[Ryusei no Kizuna] Episode X (Taisuke's Fantasy)
Title: Ryusei no Kizuna: Episode X (Taisuke's Fantasy)
Characters: Ariake Koichi, Ariake Shizuna, Ariake Taisuke, Sawajiri Erika
Rating: R-ish
Summary: A.K.A the episode that was written out-- Sawajiri Erika guests in the show as a new detective on the case of the swindlings. What does Ariake 3 do to distract her?
Ariake Koichi, Ariake Taisuke, and Ariake Shizuna--also known as Ariake 3--sit around the little table of their little room which is their litte home, looking completely solemn.
Or at least Koichi does, like he always is.
He clears his throat, straightening from his slouched position by the table. "A new detective is on the case."
"Ehhh..." Shizuna exclaims softly, looking at him, eyes wide.
"I know," Taisuke pipes up, almost cheerfully, rocking back and forth on his seat.
His older brother and younger sister give him both withering looks. "Tai-nii, why are grinning like that?"
"Nothing!"
Koichi clears his throat again, displeased at this interruption, and begins once more. "We have a problem," he intones seriously.
"Is she a threat?" Shizuna wants to know, leaning forward and placing her elbows on the table.
"She's not entirely on the case of our parents' murder," Koichi explains darkly. "I don't know why, but somehow she has linked us to the recent swindlings that has happened around the district."
"So what do we do, 'niichan?" Shizuna leans back, wrapping her arms around herself and looking just a little frightened at the prospect of getting caught. "Do we-- do we leave? Hide? We'll have a hard time catching 'tousan and 'kaasan's killer if we--"
Koichi interrupts her, "She's our next target."
His siblings blink at him, at a complete loss. "We swindle her, too?" Taisuke asked, scratching the back of his neck.
"No," Koichi answers slowly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes and add, you moron, kami-sama WHY does he have to explain everything to these two. "We have to convince her we're innocent. Therefore we have to use a scapegoat. And that scapegoat will be..." He pauses for effect, relishing on the complete attention his younger siblings currently have on him. "You, Taisuke."
A crow caws in the background.
Shizuna turns slowly to look at Taisuke fully in the face, before creaking her neck to look at Koichi. "Tai-nii? Him?" She sounds skeptical. "How exactly is this going to work out? He won't be in disguise anymore, right?"
"Right," Koichi confirms, while Taisuke just sits there, brows furrowed. "He'll go as himself."
"Right," Shizuna echoes, slowly. "And... then what? He--just sits there as she interrogates him, confusing her with his nonsensical blabberings about cabaret clubs, and yakisoba, and how sex is...?" She paused, looking at Taisuke for confirmation. "What did you say about it... a sport?"
"Pretty much." Koichi reaches out to ruffle Taisuke's hair. "I'm sure you can handle it, ne Taisuke?"
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written and directed by Ariake Koichi
The detective--a beautiful woman with a slightly small stature but nevertheless having an almost regal bearing to her as she moved, with round eyes that are distinctly Japanese yet with a noticeable mix of something foreign, and--Taisuke noticed--one tooth deeply crooked at the corner of her mouth, walks around him, crossing her arms over her chest.
She has a nice chest, too.
"Sex is a what, now?" she asks, a little thrown off, blinking those round eyes at Taisuke.
"A sport," he repeats, nodding empathically. "A sport."
She stares at him blankly.
Taisuke sighs, wondering why he even has to explain such a simple thing to a detective. Aren't detectives supposed to be smart? Smarter than him, anyway. "Strenuous effort is exerted by both parts, or teams, as we now have to call them... And in the end everyone's sweaty!"
She shoots him an incredulous look, but reaches for a nearby notepad and jots his answer down. "And... who wins? It's a sport, right?"
Taisuke is stumped. He tilts his head to one side, fidgeting a little in his seat as he thinks.
The detective sighs, clearly thinking, what a moron. She puts her notepad down on the table and pats him on the head sympathetically. "Don't stress out on it, Ariake."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Taisuke bursts out suddenly, shooting his older brother a disbelieving scowl. "That is all you can come up with? Where-- where's the imagination? The style? The me tied up in handcuffs, the dark room, the single light overhead? The stripping of clothes, maybe sex on the t--"
"Iyaaaaaaaaa!" Shizuna shrieks, beating Taisuke with a nearby pillow over and over on the head. "Hen--tai--da--naaaaaaaaa--!"
"Itai-- Shii, stop, what--! You were the one who paraded around in a short skirt on the streets while giving out free condoms--"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh will you two stop talking about sex," Koichi yells, hands clutching at the edge of the table and right eye twitching slightly. "Just do what I say!"
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written and directed by Ariake Koichi
"We already told you, stop calling us that stupid name 'niichan we hate it okay!"
"Aniki lemme direct this time!"
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written and directed by Ariake Koichi Ariake Taisuke
"Taisu--AGHH--you don't--just--NO, OKAY?"
"Yes!"
"..."
"..."
"...Okay. Okay, fine. Co-direct."
An Ariake 3 Production
written and directed by Ariake Koichi and Ariake Taisuke
co-directed by Ariake Taisuke
"...You two are definitely not my brothers."
"Shh, it's starting."
My name is Sawajiri Erika.
Graduated a year ago from the police academy, newly transferred under the Criminal Investigation Bureau.
When people know of my job for the first time, they are always taken aback, almost unable to believe why a woman like me is involved in such a dangerous field, especially a field that is mostly occupied by men.
In truth, I have never been assigned to a criminal case before that would possibly threaten my life. I'm still waiting for that. And another truth is--
Being a woman is highly advantageous in certain situations.
Especially when dealing with half-wits like this man, Ariake Taisuke.
He is currently sitting on a steel chair, looking up at me from where I am sitting on the edge of the table in front of him. I have made sure his hands are cuffed at the back--not that this is necessary, but it is necessary to scare him. To make him talk.
Without warning, I slam a hand down on the table. The noise reverberates through out the small room. "What do you know about the swindlings?" I demand harshly. "Answer me!"
I have to hand it to this guy--he is barely frazzled. Just keeps on looking at me-- oh.
He's staring at my chest.
See, this is what I meant. Well, he's a bit more brainless than I originally think he is, isn't he?
I cup his chin, tilting his head up to meet my eyes and grin almost ferally at him. "My eyes are up here, Ariake."
This moron has the audacity to grin back. "Hi there!" he chirps.
And so I slap him. Hard. So hard that his head twists completely to one side, his left cheek imprinted with the mark of my right hand. He turns immediately to stare back at me, eyes wide, and I feel almost sorry for him.
And then I happen to glance down and notice the bulge in his pants.
...Well. This is certainly a--rather interesting development. Perhaps I have been implementing the wrong tactic, here. He might be coerced to speak more freely through other, more persuasive and fruitful means. I push off from the table, mentally recalling his file-- ah, yes. Ariake works part time in a porn shop.
That explained a lot.
I move to stand in front of him, placing my hands on his shoulders--they feel surprisingly firm--and part my legs, straddling him, feeling his erection under me. He looks down at my thighs; sitting on him has made my skirt hike up to expose an almost indecent amount of skin, and he swallows soundly. I can see his pupils dilate and feel his breathing quicken. To be honest, I wouldn't say that this has no effect on me, either. He feels toned, I think, curiously, as I run my hands down his chest and back up; and as I stare into his eyes, I think he does look rather attractive. For a halfwit, that is.
I reach up, pulling at my hair pins, shaking my head slightly from side to side to loosen my hair. It falls all over my shoulders and I lean forward, pressing my chest completely against him. He lets out a stifled moan. "I know what you're thinking of, Ariake," I murmur in his ear, moving my hands to bury in his hair, my nails scraping his scalp. "If I give you what you want... would you give me what I want?"
"WHAT?" Koichi yells out suddenly. "What--WHAT WAS THAT?! THAT WASN'T IN THE SCRIPT! I TOLD YOU-- DO NOT AD LIB! YOU DO NOT CHANGE MY LINES! Don't disregard my writing like I--like I didn't pour my heart and soul into it, like--"
"OH SHUT UP ANIKI," Taisuke snarls, rising from the table and kicking a pillow away in frustration. "I HAVEN'T GOTTEN LAID IN WEEKS NOW AND JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN LAID SINCE BIRTH DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN DEPRIVE ME OF IT SCREW YOU I'M LEAVING--" He grabs his bag, slings it huffily over his shoulder and stalks out, slamming the door.
Shizuna is quick to stand as well, snatching her cellphone on the table and shoving it in her pocket. "Oh you two are just disgusting," she says, and makes for the door as well.
"W-Wait!" Koichi calls out, scrambling to his feet and hurrying to his closet. "Where are you guys going--I still have Ariake 3 stickers to give out!"
So, do I manage to extract the information I need?
Head tilted up and eyes closed, I rock my hips forward, pressing Ariake's head between my breasts. I shudder as I feel his tongue on my skin.
You'll see in the continuation, won't you?
An Ariake 3 Production
to be continued.
Characters: Ariake Koichi, Ariake Shizuna, Ariake Taisuke, Sawajiri Erika
Rating: R-ish
Summary: A.K.A the episode that was written out-- Sawajiri Erika guests in the show as a new detective on the case of the swindlings. What does Ariake 3 do to distract her?
Ariake Koichi, Ariake Taisuke, and Ariake Shizuna--also known as Ariake 3--sit around the little table of their little room which is their litte home, looking completely solemn.
Or at least Koichi does, like he always is.
He clears his throat, straightening from his slouched position by the table. "A new detective is on the case."
"Ehhh..." Shizuna exclaims softly, looking at him, eyes wide.
"I know," Taisuke pipes up, almost cheerfully, rocking back and forth on his seat.
His older brother and younger sister give him both withering looks. "Tai-nii, why are grinning like that?"
"Nothing!"
Koichi clears his throat again, displeased at this interruption, and begins once more. "We have a problem," he intones seriously.
"Is she a threat?" Shizuna wants to know, leaning forward and placing her elbows on the table.
"She's not entirely on the case of our parents' murder," Koichi explains darkly. "I don't know why, but somehow she has linked us to the recent swindlings that has happened around the district."
"So what do we do, 'niichan?" Shizuna leans back, wrapping her arms around herself and looking just a little frightened at the prospect of getting caught. "Do we-- do we leave? Hide? We'll have a hard time catching 'tousan and 'kaasan's killer if we--"
Koichi interrupts her, "She's our next target."
His siblings blink at him, at a complete loss. "We swindle her, too?" Taisuke asked, scratching the back of his neck.
"No," Koichi answers slowly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes and add, you moron, kami-sama WHY does he have to explain everything to these two. "We have to convince her we're innocent. Therefore we have to use a scapegoat. And that scapegoat will be..." He pauses for effect, relishing on the complete attention his younger siblings currently have on him. "You, Taisuke."
A crow caws in the background.
Shizuna turns slowly to look at Taisuke fully in the face, before creaking her neck to look at Koichi. "Tai-nii? Him?" She sounds skeptical. "How exactly is this going to work out? He won't be in disguise anymore, right?"
"Right," Koichi confirms, while Taisuke just sits there, brows furrowed. "He'll go as himself."
"Right," Shizuna echoes, slowly. "And... then what? He--just sits there as she interrogates him, confusing her with his nonsensical blabberings about cabaret clubs, and yakisoba, and how sex is...?" She paused, looking at Taisuke for confirmation. "What did you say about it... a sport?"
"Pretty much." Koichi reaches out to ruffle Taisuke's hair. "I'm sure you can handle it, ne Taisuke?"
An Ariake 3 Production
written and directed by Ariake Koichi
The detective--a beautiful woman with a slightly small stature but nevertheless having an almost regal bearing to her as she moved, with round eyes that are distinctly Japanese yet with a noticeable mix of something foreign, and--Taisuke noticed--one tooth deeply crooked at the corner of her mouth, walks around him, crossing her arms over her chest.
She has a nice chest, too.
"Sex is a what, now?" she asks, a little thrown off, blinking those round eyes at Taisuke.
"A sport," he repeats, nodding empathically. "A sport."
She stares at him blankly.
Taisuke sighs, wondering why he even has to explain such a simple thing to a detective. Aren't detectives supposed to be smart? Smarter than him, anyway. "Strenuous effort is exerted by both parts, or teams, as we now have to call them... And in the end everyone's sweaty!"
She shoots him an incredulous look, but reaches for a nearby notepad and jots his answer down. "And... who wins? It's a sport, right?"
Taisuke is stumped. He tilts his head to one side, fidgeting a little in his seat as he thinks.
The detective sighs, clearly thinking, what a moron. She puts her notepad down on the table and pats him on the head sympathetically. "Don't stress out on it, Ariake."
"Hey, wait a minute!" Taisuke bursts out suddenly, shooting his older brother a disbelieving scowl. "That is all you can come up with? Where-- where's the imagination? The style? The me tied up in handcuffs, the dark room, the single light overhead? The stripping of clothes, maybe sex on the t--"
"Iyaaaaaaaaa!" Shizuna shrieks, beating Taisuke with a nearby pillow over and over on the head. "Hen--tai--da--naaaaaaaaa--!"
"Itai-- Shii, stop, what--! You were the one who paraded around in a short skirt on the streets while giving out free condoms--"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaagh will you two stop talking about sex," Koichi yells, hands clutching at the edge of the table and right eye twitching slightly. "Just do what I say!"
An Ariake 3 Production
written and directed by Ariake Koichi
"We already told you, stop calling us that stupid name 'niichan we hate it okay!"
"Aniki lemme direct this time!"
An Ariake 3 Production
written and directed by Ariake Koichi Ariake Taisuke
"Taisu--AGHH--you don't--just--NO, OKAY?"
"Yes!"
"..."
"..."
"...Okay. Okay, fine. Co-direct."
An Ariake 3 Production
written and directed by Ariake Koichi and Ariake Taisuke
co-directed by Ariake Taisuke
"...You two are definitely not my brothers."
"Shh, it's starting."
My name is Sawajiri Erika.
Graduated a year ago from the police academy, newly transferred under the Criminal Investigation Bureau.
When people know of my job for the first time, they are always taken aback, almost unable to believe why a woman like me is involved in such a dangerous field, especially a field that is mostly occupied by men.
In truth, I have never been assigned to a criminal case before that would possibly threaten my life. I'm still waiting for that. And another truth is--
Being a woman is highly advantageous in certain situations.
Especially when dealing with half-wits like this man, Ariake Taisuke.
He is currently sitting on a steel chair, looking up at me from where I am sitting on the edge of the table in front of him. I have made sure his hands are cuffed at the back--not that this is necessary, but it is necessary to scare him. To make him talk.
Without warning, I slam a hand down on the table. The noise reverberates through out the small room. "What do you know about the swindlings?" I demand harshly. "Answer me!"
I have to hand it to this guy--he is barely frazzled. Just keeps on looking at me-- oh.
He's staring at my chest.
See, this is what I meant. Well, he's a bit more brainless than I originally think he is, isn't he?
I cup his chin, tilting his head up to meet my eyes and grin almost ferally at him. "My eyes are up here, Ariake."
This moron has the audacity to grin back. "Hi there!" he chirps.
And so I slap him. Hard. So hard that his head twists completely to one side, his left cheek imprinted with the mark of my right hand. He turns immediately to stare back at me, eyes wide, and I feel almost sorry for him.
And then I happen to glance down and notice the bulge in his pants.
...Well. This is certainly a--rather interesting development. Perhaps I have been implementing the wrong tactic, here. He might be coerced to speak more freely through other, more persuasive and fruitful means. I push off from the table, mentally recalling his file-- ah, yes. Ariake works part time in a porn shop.
That explained a lot.
I move to stand in front of him, placing my hands on his shoulders--they feel surprisingly firm--and part my legs, straddling him, feeling his erection under me. He looks down at my thighs; sitting on him has made my skirt hike up to expose an almost indecent amount of skin, and he swallows soundly. I can see his pupils dilate and feel his breathing quicken. To be honest, I wouldn't say that this has no effect on me, either. He feels toned, I think, curiously, as I run my hands down his chest and back up; and as I stare into his eyes, I think he does look rather attractive. For a halfwit, that is.
I reach up, pulling at my hair pins, shaking my head slightly from side to side to loosen my hair. It falls all over my shoulders and I lean forward, pressing my chest completely against him. He lets out a stifled moan. "I know what you're thinking of, Ariake," I murmur in his ear, moving my hands to bury in his hair, my nails scraping his scalp. "If I give you what you want... would you give me what I want?"
"WHAT?" Koichi yells out suddenly. "What--WHAT WAS THAT?! THAT WASN'T IN THE SCRIPT! I TOLD YOU-- DO NOT AD LIB! YOU DO NOT CHANGE MY LINES! Don't disregard my writing like I--like I didn't pour my heart and soul into it, like--"
"OH SHUT UP ANIKI," Taisuke snarls, rising from the table and kicking a pillow away in frustration. "I HAVEN'T GOTTEN LAID IN WEEKS NOW AND JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN LAID SINCE BIRTH DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN DEPRIVE ME OF IT SCREW YOU I'M LEAVING--" He grabs his bag, slings it huffily over his shoulder and stalks out, slamming the door.
Shizuna is quick to stand as well, snatching her cellphone on the table and shoving it in her pocket. "Oh you two are just disgusting," she says, and makes for the door as well.
"W-Wait!" Koichi calls out, scrambling to his feet and hurrying to his closet. "Where are you guys going--I still have Ariake 3 stickers to give out!"
So, do I manage to extract the information I need?
Head tilted up and eyes closed, I rock my hips forward, pressing Ariake's head between my breasts. I shudder as I feel his tongue on my skin.
You'll see in the continuation, won't you?
An Ariake 3 Production
to be continued.