Fic: Yuushi's Saturday Night
Who: Oshitari Yuushi
What: After Monday's talk with Kenya, Yuushi makes a plan...
Rating: PG-13 for swear words and violence
Comment:So, this is basically a little fic-1400 words, about what Yuushi did On Saturday Evening In Tokyo.
Yuushi burned with a hatred he had never in his life felt. It consumed him, blinded him to anything besides this fire, the dark passion he had burning in his very veins. To think that someone could bring his Kenya. His Kenya to tears….that bastard had another thing coming if he thought he was getting away with it.
The plan was perfect. After all, Yuushi was a genius, and very rarely did he miscalculate things. His Grandmother Oshitari was having a little soirée, only 60 or so of the wealthy, powerful individuals that ran in the same circle as the Oshitaris’ did. And his grandmother did so love him-he knew it, he was a favorite. Actually, he was a favorite of most of his relatives. And tonight, he’d just see how far that favoritism went.
Getting off the plane at Tokyo International Airport from the shuttle flight, jacket and messenger bag in hand, he slipped it on as he darted through families and business men. He was on a mission, and Yuushi soon found an empty taxi and ordered it to drive him to the post neighborhood his Grandma lived in. Closing his eyes, Yuushi sighed, trying to keep himself calm. But the tuxedo he was wearing was biting at his neck, so he reached up to rearrange it slightly. His grandma would kill him if he was not dressed to perfection while there were people to impress. The taxi ride was long, but the bluenette stayed as calm as he could-he knew the plan, and one way or another, he was going to let him know not to fuck with Yuushi or his cousin.
Soon enough, the taxi slowed, and Yuushi opened his dark eyes, getting out of the car as he pulled his wallet out to give the driver his dues and a hefty tip. “No, you don’t have to stay, thanks.” He drawled out-his English accent still mingling with his kansai-ben. He pulled something out of his messenger bag as the taxi drove off the long driveway, and smiled. Perfect-the gardenia was still perfect in its little case. Pulling it out-the stem just long enough so he could tuck it into his grandmother’s hair, he left his bag on the steps before opening the door. Since there was a party going on, he didn’t have to worry about anyone greeting him.
Once inside the small ballroom, Yuushi’s eyes scanned for the two people he wanted to see. He started walking through the crowd-but was stopped constantly and being the good grandson, put on the act of ‘it is such a pleasure to see you.’ And ‘yes, I came home to surprise grandma. I should find her’. And after fifteen minutes of that, he finally found her. Sneaking up behind her, he pulled her into his arms, and sunk the gardenia into her hair above her left ear.
“Yuushi?” His beloved grandmother asked, as he spun her around and grinned down at her. Petite and powerful, his grandma looked up at him with happy shock for a split second.
“Obaa-chan.” He whispered, and bent to kiss her cheek. “Hello. How are you?”
“Yuushi-chan, you’ve gotten even taller! What are you doing here?” She asked, eyes dancing with joy-but her lips not smiling. She was in public after all, and she had to save face.
“I’ve grown four inches just last week.” Yuushi teased, winking at his grandma. “And I came to waltz you around the floor, to show everyone how it’s done properly. But first, I need to speak to Uncle.” He had just spotted him, near the door leading to the Veranda. Bending to kiss her cheek again, he excused himself. “Just a bit of business, Grandma. Be back in a few minutes.”
Walking purposefully toward his Uncle, he called out a greeting, and when his Uncle turned, he saw the shock on his face, before Yuushi pulled his fist back and socked his uncle as hard as he could in the jaw. He heard the crunch, and knew he’d broken a tooth. The sickening groan from his Uncle alerted a few people around him, and he just calmly smiled at them. “Excuse us. We have business.” He hauled his uncle upright and pushed him out and onto the Veranda, shutting the door behind him.
As soon as the door was shut, he turned and grabbed his Uncle by the lapels and dragged him up, getting within an inch of his face. “Now listen good, and listen well, you motherfucker.” He whispered with steel in his voice. “Cause I’m only gonna say this once. You stay away from Kenya. You don’t talk bad to him, you don’t hurt him, because if there is a next time, I won’t just break your tooth. I’ll fucking kill you, and drag you bloody carcass through the mud.”
Yuushi’s Uncle tried to fight Yuushi-to get him to let go of him, but it was useless. “He’s my son, and I’ll do what I-” The rest of the words were cut off as Yuushi brought his knee to his Uncle’s gut.
“You didn’t hear me right, Uncle. If you so much as make Kenya-chan upset, if you so much as make him cry, you’ll wish you were dead. Or should I let the media know about a certain person called Suzuki Tomika?” Yuushi had known about the patient for years-he had found the file in his Uncle’s desk when he was 10. It was a malpractice suit waiting to happen, but for some reason, Uncle was able to hush up the death of the woman without fingers being pointed at him for malpractice. But Yuushi knew better. He’d been looking through files, copying some at random so he could study them; learn from them, to help him in his future career as a doctor. But this file, this Suzuki Tomika…she shouldn’t have died. But he had botched the simple surgery, and the end result had ended in her death. When he saw it, he went back to his Uncle’s office and took the original. He had no idea why he had done that, but now….he was glad he had the insurance.
His Uncle paled at the words-and the fact that he had the wind knocked out of him. Yuushi let him go, watching him collapse on the ground. “You hurt him again, and your career is dead. I have the file. Didn’t think you’d miss it.” Yuushi drawled out cruelly. “Now…you leave Kenya-chan alone, and you let him come home, and go back to camp as he pleases. You let him date whoever the fuck he wants to, You will allow him to run, or play tennis, or any career he wants to pursue.…and you will never lock him in his room, you will not even touch his shoes, you will never lay a finger on him…or anyone else. Or I’ll bury you alive.” Yuushi paused, the sneer on his face turning into a bland smile. “Good evening, Uncle.” He gave him a mock bow, and opened the door to the Veranda, shutting it behind him. Straightening his bow-tie, he bowed to the people gasping nearby. “Please excuse me for my behavoir.” He said sweetly, giving them innocent smiles. Scanning the ballroom, he sauntered across the room until he was in front of his grandma. Yuushi bowed, and offered her his hand, sweeping her up into waltz, gliding to the music perfectly as if he hadn’t just beat his Uncle up and blackmailed him.
His Grandma smiled perfectly as they danced. “What was that about, Yuushi-chan?” She asked, eyeing her grandson. Trust Grandma to see everything that went on in her home.
“Just business, Grandmother. I am sorry. You might want to have a dentist called.” He added, idly. “Oh, and I would like to take my car back, when I leave in a few minutes, if that’s alright?” He had missed his car lately, and why not bring it to camp? They had a car ferry to the island.
Grandma sighed, and rolled her eyes. “Of course, dear one. Now, don’t forget to say hello to Osamu-san and his family. They are very good friends of the family.”
“I wouldn’t dream of not saying hello. I’ll do that after our dance. Than, I’m afraid, I really must get back to school.” Yuushi drawled. He had to make sure his cousin was alright. Cause he would always be there for him, and do anything for him. ‘Yuu-chan will always be there for Ya-chan.’ He promised to himself.
And for those curious, this is his car: http://www.remarkablecars.com/classic-british-cars.jpg
What: After Monday's talk with Kenya, Yuushi makes a plan...
Rating: PG-13 for swear words and violence
Comment:So, this is basically a little fic-1400 words, about what Yuushi did On Saturday Evening In Tokyo.
Yuushi burned with a hatred he had never in his life felt. It consumed him, blinded him to anything besides this fire, the dark passion he had burning in his very veins. To think that someone could bring his Kenya. His Kenya to tears….that bastard had another thing coming if he thought he was getting away with it.
The plan was perfect. After all, Yuushi was a genius, and very rarely did he miscalculate things. His Grandmother Oshitari was having a little soirée, only 60 or so of the wealthy, powerful individuals that ran in the same circle as the Oshitaris’ did. And his grandmother did so love him-he knew it, he was a favorite. Actually, he was a favorite of most of his relatives. And tonight, he’d just see how far that favoritism went.
Getting off the plane at Tokyo International Airport from the shuttle flight, jacket and messenger bag in hand, he slipped it on as he darted through families and business men. He was on a mission, and Yuushi soon found an empty taxi and ordered it to drive him to the post neighborhood his Grandma lived in. Closing his eyes, Yuushi sighed, trying to keep himself calm. But the tuxedo he was wearing was biting at his neck, so he reached up to rearrange it slightly. His grandma would kill him if he was not dressed to perfection while there were people to impress. The taxi ride was long, but the bluenette stayed as calm as he could-he knew the plan, and one way or another, he was going to let him know not to fuck with Yuushi or his cousin.
Soon enough, the taxi slowed, and Yuushi opened his dark eyes, getting out of the car as he pulled his wallet out to give the driver his dues and a hefty tip. “No, you don’t have to stay, thanks.” He drawled out-his English accent still mingling with his kansai-ben. He pulled something out of his messenger bag as the taxi drove off the long driveway, and smiled. Perfect-the gardenia was still perfect in its little case. Pulling it out-the stem just long enough so he could tuck it into his grandmother’s hair, he left his bag on the steps before opening the door. Since there was a party going on, he didn’t have to worry about anyone greeting him.
Once inside the small ballroom, Yuushi’s eyes scanned for the two people he wanted to see. He started walking through the crowd-but was stopped constantly and being the good grandson, put on the act of ‘it is such a pleasure to see you.’ And ‘yes, I came home to surprise grandma. I should find her’. And after fifteen minutes of that, he finally found her. Sneaking up behind her, he pulled her into his arms, and sunk the gardenia into her hair above her left ear.
“Yuushi?” His beloved grandmother asked, as he spun her around and grinned down at her. Petite and powerful, his grandma looked up at him with happy shock for a split second.
“Obaa-chan.” He whispered, and bent to kiss her cheek. “Hello. How are you?”
“Yuushi-chan, you’ve gotten even taller! What are you doing here?” She asked, eyes dancing with joy-but her lips not smiling. She was in public after all, and she had to save face.
“I’ve grown four inches just last week.” Yuushi teased, winking at his grandma. “And I came to waltz you around the floor, to show everyone how it’s done properly. But first, I need to speak to Uncle.” He had just spotted him, near the door leading to the Veranda. Bending to kiss her cheek again, he excused himself. “Just a bit of business, Grandma. Be back in a few minutes.”
Walking purposefully toward his Uncle, he called out a greeting, and when his Uncle turned, he saw the shock on his face, before Yuushi pulled his fist back and socked his uncle as hard as he could in the jaw. He heard the crunch, and knew he’d broken a tooth. The sickening groan from his Uncle alerted a few people around him, and he just calmly smiled at them. “Excuse us. We have business.” He hauled his uncle upright and pushed him out and onto the Veranda, shutting the door behind him.
As soon as the door was shut, he turned and grabbed his Uncle by the lapels and dragged him up, getting within an inch of his face. “Now listen good, and listen well, you motherfucker.” He whispered with steel in his voice. “Cause I’m only gonna say this once. You stay away from Kenya. You don’t talk bad to him, you don’t hurt him, because if there is a next time, I won’t just break your tooth. I’ll fucking kill you, and drag you bloody carcass through the mud.”
Yuushi’s Uncle tried to fight Yuushi-to get him to let go of him, but it was useless. “He’s my son, and I’ll do what I-” The rest of the words were cut off as Yuushi brought his knee to his Uncle’s gut.
“You didn’t hear me right, Uncle. If you so much as make Kenya-chan upset, if you so much as make him cry, you’ll wish you were dead. Or should I let the media know about a certain person called Suzuki Tomika?” Yuushi had known about the patient for years-he had found the file in his Uncle’s desk when he was 10. It was a malpractice suit waiting to happen, but for some reason, Uncle was able to hush up the death of the woman without fingers being pointed at him for malpractice. But Yuushi knew better. He’d been looking through files, copying some at random so he could study them; learn from them, to help him in his future career as a doctor. But this file, this Suzuki Tomika…she shouldn’t have died. But he had botched the simple surgery, and the end result had ended in her death. When he saw it, he went back to his Uncle’s office and took the original. He had no idea why he had done that, but now….he was glad he had the insurance.
His Uncle paled at the words-and the fact that he had the wind knocked out of him. Yuushi let him go, watching him collapse on the ground. “You hurt him again, and your career is dead. I have the file. Didn’t think you’d miss it.” Yuushi drawled out cruelly. “Now…you leave Kenya-chan alone, and you let him come home, and go back to camp as he pleases. You let him date whoever the fuck he wants to, You will allow him to run, or play tennis, or any career he wants to pursue.…and you will never lock him in his room, you will not even touch his shoes, you will never lay a finger on him…or anyone else. Or I’ll bury you alive.” Yuushi paused, the sneer on his face turning into a bland smile. “Good evening, Uncle.” He gave him a mock bow, and opened the door to the Veranda, shutting it behind him. Straightening his bow-tie, he bowed to the people gasping nearby. “Please excuse me for my behavoir.” He said sweetly, giving them innocent smiles. Scanning the ballroom, he sauntered across the room until he was in front of his grandma. Yuushi bowed, and offered her his hand, sweeping her up into waltz, gliding to the music perfectly as if he hadn’t just beat his Uncle up and blackmailed him.
His Grandma smiled perfectly as they danced. “What was that about, Yuushi-chan?” She asked, eyeing her grandson. Trust Grandma to see everything that went on in her home.
“Just business, Grandmother. I am sorry. You might want to have a dentist called.” He added, idly. “Oh, and I would like to take my car back, when I leave in a few minutes, if that’s alright?” He had missed his car lately, and why not bring it to camp? They had a car ferry to the island.
Grandma sighed, and rolled her eyes. “Of course, dear one. Now, don’t forget to say hello to Osamu-san and his family. They are very good friends of the family.”
“I wouldn’t dream of not saying hello. I’ll do that after our dance. Than, I’m afraid, I really must get back to school.” Yuushi drawled. He had to make sure his cousin was alright. Cause he would always be there for him, and do anything for him. ‘Yuu-chan will always be there for Ya-chan.’ He promised to himself.
And for those curious, this is his car: http://www.remarkablecars.com/classic-british-cars.jpg
