VF-Fic: Talking
Title: Talking (continuation of Waiting)
Author: ninnive
Fandom: "Viewfinder"-Series by Yamane Ayano
Characters: Takaba, Asami (finally!)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers up to NT7
Summary: a conversation
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, it's all Yamane-sensei's.
*
Some hours of sleep and some more of restless thinking and pacing later, Takaba couldn't stand the restrictions of his cabin any longer. He opened the door and entered the corridor, nervously looking around. There was a group of men standing in front of one of the other doors, but they just looked at him and continued their conversation quietly. Taking that as permission to go on, Takaba went to search for a way on the upper deck.
Once there, he closed his eyes and deeply breathed in the fresh and salty air. The sudden sound of shuffling feet made him look up again and in that moment everything froze, like he'd just taken a picture with his camera: a familiar figure leaning at the rail, smoking a cigarette and staring into the sunrise.
"Asami…"
The Yakuza turned around and smiled at him. Not the predatory grin or the superior smirk Takaba was used to, but a genuine smile. It made the young man even more nervous than he already was.
"I wondered when you'd be coming out."
"I didn't know you were here. I thought… I… I'm sorry, okay?"
The smile on Asami's face deepened. "Sorry?"
Lowering his head, Takaba muttered: "For rushing after Feilong like that. Causing all this trouble. And… and getting you shot. I really didn't want that!"
"Calm down, Akihito. I know you didn't want that. If I thought otherwise, you surely wouldn't stand there. Or anywhere for that matter. How's your head?"
"It'll be okay, I guess. Others didn't get away so lightly."
"Yeah, I already heard that you took the death of our spy quite seriously. Why? What was he to you?"
Takaba looked up at that. Asami's voice hadn't changed, it was still calm and nonchalant, nearly bored. But his smile had faded and his eyes had taken on a steely expression.
"He was nice to me for a change. Sort of. And at least he didn't try to get into my pants."
"Well, it's not as if you had to worry about that anymore. After all, we got you away from Feilong, and I'm not interested any longer."
"What?!" Disbelief and hurt coloured that one word, and if Takaba had had time to think about it, he'd be quite embarassed. But as it was, he was too stunned to care about his pride right now.
"You didn't think, I'd want the cast-offs of that Chinese bastard in my bed, did you? I like my toys to be mine. Exclusively. And you're hardly going to just stop causing one problem after another. Your last escapade cost me three men and more money than you'll ever earn. No matter how much fun it is to fuck you blind, that's just not worth it." With that, Asami turned around again, lighting another cigarette. He hadn't raised his voice once during his declaration, just impassively stated the facts. "Get out of my sight now, Akihito. And stay that way."
*
The rest of the journey was quite foggy in Takaba's mind. He'd got back to his cabin and sat on the bed, staring a hole into the wall. When they arrived at their destination port, one of the men (he couldn't even say which one) told him to get ready to leave. And so he did.
Just as he was about to go off board, a shrill whistle made him turn around. Asami stood there, some steps away, throwing a bundle of banknotes in his direction.
"Here, get a taxi. And a new job. I'm really tired of you getting in my way; if I catch you at it the next time, I won't be as lenient as before."
*
Finally on his way home, Takaba thought that he should be glad about how events had turned out. He was alive and in one piece, and hopefully he wouldn't have to endure any Mafia-related stress in the future. And after all, he didn't want to be molested further by that… that person, did he? He just needed to look at the bright side of things.
But, you know, it's quite hard to see anything when you're looking through tears.
next chapter: Suppressing
Author: ninnive
Fandom: "Viewfinder"-Series by Yamane Ayano
Characters: Takaba, Asami (finally!)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers up to NT7
Summary: a conversation
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, it's all Yamane-sensei's.
*
Some hours of sleep and some more of restless thinking and pacing later, Takaba couldn't stand the restrictions of his cabin any longer. He opened the door and entered the corridor, nervously looking around. There was a group of men standing in front of one of the other doors, but they just looked at him and continued their conversation quietly. Taking that as permission to go on, Takaba went to search for a way on the upper deck.
Once there, he closed his eyes and deeply breathed in the fresh and salty air. The sudden sound of shuffling feet made him look up again and in that moment everything froze, like he'd just taken a picture with his camera: a familiar figure leaning at the rail, smoking a cigarette and staring into the sunrise.
"Asami…"
The Yakuza turned around and smiled at him. Not the predatory grin or the superior smirk Takaba was used to, but a genuine smile. It made the young man even more nervous than he already was.
"I wondered when you'd be coming out."
"I didn't know you were here. I thought… I… I'm sorry, okay?"
The smile on Asami's face deepened. "Sorry?"
Lowering his head, Takaba muttered: "For rushing after Feilong like that. Causing all this trouble. And… and getting you shot. I really didn't want that!"
"Calm down, Akihito. I know you didn't want that. If I thought otherwise, you surely wouldn't stand there. Or anywhere for that matter. How's your head?"
"It'll be okay, I guess. Others didn't get away so lightly."
"Yeah, I already heard that you took the death of our spy quite seriously. Why? What was he to you?"
Takaba looked up at that. Asami's voice hadn't changed, it was still calm and nonchalant, nearly bored. But his smile had faded and his eyes had taken on a steely expression.
"He was nice to me for a change. Sort of. And at least he didn't try to get into my pants."
"Well, it's not as if you had to worry about that anymore. After all, we got you away from Feilong, and I'm not interested any longer."
"What?!" Disbelief and hurt coloured that one word, and if Takaba had had time to think about it, he'd be quite embarassed. But as it was, he was too stunned to care about his pride right now.
"You didn't think, I'd want the cast-offs of that Chinese bastard in my bed, did you? I like my toys to be mine. Exclusively. And you're hardly going to just stop causing one problem after another. Your last escapade cost me three men and more money than you'll ever earn. No matter how much fun it is to fuck you blind, that's just not worth it." With that, Asami turned around again, lighting another cigarette. He hadn't raised his voice once during his declaration, just impassively stated the facts. "Get out of my sight now, Akihito. And stay that way."
*
The rest of the journey was quite foggy in Takaba's mind. He'd got back to his cabin and sat on the bed, staring a hole into the wall. When they arrived at their destination port, one of the men (he couldn't even say which one) told him to get ready to leave. And so he did.
Just as he was about to go off board, a shrill whistle made him turn around. Asami stood there, some steps away, throwing a bundle of banknotes in his direction.
"Here, get a taxi. And a new job. I'm really tired of you getting in my way; if I catch you at it the next time, I won't be as lenient as before."
*
Finally on his way home, Takaba thought that he should be glad about how events had turned out. He was alive and in one piece, and hopefully he wouldn't have to endure any Mafia-related stress in the future. And after all, he didn't want to be molested further by that… that person, did he? He just needed to look at the bright side of things.
But, you know, it's quite hard to see anything when you're looking through tears.
next chapter: Suppressing