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Hail Roald Dahl

2008-09-12T05:33:39Z

I am very happy to find this community. I have been a fan of Roald Dahl for many years. I started reading his books when I was in 4th grade. Every year I try to reread one of his books and I alway discover something wonderful and new. My favorite works are James and the Giant Peach, The BFG,The Fantastic Mr. Fox, Danny the Champion of the World, Henry Sugar and Revolting Rhymes.

Chapters 1-4A of my viewfinder story

2006-07-07T06:40:46Z

For those who wanted to read the previous chapters. Here they are. Thank you for your continued support^_^

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Fanfiction for Viewfinder
Pairings: Asami/Takaba, OC/OC
Rating: NC- 17
Multi chapters
Warning: character death, love scenes, incest, mpreg, some spoilers, un-betaed
Take note: AU, OC, takes place in the future, slightly science fiction, still in Tokyo, Japan
Disclaimer: Viewfinder is the property of Yamane Ayano

Chapter 1

“I’m sorry Takaba –san”, Reiji’s soft but strained voice cut through the haze in Akihito’s brain. He looked at the old bodyguard’s face, deep pain and sorrow was etched in every line, Reiji’s eyes were red from crying.

Asami was dead.

Such a simple sentence

Three, little words but each more complicated than the other. Takaba’s brain had lost the capacity to process and break down the sentence into comprehensible input. He sat on a folding chair under a white tarpaulin in his backyard. He watched the men; all Asami’s employees both young and old; pile the dirt and soil on their leader’s final resting place.

He lived with the man for twenty- three years.

Asami was buried in his backyard.

The world was coming to an end. He was not Takaba Akihito. He had fallen in some sort of hole were everything was right side up and left side down. Someone had forced him to take the little, red pill. The yellow brick road had turned purple and the flying monkeys had turned everything inside out. Akihito felt hysterical laughter start to bubble in his chest.

His daisies would grow better this year because of Asami.

Teruzane, Asami’s blonde haired bodyguard saved him from making a complete fool of him self in front of the world’s foremost criminal family heads. Drug lords, weapons dealers, smugglers you name it, they were all quietly sipping their scotch and whisky and eating little hors d ours in his living room.

Teruzane gently took Akihito’s arm and guided him inside the house. Reiji followed him closely. Both men were impeccably dressed as always.

“Takaba-san, the guests want to give their final respects to you and Asami-sama”, Reiji explained quietly.

“Reiji, I don’t think… His protest was cut short when Mikuni, Reiji’s personal assistant walked up to them and announced that Asami Ryunosuke had arrived.

Asami Ryunosuke Daniel was Ryuichi’s only son and heir.

Akihito turned to Reiji, “Ryunosuke-san is here, there’s no need for me to face the guests. As Asami’s successor its only right that…

“Takaba-san, it is one of Asami-sama’s final requests that both you and Ryunosuke-sama bid goodbye to the guests together”. Akihito’s reasoning was completely overturned by Reiji. Teruzane’s grip on his arm tightened a fraction. There was no escaping this, Akihito thought tiredly.

Akihito approached Ryunosuke. The younger Asami was quietly talking to Guido Foretti. Foretti owned several vineyards and a shipping conglomerate. He also sold weapons to whoever was willing to pay his price.

Ryunosuke saw or rather felt him approach; he turned his head a fraction and looked at Akihito. Then he returned his full attention to Foretti. Akihito found breathing painful for several seconds.

Ryunosuke was made in Asami’s image. There was only one difference, his eyes were deep, emerald green. He got them from his mother, an English woman named Catherine. She had died six years ago.

Akihito felt the weight of all his forty-six years on his shoulders as he took his place beside Ryunosuke.

“Last wishes my ass!” Takaba thought angrily. Later after all the guests were gone, he was going to dig up Asami and kill the man all over again.

End of Chapter one

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Fanfiction for Viewfinder
Pairings: Asami/Takaba, OC/OC
Rating: R- NC- 17
Multi chapters
Warning: bad words, adult situations, character death, love scenes, incest, mpreg, some spoilers, family soap opera^_^
Take note: AU, OC, takes place in the future, slightly science fiction, still in Tokyo, Japan, multiple pov
Disclaimer: Viewfinder is the property of Yamane Ayano

Chapter 2

“ A.T. Akira-san, please proceed to the VIP lounge”

“ A.T. Akira –san, Please proceed to the VIP lounge”

The female, mechanical voice calling his name soothed his frayed nerves. He was tempted to sit in the waiting area for a little while just to hear his name being called again. But his luggage and other personal belongings were arriving. It was being delivered by a blue, “AiportAndy”.

The “Andy” stood patiently as Akira swiped his ID in the robot’s “mouth”. Two soft beeps confirmed that the suitcases were his. The “Andy” placed his bags on the floor. Its eyes flashing ‘Thank you’ and ‘welcome’ in four different languages as it backed away from him. He picked them up slowly.

Akira walked quickly towards the VIP lounge, unmindful of the stares and gasps that he drew from the people around him. An “AirportAnne” blocked his path and started offering him complimentary cookies and soda. He took a packet of chocolate cookies. This seemed to make the “Anne” happy. He increased his speed, his vision suddenly blurring. He could feel his breath catch in his throat as tears began welling up in his eyes. His chest felt like it was being crushed.

He was back in Tokyo.

One of his fathers, Asami Ryuichi died three days ago.

He turned twenty-two on the day of his father’s death.

He was a day late for the burial.

He wasn’t able to say goodbye.

Akira saw Reiji’s and Teruzane’s familiar figures through his tears. The sight of two of his father’s most trusted men nearly made him lose control. He looked at them bravely, eyes defiant though swimming with tears. He gave his two former babysitters his brightest and wettest smile.

Teruzane lost it. The teary smile brought him down. He was the last man standing. The only one who refused to shed tears for his former master, claiming that Asami- sama would find it unacceptable and disturbing. But the sight of his Nyanko-chan’s face broke the barrier. He felt like a dam had burst inside him. He clutched his face and started bawling.

Everyone in the lounge was too shocked to move or say anything. Teruzane was six feet and four inches of muscle and power, yet he was crying like a child. Akira ran towards Teruzane. Reiji took both of them in his arms and tried to exit with as much dignity as he could muster. The “Andies and Annes” beeped, whirred and flashed after them.

The ride to his house was calmer. Reiji had managed to calm Teruzane by slapping him twice and forcing some brandy down his throat. The limousine was new and unfamiliar. The three of them were quiet for awhile until Reiji started giving him the details.

Akira nearly choked on his gin and cookies when he found out that his father was buried in their backyard.

“My father, Akihito, how is…. Reiji cut him off immediately.

“Please don’t be shocked when you see Takaba-san, Nyan-chan. He has not slept since Asami-sama passed away. He has barely eaten anything. Ryunosuke –sama was with him when we left to pick you up. They were going over your father’s belongings. Reiji’s voice was tired and defeated.”

Both his fathers had visited him at Oxford University two months ago. He and Akihito had spent a week laughing and enjoying as they explored the place. He could not picture the Akihito that Reiji described.

He had not seen Ryunosuke in seven years.

He was on the verge of asking the question, when Teruzane intercepted coldly. His voice had become expressionless.

“Asami-sama was shot twice; in the stomach and chest. He was walking out of the club with Takaba-san. Then this kid passes by and shoots him in broad daylight. I ran after the hit man and took him down, Nyan-Ko. I put five bullets in him; one for you, one for Takaba-san, one for Ryunosuke-sama and one for me. The last one was for Asami-sama. We drove your father to Tokyo General as fast as we could. But it was too late, he bled inside. He died in Takaba-san’s arms. We still don’t know who put your father out for a contract.

For the third time in his twenty-two years, Akira felt his heart break into a thousand pieces.

He decided to sit between Reiji and Teruzane. The three of them held hands.

Tightly

It was already eight thirty pm, but the three of them knew that the day was far from over.

Asami Ryunosuke watched as his limousine pulled into the driveway, the car’s headlights illuminating the three people that stepped out from it. His father’s death had ended and taken things away from him. But in a way, it was also a new beginning. He sipped his bourbon carefully, his lips forming into a familiar smirk.

He saw a framed photo of his father lying on his desk. Takaba had taken the picture two years ago. He raised his glass to the picture, giving his father a mocking smile.
Akira had finally returned to him.

End of Chapter 2

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Fanfiction for Viewfinder
Pairings: Asami/Takaba, OC/OC
Rating: R
Multi chapters
Warning: bad words, adult situations, character death, love scenes, incest, mpreg, some spoilers, family soap opera^_^
Take note: AU, OC, takes place in the future, slightly science fiction, still in Tokyo, Japan, multiple pov
Disclaimer: Viewfinder is the property of Yamane Ayano

Chapter 3

Akihito was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a car pull into the driveway. He walked towards the front door, wanting to know who the visitor was. He was not in the frame of mind to greet and receive another well-wisher. He had spent the last 3 hours going over Asami’s personal belongings with Ryunosuke. Asami’s son was not one of his favorite people to say the least. That same feeling was mutually reciprocated by Ryunosuke. An uneasy truce had been silently declared because of Asami’s death.

He could hear Reiji’s voice on the other side. He sounded like he was comforting someone. Akihito opened the door with trembling hands. He wanted to kick himself. He couldn’t believe that he had forgotten that Akira was arriving from England tonight.

He threw the door open.

All three looked at him. He stood at the entrance holding onto the doorframe. He knew exactly what was going on. He held out his hand to Akira. His son looked at him with panic-stricken eyes. Akira’s slender frame started to tremble violently as he began backing away from the entrance.

Father and son began screaming at each other.

Ryunosuke just ended his conversation with Adolph Muller, his contact in Berlin when he heard the screams. He immediately replaced the phone, pressed a button on his desk to call his men and grabbed his gun.

“I will not go into the house”! Akira shouted angrily at Akihito. He knew that he wasn’t being reasonable, but his father was dead. That fact was more incomprehensible than anything he had encountered in his life. Entering the house would make it real. He could not accept it.

Your father is dead! Asami is dead! Do you hear me? Akihito screamed back. He was ranting like a possessed man. He knew was hurting Akira but he didn’t care. The last three days had been hell. His son had it coming for not being there.

Stop it! Stop it! Damn you! Damn you Akihito! Akira looked liked he was going crazy. Tears streamed from his eyes uncontrollably.

“Where the hell were you? Did you forget how to read or use the phone? The burial was yesterday! Your father was buried yesterday! Did you have another piece to write for that fancy newspaper of yours? Couldn’t miss a deadline to attend your father’s burial?” Akihito couldn’t stop the words from coming. His tone dripped with sarcasm. Grief and anger raged in his chest. He too had tears streaming down his cheeks. This was the first time he had cried in three days.

Fuck you Akihito! You have no right to say this to me! I came as fast as I could! Fuck you to hell! His voice had become hoarse from screaming. Guilt ripped through him and tore him to pieces.

“Both of you will stop it this instant!” Ryunosuke’s voice thundered from the stairs. Akira stopped his tirade. Akihito looked at him and saw the gun. He felt something inside him shatter. He turned to Ryunosuke and started eviscerating the man with his words.

Shut up! This is none of your business you arrogant swine! What are you going to do shoot all of us? You useless piece of shit! You couldn’t even do anything to save your own father! Where the fuck where you when he was shot? Akihito knew that he was out of line. Whatever truce he and Ryunosuke had did not exist anymore. The man turned white and he had a wild, feral look in his eyes.

Takaba-san, stop please! Reiji’s face mirrored his desperation. Teruzane was on his knees.

Don’t tell me to stop! What the hell do you know? What do all of you fucking know? I held him as he bled to death. I held him as he died! Akihito choked; a piercing scream came out from him. He fell on the floor and tried to roll himself into a ball. Teruzane rushed to his side.

Ryunosuke stood frozen at the foot of the stairs.

Akira stared at his father and fell on his knees. He had no strength left. His whole body felt like a boneless mass. He crawled towards Akihito’s shaking form, finally entering the house. He reached for Akihito and lay down beside him. They put their arms around each other and cried for Asami.

End of Chapter 3

Untitled
Fan fiction for Viewfinder
Pairings: Asami/Takaba, OC/OC
Rating: R
Multi chapters
Warning: bad words, adult situations, character death, love scenes, incest, mpreg, some spoilers, family soap opera^_^
Take note: AU, OC, takes place in the future, slightly science fiction, still in Tokyo, Japan, multiple pov
Disclaimer: Viewfinder is the property of Yamane Ayano

Chapter 4

Reiji gave Teruzane’s shoulder a shake. The other bodyguard’s eyes opened immediately. Reiji handed him a steaming bowl. Teruzane was semi-sprawled on a bamboo chair. He straightened up immediately; his eyes darting on the two figures asleep on the floor; wrapped in blankets.

What’s this? Teruzane eyed the bowl suspiciously, he sniffed it too. “Thom Yam broth with vegetables; Mariko-san made it. She thinks we all need something hot and filling after what happened earlier”, was Reiji’s terse reply.

Teruzane cursed silently, his usually calm face twisting into a grimace. The woman has been Asami-sama’s cook for twenty years. He had always thought she was slightly crazy. What everyone needed right now were triple doses of valium straight up the nose. Nonetheless he started sipping the aromatic liquid; nodding his head in appreciation as spices kicked in.

Reiji sat beside him; he felt liked he aged another ten years. He was sure he looked it too. Both he and Teruzane were surviving on three to four hours of sleep. They haven’t seen their respective families and mistresses in days. They were exhausted.

“Reiji”, the deep and masculine voice interrupted his thoughts. Both he and Teruzane set aside their bowls and stood up as their new leader approached them. “What’s the news on the weapon used to shoot my father?” Asami Ryunosuke, like his father always wanted fast and direct answers.

“The gun came from a buy and sell shop in Korea town, It’ s registered to a man named Park- Jyun-Kee, he was run over by a truck two weeks ago. The shop owner bought it from the man’s nephew. He then sold it to a young man named Thuy Widjoya. Widjoya matches the description of our hit man. He was the one who killed Asami-sama.” Reiji shared the information quietly, his eyes started gleaming dangerously.

“Our man at the crime lab found these markings on him.” He took out a photograph from his breast pocket and handed it to Ryunosuke. The young yakuza lord looked at the picture, his face was expressionless. His voice was calm when he issued the new orders.

Continue looking into Widjoya’s background. I want all available information on my desk by nine o’ clock tomorrow morning. Make sure every man is present in the conference room by 12 noon. Mikuni and Takeshi must communicate with our contacts in Vietnam, Thailand and Indonesia. I want updates on all our current operations every 5 hours. I will not tolerate any delays. Ask Sato to visit Park-Jyun- Kee’s house.

“Yes Asami-sama”, he and Teruzane responded at the same time. Ryunosuke smirked at their response. Reiji started feeling sorry for Park-Jyun-Kee’s relatives, but he quickly banished the thought

“Good evening Asami-sama, Reiji-san, Teruzane-san, we apologize for the interruption.” It was Takeshi, Teruzane’s personal assistant. Takeshi was cultured, well-traveled and educated. He also looked like Kimura Takuya. He was followed by an attaché case bearing Mikuni.

Ryunosuke inclined his head towards the new comers. “We have the things that you requested Asami –sama” was Mikuni’s response to the silent question. He promptly handed the case to Reiji and pulled out an envelope from his jacket pocket, which he politely directed to his boss.

Ryunosuke opened the envelope; inside it were two, oval- shaped, transparent patches and a micro syringe. He carefully closed the envelope again. “Reiji, Teruzane, put Mikuni and Takeshi in charge until tomorrow afternoon, both of you head home and rest for now.” Reiji did not protest at the order.

Ryunosuke addressed the junior assistants; “Teruzane and Reiji have all the necessary information, I’m counting on both of you”. The younger men bowed low as their superiors walked away toward the sleeping figures on the floor.

Ryunosuke went down on his knees and gently rearranged the blankets covering the embracing figures. Reiji and Teruzane hovered behind him, feeling uncertain about the procedure. They knew Takaba –san hated these things. He pulled the blankets down, exposing clasped arms. He opened the envelope and took out the patches and the syringe. He carefully lifted Akihito’s forearm and pasted the patch on it.

The patch immediately glowed as it came into contact with warm skin, then minute coils of light began spreading on the arm. After a minute Ryunosuke activated the syringe, a thin sliver of light appeared and he quickly stabbed Akihito with it twice. He then turned to Akira and performed the same ministrations. The whole process didn’t take more than five minutes.

The patches were electronic tracking devices. It can follow its carrier via GPRS and give information such as location and vital signs. It can be absorbed by the body and not show any side effects. It fed on the body’s energy, ascorbic acid and d-alpha-tocopherols. The syringe contained concentrated amounts of vitamins C and E.

Ryunosuke wanted to make sure that his step-father and little brother were getting their daily dose of anti-oxidants and surveillance. He cautiously untangled the two, making sure that they didn’t wake. He gently lifted Akira in his arms and motioned for Teruzane to do the same to Akihito. Then they made their way up the stairs with their precious burden.

He decided to deposit father and son in his room and on his bed. He then gave final instructions to Teruzane to keep the two under strict guard and surveillance. Then he dismissed Teruzane for the night.

Teruzane sighed with relief as he went down the stairs. A maid met him at the foot of the stairs and told him that his car was ready. He saw Reiji giving final instructions to Mikuni and Takeshi. He couldn’t wait to go to his mistress’ apartment in Shinjuku.

He walked over to them and added Ryunosuke’s final instructions regarding the surveillance. Both Mikuni and Takeshi’s faces fell. Keeping track of Takaba-san was a real pain in the ass. Reiji and Teruzane went into their respective vehicles and the two junior assistants watched them hover and speed away into the darkness.

Ryunosuke had completed undressing Akira and Akihito. He felt the familiar stirrings of lust as he stared at the beautiful naked forms before him. His father must be turning over in his grave. Ryunosuke couldn’t help a tiny chuckle from escaping. He approached the bed and went towards Akihito. He stared at Akihito’s body. It was exactly as he had remembered it years ago.

Akihito was still very beautiful. Now, he perfectly understood his father’s obsession and jealous possessiveness over this one; soft flawless skin over a taut, slender body; the perfectly rounded ass which would fit his hand; legs that went on forever; a gracefully, arched neck, the sweet, rebellious mouth. His hand traveled from Akihito’s cheek; down to the chest were he gently caressed a nipple until it puckered into life. Akihito gave a little moan. He thought he heard his father’s name. Time had been very good to Akihito.

He had called Akihito a whore the first time they met.

Years ago, when they had just moved into this house, he had seen Akihito and his father making love in the pool house. It had been around two am and he just came home from a night of partying with his high school friends. He didn’t feel sleepy so he decided to do some laps in the pool. The memory was as clear as if it had just happened yesterday.

Akihito and his father were lying on the hydrobed, naked and uncaring to whoever might walk in. Their deliciously tangled limbs entwined in a rhythmic embrace that bordered on violence. His father’s face bore the look of a man possessed; his body thrusting into Akihito mercilessly; his arms supporting and surrounding the slender frame that welcomed him with wild abandon.

Akihito’s response was exquisite, he moaned Asami’s name over and over again, his hips lifting up and meeting each thrust with equal intensity; as his hands explored and caressed the powerful back; his legs were wrapped tightly around Asami’s waist; ardent lips and tongue sucking and licking the sweat that slid down Asami’s neck and shoulders.

The sex seemed to go on forever. Akihito writhed and moaned beneath his father; demanding more; Asami had been more that happy to comply, he increased the pace of his pounding and he took Akihito’s cock in his hands and began pumping it in rhythm with his thrusts. Akihito’s body quivered like an overstretched bow, he looked like he was about to break into pieces. He came with a scream. His father continued thrusting for several more minutes until his body convulsed and he released himself into Akihito’s body. They lay unmoving for a while, their harsh breathing the only sound heard in the pool house.

Ryunosuke thought it was over, he was down on his knees, breathing hard, his left hand covering his mouth, his right hand inside his swimming trunks sticky and wet. He climaxed at the same moment his father did. But the lovemaking was far from over, his father did not pull out from Akihito, instead their mouths met in a tender and passionate kiss. Akihito embraced Asami tightly with his arms and legs, allowing the larger body to sink deeply into his.

When their mouths parted to catch their breath, Akihito peppered Asami’s face with playful kisses, his face breaking into a teasing smile. He whispered something in Asami’s ear. His father started chuckling, mouth curving into an arrogant smirk. Suddenly he changed their position. Asami gripped Akihito’s hips tightly, making sure they remained fused then he turned over and lay on his back, letting Akihito straddle him. Akihito’s whimper sent shivers down his spine.

Akihito leaned over his father, his hands braced on the powerful chest; slender thighs grasping his father’s flanks. He started riding Asami.

He had been transfixed by the sight. He couldn’t move and he just kept watching. Arousal washed over him like a wave; heating his blood and causing his sex to harden for the second time. He had felt overwhelmingly embarrassed; and a little awed he had to admit. The scene was heart stoppingly erotic.

Another scream rent the air as Akihito climaxed again. He was even more beautiful the second time. This time he could see more of Akihito’s body; the delicate throat, the arched back, pink nipples hard and glistening in the harsh light, it was truly a feast for the eyes. Like the first time, he climaxed when his father did. His body felt drained and limp from the intense satisfaction.
He dragged himself behind one of the dressing screens, sitting on the floor and trying to breathe normally. Never in his life; not since he was five years old did he have this mind bending desire to be in his father’s shoes.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t have any experience with men, in fact he always had a male and female companion ready to meet his sexual needs. His father made sure he knew what sex was all about; and at the age of seventeen he had his own share of conquests. He was confused by the feelings that his father’s lover had brought to life in him.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t feel his father approach and sit down beside him. He nearly jumped out of his skin. His father looked at him, one eye brow raised. He was naked and he held a towel in one hand. Ryunosuke had been speechless and frightened.

Asami casually lighted two sticks of cigarettes and handed him one. He took it and they smoked in silence for a couple of minutes. Then Asami grabbed his right arm and twisted it. His eyes were narrowed into slits and they flashed with severe annoyance and jealousy. Ryunosuke cried out in pain and surprise. His father’s voice was low and soft when he threatened to beat the shit out of him if he ever caught him watching them again.

Asami’s reaction had startled him then, but now in hindsight it was just like his father to act that way. Asami Ryuichi was a possessive bastard, what belonged to him remained with him till the end. He made it clear to Ryunosuke that Akihito was his, and even though Ryunosuke was his son and heir he would not tolerate any overstepping of boundaries regarding what belonged to him and what he allowed his son to have. Ryunosuke realized that in that regard he was no different from Akihito. Asami Ryuichi controlled and owned them both.

Akihito and Akira loved Asami Ryuichi blindly. They will track and bring down whoever killed him. Especially Akihito, he was a lost cause, his step-father would not think twice of throwing his life away now that his Asami was gone. Hence he had immediately ordered the patches and twenty four hour surveillance. Once the shock and emotional distress has worn off, the two would be hot on the trail of the murderers. Together they would be unstoppable.

He gently ruffled Akihito’s hair and moved towards Akira; his beautiful and cute Akira. His devoted lover and brother, they had parted seven years ago, but his feelings for the younger man had never changed. He loved and desired him more than ever. He knew Akira felt the same way about him. The feelings of mixed happiness, lust, possessiveness and protectiveness welling up in him felt wonderfully familiar. He would never let him go back to England.

Tomorrow evening he would be meeting with his lawyers for the reading of his father’s will, it was the last official step, then everything that belonged to his father would be his. He ran a fingertip lightly over Akira’s lips. He had been the victor over this one years ago. His gaze shifted to Akihito and he couldn’t help but smile. He was a different story from Akira. He knew he didn’t love Akihito but the constant challenge the other man posed was enough to pique his interest. Maybe his step-father wasn’t such a lost cause after all. His smile turned into a full-blown smirk. He did enjoy challenges, especially ones marked as lost causes. Besides he was exactly like his father, a greedy and possessive bastard. He wanted to make sure that what Asami Ryuichi owned he also owned, and more.

He stared at the two on his bed and decided he liked the way they looked on it. First he was going to take a shower then he was going to bed with his little brother and step-father. Tomorrow would be another day.

Chapter 4A end

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Viewfinder fiction

2006-07-05T08:03:52Z

This is chapter 4a of my Viewfinder story. I hope you enjoy it. I tried my best!

Untitled
Fan fiction for Viewfinder
Pairings: Asami/Takaba, OC/OC
Rating: R
Multi chapters
Warning: bad words, adult situations, character death, love scenes, incest, mpreg, some spoilers, family soap opera^_^
Take note: AU, OC, takes place in the future, slightly science fiction, still in Tokyo, Japan, multiple pov
Disclaimer: Viewfinder is the property of Yamane Ayano

Chapter 4

Reiji gave Teruzane’s shoulder a shake. The other bodyguard’s eyes opened immediately. Reiji handed him a steaming bowl. Teruzane was semi-sprawled on a bamboo chair. He straightened up immediately; his eyes darting on the two figures asleep on the floor; wrapped in blankets.

What’s this? Teruzane eyed the bowl suspiciously, he sniffed it too. “Thom Yam broth with vegetables; Mariko-san made it. She thinks we all need something hot and filling after what happened earlier”, was Reiji’s terse reply.

Teruzane cursed silently, his usually calm face twisting into a grimace. The woman has been Asami-sama’s cook for twenty years. He had always thought she was slightly crazy. What everyone needed right now were triple doses of valium straight up the nose. Nonetheless he started sipping the aromatic liquid; nodding his head in appreciation as spices kicked in.

Reiji sat beside him; he felt liked he aged another ten years. He was sure he looked it too. Both he and Teruzane were surviving on three to four hours of sleep. They haven’t seen their respective families and mistresses in days. They were exhausted.

“Reiji”, the deep and masculine voice interrupted his thoughts. Both he and Teruzane set aside their bowls and stood up as their new leader approached them. “What’s the news on the weapon used to shoot my father?” Asami Ryunosuke, like his father always wanted fast and direct answers.

“The gun came from a buy and sell shop in Korea town, It’ s registered to a man named Park- Jyun-Kee, he was run over by a truck two weeks ago. The shop owner bought it from the man’s nephew. He then sold it to a young man named Thuy Widjoya. Widjoya matches the description of our hit man. He was the one who killed Asami-sama.” Reiji shared the information quietly, his eyes started gleaming dangerously.

“Our man at the crime lab found these markings on him.” He took out a photograph from his breast pocket and handed it to Ryunosuke. The young yakuza lord looked at the picture, his face was expressionless. His voice was calm when he issued the new orders.

Continue looking into Widjoya’s background. I want all available information on my desk by ni
ne o’ clock tomorrow morning. Make sure every man is present in the conference room by 12 noon. Mikuni and Takeshi must communicate with our contacts in Vietnam, Thailand and Indonesia. I want updates on all our current operations every 5 hours. I will not tolerate any delays. Ask Sato to visit Park-Jyun- Kee’s house.

“Yes Asami-sama”, he and Teruzane responded at the same time. Ryunosuke smirked at their response. Reiji started feeling sorry for Park-Jyun-Kee’s relatives, but he quickly banished the thought

“Good evening Asami-sama, Reiji-san, Teruzane-san, we apologize for the interruption.” It was Takeshi, Teruzane’s personal assistant. Takeshi was cultured, well-traveled and educated. He also looked like Kimura Takuya. He was followed by an attaché case bearing Mikuni.

Ryunosuke inclined his head towards the new comers. “We have the things that you requested Asami –sama” was Mikuni’s response to the silent question. He promptly handed the case to Reiji and pulled out an envelope from his jacket pocket, which he politely directed to his boss.

Ryunosuke opened the envelope; inside it were two, oval- shaped, transparent patches and a micro syringe. He carefully closed the envelope again. “Reiji, Teruzane, put Mikuni and Takeshi in charge until tomorrow afternoon, both of you head home and rest for now.” Reiji did not protest at the order.

Ryunosuke addressed the junior assistants; “Teruzane and Reiji have all the necessary information, I’m counting on both of you”. The younger men bowed low as their superiors walked away toward the sleeping figures on the floor.

Ryunosuke went down on his knees and gently rearranged the blankets covering the embracing figures. Reiji and Teruzane hovered behind him, feeling uncertain about the procedure. They knew Takaba –san hated these things. He pulled the blankets down, exposing clasped arms. He opened the envelope and took out the patches and the syringe. He carefully lifted Akihito’s forearm and pasted the patch on it.

The patch immediately glowed as it came into contact with warm skin, then minute coils of light began spreading on the arm. After a minute Ryunosuke activated the syringe, a thin sliver of light appeared and he quickly stabbed Akihito with it twice. He then turned to Akira and performed the same ministrations. The whole process didn’t take more than five minutes.

The patches were electronic tracking devices. It can follow its carrier via GPRS and give information such as location and vital signs. It can be absorbed by the body and not show any side effects. It fed on the body’s energy, ascorbic acid and d-alpha-tocopherols. The syringe contained concentrated amounts of vitamins C and E.

Ryunosuke wanted to make sure that his step-father and little brother were getting their daily dose of anti-oxidants and surveillance. He cautiously untangled the two, making sure that they didn’t wake. He gently lifted Akira in his arms and motioned for Teruzane to do the same to Akihito. Then they made their way up the stairs with their precious burden.

He decided to deposit father and son in his room and on his bed. He then gave final instructions to Teruzane to keep the two under strict guard and surveillance. Then he dismissed Teruzane for the night.

Teruzane sighed with relief as he went down the stairs. A maid met him at the foot of the stairs and told him that his car was ready. He saw Reiji giving final instructions to Mikuni and Takeshi. He couldn’t wait to go to his mistress’ apartment in Shinjuku.

He walked over to them and added Ryunosuke’s final instructions regarding the surveillance. Both Mikuni and Takeshi’s faces fell. Keeping track of Takaba-san was a real pain in the ass. Reiji and Teruzane went into their respective vehicles and the two junior assistants watched them hover and speed away into the darkness.

Ryunosuke had completed undressing Akira and Akihito. He felt the familiar stirrings of lust as he stared at the beautiful naked forms before him. His father must be turning over in his grave. Ryunosuke couldn’t help a tiny chuckle from escaping. He approached the bed and went towards Akihito. He stared at Akihito’s body. It was exactly as he had remembered it years ago.

Akihito was still very beautiful. Now, he perfectly understood his father’s obsession and jealous possessiveness over this one; soft flawless skin over a taut, slender body; the perfectly rounded ass which would fit his hand; legs that went on forever; a gracefully, arched neck, the sweet, rebellious mouth. His hand traveled from Akihito’s cheek; down to the chest were he gently caressed a nipple until it puckered into life. Akihito gave a little moan. He thought he heard his father’s name. Time had been very good to Akihito.

He had called Akihito a whore the first time they met.

Years ago, when they had just moved into this house, he had seen Akihito and his father making love in the pool house. It had been around two am and he just came home from a night of partying with his high school friends. He didn’t feel sleepy so he decided to do some laps in the pool. The memory was as clear as if it had just happened yesterday.

Akihito and his father were lying on the hydrobed, naked and uncaring to whoever might walk in. Their deliciously tangled limbs entwined in a rhythmic embrace that bordered on violence. His father’s face bore the look of a man possessed; his body thrusting into Akihito mercilessly; his arms supporting and surrounding the slender frame that welcomed him with wild abandon.

Akihito’s response was exquisite, he moaned Asami’s name over and over again, his hips lifting up and meeting each thrust with equal intensity; as his hands explored and caressed the powerful back; his legs were wrapped tightly around Asami’s waist; ardent lips and tongue sucking and licking the sweat that slid down Asami’s neck and shoulders.

The sex seemed to go on forever. Akihito writhed and moaned beneath his father; demanding more; Asami had been more that happy to comply, he increased the pace of his pounding and he took Akihito’s cock in his hands and began pumping it in rhythm with his thrusts. Akihito’s body quivered like an overstretched bow, he looked like he was about to break into pieces. He came with a scream. His father continued thrusting for several more minutes until his body convulsed and he released himself into Akihito’s body. They lay unmoving for a while, their harsh breathing the only sound heard in the pool house.

Ryunosuke thought it was over, he was down on his knees, breathing hard, his left hand covering his mouth, his right hand inside his swimming trunks sticky and wet. He climaxed at the same moment his father did. But the lovemaking was far from over, his father did not pull out from Akihito, instead their mouths met in a tender and passionate kiss. Akihito embraced Asami tightly with his arms and legs, allowing the larger body to sink deeply into his.

When their mouths parted to catch their breath, Akihito peppered Asami’s face with playful kisses, his face breaking into a teasing smile. He whispered something in Asami’s ear. His father started chuckling, mouth curving into an arrogant smirk. Suddenly he changed their position. Asami gripped Akihito’s hips tightly, making sure they remained fused then he turned over and lay on his back, letting Akihito straddle him. Akihito’s whimper sent shivers down his spine.

Akihito leaned over his father, his hands braced on the powerful chest; slender thighs grasping his father’s flanks. He started riding Asami.

He had been transfixed by the sight. He couldn’t move and he just kept watching. Arousal washed over him like a wave; heating his blood and causing his sex to harden for the second time. He had felt overwhelmingly embarrassed; and a little awed he had to admit. The scene was heart stoppingly erotic.

Another scream rent the air as Akihito climaxed again. He was even more beautiful the second time. This time he could see more of Akihito’s body; the delicate throat, the arched back, pink nipples hard and glistening in the harsh light, it was truly a feast for the eyes. Like the first time, he climaxed when his father did. His body felt drained and limp from the intense satisfaction. He dragged himself behind one of the dressing screens, sitting on the floor and trying to breathe normally. Never in his life; not since he was five years old did he have this mind bending desire to be in his father’s shoes.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t have any experience with men, in fact he always had a male and female companion ready to meet his sexual needs. His father made sure he knew what sex was all about; and at the age of seventeen he had his own share of conquests. He was confused by the feelings that his father’s lover had brought to life in him.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t feel his father approach and sit down beside him. He nearly jumped out of his skin. His father looked at him, one eye brow raised. He was naked and he held a towel in one hand. Ryunosuke had been speechless and frightened.

Asami casually lighted two sticks of cigarettes and handed him one. He took it and they smoked in silence for a couple of minutes. Then Asami grabbed his right arm and twisted it. His eyes were narrowed into slits and they flashed with severe annoyance and jealousy. Ryunosuke cried out in pain and surprise. His father’s voice was low and soft when he threatened to beat the shit out of him if he ever caught him watching them again.

Asami’s reaction had startled him then, but now in hindsight it was just like his father to act that way. Asami Ryuichi was a possessive bastard, what belonged to him remained with him till the end. He made it clear to Ryunosuke that Akihito was his, and even though Ryunosuke was his son and heir he would not tolerate any overstepping of boundaries regarding what belonged to him and what he allowed his son to have. Ryunosuke realized, that in that regard he was no different from Akihito. Asami Ryuichi controlled and owned them both.

Akihito and Akira loved Asami Ryuichi blindly. They will track and bring down whoever killed him. Especially Akihito, he was a lost cause, his step-father would not think twice of throwing his life away now that his Asami was gone. Hence he had immediately ordered the patches and twenty four hour surveillance. Once the shock and emotional distress has worn off, the two would be hot on the trail of the murderers. Together they would be unstoppable.

He gently ruffled Akihito’s hair and moved towards Akira; his beautiful and cute Akira. His devoted lover and brother, they had parted seven years ago, but his feelings for the younger man had never changed. He loved and desired him more than ever. He knew Akira felt the same way about him. The feelings of mixed happiness, lust, possessiveness and protectiveness welling up in him felt wonderfully familiar. He would never let him go back to England.

Tomorrow evening he would be meeting with his lawyers for the reading of his father’s will, it was the last official step, then everything that belonged to his father would be his. He ran a fingertip lightly over Akira’s lips. He had been the victor over this one years ago. His gaze shifted to Akihito and he couldn’t help but smile. He was a different story from Akira. He knew he didn’t love Akihito but the constant challenge the other man posed was enough to pique his interest. Maybe his step-father wasn’t such a lost cause after all. His smile turned into a full-blown smirk. He did enjoy challenges, especially ones marked as lost causes. Besides he was exactly like his father, a greedy and possessive bastard. He wanted to make sure that what Asami Ryuichi owned he also owned, and more.

He stared at the two on his bed and decided he liked the way they looked on it. First he was going to take a shower then he was going to bed with his little brother and step-father. Tomorrow would be another day.

Chapter 4A end

More chapters for my Viewfinder story

2006-06-23T11:12:42Z

These are the second and third chapters of the story. I hope everyone enjoys it. comments on how to make it better are more than welcome^_^

Untitled
Rating: R-NC17
Pairing: Asami/ Takaba
Warnings:spoilers, strong language,adult situations, mpreg,incest
Disclaimer: They all belong to yamane-sensei
Wordcount: 2,500++

Untitled
Fanfiction for Viewfinder
Pairings: Asami/Takaba, OC/OC
Rating: R- NC- 17
Multi chapters
Warning: bad words, adult situations, character death, love scenes, incest, mpreg, some spoilers, family soap opera^_^
Take note: AU, OC, takes place in the future, slightly science fiction, still in Tokyo, Japan, multiple pov
Disclaimer: Viewfinder is the property of Yamane Ayano

Chapter 2

“ A.T. Akira-san, please proceed to the VIP lounge”

“ A.T. Akira –san, Please proceed to the VIP lounge”

The female, mechanical voice calling his name soothed his frayed nerves. He was tempted to sit in the waiting area for a little while just to hear his name being called again. But his luggage and other personal belongings were arriving. It was being delivered by a blue, “AiportAndy”.

The “Andy” stood patiently as Akira swiped his ID in the robot’s “mouth”. Two soft beeps confirmed that the suitcases were his. The “Andy” placed his bags on the floor. Its eyes flashing ‘Thank you’ and ‘welcome’ in four different languages as it backed away from him. He picked them up slowly.

Akira walked quickly towards the VIP lounge, unmindful of the stares and gasps that he drew from the people around him. An “AirportAnne” blocked his path and started offering him complimentary cookies and soda. He took a packet of chocolate cookies. This seemed to make the “Anne” happy. He increased his speed, his vision suddenly blurring. He could feel his breath catch in his throat as tears began welling up in his eyes. His chest felt like it was being crushed.

He was back in Tokyo.

One of his fathers, Asami Ryuichi died three days ago.

He turned twenty-two on the day of his father’s death.

He was a day late for the burial.

He wasn’t able to say goodbye.

Akira saw Reiji’s and Teruzane’s familiar figures through his tears. The sight of two of his father’s most trusted men nearly made him lose control. He looked at them bravely, eyes defiant though swimming with tears. He gave his two former babysitters his brightest and wettest smile.

Teruzane lost it. The teary smile brought him down. He was the last man standing. The only one who refused to shed tears for his former master, claiming that Asami- sama would find it unacceptable and disturbing. But the sight of his Nyanko-chan’s face broke the barrier. He felt like a dam had burst inside him. He clutched his face and started bawling.

Everyone in the lounge was too shocked to move or say anything. Teruzane was six feet and four inches of muscle and power, yet he was crying like a child. Akira ran towards Teruzane. Reiji took both of them in his arms and tried to exit with as much dignity as he could muster. The “Andies and Annes” beeped, whirred and flashed after them.

The ride to his house was calmer. Reiji had managed to calm Teruzane by slapping him twice and forcing some brandy down his throat. The limousine was new and unfamiliar. The three of them were quiet for awhile until Reiji started giving him the details.

Akira nearly choked on his gin and cookies when he found out that his father was buried in their backyard.

“My father, Akihito, how is…. Reiji cut him off immediately.

“Please don’t be shocked when you see Takaba-san, Nyan-chan. He has not slept since Asami-sama passed away. He has barely eaten anything. Ryunosuke –sama was with him when we left to pick you up. They were going over your father’s belongings. Reiji voice was tired and defeated.”

Both his fathers had visited him at Oxford University two months ago. He and Akihito had spent a week laughing and enjoying as they explored the place. He could not picture the Akihito that Reiji described.

He had not seen Ryunosuke in seven years.

He was on the verge of asking the question, when Teruzane intercepted coldly. His voice had become expressionless.

“Asami-sama was shot twice; in the stomach and chest. He was walking out of the club with Takaba-san. Then this kid passes by and shoots him in broad daylight. I ran after the hit man and took him down, Nyan-Ko. I put five bullets in him; one for you, one for Takaba-san, one for Ryunosuke-sama and one for me. The last one was for Asami-sama. We drove your father to Tokyo General as fast as we could. But it was too late, he bled inside. He died in Takaba-san’s arms. We still don’t know who put your father out for a contract.

For the third time in his twenty-two years, Akira felt his heart break into a thousand pieces.

He decided to sit between Reiji and Teruzane. The three of them held hands.

Tightly

It was already eight thirty pm, but the three of them knew that the day was far from over.

Asami Ryunosuke watched as his limousine pulled into the driveway, the car’s headlights illuminating the three people that stepped out from it. His father’s death had ended and taken things away from him. But in a way, it was also a new beginning. He sipped his bourbon carefully, his lips forming into a familiar smirk.

He saw a framed photo of his father lying on his desk. Takaba had taken the picture two years ago. He raised his glass to the picture, giving his father a mocking smile.
Akira had finally returned to him.

End of Chapter 2

Untitled
Fanfiction for Viewfinder
Pairings: Asami/Takaba, OC/OC
Rating: R- NC17
Multi chapters
Warning: bad words, adult situations, character death, love scenes, incest, mpreg, some spoilers, family soap opera^_^
Take note: AU, OC, takes place in the future, slightly science fiction, still in Tokyo, Japan, multiple pov
Disclaimer: Viewfinder is the property of Yamane Ayano

Chapter 3

Akihito was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a car pull into the driveway. He walked towards the front door, wanting to know who the visitor was. He was not in the frame of mind to greet and receive another well-wisher. He had spent the last 3 hours going over Asami’s personal belongings with Ryunosuke. Asami’s son was not one of his favorite people to say the least. That same feeling was mutually reciprocated by Ryunosuke. An uneasy truce had been silently declared because of Asami’s death.

He could hear Reiji’s voice on the other side. He sounded like he was comforting someone. Akihito opened the door with trembling hands. He wanted to kick himself. He couldn’t believe that he had forgotten that Akira was arriving from England tonight.

He threw the door open.

All three looked at him. He stood at the entrance holding onto the doorframe. He knew exactly what was going on. He held out his hand to Akira. His son looked at him with panic-stricken eyes. Akira’s slender frame started to tremble violently as he began backing away from the entrance.

Father and son began screaming at each other.

Ryunosuke just ended his conversation with Adolph Muller, his contact in Berlin when he heard the screams. He immediately replaced the phone, pressed a button on his desk to call his men and grabbed his gun.

“I will not go into the house”! Akira shouted angrily at Akihito. He knew that he wasn’t being reasonable, but his father was dead. That fact was more incomprehensible than anything he had encountered in his life. Entering the house would make it real. He could not accept it.

Your father is dead! Asami is dead! Do you hear me? Akihito screamed back. He was ranting like a possessed man. He knew was hurting Akira but he didn’t care. The last three days had been hell. His son had it coming for not being there.

Stop it! Stop it! Damn you! Damn you Akihito! Akira looked liked he was going crazy. Tears streamed from his eyes uncontrollably.

“Where the hell were you? Did you forget how to read or use the phone? The burial was yesterday! Your father was buried yesterday! Did you have another piece to write for that fancy newspaper of yours? Couldn’t miss a deadline to attend your father’s burial?” Akihito couldn’t stop the words from coming. His tone dripped with sarcasm. Grief and anger raged in his chest. He too had tears streaming down his cheeks. This was the first time he had cried in three days.

Fuck you Akihito! You have no right to say this to me! I came as fast as I could! Fuck you to hell! His voice had become hoarse from screaming. Guilt ripped through him and tore him to pieces.

“Both of you will stop it this instant!” Ryunosuke’s voice thundered from the stairs. Akira stopped his tirade. Akihito looked at him and saw the gun. He felt something inside him shatter. He turned to Ryunosuke and started eviscerating the man with his words.

Shut up! This none of your business you arrogant swine! What are you going to do shoot all of us? You useless piece of shit! You couldn’t even do anything to save your own father! Where the fuck where you when he was shot? Akihito knew that he was out of line. Whatever truce he and Ryunosuke had did not exist anymore. The man turned white and he had a wild, feral look in his eyes.

Takaba-san, stop please! Reiji’s face mirrored his desperation. Teruzane was on his knees.

Don’t tell me to stop! What the hell do you know? What do all of you fucking know? I held him as he bled to death. I held him as he died! Akihito choked; a piercing scream came out from him. He fell on the floor and tried to roll himself into a ball. Teruzane rushed to his side.

Ryunosuke stood frozen at the foot of the stairs.

Akira stared at his father and fell on his knees. He had no strength left. His whole body felt like a boneless mass. He crawled towards Akihito’s shaking form, finally entering the house. He reached for Akihito and lay down beside him. They put their arms around each other and cried for Asami.

End of Chapter 3

More Chapters from my story

2006-06-23T10:17:08Z

This the second and third chapter of my viewfinder story chapter of the story.
I hope its not too confusing. Comments on how to make it better are really needed^_^

untitled
Chapter 2 and 3
Ratings; R-NC-17
Pairing:Asami/ Takaba, OC/OC
Warnings: Adult situations,mpreg,strong language, spoilers for the series
Disclaimers: They all belong to Yamane-sensei

Untitled
Fanfiction for Viewfinder
Pairings: Asami/Takaba, OC/OC
Rating: R- NC- 17
Multi chapters
Warning: bad words, adult situations, character death, love scenes, incest, mpreg, some spoilers, family soap opera^_^
Take note: AU, OC, takes place in the future, slightly science fiction, still in Tokyo, Japan, multiple pov
Disclaimer: Viewfinder is the property of Yamane Ayano

Chapter 2

“ A.T. Akira-san, please proceed to the VIP lounge”

“ A.T. Akira –san, Please proceed to the VIP lounge”

The female, mechanical voice calling his name soothed his frayed nerves. He was tempted to sit in the waiting area for a little while just to hear his name being called again. But his luggage and other personal belongings were arriving. It was being delivered by a blue, “AiportAndy”.

The “Andy” stood patiently as Akira swiped his ID in the robot’s “mouth”. Two soft beeps confirmed that the suitcases were his. The “Andy” placed his bags on the floor. Its eyes flashing ‘Thank you’ and ‘welcome’ in four different languages as it backed away from him. He picked them up slowly.

Akira walked quickly towards the VIP lounge, unmindful of the stares and gasps that he drew from the people around him. An “AirportAnne” blocked his path and started offering him complimentary cookies and soda. He took a packet of chocolate cookies. This seemed to make the “Anne” happy. He increased his speed, his vision suddenly blurring. He could feel his breath catch in his throat as tears began welling up in his eyes. His chest felt like it was being crushed.

He was back in Tokyo.

One of his fathers, Asami Ryuichi died three days ago.

He turned twenty-two on the day of his father’s death.

He was a day late for the burial.

He wasn’t able to say goodbye.

Akira saw Reiji’s and Teruzane’s familiar figures through his tears. The sight of two of his father’s most trusted men nearly made him lose control. He looked at them bravely, eyes defiant though swimming with tears. He gave his two former babysitters his brightest and wettest smile.

Teruzane lost it. The teary smile brought him down. He was the last man standing. The only one who refused to shed tears for his former master, claiming that Asami- sama would find it unacceptable and disturbing. But the sight of his Nyanko-chan’s face broke the barrier. He felt like a dam had burst inside him. He clutched his face and started bawling.

Everyone in the lounge was too shocked to move or say anything. Teruzane was six feet and four inches of muscle and power, yet he was crying like a child. Akira ran towards Teruzane. Reiji took both of them in his arms and tried to exit with as much dignity as he could muster. The “Andies and Annes” beeped, whirred and flashed after them.

The ride to his house was calmer. Reiji had managed to calm Teruzane by slapping him twice and forcing some brandy down his throat. The limousine was new and unfamiliar. The three of them were quiet for awhile until Reiji started giving him the details.

Akira nearly choked on his gin and cookies when he found out that his father was buried in their backyard.

“My father, Akihito, how is…. Reiji cut him off immediately.

“Please don’t be shocked when you see Takaba-san, Nyan-chan. He has not slept since Asami-sama passed away. He has barely eaten anything. Ryunosuke –sama was with him when we left to pick you up. They were going over your father’s belongings. Reiji voice was tired and defeated.”

Both his fathers had visited him at Oxford University two months ago. He and Akihito had spent a week laughing and enjoying as they explored the place. He could not picture the Akihito that Reiji described.

He had not seen Ryunosuke in seven years.

He was on the verge of asking the question, when Teruzane intercepted coldly. His voice had become expressionless.

“Asami-sama was shot twice; in the stomach and chest. He was walking out of the club with Takaba-san. Then this kid passes by and shoots him in broad daylight. I ran after the hit man and took him down, Nyan-Ko. I put five bullets in him; one for you, one for Takaba-san, one for Ryunosuke-sama and one for me. The last one was for Asami-sama. We drove your father to Tokyo General as fast as we could. But it was too late, he bled inside. He died in Takaba-san’s arms. We still don’t know who put your father out for a contract.

For the third time in his twenty-two years, Akira felt his heart break into a thousand pieces.

He decided to sit between Reiji and Teruzane. The three of them held hands.

Tightly

It was already eight thirty pm, but the three of them knew that the day was far from over.

Asami Ryunosuke watched as his limousine pulled into the driveway, the car’s headlights illuminating the three people that stepped out from it. His father’s death had ended and taken things away from him. But in a way, it was also a new beginning. He sipped his bourbon carefully, his lips forming into a familiar smirk.

He saw a framed photo of his father lying on his desk. Takaba had taken the picture two years ago. He raised his glass to the picture, giving his father a mocking smile.
Akira had finally returned to him.

End of Chapter 2

Untitled
Fanfiction for Viewfinder
Pairings: Asami/Takaba, OC/OC
Rating: R- NC17
Multi chapters
Warning: bad words, adult situations, character death, love scenes, incest, mpreg, some spoilers, family soap opera^_^
Take note: AU, OC, takes place in the future, slightly science fiction, still in Tokyo, Japan, multiple pov
Disclaimer: Viewfinder is the property of Yamane Ayano

Chapter 3

Akihito was startled out of his thoughts when he heard a car pull into the driveway. He walked towards the front door, wanting to know who the visitor was. He was not in the frame of mind to greet and receive another well-wisher. He had spent the last 3 hours going over Asami’s personal belongings with Ryunosuke. Asami’s son was not one of his favorite people to say the least. That same feeling was mutually reciprocated by Ryunosuke. An uneasy truce had been silently declared because of Asami’s death.

He could hear Reiji’s voice on the other side. He sounded like he was comforting someone. Akihito opened the door with trembling hands. He wanted to kick himself. He couldn’t believe that he had forgotten that Akira was arriving from England tonight.

He threw the door open.

All three looked at him. He stood at the entrance holding onto the doorframe. He knew exactly what was going on. He held out his hand to Akira. His son looked at him with panic-stricken eyes. Akira’s slender frame started to tremble violently as he began backing away from the entrance.

Father and son began screaming at each other.

Ryunosuke just ended his conversation with Adolph Muller, his contact in Berlin when he heard the screams. He immediately replaced the phone, pressed a button on his desk to call his men and grabbed his gun.

“I will not go into the house”! Akira shouted angrily at Akihito. He knew that he wasn’t being reasonable, but his father was dead. That fact was more incomprehensible than anything he had encountered in his life. Entering the house would make it real. He could not accept it.

Your father is dead! Asami is dead! Do you hear me? Akihito screamed back. He was ranting like a possessed man. He knew was hurting Akira but he didn’t care. The last three days had been hell. His son had it coming for not being there.

Stop it! Stop it! Damn you! Damn you Akihito! Akira looked liked he was going crazy. Tears streamed from his eyes uncontrollably.

“Where the hell were you? Did you forget how to read or use the phone? The burial was yesterday! Your father was buried yesterday! Did you have another piece to write for that fancy newspaper of yours? Couldn’t miss a deadline to attend your father’s burial?” Akihito couldn’t stop the words from coming. His tone dripped with sarcasm. Grief and anger raged in his chest. He too had tears streaming down his cheeks. This was the first time he had cried in three days.

Fuck you Akihito! You have no right to say this to me! I came as fast as I could! Fuck you to hell! His voice had become hoarse from screaming. Guilt ripped through him and tore him to pieces.

“Both of you will stop it this instant!” Ryunosuke’s voice thundered from the stairs. Akira stopped his tirade. Akihito looked at him and saw the gun. He felt something inside him shatter. He turned to Ryunosuke and started eviscerating the man with his words.

Shut up! This none of your business you arrogant swine! What are you going to do shoot all of us? You useless piece of shit! You couldn’t even do anything to save your own father! Where the fuck where you when he was shot? Akihito knew that he was out of line. Whatever truce he and Ryunosuke had did not exist anymore. The man turned white and he had a wild, feral look in his eyes.

Takaba-san, stop please! Reiji’s face mirrored his desperation. Teruzane was on his knees.

Don’t tell me to stop! What the hell do you know? What do all of you fucking know? I held him as he bled to death. I held him as he died! Akihito choked; a piercing scream came out from him. He fell on the floor and tried to roll himself into a ball. Teruzane rushed to his side.

Ryunosuke stood frozen at the foot of the stairs.

Akira stared at his father and fell on his knees. He had no strength left. His whole body felt like a boneless mass. He crawled towards Akihito’s shaking form, finally entering the house. He reached for Akihito and lay down beside him. They put their arms around each other and cried for Asami.

End of Chapter 3

I Am Alive Again

2006-06-23T09:25:38Z

The last few weeks have been a maelstrom of work, good-byes, packing up, unpacking, endless meetings and body destroying stress. I'm so glad its over for awhile. I can now take my truly deserved two week holiday. I will be reading books, listening to my stack of Jmusic cds, resuming my anime series and reading viewfinder fiction again. The main highlight of this two week hiatus is a lovely, trip to Bali and Lombok for some sun, surf and relaxation! Now I'm starting to wonder if two-weeks is enough. I should have haggled for a month long break^_^

Chocolate

2006-05-27T10:42:27Z

I think chocolate must be one of God's greatest gift to mankind. It is pure heaven and some days are just unbearable without it. Dark chocolate is strong, addicting and a thrill to the tastebuds.It's just like love; sweet and bitter at the same time, and you cant live without it!
i believe we must all get our daily dose of chocolate.

a retelling of Beauty and the Beast VF)

2006-05-27T10:15:34Z

I've been thinking about it for awhile. if VF was a fairytale, it would certainly be derived from Beauty and the Beast. Asami is certainly the quintesential Beast and the delicate Akihito our rebelious Beauty. Asami for all his power, influence and wealth is certainly in need of rescuing from his violent world and the nature of his own heart. Akihito much like beauty is thrown unwilling into the frey due to circumstances which he could not control. Akihito now faces the double task of saving himself from the beast and ensuring a happy ending for both of them From there, we see the struggle between good and evil unfold within the characters conflicting emotions and beliefs but also as outside forces threaten the little world they have built around themselves. The stories share several similaritiess, not only in the case of the characters but also on some of the events which take place in the VF storyline. Hahaha1 I must be getting addicted to VF. I'm now making connections with fairytales.

more thoughts next time. I"m horrendously exhausted from work.

class starts

2006-05-25T10:25:10Z

Every year i look forward to teaching the course on folktales, fairytales and myths. I find it amazing that so many of today's stories, books and films are actually based on or derived from this classic tales. It is also a joy to observe the students' reaction as we discuss and discover the origin of each story.

It seems that Beauty and The Beast is a favorite this year.

akisowner @ 2006-05-24T16:54:00

2006-05-24T10:01:41Z

It is with great trepidation that I lay my thoughts out in this journal. It has been years since I've written anything,. even a short, simple comment seems challenging nowadays. I still remember the countless times I've put my thoughts on paper or on screen. I did'nt really care back then I wrote what i wanted to write. Now, I notice every detail, the misspellings, the awkward and unfinished thoughts. My brain is fried and I don't know how to write anymore.

another beautiful day, VF

2006-05-24T08:54:23Z

What a day! this is my first time posting in my journal. I've been a member for two weeks but work has been hellish the past few weeks. I've recently discovered Ayano Yamane's manga Finder No Hyoteki. Yamane Sensei is an excellent artist. The pictures are amazing. Asami Ryuichi and Takaba Akihito are great characters. The first chapter of the manga was so-so, but things are gradually picking up and the story's becoming more interesting. I can't help but say that this has to be one of the sexiest manga I've ever read.

I will try and think of more intersting things to post :)