All good things come in pairs
Title: Infatuations
Chapter 3/? : All good things come in pairs
Pairing: Yoshiki x Gackt
Rated: NC17
Warnings: Mpreg, Boy x Boy! Don’t Read if you don’t like, yaoi, hurt and comfort, alternate universe, ooc, gay family, doctor fetish, drug abuse, (date rape drug, previous use on Gackt) phone sex
Summary: Gackt is the head of major advertising company. One night after getting dumped, Gackt goes out partying. He meets an Arab prince and after refusing him, the man slips him a date rape drug. Gackt wakes up in bed in a hotel he has never been in before. Four weeks later, and still he has told no one about what happened. He gets a letter in the mail telling him that as a child he became a “candidate” for mpp (Male pregnancy project) imposed by the government. He gets morning sickness, takes a pregnancy test and the results are positive.
Disclaimer: all rights to their rightful owners. No copy right infringement intended, and I am making no profit from writing this, it is purely fan fiction and any resemblance to real events is coincidental and is not the author’s intent. And even if I did own them… this wouldn’t be possible….0.o right?!
(A/N: in my alternate universe Yoshiki is a natural blonde and a doctor. He and Gackt are together and Gackt is pregnant. Remember to read and comment.)
I dreamed that night. I dreamed of Yoshiki. He had tied me up to the bed with silk bonds and was making hard deep fast love with me. He pounded into me and I could feel that this was a dream, and that my body had actually moaned out loud even in my sleep.
He laughed a seductively devious laugh and kept going thrusting into my body rough and hard, taking everything and giving back in full. The helplessness I felt turning me on so much. Something the background was ringing and I couldn’t help but think it was annoying. I tried to ignore it, which wasn’t hard in this position. He had me on all fours, tied up to the bedframe. He had perfect access into my body.
“So tight and hot.” He growled into my ear.
He held my hips and slammed me down onto his length sending spirals off pleasure through my entire body. I came yelling his name. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. The bed sheets were tangled and despite the dream I was still hard and I was covered in sweat and panting hard.
I picked up the phone besides my bed and said “Hello? Who is this?” hoping my voice didn’t sound too haggard.
“Gackt it’s me Yoshiki. Are you alright? You sound like you just ran a marathon.” He said concerned.
“Oh no I’m fine, I just woke up. Funny that you should be the one to call me right now, I actually had a dream about….” I cut off there but it was too late. He could guess.
“You had a dream about whom?” he asked a wicked tone to his voice.
“I dreamed of you making hot hard love to me Yoshiki.” I murmured, sure that I was blushing furiously.
“Are you still erect?” he asked in that sexy cool voice of his.
“Yes…” I answered blushing even more.
“Touch yourself.” He ordered through the phone.
“Okay, how should I touch myself, Yoshiki?” I asked loving this. Phone sex had always been turn on for me.
“ Run the tip of your thumb over your erection. Roll your testiculs between your other hands fingers. Now imagine it’s me doing it.” He said being rather explicit. Doing as he says was turning me on like nothing else could.
I did as ordered and moaned out my pleasure unabashedly.
“Good boy. Now jerk yourself off with me in mind and tell me what you are imagining.” He instructed in a voice that implied that he was quite the fiend.
Again I obeyed his commands taking my erection in hand.
“ I’m picturing you taking me on all fours, with my hands tied. I can feel you feeding your thick erection into me. You start out slow and pick up the pace. Hitting my prostate with almost every thrust. You keep plunging deep inside of me. Your thrusts demanding I keep up with your arduous pace.” I tell him trying to explain what I had dreamed of at the same time.
“ Finger yourself. Be careful not to do it too hard, you could hurt the baby.” I did as directed and sighed at the sensation.
“I wish it was you filling me.” I frowned, feeling whiny.
“If I have my way, tonight it will be me inside of you.” He growled. He waited a moment and I could hear him panting on the other end of the line.
“Are you close?” he questioned me.
“Ooh..god Yoshiki, yes” I answered between moans of pleasure.
“Good. Now come for me.” His cold voice burning through me like ice in my veins but in the best of ways tipped me over the edge of ecstasy and dragged me far over the ledge.
I heard him come on the other end of the phone as well. He must have been masturbating while talking to me.
“Now that we have both relaxed a bit, I can explain why I actually called you in the first place. I want you to go out with me Gackt. Come with me on a date to the movies today. They are replaying Gundam Seed Destiny in theaters and I wanted to know if you would go with me?” he said calmly explaining this to me.
(a/n: I know that gsd is a series and not a movie but honestly I just couldn’t resist putting it in. For the real Gacku’s sake. You ppl’s do know that he understands English and does in fact read fan fictions that we fan girls write, right? XD)
“I would love to! What time do you want to go?” I asked him excitedly. GSD was one of my favorite shows of all time. I absolutely adore it. How could I have missed the fact that they were replaying it in theaters? Never mind. Concentrate on the sexy man on the other end of the line.
“I was thinking I’d pick you up at 7 and have supper and then go see the movie. What do you think?” he asked hopeful.
“I think that sounds wonderful, but just one thing. If we have supper at your place, who are we kidding in thinking we would ever sit through a movie when we could simply skip to the amazing sex part?” I laughed at the thought and the knowledge that what I was saying was in fact true.
“Oh you are such a tease! That’s true thought.” He laughed with me and admitted that I was right.
“Alright, I’ll take you to this lovely little place called ‘Le Rève d’Amour’ the Dream of Love, that has wonderful wine and amazing food that I think you will love. That way we can actually see the movie.” He amended his previous statement.
“See you then?” he asked simply.
“Yeah. And thanks for this morning Yoshiki. That was hot. I can’t wait to have more.” I told him making my voice low and insinuative. We said our goodbyes and hung up. Now I had only a few hours to choose what to wear.
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That evening went wonderfully well. As did the next time and the next and the next. We were soon going out steadily. We lived in each other’s homes periodically switching places, neither of us willing to lose our own houses.
The next few months flew by and we both admitted to being in love with one another. Chachamaru and You were ecstatic that I had finally found a partner who valued me for me and treated me like a king.
In private he called me his king of the night, saying that because I stayed up so late and slept so little in the night, preferring to sleep during the day, that I was becoming a vampire.
My baby grew inside me and the ultrasound looked in and saw that there was not just one baby but two. One was younger than the other by a few weeks and would be born a little while later than the first one. The younger one was Yoshiki’s baby. A little girl. The elder was a little boy.
(A/N: I checked and twins that are un-identical can have different fathers and have different ages but only by a few weeks maximum.)
A few months later and both were born. The boy with darker more tanned skin and pitch black hair and green eyes like the color of an emerald. We named him Ajira Yoshiki Camui Hayashi. My little Arab prince. He had a heart of spun gold but the spirit of tiger.
The little girl had blonde hair like her Papa and for some reason she kept her lovely deep blue eyes. Yoshiki explained to me that he had many foreigners from France in his family and it would explain her eyes and her blonde hair.
I named her Shizuka Viviane Camui Hayashi. Viviane for a lovely woman who loved me as a son when my mother didn’t. She would be the one to give me away at my wedding but she died in an accident before I could tell her about the children.
Shizuka was a silent little one and as cool and composed as her Papa. And ever as devious. Both my babies were beautiful beyond compare.
The children called Yoshiki Papa and they called me Dad. It made for and efficient difference without either of us being called mommy. Despite the fact that I was really their ‘mother’.
Chachamaru conceived again and gave birth to a small little girl with dark brown hair, snow white skin and lovely chestnut brown eyes. You was the perfect father and the pair was happier than ever. Our children played together and got along very well. We only feared the trio would become a threesome later on with Cha’s little Yuki right in the middle of it.
A while later, just after the twins had turned 4, they became inseparable. They had each other and that was what mattered to them. If one was away the other was un-happy. Their facial feature despite their different skin tones and hair was remarkably similar.
Both had slightly feminine features but not overdone, as well as lovely upturned noses and deep colored strangely eyes. They called each other the yin yang twins. It had picked up in the international world of advertisement and fashion and the Ying Yang twins were quite the formidable pair. Shizuka was Yin, and Ajira was Yang. They were closer than I would have expected. They demanded to be treated as identical twins no matter what.
When the twins turned 16 I got a phone call from a mysterious man named Yusuf Ahjimahad wanting to meet me at my company. He sounded Arabian. I answered that yes he could meet me next Wednesday. And I asked if I could know what this was all about. He said it concerned my son Ajira and his future.
I explained this to Yoshiki and asked if he would be there with me. Yoshiki said he would be there no matter what I said anyways. We left the children with Chachamaru and You. For their safety. He agreed that it would be best. Wednesday came and I was as nervous as could be. What would this man want from me?
Yusuf arrived a few minutes after us and he was not alone. Many body guards surrounded him. I realised that this man was not Ajira’s father. He was far too old to be the man from that night. Perhaps a friend of my rapist?
“You are the mother?” He pointed to me rather questioning in his gaze.
I nodded feeling rather confused.
“Who are you? I wished to speak with Mr. Gackto Kamui alone.” he asked Yoshiki in his surprisingly fluent Japanese.
“I am this Gackt’s lover. And I am father to Shizuka, my daughter and Gackt’s, who was born as a late twin to Ajira, my future step-son. We are to be married in December. ” It was true. Yoshiki had proposed to me in Romania when he had taken me away for a surprise trip claiming I needed the rest.
He chose to do so in front of a beautiful water fountain at midnight with fireworks and even a set table with five star foods laid out for us. It felt like something from a movie. He had taken me away on a surprise trip and left the kids with You and Chachamaru for the week. It had been a wonderful week.
I snapped out of my memories and focused on the men before me.
“Where is the boy? I expected you to bring him.” Yusuf said seeming frustrated.
“I want to know what you want with Ajira.” I said the imposing strong willed ceo in me coming out. Ajira’s tiger like attitude came from me of that I was certain. When you threaten my cubs you are asking to die.
“He is the son of the high prince of Lahtria. Raisa Ali eldest song of 14 sons and the high prince soon to be king of Lahtria. I have come to collect the heir. As the eldest son of the next he must be raised as such. We expect the mother of the child to come with us and join the future king’s harem. So if you please follow us. And you will direct us to where the boy is being kept. We have been to both your houses and found no one.” Yusuf told us as if this was all his decision to make.
“As polite and generous your OFFER is I must in fact decline it.” I said bluntly. I turned to walk out the door and was stopped by a big handed body guard.
“You will come with us your highness.” Yusuf said his voice firm and unbending.
I lifted an eyebrow and said “ I have my life here and Ajira has his. He would hate you for taking him away from us as well as his sister. And if I were you I would not anger my little Shizuka. She is the most fearsome woman I have ever met. And she would find a way to destroy you or anyone for taking her brother.
And believe me when I say, my company is by no means weak or small. We have many political alliances which we would utilise in full. My friend Jon for example is an ambassador for the United States of America and has much pull. We are very close friends as well as inseparable business partners.” I stated hoping to dissuade them without having to bring out the guns.
“It was not a request your highness, we have a plane on standby. Your things will be brought with you later on. You will be crowned high consort of Lahtria in two days’ time.” Yusuf continued clearly un-impressed by my statement. A large hand gripped my shoulder painfully. I rolled my eyes and used a ju-jitsu technic that hurts like a bitch, pardon my French, to remove the crab grip that the body guard had on me.
“Apparently you still do not understand who you are talking to. My daughter Shizuka has developed very helpful friendships with many politicians’ worldwide children as well as with Yukihiro Chachamaru Corporation’s heir. Thick as thieves little Yuki and Shizuka are. I’m sure you have heard of them, YCC is indeed the strongest most connected company in the world especially in the oil industry. Ajira on the other had has started his own company in coalition with our own.
Dreaming of Lovely Snow he called it. DOLS for short, you may have seen it in the news. That a 16 year old boy has much power over the major trends in parts Asia especially China and Hong Kong but that isn’t all. He has control over the clothing trends everywhere here in Japan as well as in South Korea and most of the south of France where he spends his summer flirting with the prime ministers daughters. In England he is best friends with the princes there and has fun hunting with them every week he has off. Both my children speak 5 different languages and are working with multi-billion corporations. Shizuka and Ajira are known in China as super models for the Yin Yang line. They call each other by those nick names. Shizuka is Yin and Ajira is Yang.” The big body guard lunged for me and I floored him in less than two seconds.
“That is illegal assault in my country sir. Maybe I should just report you to the police. Or maybe I could have a chat with my friends in the judicial system? I’m sure judge Kuramoto would love to hear my case at trial. Honey pies are his favorite after all.
And then there are my friends in the black markets, I really can’t go into details about them, you see I could end up dead if I did should I contact them as well?” the man shook his head violently. I locked his elbow into place and put my knee on his back. Holding him to the floor.
“No? Well then good. Now if you please allow me to continue explaining about my family. Ajira goes to the best karate master in the world as does Shizuka. Not to mention that at sixteen years of age they know four different kinds of martial arts all black belt level as do I except I know six. They’ll get there soon enough, don’t you think? Now tell me did you notice I never bother with body guards in my building? Well that’s because twice a week I make sure all my employees know at least three kinds of martial arts in black belt level.
They are all as loyal to me as a veritable army. And this is only the first branch of 35 branches throughout the world. I must have over a million employees working for me, all loyal as dogs. And I reward them handsomely for it. Money is a wonderful bone you realise. Here in Japan I go golfing with the prime minister every Sunday. Lovely man he is. I like his son’s ideas as well.
My fiancée, Yoshiki is world renowned Doctor with many rich and powerful patients who owe him very big favours. The Russian prime minister for one, the Chinese prime minister for two. As well as the Canadian PM and he has wonderful relations to the queen of England as well as wonderfully influential family ties in France who own most of Europe’s medical supplies as well as have a great say in the countries health care systems which gives them much power.
Which we have all saved for such a rainy day. Well I think you have heard enough to get my point. Do not, I repeat do not mess with my family. We will cut you down as quickly as you went up. Your small country of what 3 million people and an army of 700 000 people with limited combat skills could fall flat on its face. You still want to mess with me?” I said in a very cold and composed voice.
Yoshiki usually very cold and emotionless towards strangers burst out laughing. These people had managed to piss off the Tiger demon lord of Camuibara Corporation. Bad move dumbass. I hadn’t done nothing in the last 16 and a half years. Not to mention my father’s legacy was not nothing to start with. 10 branches of a strong company was a decent enough start.
The body guards looked at me with such respect that they might just prove to be allies. Yusuf remained unbending in his request but appeared slightly shaken. I did hide my connexions rather well. We as family made sure to keep our weapons hidden.
Better to keep a hidden blade visible and hide the bazooka so that when you need it, it’s there. I meant it when I said Chachamaru made the best recommendations. Yoshiki was indeed the best possible partner for me.
I turned around to Yoshiki and dusted my hands theatrically. Yoshiki’s face turned to one of shock and anger. I heard him yell my name and I knowing something bad had happened. A man wrapped a gag of chloroform around my face. My reaction was to grab the man’s arms and cause bruising that would hurt like a bitch and then kick back behind me making the man fall to his knees.
I knew I had inhaled too much chloroform to stay awake so as a last resort I hit the button on my cell that would sound the alarm in the building and send messages to my contacts that I needed help. The beeping started and the people outside my office door pounded on it and had it broken down in under five seconds. I heard shouts and then I hit the ground. I wasn’t too afraid that my kidnappers would succeed. Unfortunately the body guards were a lot bigger than the people who work for me.
Ah the brilliance of planning ahead. I had thought this kind of thing might happen. I may be a bit of a slut when it comes to loving people but I was not an idiot with my company.
There were three emergency buttons I had set up and the one I had pressed was the kidnapping button. It allowed the user to be traced anywhere in the world with a chip that was embedded in the left part of the pelvic bone. Un-noticeable by metal detector and traceable anywhere. Be it air, sea or land. So did the children thank goodness. And Yoshiki as well. The children would also be notified and would take all the arms and use many favors to save me. I do fear that Ajira may be taken away as well.
I fainted then and Yoshiki yelled loudly for help. I heard the stomping of feet and the sound of tazzer guns ringing. Some of Yusuf’s body guards did nothing to help the others. I would try to spare them when I wake up. Yoshiki… I love you. It was my last thought before darkness took me.
~the end for now~
(A/N: Oh btw the “pardon my French” part is doubly ironic as I am in fact French Canadian. If anyone needs a reliable French translation, just ask, I’m always willing, the sluttier the translation all the more I would love to tell you how to write it in French. It is my first language after all. Evil plot bunnies, n’est ce pas? You know you love me! Mwahahahahahahaaaaaa *deep breath* …*cough*I know I need to finish the Aoi Gacku series and I will. Not to mention the piano fic. Which is half way done. But don’t worry I should have the next chappie up right away. And the next chappie is intense so it may be a tad long. ^^ Comment and Criticise c’est toujours de l’amour mes chères. Translation: it’s always love my dears.)
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Chapter 3/? : All good things come in pairs
Pairing: Yoshiki x Gackt
Rated: NC17
Warnings: Mpreg, Boy x Boy! Don’t Read if you don’t like, yaoi, hurt and comfort, alternate universe, ooc, gay family, doctor fetish, drug abuse, (date rape drug, previous use on Gackt) phone sex
Summary: Gackt is the head of major advertising company. One night after getting dumped, Gackt goes out partying. He meets an Arab prince and after refusing him, the man slips him a date rape drug. Gackt wakes up in bed in a hotel he has never been in before. Four weeks later, and still he has told no one about what happened. He gets a letter in the mail telling him that as a child he became a “candidate” for mpp (Male pregnancy project) imposed by the government. He gets morning sickness, takes a pregnancy test and the results are positive.
Disclaimer: all rights to their rightful owners. No copy right infringement intended, and I am making no profit from writing this, it is purely fan fiction and any resemblance to real events is coincidental and is not the author’s intent. And even if I did own them… this wouldn’t be possible….0.o right?!
(A/N: in my alternate universe Yoshiki is a natural blonde and a doctor. He and Gackt are together and Gackt is pregnant. Remember to read and comment.)
I dreamed that night. I dreamed of Yoshiki. He had tied me up to the bed with silk bonds and was making hard deep fast love with me. He pounded into me and I could feel that this was a dream, and that my body had actually moaned out loud even in my sleep.
He laughed a seductively devious laugh and kept going thrusting into my body rough and hard, taking everything and giving back in full. The helplessness I felt turning me on so much. Something the background was ringing and I couldn’t help but think it was annoying. I tried to ignore it, which wasn’t hard in this position. He had me on all fours, tied up to the bedframe. He had perfect access into my body.
“So tight and hot.” He growled into my ear.
He held my hips and slammed me down onto his length sending spirals off pleasure through my entire body. I came yelling his name. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. The bed sheets were tangled and despite the dream I was still hard and I was covered in sweat and panting hard.
I picked up the phone besides my bed and said “Hello? Who is this?” hoping my voice didn’t sound too haggard.
“Gackt it’s me Yoshiki. Are you alright? You sound like you just ran a marathon.” He said concerned.
“Oh no I’m fine, I just woke up. Funny that you should be the one to call me right now, I actually had a dream about….” I cut off there but it was too late. He could guess.
“You had a dream about whom?” he asked a wicked tone to his voice.
“I dreamed of you making hot hard love to me Yoshiki.” I murmured, sure that I was blushing furiously.
“Are you still erect?” he asked in that sexy cool voice of his.
“Yes…” I answered blushing even more.
“Touch yourself.” He ordered through the phone.
“Okay, how should I touch myself, Yoshiki?” I asked loving this. Phone sex had always been turn on for me.
“ Run the tip of your thumb over your erection. Roll your testiculs between your other hands fingers. Now imagine it’s me doing it.” He said being rather explicit. Doing as he says was turning me on like nothing else could.
I did as ordered and moaned out my pleasure unabashedly.
“Good boy. Now jerk yourself off with me in mind and tell me what you are imagining.” He instructed in a voice that implied that he was quite the fiend.
Again I obeyed his commands taking my erection in hand.
“ I’m picturing you taking me on all fours, with my hands tied. I can feel you feeding your thick erection into me. You start out slow and pick up the pace. Hitting my prostate with almost every thrust. You keep plunging deep inside of me. Your thrusts demanding I keep up with your arduous pace.” I tell him trying to explain what I had dreamed of at the same time.
“ Finger yourself. Be careful not to do it too hard, you could hurt the baby.” I did as directed and sighed at the sensation.
“I wish it was you filling me.” I frowned, feeling whiny.
“If I have my way, tonight it will be me inside of you.” He growled. He waited a moment and I could hear him panting on the other end of the line.
“Are you close?” he questioned me.
“Ooh..god Yoshiki, yes” I answered between moans of pleasure.
“Good. Now come for me.” His cold voice burning through me like ice in my veins but in the best of ways tipped me over the edge of ecstasy and dragged me far over the ledge.
I heard him come on the other end of the phone as well. He must have been masturbating while talking to me.
“Now that we have both relaxed a bit, I can explain why I actually called you in the first place. I want you to go out with me Gackt. Come with me on a date to the movies today. They are replaying Gundam Seed Destiny in theaters and I wanted to know if you would go with me?” he said calmly explaining this to me.
(a/n: I know that gsd is a series and not a movie but honestly I just couldn’t resist putting it in. For the real Gacku’s sake. You ppl’s do know that he understands English and does in fact read fan fictions that we fan girls write, right? XD)
“I would love to! What time do you want to go?” I asked him excitedly. GSD was one of my favorite shows of all time. I absolutely adore it. How could I have missed the fact that they were replaying it in theaters? Never mind. Concentrate on the sexy man on the other end of the line.
“I was thinking I’d pick you up at 7 and have supper and then go see the movie. What do you think?” he asked hopeful.
“I think that sounds wonderful, but just one thing. If we have supper at your place, who are we kidding in thinking we would ever sit through a movie when we could simply skip to the amazing sex part?” I laughed at the thought and the knowledge that what I was saying was in fact true.
“Oh you are such a tease! That’s true thought.” He laughed with me and admitted that I was right.
“Alright, I’ll take you to this lovely little place called ‘Le Rève d’Amour’ the Dream of Love, that has wonderful wine and amazing food that I think you will love. That way we can actually see the movie.” He amended his previous statement.
“See you then?” he asked simply.
“Yeah. And thanks for this morning Yoshiki. That was hot. I can’t wait to have more.” I told him making my voice low and insinuative. We said our goodbyes and hung up. Now I had only a few hours to choose what to wear.
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That evening went wonderfully well. As did the next time and the next and the next. We were soon going out steadily. We lived in each other’s homes periodically switching places, neither of us willing to lose our own houses.
The next few months flew by and we both admitted to being in love with one another. Chachamaru and You were ecstatic that I had finally found a partner who valued me for me and treated me like a king.
In private he called me his king of the night, saying that because I stayed up so late and slept so little in the night, preferring to sleep during the day, that I was becoming a vampire.
My baby grew inside me and the ultrasound looked in and saw that there was not just one baby but two. One was younger than the other by a few weeks and would be born a little while later than the first one. The younger one was Yoshiki’s baby. A little girl. The elder was a little boy.
(A/N: I checked and twins that are un-identical can have different fathers and have different ages but only by a few weeks maximum.)
A few months later and both were born. The boy with darker more tanned skin and pitch black hair and green eyes like the color of an emerald. We named him Ajira Yoshiki Camui Hayashi. My little Arab prince. He had a heart of spun gold but the spirit of tiger.
The little girl had blonde hair like her Papa and for some reason she kept her lovely deep blue eyes. Yoshiki explained to me that he had many foreigners from France in his family and it would explain her eyes and her blonde hair.
I named her Shizuka Viviane Camui Hayashi. Viviane for a lovely woman who loved me as a son when my mother didn’t. She would be the one to give me away at my wedding but she died in an accident before I could tell her about the children.
Shizuka was a silent little one and as cool and composed as her Papa. And ever as devious. Both my babies were beautiful beyond compare.
The children called Yoshiki Papa and they called me Dad. It made for and efficient difference without either of us being called mommy. Despite the fact that I was really their ‘mother’.
Chachamaru conceived again and gave birth to a small little girl with dark brown hair, snow white skin and lovely chestnut brown eyes. You was the perfect father and the pair was happier than ever. Our children played together and got along very well. We only feared the trio would become a threesome later on with Cha’s little Yuki right in the middle of it.
A while later, just after the twins had turned 4, they became inseparable. They had each other and that was what mattered to them. If one was away the other was un-happy. Their facial feature despite their different skin tones and hair was remarkably similar.
Both had slightly feminine features but not overdone, as well as lovely upturned noses and deep colored strangely eyes. They called each other the yin yang twins. It had picked up in the international world of advertisement and fashion and the Ying Yang twins were quite the formidable pair. Shizuka was Yin, and Ajira was Yang. They were closer than I would have expected. They demanded to be treated as identical twins no matter what.
When the twins turned 16 I got a phone call from a mysterious man named Yusuf Ahjimahad wanting to meet me at my company. He sounded Arabian. I answered that yes he could meet me next Wednesday. And I asked if I could know what this was all about. He said it concerned my son Ajira and his future.
I explained this to Yoshiki and asked if he would be there with me. Yoshiki said he would be there no matter what I said anyways. We left the children with Chachamaru and You. For their safety. He agreed that it would be best. Wednesday came and I was as nervous as could be. What would this man want from me?
Yusuf arrived a few minutes after us and he was not alone. Many body guards surrounded him. I realised that this man was not Ajira’s father. He was far too old to be the man from that night. Perhaps a friend of my rapist?
“You are the mother?” He pointed to me rather questioning in his gaze.
I nodded feeling rather confused.
“Who are you? I wished to speak with Mr. Gackto Kamui alone.” he asked Yoshiki in his surprisingly fluent Japanese.
“I am this Gackt’s lover. And I am father to Shizuka, my daughter and Gackt’s, who was born as a late twin to Ajira, my future step-son. We are to be married in December. ” It was true. Yoshiki had proposed to me in Romania when he had taken me away for a surprise trip claiming I needed the rest.
He chose to do so in front of a beautiful water fountain at midnight with fireworks and even a set table with five star foods laid out for us. It felt like something from a movie. He had taken me away on a surprise trip and left the kids with You and Chachamaru for the week. It had been a wonderful week.
I snapped out of my memories and focused on the men before me.
“Where is the boy? I expected you to bring him.” Yusuf said seeming frustrated.
“I want to know what you want with Ajira.” I said the imposing strong willed ceo in me coming out. Ajira’s tiger like attitude came from me of that I was certain. When you threaten my cubs you are asking to die.
“He is the son of the high prince of Lahtria. Raisa Ali eldest song of 14 sons and the high prince soon to be king of Lahtria. I have come to collect the heir. As the eldest son of the next he must be raised as such. We expect the mother of the child to come with us and join the future king’s harem. So if you please follow us. And you will direct us to where the boy is being kept. We have been to both your houses and found no one.” Yusuf told us as if this was all his decision to make.
“As polite and generous your OFFER is I must in fact decline it.” I said bluntly. I turned to walk out the door and was stopped by a big handed body guard.
“You will come with us your highness.” Yusuf said his voice firm and unbending.
I lifted an eyebrow and said “ I have my life here and Ajira has his. He would hate you for taking him away from us as well as his sister. And if I were you I would not anger my little Shizuka. She is the most fearsome woman I have ever met. And she would find a way to destroy you or anyone for taking her brother.
And believe me when I say, my company is by no means weak or small. We have many political alliances which we would utilise in full. My friend Jon for example is an ambassador for the United States of America and has much pull. We are very close friends as well as inseparable business partners.” I stated hoping to dissuade them without having to bring out the guns.
“It was not a request your highness, we have a plane on standby. Your things will be brought with you later on. You will be crowned high consort of Lahtria in two days’ time.” Yusuf continued clearly un-impressed by my statement. A large hand gripped my shoulder painfully. I rolled my eyes and used a ju-jitsu technic that hurts like a bitch, pardon my French, to remove the crab grip that the body guard had on me.
“Apparently you still do not understand who you are talking to. My daughter Shizuka has developed very helpful friendships with many politicians’ worldwide children as well as with Yukihiro Chachamaru Corporation’s heir. Thick as thieves little Yuki and Shizuka are. I’m sure you have heard of them, YCC is indeed the strongest most connected company in the world especially in the oil industry. Ajira on the other had has started his own company in coalition with our own.
Dreaming of Lovely Snow he called it. DOLS for short, you may have seen it in the news. That a 16 year old boy has much power over the major trends in parts Asia especially China and Hong Kong but that isn’t all. He has control over the clothing trends everywhere here in Japan as well as in South Korea and most of the south of France where he spends his summer flirting with the prime ministers daughters. In England he is best friends with the princes there and has fun hunting with them every week he has off. Both my children speak 5 different languages and are working with multi-billion corporations. Shizuka and Ajira are known in China as super models for the Yin Yang line. They call each other by those nick names. Shizuka is Yin and Ajira is Yang.” The big body guard lunged for me and I floored him in less than two seconds.
“That is illegal assault in my country sir. Maybe I should just report you to the police. Or maybe I could have a chat with my friends in the judicial system? I’m sure judge Kuramoto would love to hear my case at trial. Honey pies are his favorite after all.
And then there are my friends in the black markets, I really can’t go into details about them, you see I could end up dead if I did should I contact them as well?” the man shook his head violently. I locked his elbow into place and put my knee on his back. Holding him to the floor.
“No? Well then good. Now if you please allow me to continue explaining about my family. Ajira goes to the best karate master in the world as does Shizuka. Not to mention that at sixteen years of age they know four different kinds of martial arts all black belt level as do I except I know six. They’ll get there soon enough, don’t you think? Now tell me did you notice I never bother with body guards in my building? Well that’s because twice a week I make sure all my employees know at least three kinds of martial arts in black belt level.
They are all as loyal to me as a veritable army. And this is only the first branch of 35 branches throughout the world. I must have over a million employees working for me, all loyal as dogs. And I reward them handsomely for it. Money is a wonderful bone you realise. Here in Japan I go golfing with the prime minister every Sunday. Lovely man he is. I like his son’s ideas as well.
My fiancée, Yoshiki is world renowned Doctor with many rich and powerful patients who owe him very big favours. The Russian prime minister for one, the Chinese prime minister for two. As well as the Canadian PM and he has wonderful relations to the queen of England as well as wonderfully influential family ties in France who own most of Europe’s medical supplies as well as have a great say in the countries health care systems which gives them much power.
Which we have all saved for such a rainy day. Well I think you have heard enough to get my point. Do not, I repeat do not mess with my family. We will cut you down as quickly as you went up. Your small country of what 3 million people and an army of 700 000 people with limited combat skills could fall flat on its face. You still want to mess with me?” I said in a very cold and composed voice.
Yoshiki usually very cold and emotionless towards strangers burst out laughing. These people had managed to piss off the Tiger demon lord of Camuibara Corporation. Bad move dumbass. I hadn’t done nothing in the last 16 and a half years. Not to mention my father’s legacy was not nothing to start with. 10 branches of a strong company was a decent enough start.
The body guards looked at me with such respect that they might just prove to be allies. Yusuf remained unbending in his request but appeared slightly shaken. I did hide my connexions rather well. We as family made sure to keep our weapons hidden.
Better to keep a hidden blade visible and hide the bazooka so that when you need it, it’s there. I meant it when I said Chachamaru made the best recommendations. Yoshiki was indeed the best possible partner for me.
I turned around to Yoshiki and dusted my hands theatrically. Yoshiki’s face turned to one of shock and anger. I heard him yell my name and I knowing something bad had happened. A man wrapped a gag of chloroform around my face. My reaction was to grab the man’s arms and cause bruising that would hurt like a bitch and then kick back behind me making the man fall to his knees.
I knew I had inhaled too much chloroform to stay awake so as a last resort I hit the button on my cell that would sound the alarm in the building and send messages to my contacts that I needed help. The beeping started and the people outside my office door pounded on it and had it broken down in under five seconds. I heard shouts and then I hit the ground. I wasn’t too afraid that my kidnappers would succeed. Unfortunately the body guards were a lot bigger than the people who work for me.
Ah the brilliance of planning ahead. I had thought this kind of thing might happen. I may be a bit of a slut when it comes to loving people but I was not an idiot with my company.
There were three emergency buttons I had set up and the one I had pressed was the kidnapping button. It allowed the user to be traced anywhere in the world with a chip that was embedded in the left part of the pelvic bone. Un-noticeable by metal detector and traceable anywhere. Be it air, sea or land. So did the children thank goodness. And Yoshiki as well. The children would also be notified and would take all the arms and use many favors to save me. I do fear that Ajira may be taken away as well.
I fainted then and Yoshiki yelled loudly for help. I heard the stomping of feet and the sound of tazzer guns ringing. Some of Yusuf’s body guards did nothing to help the others. I would try to spare them when I wake up. Yoshiki… I love you. It was my last thought before darkness took me.
~the end for now~
(A/N: Oh btw the “pardon my French” part is doubly ironic as I am in fact French Canadian. If anyone needs a reliable French translation, just ask, I’m always willing, the sluttier the translation all the more I would love to tell you how to write it in French. It is my first language after all. Evil plot bunnies, n’est ce pas? You know you love me! Mwahahahahahahaaaaaa *deep breath* …*cough*I know I need to finish the Aoi Gacku series and I will. Not to mention the piano fic. Which is half way done. But don’t worry I should have the next chappie up right away. And the next chappie is intense so it may be a tad long. ^^ Comment and Criticise c’est toujours de l’amour mes chères. Translation: it’s always love my dears.)
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