Tempo Si Cattura Chapter 1
Title: Tempo Si Cattura (Time Will Catch You)
Author:himenojigoku
Rating: M (Future Reference)
Pairing: ?xTakeru
Genre: Romance,Drama,Mystery
Warnings: Violence, Drug trafficking, Gangs
Chapters: 1/?
Summary:This the multichapter fic inspired by my one-shots Abused Clown and So Tired.Takeru's ghosts finally come back alive to haunt him. Will he be able to keep them at bay or will the rest of PSC find out about his former life?
Comments: So the idea wouldn't leave me alone. Let's see where this goes.
It was a typical day in Tokyo. Many people were walking along the side walk with cars zooming down the highways. A typical day for anyone normal. Some people had work,school,doctor appointments,being a hospital patient,going on vacation, all kinds of things to do that day. But one person in general didn't have a typical day.
"Ugh, I don't feel like it today." Takeru said as he walked to the PSC building in the early morning. The sky was blue and sunny. The air was cool with morning dew. He was wearing a red and grey shirt on top of black pants with chains hanging from them. Today he had on his dark timberlands. They made a cluck noise when his feet hit the pavement. The vocalist also had his hazel contacts in, hidden by his brown sunglasses. It had been a week since he had his mental breakdown in Aoi's apartment. The soldier was back together again; he ready to put on that happy smiling front for his fans. He shook his head to put the thoughts away. The singer couldn't think about them now. It grew slightly colder as he neared the company building.
The wind ruffled his blond hair when he felt someone grip his shoulder. “Well if this isn't who I think it is.”
Don't tell me. Takeru turned around, paused in mid-step. “Yokama. What are you doing here?” He looked the drug lord up and down. The man was still taller than Takeru with a muscular build peeking through his white Armani suit blinding him for a few seconds. Yokama now had black hair and a beard since the last time Takeru saw him. See, most people didn't know that our beloved vocalist had history with the Yakuza. It was a long story that would take some years to tell.
“Is that how you great your former boss?” The gang leader circled the singer checking him out. “You look well.”
Takeru's green eyes followed him from behind his sunglasses. “Thanks. You look sharp as ever.” He was slightly nervous. It had been almost a year since his former gang bothered him.
“As always. Congratulations. I heard SuG had the 7th spot this week on the Oricon charts.” Yokama smirked. “So the answer's still the same, huh?”
Takeru swallowed. “Yeah, it's still the same.” Some people stared as they walked by the unusual duo. They pair had stopped in the middle of the side walk.
“Well, I can't force you.” Yokama chuckled. “Though, I am inviting you this evening to the family dinner.”As he hugged the vocalist he leaned in closer to whisper in his ear.. “You can't refuse, butterfly boy.” The silent threat being passed as he pushed his gun holder into Takeru's hip.
Takeru took a deep breath, inhaling Yokama's cologne. “I'll be there.” Giving back a faint squeeze to Yokama's shoulder.
Yokama leaned back smiling. “Excellent! Be there 9 sharp. Don't be late.” He patted Takeru's shoulder as he walked away like nothing happened.
As soon as his former boss was out of sight, the vocalist ran. Pushing some people along the way as he ran down the street and turned the corner. He busted through the lobby doors of the PSC building wheezing. “Oh shit...” Takeru tried to catch his breath. Yokama had threatened him. He threatened him where a lot of people could see and not only that, but Takeru didn't have anything to defend himself with at the moment! His precious black revolver was at home in his apartment.
“Takeru-kun, are you alright?” Masato walked in and the automatic doors closed behind him.
Takeru straitened from his slumped position. “Oh I'm fine! Just did some jogging on the way here!” He waved happily faking a laugh. He better act normal at rehearsal.
“Oh.” Masato smiled. “It is smart to go jogging while it's cool. Come on, I think everyone is here.” Takeru smiled and followed behind the guitarist. So far so good.
He put a hand to his heart. He hasn't been scared in awhile. As they reached the band's practice room, his lower back itches. It's in the area where his tattoo is. Is that a bad omen?
Three hours later...
The day continued normally. Takeru wiped sweat off his forehead. They practiced half of the songs needed for the tour. "Good job everyone!" He cheered making sure to seem as happy as possible.
"Time for a break,ne?" Yuji said as he jumped off stage. "I'm getting lunch. Who wants to come with?" Chiyu and Shinpei yelled their approval.
"Takeru and I are going to lunch together." Masato said as he hooked an arm with said vocalist. Takeru looked at Masato confused.
"Alright, have fun you two love birds." Yuji giggled away. The trio waved as they headed out the door.
"Is there something you want to talk about Masato-chan?" Takeru asked once he saw the others were gone.
"Nothing in particular. We haven't hung out for a while." Masato smiled.
Takeru grinned. "Well, I guess that's true." He started to lead them. "Where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere is fine." Masato smiled. But, when Takeru looked away it turned into a frown.
Later that night...
SuG's vocalist glanced himself over in the mirror. Part of his hair was in a ponytail. He wore no makeup and all his piercings were in. His body was adored with a black and white pin strip suit that hugged it tightly. He had a white dress shirt underneath with a black tie. Takeru put diamond studs in his ear and folded the white handkerchief in to his left breast pocket. He then wrapped some brown prayer beads around his wrist.
"Damn this thing." His green eyes studied his old gang ring as he slipped it over his ring finger on his right hand. It was a polished silver skull with smoke coming out its eyes and mouth. Finally, he picked up his revolver and kissed it. He put it in his gun holder underneath his jacket. "Gods bless my soul."
There was a knock on his door. Takeru walked to the door slowly. His dress shows clicking as he walked. The vocalist was going over everything in his head. Did he act well today? Did he lock everything? Did he properly tell his friends goodnight? Did he load enough bullets in his gun? When he opened the door. He was greeted by a familiar face.
"Yo Keshi! The boss is waiting for us." The man smiled showing off his pearly white teeth. Takeru's ghosts came back to haunt him today.
Author:himenojigoku
Rating: M (Future Reference)
Pairing: ?xTakeru
Genre: Romance,Drama,Mystery
Warnings: Violence, Drug trafficking, Gangs
Chapters: 1/?
Summary:This the multichapter fic inspired by my one-shots Abused Clown and So Tired.Takeru's ghosts finally come back alive to haunt him. Will he be able to keep them at bay or will the rest of PSC find out about his former life?
Comments: So the idea wouldn't leave me alone. Let's see where this goes.
It was a typical day in Tokyo. Many people were walking along the side walk with cars zooming down the highways. A typical day for anyone normal. Some people had work,school,doctor appointments,being a hospital patient,going on vacation, all kinds of things to do that day. But one person in general didn't have a typical day.
"Ugh, I don't feel like it today." Takeru said as he walked to the PSC building in the early morning. The sky was blue and sunny. The air was cool with morning dew. He was wearing a red and grey shirt on top of black pants with chains hanging from them. Today he had on his dark timberlands. They made a cluck noise when his feet hit the pavement. The vocalist also had his hazel contacts in, hidden by his brown sunglasses. It had been a week since he had his mental breakdown in Aoi's apartment. The soldier was back together again; he ready to put on that happy smiling front for his fans. He shook his head to put the thoughts away. The singer couldn't think about them now. It grew slightly colder as he neared the company building.
The wind ruffled his blond hair when he felt someone grip his shoulder. “Well if this isn't who I think it is.”
Don't tell me. Takeru turned around, paused in mid-step. “Yokama. What are you doing here?” He looked the drug lord up and down. The man was still taller than Takeru with a muscular build peeking through his white Armani suit blinding him for a few seconds. Yokama now had black hair and a beard since the last time Takeru saw him. See, most people didn't know that our beloved vocalist had history with the Yakuza. It was a long story that would take some years to tell.
“Is that how you great your former boss?” The gang leader circled the singer checking him out. “You look well.”
Takeru's green eyes followed him from behind his sunglasses. “Thanks. You look sharp as ever.” He was slightly nervous. It had been almost a year since his former gang bothered him.
“As always. Congratulations. I heard SuG had the 7th spot this week on the Oricon charts.” Yokama smirked. “So the answer's still the same, huh?”
Takeru swallowed. “Yeah, it's still the same.” Some people stared as they walked by the unusual duo. They pair had stopped in the middle of the side walk.
“Well, I can't force you.” Yokama chuckled. “Though, I am inviting you this evening to the family dinner.”As he hugged the vocalist he leaned in closer to whisper in his ear.. “You can't refuse, butterfly boy.” The silent threat being passed as he pushed his gun holder into Takeru's hip.
Takeru took a deep breath, inhaling Yokama's cologne. “I'll be there.” Giving back a faint squeeze to Yokama's shoulder.
Yokama leaned back smiling. “Excellent! Be there 9 sharp. Don't be late.” He patted Takeru's shoulder as he walked away like nothing happened.
As soon as his former boss was out of sight, the vocalist ran. Pushing some people along the way as he ran down the street and turned the corner. He busted through the lobby doors of the PSC building wheezing. “Oh shit...” Takeru tried to catch his breath. Yokama had threatened him. He threatened him where a lot of people could see and not only that, but Takeru didn't have anything to defend himself with at the moment! His precious black revolver was at home in his apartment.
“Takeru-kun, are you alright?” Masato walked in and the automatic doors closed behind him.
Takeru straitened from his slumped position. “Oh I'm fine! Just did some jogging on the way here!” He waved happily faking a laugh. He better act normal at rehearsal.
“Oh.” Masato smiled. “It is smart to go jogging while it's cool. Come on, I think everyone is here.” Takeru smiled and followed behind the guitarist. So far so good.
He put a hand to his heart. He hasn't been scared in awhile. As they reached the band's practice room, his lower back itches. It's in the area where his tattoo is. Is that a bad omen?
Three hours later...
The day continued normally. Takeru wiped sweat off his forehead. They practiced half of the songs needed for the tour. "Good job everyone!" He cheered making sure to seem as happy as possible.
"Time for a break,ne?" Yuji said as he jumped off stage. "I'm getting lunch. Who wants to come with?" Chiyu and Shinpei yelled their approval.
"Takeru and I are going to lunch together." Masato said as he hooked an arm with said vocalist. Takeru looked at Masato confused.
"Alright, have fun you two love birds." Yuji giggled away. The trio waved as they headed out the door.
"Is there something you want to talk about Masato-chan?" Takeru asked once he saw the others were gone.
"Nothing in particular. We haven't hung out for a while." Masato smiled.
Takeru grinned. "Well, I guess that's true." He started to lead them. "Where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere is fine." Masato smiled. But, when Takeru looked away it turned into a frown.
Later that night...
SuG's vocalist glanced himself over in the mirror. Part of his hair was in a ponytail. He wore no makeup and all his piercings were in. His body was adored with a black and white pin strip suit that hugged it tightly. He had a white dress shirt underneath with a black tie. Takeru put diamond studs in his ear and folded the white handkerchief in to his left breast pocket. He then wrapped some brown prayer beads around his wrist.
"Damn this thing." His green eyes studied his old gang ring as he slipped it over his ring finger on his right hand. It was a polished silver skull with smoke coming out its eyes and mouth. Finally, he picked up his revolver and kissed it. He put it in his gun holder underneath his jacket. "Gods bless my soul."
There was a knock on his door. Takeru walked to the door slowly. His dress shows clicking as he walked. The vocalist was going over everything in his head. Did he act well today? Did he lock everything? Did he properly tell his friends goodnight? Did he load enough bullets in his gun? When he opened the door. He was greeted by a familiar face.
"Yo Keshi! The boss is waiting for us." The man smiled showing off his pearly white teeth. Takeru's ghosts came back to haunt him today.