Wildman Takuya Part 12
Title: Wildman Takuya
Pairing/Group: TakuGoro
Rating: PG [this chapter]
Genre: Adventure, Romance [this one is kinda angsty]
Summary: The basic story of Tarzan but with Smap.
“HE’S NOT DEAD” Shingo slammed a fist down on the table. “It’s been 6 months! Sign the business over to me!” Craidon said. Shingo was on one side of the large kitchen table covered in papers. Arguing with the sleaze of a man on the other side. Robert Craidon had been the main fianceer for Nakai’s trade business as it started. He still owed him money and in his absence business had only grown due to all the contacts they had made on their trip (before being marooned) and a few more after the story was published in the papers. The business had almost gone back to the man from the first 5 months they had been reported missing. He was currently trying to extort a loophole in the contract about the “owner” of the business paying him his payments. In all technicality Nakai was still the owner but he was not paying, Shingo was. Which was utter nonsense but he was doing anything to get the now highly successful trade business.
“I know you're the one sabotaging our warehouses” the big man growled. Shingo’s body was tense all over. Craidon had been sending flunkies to mess up their products and generally cause havoc. They had actually been doing a good job as well. “How dare you accuse me of such things! I thought men of your kind had honor” Shingo’s hands had slowly clenched into fists. He hated this man! Not normally prone to violence, he was about ready to pummel his face in and send him on his way. He would not lose this business to such a despicable person. It was already his fault he had lost his friend.
“Sir if you could please leave. This is our home. We can do business at the office” Goro stepped in and steered him towards the door. He could see Tsuyoshi out of the corner of his eye rubbing Shingo’s back. Lightly shoving him out the front door, Craidon turned around to make some sort of angry comment but was cut off by a door slamming in his face. When he came back to the kitchen Shingo was sitting again. Cradling his big face in his hands, Goro put on a pot of tea and just listened to Tsuyoshi comfort the other man. He was still wracked with guilt over making them leave that beach.
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Shingo and Tsuyoshi could hear Goro outside the cabin “But we can’t just leave him! He will be trapped here!” “We have to leave in the morning. If you don’t find your friend by then. The three of you can come.” “We won’t just leave him out there!” “Face it. Your friend is dead” Shingo just reached out the door and pulled Goro back inside by the back of his shirt. They didn’t need him snapping all over their ride home.
“Shingo we can’t let them go without Nakai!” he had no response but couldn’t look Goro in the eye. “If we can’t find him tonight we might have to leave without him” the big man finally mumbled. The other two were shocked he had even said such a thing. Tsuyoshi piped up “You would leave him behind?” “I don’t want to but-” he was interrupted by the crash of one of the clay plates Shingo had made hitting the wall next to his head. He cowered, covering his face “IT’S WHAT HE WOULD TELL US TO DO!” he dropped his hands and slumped into a chair. Tears streaming down his face. Goro stomped out past him, not even bothering to clean up the mess he had made.
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Tsuyoshi had taken Shingo upstairs to put him in bed for a bit, the man had not been sleeping well since they returned. Goro sat down at the table, rubbing his eyes under his glasses as he tried to go over some of the business papers. None of them had been sleeping well. There were nights he would come down for tea, Shingo would be in his studio and Tsuyoshi’s bike gear would be gone from its usual spot by the door. He didn’t know exactly what it was that kept them all awake. I could have been guilt, maybe the lack of jungle noise at night. Sipping some tea he forced himself to work on some of the shipping manifests that needed logging.
He used to think the city was so loud at night. Now it seemed far too quiet.
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Shingo woke up choking. The entire room was filled with smoke. Falling out of bed gasping for air, the room was swimming through his watery eyes. It was unbearably hot. He could just barely see out his window, flames licking over from the building next door. Burning ash was floating through his window and the papers all over his room were quickly catching, spreading the flames. His thoughts fuzzy from all the smoke, he groped around for the door handle. Recoiling from the molten hot knob, he scooped up a close by coat to protect his hand. Finally getting the door open made the flames flash forward across the room. He half stumbled and fell down the stairs landing in the hall. He saw the front door open as Tsuyoshi burst in. He was soaking wet with a damp handkerchief over his face. Catching a stumbling Shingo and covering his mouth with another cloth.
He coughed some of the smoke out of his lungs “Go-” he rasped and coughed “Goro's in the kitchen Tsuyopon!” Both of them pushed through the flames. Their skin hot and tingly, they could see where Goro had fallen to the floor. Shingo could barely stand but he was still pulling, trying to get to his friend. “Shingo! Shingo! You have to get out! I'll come back for him!” Tsuyoshi dragged the big man. “No.” he coughed, weakly struggling. “We can’t lose him too”
Strong hands pulled under Shingo's shoulders. Dragging him quickly as he reached out weakly for his friend. Gasping at the fresh air, and squinting from the bright sun. Grabbing at the strong supportive arms, he only caught a glimpse of dark eyes and shiny hair loosely tied back from a handsome jaw. “Stay here!” that strong articulate voice commanded. They watched the mysterious stranger shed his expensive coat, tossing it to the side as he ran back in the building.
“Tsuyopon was that…” Shingo trailed off. “I think it was” shell shocked till a familiar voice shook them from their stupor.
“Did that idiot run back inside?” he ran up and started checking the two of them for injuries. “Where is Goro?” the two of them just stared at thier supposedly dead friend. “Oy! Answer me!” Shingo just grabbed Nakai and pulled him into a tight hug. Just crying his heart out. “Cry later you big idiot! Did Takuya run inside?” Tsuyoshi nodded “Yeah he helped me pull Shingo out. He went back in for Goro” Nakai untangled himself from their embrace. Stripping his coat off as well he started running towards the flames only stopping short as they flared up in his path.
The roof collapsed in on itself.
Pairing/Group: TakuGoro
Rating: PG [this chapter]
Genre: Adventure, Romance [this one is kinda angsty]
Summary: The basic story of Tarzan but with Smap.
“HE’S NOT DEAD” Shingo slammed a fist down on the table. “It’s been 6 months! Sign the business over to me!” Craidon said. Shingo was on one side of the large kitchen table covered in papers. Arguing with the sleaze of a man on the other side. Robert Craidon had been the main fianceer for Nakai’s trade business as it started. He still owed him money and in his absence business had only grown due to all the contacts they had made on their trip (before being marooned) and a few more after the story was published in the papers. The business had almost gone back to the man from the first 5 months they had been reported missing. He was currently trying to extort a loophole in the contract about the “owner” of the business paying him his payments. In all technicality Nakai was still the owner but he was not paying, Shingo was. Which was utter nonsense but he was doing anything to get the now highly successful trade business.
“I know you're the one sabotaging our warehouses” the big man growled. Shingo’s body was tense all over. Craidon had been sending flunkies to mess up their products and generally cause havoc. They had actually been doing a good job as well. “How dare you accuse me of such things! I thought men of your kind had honor” Shingo’s hands had slowly clenched into fists. He hated this man! Not normally prone to violence, he was about ready to pummel his face in and send him on his way. He would not lose this business to such a despicable person. It was already his fault he had lost his friend.
“Sir if you could please leave. This is our home. We can do business at the office” Goro stepped in and steered him towards the door. He could see Tsuyoshi out of the corner of his eye rubbing Shingo’s back. Lightly shoving him out the front door, Craidon turned around to make some sort of angry comment but was cut off by a door slamming in his face. When he came back to the kitchen Shingo was sitting again. Cradling his big face in his hands, Goro put on a pot of tea and just listened to Tsuyoshi comfort the other man. He was still wracked with guilt over making them leave that beach.
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Shingo and Tsuyoshi could hear Goro outside the cabin “But we can’t just leave him! He will be trapped here!” “We have to leave in the morning. If you don’t find your friend by then. The three of you can come.” “We won’t just leave him out there!” “Face it. Your friend is dead” Shingo just reached out the door and pulled Goro back inside by the back of his shirt. They didn’t need him snapping all over their ride home.
“Shingo we can’t let them go without Nakai!” he had no response but couldn’t look Goro in the eye. “If we can’t find him tonight we might have to leave without him” the big man finally mumbled. The other two were shocked he had even said such a thing. Tsuyoshi piped up “You would leave him behind?” “I don’t want to but-” he was interrupted by the crash of one of the clay plates Shingo had made hitting the wall next to his head. He cowered, covering his face “IT’S WHAT HE WOULD TELL US TO DO!” he dropped his hands and slumped into a chair. Tears streaming down his face. Goro stomped out past him, not even bothering to clean up the mess he had made.
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Tsuyoshi had taken Shingo upstairs to put him in bed for a bit, the man had not been sleeping well since they returned. Goro sat down at the table, rubbing his eyes under his glasses as he tried to go over some of the business papers. None of them had been sleeping well. There were nights he would come down for tea, Shingo would be in his studio and Tsuyoshi’s bike gear would be gone from its usual spot by the door. He didn’t know exactly what it was that kept them all awake. I could have been guilt, maybe the lack of jungle noise at night. Sipping some tea he forced himself to work on some of the shipping manifests that needed logging.
He used to think the city was so loud at night. Now it seemed far too quiet.
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Shingo woke up choking. The entire room was filled with smoke. Falling out of bed gasping for air, the room was swimming through his watery eyes. It was unbearably hot. He could just barely see out his window, flames licking over from the building next door. Burning ash was floating through his window and the papers all over his room were quickly catching, spreading the flames. His thoughts fuzzy from all the smoke, he groped around for the door handle. Recoiling from the molten hot knob, he scooped up a close by coat to protect his hand. Finally getting the door open made the flames flash forward across the room. He half stumbled and fell down the stairs landing in the hall. He saw the front door open as Tsuyoshi burst in. He was soaking wet with a damp handkerchief over his face. Catching a stumbling Shingo and covering his mouth with another cloth.
He coughed some of the smoke out of his lungs “Go-” he rasped and coughed “Goro's in the kitchen Tsuyopon!” Both of them pushed through the flames. Their skin hot and tingly, they could see where Goro had fallen to the floor. Shingo could barely stand but he was still pulling, trying to get to his friend. “Shingo! Shingo! You have to get out! I'll come back for him!” Tsuyoshi dragged the big man. “No.” he coughed, weakly struggling. “We can’t lose him too”
Strong hands pulled under Shingo's shoulders. Dragging him quickly as he reached out weakly for his friend. Gasping at the fresh air, and squinting from the bright sun. Grabbing at the strong supportive arms, he only caught a glimpse of dark eyes and shiny hair loosely tied back from a handsome jaw. “Stay here!” that strong articulate voice commanded. They watched the mysterious stranger shed his expensive coat, tossing it to the side as he ran back in the building.
“Tsuyopon was that…” Shingo trailed off. “I think it was” shell shocked till a familiar voice shook them from their stupor.
“Did that idiot run back inside?” he ran up and started checking the two of them for injuries. “Where is Goro?” the two of them just stared at thier supposedly dead friend. “Oy! Answer me!” Shingo just grabbed Nakai and pulled him into a tight hug. Just crying his heart out. “Cry later you big idiot! Did Takuya run inside?” Tsuyoshi nodded “Yeah he helped me pull Shingo out. He went back in for Goro” Nakai untangled himself from their embrace. Stripping his coat off as well he started running towards the flames only stopping short as they flared up in his path.
The roof collapsed in on itself.