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title: everyday is a red letter day in tokyo [middle of nowhere; hot hot heat]
author: chartre
rating: pg-13
pairing: nishikato
summary: he started becoming restless, always giving shige the strangest hints like “i’m into young men who also happen to be lawyers.”
notes: fictional. i seem to lack inspiration today, maybe because it's late, i'm braindead from school, and i badly needed to write this for shige's birthday today (ilu~ ♥) that i considered finishing this on time, rather than making it sound better and coherent. the good news is, i'm finally finished with my meme! \o/ now i can get back to my old overdued fics. maybe sometime soon i'll hold up a request post, when i'm loose with writing fics.
MIDDLE OF NOWHERE by Hot Hot Heat
Everyday Is A Red Letter Day in Tokyo - nishikato
There was something at the heart of this city that pissed Shige off, and it’s not his job.
Here was someone with a reliable personality, someone who always stood firm with a reason on his lips, a kind heart and lived soul. Everyday he woke up early, got dressed, passed by the café on his way to work, sometimes chatted with his good friend Koyama.
He bought the regular: hot coffee in a Styrofoam cup, then drove off to work.
Did he mention that he drove a lavish sports car?
It was a black Jaguar he received from his previous client who had Shige defended her for legal matters against her ex-husband. He won the case, naturally, and this woman wanted to go out with Shige after all the times she’d hit on him. Shige stopped her and worked off with the car she gave, never wanted to see her again. She was just divorced; he’d understand her sudden passionate urges.
Fortunately, his latest client was neither a woman nor seemed interested in a relationship. He was in his early-mid-twenties, and looked like he had been fresh off a rotten edge of matrimonial promises. Shige thought it was such a waste, seeing such relationships burst into sudden flames after a good start, more so for this man, because for Shige, he was awfully well-off, awfully gentlemanly, and awfully good-looking.
“You must be Shigeaki-san,” he stood up from the lobby couch, obviously waited for Shige the lawyer to come save his life. The first time Shige saw him, he found him very pleasing to the eye because he smiled, and he knew common courtesy by putting his hand out for a shake.
“Nishikido Ryo,” Shige said in return, acknowledging his full name, taking his hand with both of his. He felt a loop around one of his long fingers, and he briefly looked down to find a thin golden ring. Knowing that he shook this man’s left hand, Shige wanted to know why he still wore such symbolism when he was going to be legally divorced anytime soon.
That day was just like their next, and the other days that followed, and then some. Today, Shige came to work a little pissed; a little nerved especially when he saw Nishikido, because kissing your lawyer against the wall is something Shige totally didn’t expect, especially not when the man kissing you is also, in fact, a man, is divorced, and is extremely good-looking.
“What happened, between you are your ex-wife?” Shige asked, looking through some legal documents. This was something he often did, tried to get personal with his clients just so they have a better and clearer understanding, plus it was a good opportunity to break the awkward silence between them. “If you don’t mind saying, that is.”
“I,” he paused, “don’t know. I guess we just didn’t match.”
The first days they met, Nishikido was a poised man, often kept his limitations to himself. The coming days as they got this so called better and clearer understanding, he started becoming restless, always giving Shige the strangest hints like “I’m into young men who also happen to be lawyers.” It was days like those Shige just wanted to throw his suitcase right at his head, make a run for whatever time he had left.
He had gotten used to it, somewhat, thinking that Nishikido was just feeling too comfortable around Shige. He wanted people to be like that around him, Shige, but Nishikido seemed to have taken it too far.
Right after he had been legally divorced, court date completed and everything, Nishikido asked Shige to go out with him for dinner. A little perturbed Shige was, but Nishikido only explained it was just to say thank you. But dinner wasn’t the only thanks he meant.
There was a little drinking involved, a lot of teasing, but it was nothing to make Shige intoxicated because his tolerance often agreed with him. It was just that Nishikido started acting comfortable around him again, pinned him on the wall of his office and fit their mouths together.
Nishikido is Shige’s first, but not the other way around. He still found it displeasing but satisfying up until the present time, and often wondered why Nishikido still hung about in his office even if his case was already cleared.
“You should go, you know,” Shige said firmly, clearing out his desk to find a space to put his coffee-in a Styrofoam cup-down. He noticed that Nishikido was still wearing the thin piece of jewelry on his left ring finger.
“What for? I’m already single again,” Nishikido retorted back, lazily sat down on Shige’s office chair. “I can choose anyone I want to date, right? And you don’t need legal documents to prove that.”
It was things like this that pissed Shige off, how Nishikido could make him blush so hard, could make him weak in the knees with just a short glance, and then end up having good sex with him on his desk.
Shige cared, he really did, but it’s nerve-racking for him to just say it out loud, that having Nishikido around was good for him.
You don’t need legal documents either, he wanted to say, to prove that I like you.
author: chartre
rating: pg-13
pairing: nishikato
summary: he started becoming restless, always giving shige the strangest hints like “i’m into young men who also happen to be lawyers.”
notes: fictional. i seem to lack inspiration today, maybe because it's late, i'm braindead from school, and i badly needed to write this for shige's birthday today (ilu~ ♥) that i considered finishing this on time, rather than making it sound better and coherent. the good news is, i'm finally finished with my meme! \o/ now i can get back to my old overdued fics. maybe sometime soon i'll hold up a request post, when i'm loose with writing fics.
MIDDLE OF NOWHERE by Hot Hot Heat
Everyday Is A Red Letter Day in Tokyo - nishikato
There was something at the heart of this city that pissed Shige off, and it’s not his job.
Here was someone with a reliable personality, someone who always stood firm with a reason on his lips, a kind heart and lived soul. Everyday he woke up early, got dressed, passed by the café on his way to work, sometimes chatted with his good friend Koyama.
He bought the regular: hot coffee in a Styrofoam cup, then drove off to work.
Did he mention that he drove a lavish sports car?
It was a black Jaguar he received from his previous client who had Shige defended her for legal matters against her ex-husband. He won the case, naturally, and this woman wanted to go out with Shige after all the times she’d hit on him. Shige stopped her and worked off with the car she gave, never wanted to see her again. She was just divorced; he’d understand her sudden passionate urges.
Fortunately, his latest client was neither a woman nor seemed interested in a relationship. He was in his early-mid-twenties, and looked like he had been fresh off a rotten edge of matrimonial promises. Shige thought it was such a waste, seeing such relationships burst into sudden flames after a good start, more so for this man, because for Shige, he was awfully well-off, awfully gentlemanly, and awfully good-looking.
“You must be Shigeaki-san,” he stood up from the lobby couch, obviously waited for Shige the lawyer to come save his life. The first time Shige saw him, he found him very pleasing to the eye because he smiled, and he knew common courtesy by putting his hand out for a shake.
“Nishikido Ryo,” Shige said in return, acknowledging his full name, taking his hand with both of his. He felt a loop around one of his long fingers, and he briefly looked down to find a thin golden ring. Knowing that he shook this man’s left hand, Shige wanted to know why he still wore such symbolism when he was going to be legally divorced anytime soon.
That day was just like their next, and the other days that followed, and then some. Today, Shige came to work a little pissed; a little nerved especially when he saw Nishikido, because kissing your lawyer against the wall is something Shige totally didn’t expect, especially not when the man kissing you is also, in fact, a man, is divorced, and is extremely good-looking.
“What happened, between you are your ex-wife?” Shige asked, looking through some legal documents. This was something he often did, tried to get personal with his clients just so they have a better and clearer understanding, plus it was a good opportunity to break the awkward silence between them. “If you don’t mind saying, that is.”
“I,” he paused, “don’t know. I guess we just didn’t match.”
The first days they met, Nishikido was a poised man, often kept his limitations to himself. The coming days as they got this so called better and clearer understanding, he started becoming restless, always giving Shige the strangest hints like “I’m into young men who also happen to be lawyers.” It was days like those Shige just wanted to throw his suitcase right at his head, make a run for whatever time he had left.
He had gotten used to it, somewhat, thinking that Nishikido was just feeling too comfortable around Shige. He wanted people to be like that around him, Shige, but Nishikido seemed to have taken it too far.
Right after he had been legally divorced, court date completed and everything, Nishikido asked Shige to go out with him for dinner. A little perturbed Shige was, but Nishikido only explained it was just to say thank you. But dinner wasn’t the only thanks he meant.
There was a little drinking involved, a lot of teasing, but it was nothing to make Shige intoxicated because his tolerance often agreed with him. It was just that Nishikido started acting comfortable around him again, pinned him on the wall of his office and fit their mouths together.
Nishikido is Shige’s first, but not the other way around. He still found it displeasing but satisfying up until the present time, and often wondered why Nishikido still hung about in his office even if his case was already cleared.
“You should go, you know,” Shige said firmly, clearing out his desk to find a space to put his coffee-in a Styrofoam cup-down. He noticed that Nishikido was still wearing the thin piece of jewelry on his left ring finger.
“What for? I’m already single again,” Nishikido retorted back, lazily sat down on Shige’s office chair. “I can choose anyone I want to date, right? And you don’t need legal documents to prove that.”
It was things like this that pissed Shige off, how Nishikido could make him blush so hard, could make him weak in the knees with just a short glance, and then end up having good sex with him on his desk.
Shige cared, he really did, but it’s nerve-racking for him to just say it out loud, that having Nishikido around was good for him.
You don’t need legal documents either, he wanted to say, to prove that I like you.