive, unbruiseable ego could ask a question like that, when the only proper reply was sure to be in the negative. But Mizuki did kind of miss Atobe, smug bastard that he could be. He had done the most amazing things with his tongue.
"Keigo." Mizuki's protest held no real conviction.
"I see you still have a nasty habit of coveting things you can't have." Yukimura's cordial tone was completely incongruous with his chilling smile and biting words. In a rare show of jealousy, he grabbed Mizuki's arm and tugged him over to his side.
"Oh, I've had him, Yukimura," Atobe parried haughtily, grabbing Mizuki's other arm and pulling him back. "Plenty of times. Until you stole him from me."
"If you had kept him satisfied, maybe he wouldn't have been so easily swayed."
"That's funny. I've heard fascinating rumors about why you run through staff like they're going out of style."
"Both of you, stop it," Mizuki hissed, snatching his limbs back. He normally enjoyed the sight of two men fighting over him but had no desire to continue being the rope in their tug-of-war. Besides, the established Atobe Corporation was the biggest contributor of the charity ball and it wouldn't do to offend the current president. And Mizuki had to think of the children! These two certainly weren't going to.
"H'ime-chan," Atobe said in an overly familiar way that made Yukimura's smile turn from chill to freezing. "You're part of the charity auction at the end of the night, correct?"
"Er... yes."
"Excellent."
Mizuki needed another drink or twenty. Now.
-----
"Our final auction is the lovely Mizuki Hajime, wife of Rikkai Corporation's president. He has generously volunteered a day with his charming presence to raise money for the unfortunate orphans!"
Clapping all around as Mizuki catwalked down the stage, whirled around, and struck a model-y pose.
"Now I'd like to open the bidding at--"
"10.000.000 yen," Atobe called out. He smirked and raised his glass in Mizuki's direction in a toast.
The seasoned auctioneer recovered quickly. "Wow! A spectacular first bid by the Atobe Corporation's president."
"20.000.000," Yukimura spoke up.
"30.000.000," Atobe swiftly upped the ante.
"40.000.000."
"50.000.000."
"60.000.000."
"100.000.000."
Yukimura crumpled the program in his hands. He would gladly go much higher for his darling wife but the way things were going, he might actually lose. The fledgling Rikkai Corporation was quite successful but most of Yukimura's wealth was tied to the company, not liquid assets. Atobe, on the other hand, was old money and filthy rich. He had plenty of cash to throw around and then some.
Losing was not an option. Yukimura pulled out his cell phone. "Do it, Sanada. Operation T," he ordered.
"We have 100.000.000. Do I have any other bids?" Everyone turned expectantly in Yukimura's direction.
"110.000.000," he said calmly.
No reply from where Atobe was sitting. Correction, had been sitting. He seemed to have vanished.
"Going once, twice, won, by our gracious host!" The auctioneer banged the gavel and Yukimura rose amidst the applause to gather his prize.
"I told you I'd win." He wasn't bragging; he was simply stating a fact.
"Um... what did you do to Keigo?" Mizuki asked nervously.
Yukimura narrowed his eyes. Perhaps he'd been much too lenient lately, if his wife thought it appropriate to so casually speak another man's name in his presence.
"I wouldn't worry about him," he said deliberately.
"No?"
"No. I'd be more worried about you, Hajime dear."
Mizuki squeaked as Yukimura dragged him to the hotel elevator and pushed the button for the penthouse, which he'd had Sanada reserve earlier. Yukimura was going to fuck Mizuki silly until he couldn't even think about another man, much less skip around town seducing them.
-----
"Sanada, is it?"
Why he was doing the tango with the Yukimuras' maid, Atobe had no idea.
"Hn."
"I think I should lead. You're wearing the skirt," Atobe asserted convincingly as Sanada twirled him around and dipped him.
"No."
Atobe put on his big boss voice. "Ore-sama demands you be the girl."
"I don't think so."
"Then I refuse to dance," Atobe threatened.
Sanada didn't miss a step. "Think of it as a competition. If you win, you get the right to go after Mizuki."
"Oh, in that case." Atobe twirled dramatically, reaching out to pluck a rose from a nearby vase. He placed it between his teeth and put his soul into the dance he knew so well. He would get Mizuki back and rub it in Yukimura's face. And then he'd come out on top!
-----
".....goddamn, Seiichi."
Mizuki took another breath and flopped down in the massive bed, completely spent. Yukimura joined him, tangling their bodies in a post-coital cuddle.
"Goddamn," Mizuki repeated. Here was the person he he had fallen for, this assertive, dominating man who could take charge in the bedroom. If Yukimura didn't neglect him so often for work, he wouldn't be so lonely and feel it necessary to seek attention from other men.
"Mm... Hajime." The two were nuzzling lazily when an alarm started to blare.
They bolted up, staring at each other with perfect understanding.
"Akaya."
The demon child ran through the hallways, laughing in glee. Fire was so pretty!
-----
That's it for this series, although I may add more chapters if the urge strikes again. *is tempted to throw Sanada and Mizuki together to see them catfight* Damn you plotbunnies! *shakes fist in the air*
Go On to Chapter 3: Play Date → (Introducing Atobe's fake family: Oshitari-mama, Hiyoshi-brat, Jiroh-precious, and Gakuto the manny).
Also posted to fanfiction.net
Genre: Humor, Sappity Sap Sap
Summary: Crack family dramedy starring Yukimura-papa, Mizuki-mama, Akaya-brat, Jackal the nanny, Sanada the maid, and Yuuta the pool boy. Now with Atobe the ex.
The basic makeup of the Yukimura family came several years ago from mithas (who had a chart showing the Yuki-Zuki-Aka-Jackal relationship)... and I want to say luminata cast Sanada as maid but I can't say for sure. I'm just taking the idea and running with it.
Realization: I can't write Rikkai for shit. I don't think I've made them ragingly OOC for a crack fic, but they're nowhere near IC either. Ah~ well~ *turns attention back to other schools*
← Go Back to Chapter 1: Hired Help
Chapter 2: Charity Ball
Every year around Christmas time, one of the major corporations hosted a charity ball to raise funds for a worthy cause.
It was now Rikkai's turn and Yukimura came up with a brilliant idea guaranteed to smash all previous donation records. All he needed was a little cooperation from his better half.
He waited until Mizuki had been served his morning coffee and worked out the morning grumps before broaching the subject.
"No," Mizuki said with finality, flipping to the travel section of the newspaper. A trip to the Bahamas to escape the cold sounded like heaven.
"But Hajime dear, think of the children." Wheedling was more Mizuki's style, but Yukimura wasn't above using any tactic that would give him the win. Coupled with his patented sweet worship-me-or-go-commit-seppuku expression, anyone else would have fallen victim and given in.
"I don't give a damn about the children," Mizuki groused, kicking at Akaya who was playing under the table with his toy luxury cars. Akaya liked to use Mizuki's slippered feet and pajama pants as a roadway, running his cars over them with gleeful "vroom vroom!"s and "skkkrrrrch!" as he made things collide.
"Please don't make me beg in front of the help, Hajime." Yukimura didn't sound at all put out.
Mizuki glanced sideways at Sanada, standing there like a stupid wall in his stupid French maid uniform with his stupid cap. He scowled. Not only was the cap back, bunny ears perkier than ever, it had undergone another alteration: strips of lace that were tied into a bow beneath the chin, securing the cap into place. Sanada wasn't taking any chances having it swiped again.
Mizuki stabbed his grapefruit with his fruit spoon. "What if I end up with someone fat and ugly?" he said sulkily.
Yukimura confiscated the spoon and laid it back on the table. He took one of Mizuki's hand and caressed Mizuki's cheek lovingly before coming in for a kiss.
"Oh Hajime. Of course I'll be the winning bidder. Did you have any doubts?" he rebuked gently.
"Well..." Mizuki hesitated. "For the children, you said?"
Yukimura smiled and went in for the kill. "Not any children. Orphans."
Mizuki gave his consent, a tiny little nod. "You better prepare for a bidding war. I'm highly in demand, you know."
Sanada just stood there and watched the heartwarming scene. Creepy.
-----
The Yukimuras were dressed to impress as they swept into the room. The curly-haired trio paused and posed for the publicity pictures before Akaya scampered off to find other boys his age. Jackal, his nanny, trudged after him. He had been given strict instructions: no biting, no fighting, and definitely no arson.
Yukimura's second-in-command, the CFO of Rikkai Corporation, soon joined the couple. "Mizuki-san, you look lovely as always," Yanagi complimented.
"Thank you." Mizuki gazed around and nodded in satisfaction to see the elite of the elites had gathered. "You've done a wonderful job organizing this event."
"It was mostly Seiichi," Yanagi demurred modestly. He touched Yukimura's elbow and leaned in to whisper.
Yukimura nodded as he listened, then pulled back. "Would you be alright if I left to attend to a few details?"
"I'll be fine mingling," Mizuki said dismissively, waving them away. He watched them go, and decided it was time high time for a drink.
"Dom Perignon?" A very familiar baritone said smoothly, placing a glass in his hand.
Mizuki took a sip. "Nfu. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to get me drunk."
"Some of our best times together, we were sloshed out of our minds."
"Ah, but I was young and stupid then."
"You were captivating then, as you are now," Atobe smiled winningly and held out his hand. "Shall we dance?"
Mizuki stalled by draining the rest of his drink. "I don't know," he hedged. "Seiichi--"
Atobe put a hand over his chest theatrically. "You're breaking my heart all over again."
"If I thought you had one, I might feel guilty," Mizuki quipped back.
Once upon a time, he had been engaged to the handsome Atobe heir. Then, during one of the many business functions he had accompanied Atobe, he had chanced upon a meeting with Yukimura, a rising talent in the corporate world.
Yukimura had greeted him politely, then turned to one of the other partygoers as if Mizuki wasn't the most fascinating thing in the room. To say that Mizuki had been shocked would be an understatement. He was used to wrapping more powerful men around his little finger, men driven by the often delusional hope that maybe, just maybe, they had a shot with him. Desire and lust made idiots of them all.
Yukimura hid it better, but he was just as shaken by Mizuki's immunity to his subtle but potent brand of manipulation. Usually, all Yukimura had to do was plant careful suggestions and his target would jerk like a puppet on a string, foolishly believing that he was acting on his own desires when in fact, he was doing exactly what Yukimura wanted him to do. That godlike ability was the cornerstone of his business acumen, the secret to his success.
Mizuki was no puppet. He looked calculatingly at Yukimura, as if to say, "I know exactly what you're doing and I admit myself impressed."
It was a rare challenge neither could pass up, the clash of two strong wills used to getting their own ways, engaged in a game of dominance. It had been love at first sight.
"It's just a dance," Atobe cajoled, assertiveness taking over as he took Mizuki by the hand.
Mizuki was pulled close but Akaya came running up and wedged himself between the two. He stomped on Atobe's perfectly polished shoes, mangling his feet and ruining the mood Atobe had so carefully cultivated with his transparent but effective flattery.
"Akaya!" Mizuki scolded, collaring his son. Where was that damn nanny? Oh, right. Probably getting slapped around by Sanada for something Akaya had done. "Why did you do that? Apologize to Atobe-san."
"No." Akaya glared and clung to Mizuki's leg possessively. "I don't like him. His hair's all gray like an old man and he's looking at you all gross like the gardener used to."
Atobe cleared his throat delicately. "Now look here, brat, er... Akaya. I'm an old friend of you mother and--"
"STUPID! SMELLY HEAD! I HATE YOU!" Akaya interrupted, choosing to throw a temper tantrum. He yelled until he was red in the eyes and Mizuki hid his face in embarrassment as they attracted all sorts of unwanted attention.
"Kabaji." Atobe snapped his fingers.
"Usu."
"Why don't you 'escort' Akaya to the designated playroom?"
"NONONONONONONONONO!"
Ignoring Akaya's wailing, Atobe's manservant picked him up with one hand and easily carried him away.
Atobe took the opportunity to sidle in close again, pressing a hand on Mizuki's hip. "I've missed you," he said huskily, lips brushing dangerously close to his ear. "Have you missed me?"
Only someone with a massive, unbruiseable ego could ask a question like that, when the only proper reply was sure to be in the negative. But Mizuki did kind of miss Atobe, smug bastard that he could be. He had done the most amazing things with his tongue.
"Keigo." Mizuki's protest held no real conviction.
"I see you still have a nasty habit of coveting things you can't have." Yukimura's cordial tone was completely incongruous with his chilling smile and biting words. In a rare show of jealousy, he grabbed Mizuki's arm and tugged him over to his side.
"Oh, I've had him, Yukimura," Atobe parried haughtily, grabbing Mizuki's other arm and pulling him back. "Plenty of times. Until you stole him from me."
"If you had kept him satisfied, maybe he wouldn't have been so easily swayed."
"That's funny. I've heard fascinating rumors about why you run through staff like they're going out of style."
"Both of you, stop it," Mizuki hissed, snatching his limbs back. He normally enjoyed the sight of two men fighting over him but had no desire to continue being the rope in their tug-of-war. Besides, the established Atobe Corporation was the biggest contributor of the charity ball and it wouldn't do to offend the current president. And Mizuki had to think of the children! These two certainly weren't going to.
"H'ime-chan," Atobe said in an overly familiar way that made Yukimura's smile turn from chill to freezing. "You're part of the charity auction at the end of the night, correct?"
"Er... yes."
"Excellent."
Mizuki needed another drink or twenty. Now.
-----
"Our final auction is the lovely Mizuki Hajime, wife of Rikkai Corporation's president. He has generously volunteered a day with his charming presence to raise money for the unfortunate orphans!"
Clapping all around as Mizuki catwalked down the stage, whirled around, and struck a model-y pose.
"Now I'd like to open the bidding at--"
"10.000.000 yen," Atobe called out. He smirked and raised his glass in Mizuki's direction in a toast.
The seasoned auctioneer recovered quickly. "Wow! A spectacular first bid by the Atobe Corporation's president."
"20.000.000," Yukimura spoke up.
"30.000.000," Atobe swiftly upped the ante.
"40.000.000."
"50.000.000."
"60.000.000."
"100.000.000."
Yukimura crumpled the program in his hands. He would gladly go much higher for his darling wife but the way things were going, he might actually lose. The fledgling Rikkai Corporation was quite successful but most of Yukimura's wealth was tied to the company, not liquid assets. Atobe, on the other hand, was old money and filthy rich. He had plenty of cash to throw around and then some.
Losing was not an option. Yukimura pulled out his cell phone. "Do it, Sanada. Operation T," he ordered.
"We have 100.000.000. Do I have any other bids?" Everyone turned expectantly in Yukimura's direction.
"110.000.000," he said calmly.
No reply from where Atobe was sitting. Correction, had been sitting. He seemed to have vanished.
"Going once, twice, won, by our gracious host!" The auctioneer banged the gavel and Yukimura rose amidst the applause to gather his prize.
"I told you I'd win." He wasn't bragging; he was simply stating a fact.
"Um... what did you do to Keigo?" Mizuki asked nervously.
Yukimura narrowed his eyes. Perhaps he'd been much too lenient lately, if his wife thought it appropriate to so casually speak another man's name in his presence.
"I wouldn't worry about him," he said deliberately.
"No?"
"No. I'd be more worried about you, Hajime dear."
Mizuki squeaked as Yukimura dragged him to the hotel elevator and pushed the button for the penthouse, which he'd had Sanada reserve earlier. Yukimura was going to fuck Mizuki silly until he couldn't even think about another man, much less skip around town seducing them.
-----
"Sanada, is it?"
Why he was doing the tango with the Yukimuras' maid, Atobe had no idea.
"Hn."
"I think I should lead. You're wearing the skirt," Atobe asserted convincingly as Sanada twirled him around and dipped him.
"No."
Atobe put on his big boss voice. "Ore-sama demands you be the girl."
"I don't think so."
"Then I refuse to dance," Atobe threatened.
Sanada didn't miss a step. "Think of it as a competition. If you win, you get the right to go after Mizuki."
"Oh, in that case." Atobe twirled dramatically, reaching out to pluck a rose from a nearby vase. He placed it between his teeth and put his soul into the dance he knew so well. He would get Mizuki back and rub it in Yukimura's face. And then he'd come out on top!
-----
".....goddamn, Seiichi."
Mizuki took another breath and flopped down in the massive bed, completely spent. Yukimura joined him, tangling their bodies in a post-coital cuddle.
"Goddamn," Mizuki repeated. Here was the person he he had fallen for, this assertive, dominating man who could take charge in the bedroom. If Yukimura didn't neglect him so often for work, he wouldn't be so lonely and feel it necessary to seek attention from other men.
"Mm... Hajime." The two were nuzzling lazily when an alarm started to blare.
They bolted up, staring at each other with perfect understanding.
"Akaya."
The demon child ran through the hallways, laughing in glee. Fire was so pretty!
-----
That's it for this series, although I may add more chapters if the urge strikes again. *is tempted to throw Sanada and Mizuki together to see them catfight* Damn you plotbunnies! *shakes fist in the air*
Go On to Chapter 3: Play Date → (Introducing Atobe's fake family: Oshitari-mama, Hiyoshi-brat, Jiroh-precious, and Gakuto the manny).
Also posted to fanfiction.net