VF-Fic: Waiting
Title: Waiting (continuation of Watching)
Author: ninnive
Fandom: "Viewfinder"-Series by Yamane Ayano
Characters: Takaba
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers up to NT7
Summary: sorry, not much going on here, it's just like the title says
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, it's all Yamane-sensei's.
*
Takaba thought that, maybe, the world would look better after having a hot bath, changing into clean (and nice-smelling) clothes and eating something. He had to find out, however, that it did not.
He was still locked in a small room (it was much more comfortable than the last one, but that wasn't the point), didn't know what was going on, had a dull headache and felt guilty over the death of Asami's spy.
And that was another point on his 'why-I-feel-like-crap' list. Asami. When would he see him again? Was he with his men in Hongkong or did he manipulate all the puppet strings from the background? And what would the Yakuza do to him when they faced each other the next time? Their last encounter was a blur of pain and fear and blood in Takaba's mind, and the one before that… Asami had threatened to take his freedom away - and then he'd kissed Takaba in a way he'd never been kissed before. Like the other man not only devoured his mouth, but his mind and soul also. Its intensity had been frightening enough that even the memory of it stirred arousal-tinged fear in the young man, making him shiver. He tried to think of something else. And failed.
*
Some time later a hectic activity spread on the ship. People could be heard running around, yelling at each other and clapping doors. Shortly after that, the engines were started and they left the port to start their journey back to Japan.
All the while Takaba was left alone in his cabin, getting more nervous by the second. Every time someone went by he frantically stood up and faced the locked door, just to flop down back on the bed when nobody entered.
Finally he began pacing the small room, ruffling his hair and stroking over the bump on the back of his head, waiting for something to happen. But soon it became clear that no one would come. That probably meant, that Asami wasn't here. Takaba just couldn’t imagine him not barging in as soon as possible and screw the living daylights out of him.
"Great. Just great. Now I can worry about what'll happen all the fucking trip long!" he muttered after coming to a halt in front of the door. He leaned his forehead against it, closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Would they ignore him if he threw a tantrum now? Or would anybody be annoyed enough to shut him up forcefully? Maybe someone was bored enough to actually talk to him, eventually even explain one or two things… It was worth a shot, he decided.
So he took a deep breath and began yelling at the top of his lungs and banging against the door.
He didn't have to wait long. The turn of the key wasn't audible over the sounds of the engines and the racket he himself made, so the door being opened took Takaba by surprise. He staggered some steps backwards, making room for a man, he'd never seen before.
"What do you want?"
"I just… I want to know what's going on! I've been locked up these past weeks, and then you guys just barge in and drag me out. And people die… And it's driving me crazy, not knowing, what'll happen next. I'm sick of being pushed around! Please - just… tell me something."
The other hadn't interrupted his rant and now looked at him tiredly.
"Believe me, kid, it's better for everyone, if you don't know, what's happening here."
"You mean, it's better for you! Not having any clue so far hasn't spared me from getting kidnapped!"
"Well, that's still no incentive to tell you anything, is it? It'll be at least 28 hours till we arrive in Tokyo, so why don't you use the time to rest a bit? You look like you need it. I'll leave the door open."
With that, he disappeared and left Takaba worrying.
next chapter: Talking
Author: ninnive
Fandom: "Viewfinder"-Series by Yamane Ayano
Characters: Takaba
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers up to NT7
Summary: sorry, not much going on here, it's just like the title says
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, it's all Yamane-sensei's.
*
Takaba thought that, maybe, the world would look better after having a hot bath, changing into clean (and nice-smelling) clothes and eating something. He had to find out, however, that it did not.
He was still locked in a small room (it was much more comfortable than the last one, but that wasn't the point), didn't know what was going on, had a dull headache and felt guilty over the death of Asami's spy.
And that was another point on his 'why-I-feel-like-crap' list. Asami. When would he see him again? Was he with his men in Hongkong or did he manipulate all the puppet strings from the background? And what would the Yakuza do to him when they faced each other the next time? Their last encounter was a blur of pain and fear and blood in Takaba's mind, and the one before that… Asami had threatened to take his freedom away - and then he'd kissed Takaba in a way he'd never been kissed before. Like the other man not only devoured his mouth, but his mind and soul also. Its intensity had been frightening enough that even the memory of it stirred arousal-tinged fear in the young man, making him shiver. He tried to think of something else. And failed.
*
Some time later a hectic activity spread on the ship. People could be heard running around, yelling at each other and clapping doors. Shortly after that, the engines were started and they left the port to start their journey back to Japan.
All the while Takaba was left alone in his cabin, getting more nervous by the second. Every time someone went by he frantically stood up and faced the locked door, just to flop down back on the bed when nobody entered.
Finally he began pacing the small room, ruffling his hair and stroking over the bump on the back of his head, waiting for something to happen. But soon it became clear that no one would come. That probably meant, that Asami wasn't here. Takaba just couldn’t imagine him not barging in as soon as possible and screw the living daylights out of him.
"Great. Just great. Now I can worry about what'll happen all the fucking trip long!" he muttered after coming to a halt in front of the door. He leaned his forehead against it, closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Would they ignore him if he threw a tantrum now? Or would anybody be annoyed enough to shut him up forcefully? Maybe someone was bored enough to actually talk to him, eventually even explain one or two things… It was worth a shot, he decided.
So he took a deep breath and began yelling at the top of his lungs and banging against the door.
He didn't have to wait long. The turn of the key wasn't audible over the sounds of the engines and the racket he himself made, so the door being opened took Takaba by surprise. He staggered some steps backwards, making room for a man, he'd never seen before.
"What do you want?"
"I just… I want to know what's going on! I've been locked up these past weeks, and then you guys just barge in and drag me out. And people die… And it's driving me crazy, not knowing, what'll happen next. I'm sick of being pushed around! Please - just… tell me something."
The other hadn't interrupted his rant and now looked at him tiredly.
"Believe me, kid, it's better for everyone, if you don't know, what's happening here."
"You mean, it's better for you! Not having any clue so far hasn't spared me from getting kidnapped!"
"Well, that's still no incentive to tell you anything, is it? It'll be at least 28 hours till we arrive in Tokyo, so why don't you use the time to rest a bit? You look like you need it. I'll leave the door open."
With that, he disappeared and left Takaba worrying.
next chapter: Talking