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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2011 10:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 11:05 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 11:58 am
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What wouldn't I do for King and Country... Yes Sir!------------------------------------------------}:-
Asato Hiroki Chairman's Secretary - Ohayou Productions
Funeral for a Friend...
The black suits and elegant formal black traditional Japanese style dress flowed out of the temple in a slow procession. So many people had loved his sister that the news had spread far and wide across the small region of Okinawa. His face had remained calm and his eyes dry even as he approached her large photo placed over the incense. But as he placed flowers before her and clasped his hands in prayer, this was when he could not help but wiped the tears that descended. It had been a shock. Her death on top of all that had affected his stressful world. "I'm so sorry, Mika. I'm so sorry..."
Sometimes he just wanted to give up, so tired of all this weight. The Elephant of Ohayou was just sick of it all. Just don't think about it, Asato. Why hadn't he taken up Nezumi on his offer?...such a sweet mousy man. God he was such a fool. And now...and now. He had lost his most precious little sister. His hands clenched and nailed into his palms as he just stood there locked before his sister's smiling portrait.
People in the temple didn't move as they watched Hiroki weep. But finally his father approached and took his clenched hands opening them slowly with his old wrinkled fingers. The old man put an arm around his son's shoulder and drew him away from the altar. Waiting at the end of the aisle was Hiroki's uncle and outside the men from Ohayou discreet in the distance.
Friends gathered around Hiroki from College and High School. Everyone coming together to offer their support in a quiet respectful way that showed the heart of everyday people. It was comforting to his pained heart to know they were there. Once the final arrangements were finished, Hiroki and his family slipped into the limo that waited for them to make the slow drive away.
Hiroki had returned home. So far away from the high paced Tokyo that he could hear the crickets at night along the back street by his family home. Friends brought food and condolences taking up the simple needs to help out the family in crisis but Hiroki wouldn't stay long here. No, he would go back to a simple small apartment he kept in Okinawa. It had been so cheap to live in that he had decided to continued renting it before he moved to Tokyo on the advice of his sister. Of course, she had always hoped she would one day be able to function well enough to live on her own and move into his old place. He knew that, thus had made the effort to keep it ready. There had always been hope...until now.
Flicking on the dim lights, he set the food down and turned on the refrigerator before setting the food inside. Such a tiny space compared to his home in Tokyo but...that was ok. No one would bother him here. Flopping down on the couch, he stared at the TV without turning it on then curled up and cried until he fell asleep.
No Sir! ...Where you Lead - that is the Path I Follow.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 5:55 pm
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Having come in and put ice packs on his back, Michi had left Akihiko alone because both men knew that one very important phone call had to be made. Laying on his stomach, staring at his cell phone, the musician was hesitant. Very hesitant. Should he do this? After all, wouldn't it just make Hiroki angry? Surely the man wouldn't want to hear from him... But then again, Akihiko knew that man's pain. Even if Hiroki didn't know his past... the young Koyasu knew how deeply the man cared for his sister. The benefit concert showed that much!
Sighing, Akihiko pulled up his contact list and hit call, placing the phone to his ear. It rang a few times, and in all honesty, the musician wondered if Hiroki would even pick up. After all, the two were less than friends... To pick up the phone might be inviting disaster, or so Asato might be thinking.
"Come on, pick up..." the musician whispered, trying to get comfortable in his position.
Yawning, Ishihara You walked through the apartment flat that he and Haru shared. The man had woken up not long ago, and simply couldn't help the yawns coming from him. Finding the kitchen, he quickly poured himself a cup of coffee, then took it with him into the tank room. The man sat down, watching Lette swim around in the low light of morning. You took a sip of coffee then set his mug down on the chair's side table. In his other hand was a laptop, and once it was going and his password had been entered, Ishihara picked up his coffee again and began going through emails.
He knew he had the day off, but that didn't mean he could completely slack. If Izo, for some reason, decided he needed to be working, then he had to be ready. After all, he had been ordered to watch Azriel's performance later that evening, even though he wasn't on the clock.
Not that You minded. Azriel was a damn sexy minx. Of course he had to maintain the illusion that he really had little to do with the man at all outside the PR world... when in reality, Katsu had been one of his favorite guinea pigs. Because the man never complained. He just took what he was given. Every time.
Ishihara never even heard Haru leave the apartment and get into his car for that phone conversation, because You was knee deep in going through various email channels to learn everything regarding Matsumoto's lost 'package' and where it had been before it disappeared.
For a long long time, Naoko simply held Ko close. Then, ever so quietly and gently, the blond tucked the boy into bed and placed a soft kiss to his forehead. "Sweet dreams, Ko-kun..." the pianist spoke before heading out of the room and closing the door behind him.
For a moment, he stood there, just staring at the closed door. That boy brought up feelings in Naoko that he'd been trying to bury deep. Ko was so frightened... of everyone and every thing around him. He was latching onto the one thing he thought could save him... Shou and Naoko. Wasn't that how the pianist, in truth, was? Frightened of everything and holding to Ryu and Sai as the only things in the world to keep him whole. To keep him sane?
A throbbing set itself behind his eyes and for a moment, Naoko fell back against the wall as the stabbing pain assaulted him. He quickly shook it off and dashed, half blinded, down the stairs. He had to get to his suitcase... it should be in the living room... shouldn't it?
Nearly tripping over it, the pianist unzipped the suitcase and dug out a bottle of medication. Quickly a pill was down his throat, NAKO swallowing it without the aid of water. He hadn't had the time to get the water really...
A few moments passed and the pain receded. Carefully, Naoko leaned his back against the wall and just breathed in relief. He didn't like thinking of his own weaknesses... it usually triggered a change. Stress did too apparently... Emotional pain... There were too many things which could turn him into that grotesque version of himself that, for a moment, Naoko wondered if he should let himself be alone with the boy.
And what about Sai? Where the hell was he anyway?
Of course, what Naoko didn't realize, was that Sai had been in the hallway when he'd gone dashing downstairs...
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 6:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 7:04 pm
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Akihiko smiled softly from his end of the phone. "Would I call you just because something was wrong?" he paused. "No wait, don't answer that. Look, Hiroki... I'm calling because Yuuji told me what happened. And... well to be honest... I... if you could believe this..." he laughed slightly, finding what he was about to say completely ridiculous. "I know how you feel."
But before Asato could start in on him, the musician continued. "Let me explain. I had a twin sister who was murdered too when I was little... so I know what it feels like to lose a sister... to lose someone who... who meant the world to you..." Narcissus' voice was soft, calm... he was trying to make sure Hiroki knew he hadn't called to mean any harm. "I just... thought you might want someone to talk to who.... well... understood... is all..." the young Koyasu's voice trailed off as if now, all the sudden, he thought this conversation probably shouldn't be happening.
In truth, the man had no idea how Hiroki would react. He had every right to hang up on the musician, after all!
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 8:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 8:31 pm
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Naoko turned around, "Headaches." he replied softly, tossing the bottle to his brother. One look at the label would tell him otherwise, and the blond knew it.
Sighing, the younger Oumori walked into the living room and collapsed on the sofa. "I'm not right. I know it. The pills are to keep me stable. I won't lie, Ryu just about left me the last time I wasn't stable." he shook his head, moving an arm to drape over his eyes. "Too much has happened to me, niisan... my mind's fragile, kind of like yours. Only a genius doesn't pop out every time my head starts to split open."
He went silent for a long time. "As long as I'm not in much distress, it's okay... I guess I just... Ko-kun reminds me of me, you know... it brought back some bad memories..." the blond sighed again. "Seems like the other me wanted to take those memories and emerge. The drugs keep him back... as long as I take them regularly, flare-ups are rare."
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 8:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 9:01 pm
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Sighing, You realized how big a pain in the a** this was going to be. Of course he'd have to journey into the pit itself and inspect the area... question others who were occupants there... probably interrogate the less cooperative ones...
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Ishihara just tried to put it in the back of his mind. He'd focus on it tomorrow... because today, he was supposed to be recovering from jet lag and from following around the most mercurial man in existence.
You reached over and picked up his coffee, smelling of the warm soothing liquid and enjoying the arouma, before taking a sip. Once he put the cup back down he lit a chocolate flavored mini-cigar and took a few pulls from it. In truth it looked more like a cigarette, but the smoke was far less irritating than cigarette smoke.
Unlike Izo, Ishihara preferred to not smell like a tobacco factory after a relaxing smoke. So the man sat there, sipping coffee and smoking, his eyes forever on the shark that swam happily in the tank opposite him.
'One day... I'm going to ask for a raise. I think the day I find the package should be a good time to aim for.' he thought to himself.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 9:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 9:08 pm
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Narcissus smiled sadly. "I wish I were there... sounds like you really need a hug on this one..." he replied, though the notion that Hiroki might hug him a BIT too hard in his current state, made him grimace. "There are things about me you don't know. No one knows, Hiroki. Don't beat yourself up over it. That b*****d let you know what he wanted you to know... my sister ever existing was all swept under the rug a long time ago."
Reaching as far as his fingers could, Akihiko grabbed his pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Thankfully the trash can nearby was made of metal so he figured he could tip the ashes there and toss it later. The notion that he wasn't in his own home... didn't exactly occur to him...
He lit one cigarette, taking a long pull before speaking. "You're damn good at your job, Hiroki. No one, and I mean this, is better at what you do. You're ******** amazing... and I've only ever been a pain in the a**. I... I'm also calling to let you know that for a while, until I'm physically ready to tour again, I'm going to help you with everything I've got. You're not alone Asato... I remember meeting your sister at the benefit, you know. It was just for a few minutes but... she was so honest." he smiled in remembrance. "I think she was more excited to see Shou than to see me... but I could tell that all of this... everything you put together... was really for her benefit. Others be damned you wanted this for her. And you were right to want it. How could anyone ask for a better niisan than someone who literally could bring the stars right to her side?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 9:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 10:01 pm
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"Don't blame yourself." Naoko replied, sitting up and looking directly at Sai. "You're not the reason my head split in half and created another ME." sighing, the blond shook his head. "Seriously, niisan... it has nothing to do with you really... more..." he winced then got up and stood in front of Sai, whispering in the man's ear.
"When Ryu and I were kidnapped, I thought I murdered Ryu on accident when I tried to hit our kidnapper with a metal pipe and... he used Ryu as a shield. My brain couldn't take it. But then the next day Ryu was alive and... well... something inside you changes when you spend the night nestled next to what you think is a corpse, you know?"
He pulled back, having whispered that instead because he didn't want Ko to walk downstairs and hear something so ghastly. "I'm seeing a psychologist, Ryu took me for my first appointment and it... really hasn't been as bad since. I've had a few flare ups but... well the last one was because I couldn't handle the thought of you being gone so..." almost on instinct, the blond wrapped his arms around Sai and hugged him.
"But it's not your fault, niisan. I just wasn't strong enough... And I'm okay. Really. I... I wanted to use this holiday to heal with you... but... guess there's more important things, ne?" he asked, still holding onto his brother, blond head nestled in the man's shoulder.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 10:25 pm
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