Still, he'd tried and succeeded to look on the bright side of life-Asami visited him, what? Five or six times a year?-and had gone on taking his pictures, with a brooding desire to expose both Feilong and Asami.although his finger somehow always ended up reluctant on the verge of the perfect scoop. He was more like a slowly rusting goblet that they kept drinking from against his will a cup that resented the lips that stole his essence but not being able to resist the touch, the feel of them on him, on his body. They were like two dragons fighting over treasure. Assault, his body, the coldest eyes telling him he was a slut, one while he was being played with while the other forced drugs down his throat. That was a long time-no, that was practically marriage!Īkihito closed his eyes. Still.he was twenty-three when he had met Asami. He grimaced at that word and then leaned forward, his forehead against the tile, the water streaming down his back. Where was that from? Some movie, some American comedy about love. "One day you're living your life, the next, you don't know how you lived without them."¹ It hadn't been too bad.he'd just made himself not think about Asami too much-besides, he had Kou, Takato, his job, pocky. Two years ago he'd cracked, but he'd gotten over it, hadn't he? That was right. He puffed out a small sigh and then grabbed the soap from its ledge, lathering up his skin.Īkihito wasn't sure about Asami, now.
At this point, Akihito eased under the spray, tilting his head back and letting the warm water run over his body, through his hair. At first, it was freezing cold, and then scalding hot, and then just right. The water came rushing from the showerhead. In his reflection, his lips had turned up into a faint, content smile.Īs soon as he realized why it was there he scowled, chucked his face wash away (it almost fell in the toilet) and then quickly turned his head away, climbing into the shower. He grabbed his face wash from beside the sink and then chanced a quick, tentative glance at the mirror. Probably used up all the hot water, too.Īkihito prepared to go in. The room was still steamy from when Asami was inside. There were little black spots there on the tiles he wondered if it was dust or some kind of mold. Once he was inside, he leaned back against the wall and looked up towards the ceiling, purposely avoiding the mirror. He hurried forward and shut the door quickly, not even glimpsing Asami's reaction. That was, until they knocked shoulders and he went flying on the wet tile.Īsami caught him before his skull hit the floor, but his ass had already made contact and that pulled a pretty damn loud.yell from him.Īsami helped him to his feet (the second time in two hours!) and Akihito pushed him off with a muttered "Thanks" before Asami could say anything else. He actually managed to walk in a pretty dignified matter, too not at all like the time when Feilong had kidnapped his friends and he was at Asami's and could barely move when it was his turn to shower. Akihito was very determined not to look at him. "You know what? We'll both do our own thing, and see what we can scrounge up, okay?"Īkihito staggered into the shower after Asami came out, dressed in a robe-Akihito's robe!-with the water still dripping from his dark hair. "The information I got from Brussels isn't working out, Aoi." "I'd like to do some recon underground in a few hours." Have you seen her, Liz? Her hair is all long now, and the Amorenzas don't even know she's alive." Now where's your pistol? Fucking ingenious, that thing." And look, white girl like you, it's not like anyone's going to be very suspicious." "It's not like you set off that metal detector.
"Ugh, no they aren't-at least when you're bored you're on solid ground!" "I am never taking a direct flight again. Half this chapter wouldn't be here if it weren't for her! One week, twenty-five downloads (or less? Not sure ). "Breaking beat" oxO Lyrics reproduced from STLyrics. Very good dance song I've had this scene in my head since the Athens Olympics in 2004 last year, where Catalina Ponor (gymnast, Romania, where else? :) ) did her winning routine to this. The song in the club scene is 'Gia' by Despina Vandi.
Warnings/Spoilers: Most everything yet published (at least in upcoming chapters) slash, drama, war, plot, lemon/lime: Asami x Takaba, beta-lessĬomments: Viewfinder fanfiction multipart.
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