Solving Problems
Now, for an entirely different fandom. This is a VF (Viewfinder) fic that I wrote for a challenge on the vf_scribbles lj. The theme was Mathematics (how could I resist?), and there was a 75 minute time-limit. For some reason, I am inordinately proud of this fic. I need counseling.
There has been one change to the original, due to my lack of research into the various extant denominations of paper money in Japan. Sadly, the 50,000 yen note does not exist. I was greatly tempted to leave it in and call it artistic license. Curse this conscience of mine.
Oh, almost forgot... I do not own anything associated with the Viewfinder universe, although I hope to buy the manga sometime soon. Props to Yamane Ayano. You go girl.
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Solving Problems
Takaba's rent had gone up. Again. He hadn't quite realized just how
close to the edge he'd been living until this latest rent hike. He'd
managed to squeak by last month, but this month was proving a little
more challenging. He sighed and redid the math. Nothing had changed.
Shit. Everyone insists that math is so great because there's only one
answer. Idiots. Where the hell was he going to get an extra 15,000
yen?
Maybe, just maybe... he should go back to investigating Asami. He'd
actually stopped chasing the bastard for the past couple months, but,
rent aside, that decision definitely was not helping his finances. Oh,
he'd never gotten the goods on Asami himself, but follow a major yakuza
boss around and you're bound to pick up a few extra stories along the
way.
Still... he'd stopped for a reason. The sex might feel great now, but
it certainly hadn't started that way, and Takaba had decided that, for
his own peace of mind, it was time to move on. Besides, it wasn't as
if he actually liked guys. It's just that Asami... His hand strayed
unconsciously from the tabletop to his lap.
Damnit! He was not going to jerk off to thoughts of that prick again!
He stared once again at the figures in front of him, but thoughts of
Asami are apparently not so easily abandoned. He let his hand stray
toward his crotch again...
Which is when he heard noises at the door. A key being inserted into
the lock, to be exact. He was halfway to his bedroom, his mind fixed
on finding a place to hide, before he remembered what had happened the
last time he'd tried to pretend he wasn't in when Asami showed up. And
there was no question that this was Asami.
"Akihito. Long time no see." A slow drawl, a few quick steps, and
Takaba was drowning in the sensation of Asami: his mouth, his hands,
his scent. "Hard already. Were you thinking of me?"
As usual, Takaba had no real chance to reply before being shoved roughly
to his knees and silently directed to use his mouth for things more
constructive than speech. It might have been months since the
last time he'd done this, but apparently sex with Asami was like riding
a bicycle. Only more... mmmm... enjoyable.
It was certainly distracting enough that he didn't really notice when
they moved to the bed. Or how exactly they both managed to lose all of
their clothing. But it was rather hard not to notice when Asami stuck
his fingers in. And it was even harder to miss those fingers being
replaced by something much more filling. And, given the number of
times that event recurred during the night, Asami was fairly intent on
making sure it wasn't overlooked.
Naturally, Asami was gone by the time he woke up the next day. At least
he'd been saved from fantasizing again about that bastard. Now he
just had to solve the rent problem. He almost laughed aloud when he
realized Asami had solved that for him too. And the solution was so
Asami: five 10,000 yen notes and a scrawl: "I think you need to recheck
your addition."
*****
Why do I love this fic so much? *huggles fic*
ryo
There has been one change to the original, due to my lack of research into the various extant denominations of paper money in Japan. Sadly, the 50,000 yen note does not exist. I was greatly tempted to leave it in and call it artistic license. Curse this conscience of mine.
Oh, almost forgot... I do not own anything associated with the Viewfinder universe, although I hope to buy the manga sometime soon. Props to Yamane Ayano. You go girl.
*****
Solving Problems
Takaba's rent had gone up. Again. He hadn't quite realized just how
close to the edge he'd been living until this latest rent hike. He'd
managed to squeak by last month, but this month was proving a little
more challenging. He sighed and redid the math. Nothing had changed.
Shit. Everyone insists that math is so great because there's only one
answer. Idiots. Where the hell was he going to get an extra 15,000
yen?
Maybe, just maybe... he should go back to investigating Asami. He'd
actually stopped chasing the bastard for the past couple months, but,
rent aside, that decision definitely was not helping his finances. Oh,
he'd never gotten the goods on Asami himself, but follow a major yakuza
boss around and you're bound to pick up a few extra stories along the
way.
Still... he'd stopped for a reason. The sex might feel great now, but
it certainly hadn't started that way, and Takaba had decided that, for
his own peace of mind, it was time to move on. Besides, it wasn't as
if he actually liked guys. It's just that Asami... His hand strayed
unconsciously from the tabletop to his lap.
Damnit! He was not going to jerk off to thoughts of that prick again!
He stared once again at the figures in front of him, but thoughts of
Asami are apparently not so easily abandoned. He let his hand stray
toward his crotch again...
Which is when he heard noises at the door. A key being inserted into
the lock, to be exact. He was halfway to his bedroom, his mind fixed
on finding a place to hide, before he remembered what had happened the
last time he'd tried to pretend he wasn't in when Asami showed up. And
there was no question that this was Asami.
"Akihito. Long time no see." A slow drawl, a few quick steps, and
Takaba was drowning in the sensation of Asami: his mouth, his hands,
his scent. "Hard already. Were you thinking of me?"
As usual, Takaba had no real chance to reply before being shoved roughly
to his knees and silently directed to use his mouth for things more
constructive than speech. It might have been months since the
last time he'd done this, but apparently sex with Asami was like riding
a bicycle. Only more... mmmm... enjoyable.
It was certainly distracting enough that he didn't really notice when
they moved to the bed. Or how exactly they both managed to lose all of
their clothing. But it was rather hard not to notice when Asami stuck
his fingers in. And it was even harder to miss those fingers being
replaced by something much more filling. And, given the number of
times that event recurred during the night, Asami was fairly intent on
making sure it wasn't overlooked.
Naturally, Asami was gone by the time he woke up the next day. At least
he'd been saved from fantasizing again about that bastard. Now he
just had to solve the rent problem. He almost laughed aloud when he
realized Asami had solved that for him too. And the solution was so
Asami: five 10,000 yen notes and a scrawl: "I think you need to recheck
your addition."
*****
Why do I love this fic so much? *huggles fic*
ryo