Fanfic: Daisy
Title: Daisy
Genre: Drama/Romance/Angst
Rating: PG 13
Pairing: Pikame
Summary: Kamenashi Kazuya falls in love with someone who sends him daisies.
Disclaimer: I only own the computer and the brain. Characters belong to Johnny and Daisy belongs to iFilm.
Author's notes/Warnings: modifies plot...a lot of imaginary inserts...
PS. This is Akanishi's narration. Green is his POV, italicized is Kazu's and bold is Yamapi's
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Prologue Part 1
Part 2 Part 3
Blind Curve.
I sit with my colleagues in one of the big conference rooms inside the headquarters discussing a very important matter. We were given the duty to track down drug traffickers operating between Asia and Amsterdam. We leave the conference room and head out to the cars parked outside. We're finally going into town to watch over them. An informant has given us an address located near the city square.
I get out of the car that my fellow Interpol agent drove and watch him went away. There are a lot of people today, it's a weekend afterall. I smile and nod at them, giving them a friendly air about me, all the while I watched a particular shop just across me. I crossed the square heading to a nearby flower stall and browsed at the colorful flowers: chrysanthemums, roses, violets, tulips, daisies...but I always get distracted, and without my knowledge, as I glance back and forth towards the shop and the flowers, I accidentally took in my hands a pot of daisies.
I started to walk away as I saw two men walk inside the shop.
"Nice flowers aren't they? Do you like them? Sir, are you going to pay for that?"
"Oh, I'm very sorry. Here."
"Thank you, drop by again next time."
I headed straight into the small crowd of street artists and sat down on an empty seat. From here, I can watch the shop without the people inside noticing me. I can spy them without any trouble since an artist is drawing me, he's blocking me from their view.
I craned my neck as I saw two men get out and part ways.
"I have to go." I say to him.
"Eh? But I'm almost done?"
"Well, will you be here tomorrow?" I asked him. He nodded in answer.
"Well then, I'll come back tomorrow here, same time. Then you can continue finishing it up."
He nodded again and I start to walk away, but before I could be gone from his vision, I turned to look and smile at him.
The next day, I came. Just as promised. He was sketching a little boy who came with his mother. He looked at me with a small smile on his face. And when he was done with the little boy, it was finally my turn.
But the second time I see him, I felt...I felt he had feelings for me.
I watched her as he continued to draw me.
He wasn't able to finish the sketch, so we made an agreement to just meet on the next day.
However it was raining. It suddenly rained when I was about to leave the office. I remembered my appointment with the young man, so I decided to see him.
I don't know why, but I did not want to see him. I had a very strange feeling that day, so I hid in one of the monuments in the park, standing in the rain under my umbrella. From where I stood, I watch him from afar. I was relieved that she wasn't soaked in the rain.
I was thinking of leaving immediately. I was hesitating though. There had been an urge to come and get her and I had to fight it off. I was about to leave my hiding place when I saw a suspicious figure cloaked in a parka. He was standing in front of a shop before he disappeared in the alley a few feet from him.
I decide to follow the man.
The alley was narrow. It was difficult to chase after someone with an umbrella in hand, so I let go of the umbrella. But I lost sight of him. I stopped for a moment and turned around.
My face met an angry fist.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on the cold, wet alley. The rain has finally stopped but I'm totally soaked. I try to get up but my left arm hurts like hell. I leaned against the wall and massaged my wrist and hand, groaning in pain.
I picked up my wallet lying on the cold floor. The man I chased after was only a petty thief. I'm lucky my cover wasn't blown. I would have been dead meat.
It's an ordinary day. The sun is up, shining brightly high in the sky. By now, they must have already know about me, and my presence in the area. I know I am putting him in danger by being close to him.
The Interpol agent is here again. I take my sniper rifle from the cabinet and position myself by the window. I watch him walk towards him, a bouquet of yellow roses was hidden behind him.
I'm walking to him, feeling a bit nervous. i decide to bring him flowers, for no special reason. i just feel like giving him one.
"How are you doing?"
"Oh, it's you. I'm fine." He smiled at me.
"Ah, I have a present for you. Here." I handed him the flowers. I watch him receive my gift. He was smiling but the smile did not reach his eyes. I think he was surprised at the flowers I brought him after all, he's used to receiving daisies not roses.
"Oh, thank you. These are nice."
I wish I am the man he's been waiting for. I wish I was the Daisy man she had been waiting all along.
"It's been a week. A week without flowers." I hear him say and when I look at him, he gave me a pointed stare.
"Maybe he's afraid of me." I joked at him. He managed to give a small laugh, making me smile.
"Now that you can see me, no flowers are necessary. I can draw you by memory now." He says. I feel guilty. I still haven't told him that the man he's been waiting for wasn't me. But I don't want to lose him somehow. I have grown fond of him. I might also be harboring deep feeling for him.
"Kazuya, how much do you know of me?" I asked him.
He pretended to give me a surprised look. 'Let's see. You're name is Akanishi JIn. You're 30 years old. A businessman. And you make the best dorayaki!" He laughed.
I laughed at him too.
I shook my head before looking at him in the eyes. I wanted to tell him the truth now. I can't fool him any longer, because if I do, both of us are going to be hurt.
"Kazuya, what if I was not the one who made that dorayaki?" I asked him. "Would you still care for me?"
My question baffled him. I can tell from the expression on his face.
"What do you mean?"
I watch the two of them converse, but my eyes caught something. A few meters from them, I saw three men walking towards them. I knew from the looks of the, they were dangerous. I saw one man, push aside his shirt to reveal his gun. I quickly position myself to aim the gun. As they neared where the Interpol agent was standing with him, I saw one of the men, whip out his gun.
Before he could shoot, I already shot him on the head.
My action sparked a chain reaction. Soon enough, shooting startled the peace in the square. Screams of terrified people echoed. There were other police in the area, too. I had no idea...I did not know they were there. I just wanted to protect him. I just wanted to keep him safe.
I saw him being grabbed by the policeman into safety, trying to keep him low on the ground.
I'm being pulled low. Amidst to havoc caused by that single shot, Akanishi Jin kept me safe. He pulled me behind him and low on the ground. I ducked in instinct. I was scared. I had never imagined in my life I would be caught in a croosfire. My heart is pounding madly against my chest.
I had my hands cover my ears. The ringing of the gunshots are terrible. I turned my head. There's a child crying in the middle of the chaos, no one notices her, she might get killed!
I notice a man stealthily creeping behind the policeman. I have to do something. But I can't think, I can't think! I'm torn between doing something for him and protecting the one I love. Before I could judge better, I shot the policeman in the arm. I managed to save him in time just as the other man shot at him. But I may have made a fatal mistake.
I'm shot! I scream in pain as my arm throbbed, the bullet piercing through my flesh. I fall down on the hard concrete just as a bullet whizzed past above my head.
I stood up, running over the little girl. She's alone and scared. The sound of the guns terrify her. But before I can reach her, I suddenly fall on the ground. I felt something warm flow down from my neck and to my chest. I choke. I choked! Realization finally hit me. I've been hit by a stray bullet in my throat.
I'm shot. And from this angle could tell a sniper is up in that apartment building. I can see his rifle out in the open. My comrades continued to fire against the syndicate. I get up and met my comrade. I tell him to look after the boy, Kazuya, I saw him crouched on the concrete but I did not have a good look. I just raced towards the building and deal with the sniper.
I'm choking in my own blood. I couldn't speak. I try my best to gasp for breath, I still wanted to live. Another policeman was beside me. He called for help as he cradled me in his lap.
I kicked the door open and slowly climbed my way up. I can't see very much, there's little light. I slowly climbed the stairs and I make up the silhouette of a shadow. I shot at him. he shot me back. And then, in an instant, he stepped into the light, and I can see his face. He shot at me again and I ducked.
I see him came after me. I cannot jeopardize my identity, so I shoot him.
I raced after him, reaching the rooftop, but he was gone. I walked towards the edge of the building, and the last I saw before I lost consciousness was Kazuya, down on the ground with my comrades and other civilians surrounding him.
I made my escape. I left the building and the chaos I caused.
I can hear someone call for ambulance in a frantic tone. And then, darkness swallowed me.