Fic - Oranges, Ties, and Moldy Boxes
Title: Chapter 1 - Oranges, Ties, and Moldy Boxes
Author: Soir
Pairing: Akame, mmmmm…A.K.A.>>> Kamenishi (And perhaps some NishiNashi! OMG, HAHAHHAAAA!!!!!! *speechless*> Ryo X Kazuya?!??!!!!!! NishiYa?)
Rating:………………………………….TBO
Disclaimer: Oddly enough, the idea of owning them is kind of a turnoff…Sure, I’d like to meet them…Buuut….*is afraid her image of them will be smashed* But, not really.>>> Am I the only one who thinks this?!?!?
(And, because I really wanted to…):
Summary: Kamenashi Kazuya, an employee at Yamashita Pharmaceuticals, undergoes constant stress and annoyances. While he doesn’t hate his job, he honestly can say he wouldn’t think twice about switching to a different occupation. In addition to living in an apartment which he very well could be evicted from at any time, he is constantly being sexually harassed by a man whom he very much wishes he didn’t have to call “boss”, and, to make matters worse, Kazuya finds a large box on his front door step which contains something he really wishes the police would just take care of…
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Kamenashi Kazuya was very unsatisfied with his current position of employment. He woke up at six each morning, pulled on his suit, slipped his feet into his shiny shoes, and walked to work. At work, he sat in his cluttered cubicle in which he typed endless reports about god knows what for almost six hours straight. He never took lunch breaks, but instead ate while he worked, and the only reasons he found to stand up and walk around was when he was called to the manager’s office or when he had to use the facilities. Needless to say, Kazuya was entirely listless towards his life.
Now, you must understand that regardless of the daily boredom Kazuya suffered, his job paid him well. Very well, in fact; the apartment he lived in was spacious and elegant. He lived in an apartment complex which was very lenient, due to the fact that they all paid well. Also, his cooking ability increased through the years do to his continuous bachelor status.
Those were all lies, of course. In reality, the apartment complex in which Kamenashi Kazuya resides is…well, to be completely honest, a dump. The plumbing was always backed up, so Kazuya usually had to visit the convenience store down the road, and the heating was a joke; in the winter it was nice and chilly, and in the summer it was wonderfully warm. In fact, Kazuya knew he was being over charged for his room, but he was a little too spineless to say anything about it. Okay, so, Kazuya was a total pushover. And his apartment was only spacious because he didn’t own anything. Oh, yes, and don’t even talk about his cooking skills, or, lack thereof.
Kamenashi Kazuya. Twenty-seven years old. Single.
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Kazuya was having, most likely, the worst day in the history of worst days, and this most definitely out did the day when his mother accused him of being a whore (for letting Ryo convince him to cross-dress with him for school talent show) back when they were, what, eight?
To start off, Kazuya woke up late again. Running from the bathroom, where he messily ran a brush through his hair and a different brush over his teeth, he quickly slipped on his socks and slid to the kitchen, knocking over a chair in the process. He poured some orange juice and, cursing his breakfast as he shoved it into his mouth, gagged at the nasty taste that Orange juice, cold cinnamon raisin bread, and peppermint toothpaste made. Running back to the bathroom, he ignored the taste and ran his toothbrush through his mouth again, making sure to swipe at his tongue as well. Rinsing his mouth and hands, Kazuya ran from the bathroom and slung his suit jacket over his slender form and quickly ran out of his apartment.
Grimacing, Kazuya reached for his tie to adjust it, a habit he acquired from a very stressful job. Then he froze. There was no tie. He had lost his only decent tie some time ago, the others being gag gifts from Ryo and Junno, and he had forgotten to blackmail Ryo into buying him a new one, because it was against the dress code to not have a tie. His boss called him in his office, and, with a very sly smirk, advised him to immediately go out and purchase a new tie, otherwise he would be exempt from his job. Needless to say, Kazuya walked swiftly out of the building in search of the nearest Men’s Boutique.
On the way to the boutique, Kazuya noticed a sign for discounted PCs, and he was in desperate need for one. Flipping out his pocket notebook in which he kept all his expenses, he scanned his eyes over scrawled out numbers and calculations, biting his lip when he got to the end: he only had enough income to get past that month’s rent. Gazing longingly at the laptops in the window, he passed by very slowly, that is until he realized he should have been back at the office five minutes ago.
Running, he spotted the store that the main secretary had advised him to go to. “They have the latest fashions. Yes I know,” Tegoshi, his name was, grinned at Kazuya’s blank expression, “having fashionable ties is kind of stupid.” Kazuya rolled his eyes as he pushed the door open and ran up to the counter.
When Kazuya exited the store, not only was his wallet very much empty, his mood was smoldering. Who the fuck paid thirty-six dollars for a plain black tie?! And that was the cheapest one! Glaring at the piece of silk in his hand, he smoothly slipped it around his neck and began tying. By the time he reached the elevator, his entire appearance was perfect, save for his hair, which he began to pat down, while pulling at his suit jacket to make it more presentable. Exiting the elevator, Kazuya walked briskly to his small cubicle, not looking forward to the work ahead of him. However…
“Kazuya-san? Yamashita-san is calling you.” Kazuya looked up at Tegoshi from where he had just situated himself, underneath the towering piles of papers and folders. “He says it is urgent, and he says you should come immediately.”
“Thanks, Tegoshi-kun,” Kazuya grinned shakily at the younger boy, who nodded his head back, every bit as nervous as Kazuya himself. Not many people enjoyed speaking to their boss in an enclosed room with no cameras or microphones. It was like walking into a lion’s den which had a very hungry lion in it, only, their boss wasn’t a lion, but rather, a sexually deprived maniac who very much enjoyed watching his employees squirm in uncomfortable-ness.
Kazuya knocked twice at the door and waited patiently. If that jerk didn’t open his door in five seconds-
“Kazu-chan, please come in!” Kazuya glared at the mahogany wood, hoping the room would just burst up in flames…But alas, the wood was very much in tact, as was the occupant.
“Yamashita-san, you called for me,” Kazuya began, bowing only the necessary amount.
“Kazu-chan, such formality?” The suave man stood up from his chair and walked around his desk towards Kazuya, who attempted to back away as unnoticeably as possible, with little success. He reached Kazuya and leaned forward, eyes raking over the shorter man’s form. “I see you bought a tie…pure silk?” His eyebrows quirked upwards, as did the corners of his mouth. “Nice sense of style you have…must have been quite a pretty penny.” He reached a hand out and took hold of the smooth fabric. “Black, mmm…Quite a contrast to your, ah, delicately pale skin.” Tomohisa brought his other hand up and began lightly dragging his hands down the tie. He purred at the smoothness of the silk.
Kazuya rolled his eyes.
“Yamashita-san, did you call me in here to molest my new, ridiculously expensive tie, or was there an actually reason for my presence?”
Tomohisa clicked his tongue, and smiled a very handsome smile. Kazuya was not impressed. “I only wanted to see how your fashion sense served you…” Tomohisa’s hands ran up the thin tie once again, but instead of moving downwards, his hands smoothed over Kazuya’s shoulders and down the sides of his arms. Before Kazuya knew what was happening, Tomohisa’s hands were on his back, bringing them closer together, and Tomohisa’s breath was breathing down his neck...
Way. To. Close.
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Kazuya wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but he knows it happed relatively quickly. There was that whole scene at the office, which ended up with Yamashita-san in a hospital bed, himself in a smaller cubical with three other workers, two of which were complete morons, and a very sore hand. Needless to say, Kazuya was in a horrible, horrible mood when he suddenly stopped to see a large box in front of his apartment complex.
“What the hell..?”
Not at all amused at his fellow tenants for leaving large boxes of trash where the garbage collectors would certainly miss them, Kazuya began pulling the box in the direction of the rubbish bins…only to notice that the box was oddly heavy. Who piled almost 200 pounds of anything into a box that looked like it was about to fall apart?! Kazuya gagged at the excessive amount of mold that was growing on the edges and corners. But when Kazuya started dragging the sad excuse for a carton with serious vigor, he was frozen solid by a low moan that emanated from inside.
Kazuya’s eyes grew wide, and he slowly, very slowly moved a hand to open the folded top of the box. His thin fingers lightly touched the top, the lid sliding apart like silk, and Kazuya was unable to silence the gasp that slipped from his lips. There, curled up like a kitten, was a human being.
And he was bleeding.
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(A/N: And because I feel like being mean again before I go back to almost literally being
Paddy's slave, I decided to write the Pikame scene!! Yeay for Office!Pikame>>>Someone write this!!!)
EDIT - January 21: OMG, LIZ AND MADGUITARISTZ I LOVE YOU BOTH!!!!!
Notes: Paddy! This turned into a multi-chapter fic! *Why do I listen??!??!*
>Short First chapter!< Oh, and Kame is older then Jin in this story, because for some reason I find that kind of hot IDON’TKNOWWHY!. Yeay! KIMI WA PETTO MUTATION!
OMG, HANA KIMI DOWNLOADS SO FAST!!!>>>Is loving Taiwan right now!!! Yeay!! But, dang, I can't watch it, because I'M SO TIRED, and I have so many things to study for, so good night all!!!
Author: Soir
Pairing: Akame, mmmmm…A.K.A.>>> Kamenishi (And perhaps some NishiNashi! OMG, HAHAHHAAAA!!!!!! *speechless*> Ryo X Kazuya?!??!!!!!! NishiYa?)
Rating:………………………………….TBO
Disclaimer: Oddly enough, the idea of owning them is kind of a turnoff…Sure, I’d like to meet them…Buuut….*is afraid her image of them will be smashed* But, not really.>>> Am I the only one who thinks this?!?!?
(And, because I really wanted to…):
Summary: Kamenashi Kazuya, an employee at Yamashita Pharmaceuticals, undergoes constant stress and annoyances. While he doesn’t hate his job, he honestly can say he wouldn’t think twice about switching to a different occupation. In addition to living in an apartment which he very well could be evicted from at any time, he is constantly being sexually harassed by a man whom he very much wishes he didn’t have to call “boss”, and, to make matters worse, Kazuya finds a large box on his front door step which contains something he really wishes the police would just take care of…
--
Kamenashi Kazuya was very unsatisfied with his current position of employment. He woke up at six each morning, pulled on his suit, slipped his feet into his shiny shoes, and walked to work. At work, he sat in his cluttered cubicle in which he typed endless reports about god knows what for almost six hours straight. He never took lunch breaks, but instead ate while he worked, and the only reasons he found to stand up and walk around was when he was called to the manager’s office or when he had to use the facilities. Needless to say, Kazuya was entirely listless towards his life.
Now, you must understand that regardless of the daily boredom Kazuya suffered, his job paid him well. Very well, in fact; the apartment he lived in was spacious and elegant. He lived in an apartment complex which was very lenient, due to the fact that they all paid well. Also, his cooking ability increased through the years do to his continuous bachelor status.
Those were all lies, of course. In reality, the apartment complex in which Kamenashi Kazuya resides is…well, to be completely honest, a dump. The plumbing was always backed up, so Kazuya usually had to visit the convenience store down the road, and the heating was a joke; in the winter it was nice and chilly, and in the summer it was wonderfully warm. In fact, Kazuya knew he was being over charged for his room, but he was a little too spineless to say anything about it. Okay, so, Kazuya was a total pushover. And his apartment was only spacious because he didn’t own anything. Oh, yes, and don’t even talk about his cooking skills, or, lack thereof.
Kamenashi Kazuya. Twenty-seven years old. Single.
---
Kazuya was having, most likely, the worst day in the history of worst days, and this most definitely out did the day when his mother accused him of being a whore (for letting Ryo convince him to cross-dress with him for school talent show) back when they were, what, eight?
To start off, Kazuya woke up late again. Running from the bathroom, where he messily ran a brush through his hair and a different brush over his teeth, he quickly slipped on his socks and slid to the kitchen, knocking over a chair in the process. He poured some orange juice and, cursing his breakfast as he shoved it into his mouth, gagged at the nasty taste that Orange juice, cold cinnamon raisin bread, and peppermint toothpaste made. Running back to the bathroom, he ignored the taste and ran his toothbrush through his mouth again, making sure to swipe at his tongue as well. Rinsing his mouth and hands, Kazuya ran from the bathroom and slung his suit jacket over his slender form and quickly ran out of his apartment.
Grimacing, Kazuya reached for his tie to adjust it, a habit he acquired from a very stressful job. Then he froze. There was no tie. He had lost his only decent tie some time ago, the others being gag gifts from Ryo and Junno, and he had forgotten to blackmail Ryo into buying him a new one, because it was against the dress code to not have a tie. His boss called him in his office, and, with a very sly smirk, advised him to immediately go out and purchase a new tie, otherwise he would be exempt from his job. Needless to say, Kazuya walked swiftly out of the building in search of the nearest Men’s Boutique.
On the way to the boutique, Kazuya noticed a sign for discounted PCs, and he was in desperate need for one. Flipping out his pocket notebook in which he kept all his expenses, he scanned his eyes over scrawled out numbers and calculations, biting his lip when he got to the end: he only had enough income to get past that month’s rent. Gazing longingly at the laptops in the window, he passed by very slowly, that is until he realized he should have been back at the office five minutes ago.
Running, he spotted the store that the main secretary had advised him to go to. “They have the latest fashions. Yes I know,” Tegoshi, his name was, grinned at Kazuya’s blank expression, “having fashionable ties is kind of stupid.” Kazuya rolled his eyes as he pushed the door open and ran up to the counter.
When Kazuya exited the store, not only was his wallet very much empty, his mood was smoldering. Who the fuck paid thirty-six dollars for a plain black tie?! And that was the cheapest one! Glaring at the piece of silk in his hand, he smoothly slipped it around his neck and began tying. By the time he reached the elevator, his entire appearance was perfect, save for his hair, which he began to pat down, while pulling at his suit jacket to make it more presentable. Exiting the elevator, Kazuya walked briskly to his small cubicle, not looking forward to the work ahead of him. However…
“Kazuya-san? Yamashita-san is calling you.” Kazuya looked up at Tegoshi from where he had just situated himself, underneath the towering piles of papers and folders. “He says it is urgent, and he says you should come immediately.”
“Thanks, Tegoshi-kun,” Kazuya grinned shakily at the younger boy, who nodded his head back, every bit as nervous as Kazuya himself. Not many people enjoyed speaking to their boss in an enclosed room with no cameras or microphones. It was like walking into a lion’s den which had a very hungry lion in it, only, their boss wasn’t a lion, but rather, a sexually deprived maniac who very much enjoyed watching his employees squirm in uncomfortable-ness.
Kazuya knocked twice at the door and waited patiently. If that jerk didn’t open his door in five seconds-
“Kazu-chan, please come in!” Kazuya glared at the mahogany wood, hoping the room would just burst up in flames…But alas, the wood was very much in tact, as was the occupant.
“Yamashita-san, you called for me,” Kazuya began, bowing only the necessary amount.
“Kazu-chan, such formality?” The suave man stood up from his chair and walked around his desk towards Kazuya, who attempted to back away as unnoticeably as possible, with little success. He reached Kazuya and leaned forward, eyes raking over the shorter man’s form. “I see you bought a tie…pure silk?” His eyebrows quirked upwards, as did the corners of his mouth. “Nice sense of style you have…must have been quite a pretty penny.” He reached a hand out and took hold of the smooth fabric. “Black, mmm…Quite a contrast to your, ah, delicately pale skin.” Tomohisa brought his other hand up and began lightly dragging his hands down the tie. He purred at the smoothness of the silk.
Kazuya rolled his eyes.
“Yamashita-san, did you call me in here to molest my new, ridiculously expensive tie, or was there an actually reason for my presence?”
Tomohisa clicked his tongue, and smiled a very handsome smile. Kazuya was not impressed. “I only wanted to see how your fashion sense served you…” Tomohisa’s hands ran up the thin tie once again, but instead of moving downwards, his hands smoothed over Kazuya’s shoulders and down the sides of his arms. Before Kazuya knew what was happening, Tomohisa’s hands were on his back, bringing them closer together, and Tomohisa’s breath was breathing down his neck...
Way. To. Close.
---
Kazuya wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but he knows it happed relatively quickly. There was that whole scene at the office, which ended up with Yamashita-san in a hospital bed, himself in a smaller cubical with three other workers, two of which were complete morons, and a very sore hand. Needless to say, Kazuya was in a horrible, horrible mood when he suddenly stopped to see a large box in front of his apartment complex.
“What the hell..?”
Not at all amused at his fellow tenants for leaving large boxes of trash where the garbage collectors would certainly miss them, Kazuya began pulling the box in the direction of the rubbish bins…only to notice that the box was oddly heavy. Who piled almost 200 pounds of anything into a box that looked like it was about to fall apart?! Kazuya gagged at the excessive amount of mold that was growing on the edges and corners. But when Kazuya started dragging the sad excuse for a carton with serious vigor, he was frozen solid by a low moan that emanated from inside.
Kazuya’s eyes grew wide, and he slowly, very slowly moved a hand to open the folded top of the box. His thin fingers lightly touched the top, the lid sliding apart like silk, and Kazuya was unable to silence the gasp that slipped from his lips. There, curled up like a kitten, was a human being.
And he was bleeding.
---
(A/N: And because I feel like being mean again before I go back to almost literally being
Paddy's slave, I decided to write the Pikame scene!! Yeay for Office!Pikame>>>Someone write this!!!)
EDIT - January 21: OMG, LIZ AND MADGUITARISTZ I LOVE YOU BOTH!!!!!
Notes: Paddy! This turned into a multi-chapter fic! *Why do I listen??!??!*
>Short First chapter!< Oh, and Kame is older then Jin in this story, because for some reason I find that kind of hot IDON’TKNOWWHY!. Yeay! KIMI WA PETTO MUTATION!
OMG, HANA KIMI DOWNLOADS SO FAST!!!>>>Is loving Taiwan right now!!! Yeay!! But, dang, I can't watch it, because I'M SO TIRED, and I have so many things to study for, so good night all!!!