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 Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:06 pm
I can no longer return to those days free of bloodshed
These deep scars rooted within me will not disappear...
 "Thank you, so very much, Koyasu-san." Jun bowed his head. "Indeed, the contracts run out very soon." His contract would run out very soon, too. Could he possibly run to another label? Ohayou wouldn't have him, of course...but maybe he could get away from Izo somehow...if the man even wanted him anymore. "I know what I'll have to face. This is the grave I've dug for myself. As long as you get them clear, I'll take the blow." Hide it, Hide it
Hide me...
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:09 pm
"Then I wish you luck, Jun-san. I have never seen one to escape the webs of Matsumoto Izo." Aki spoke, standing as their conversation was obviously coming to an end. "Feel free to remain here in this hotel during your stay. In fact, I insist on it." the man said, clearly meaning that Yuuji was going to keep an eye on him. "As soon as my grandson is cleared to fly again, we will be returning to Japan, even if the search for Shou-san and Izzy continues."
Yuuji walked over to stand near Hayato, prepared to show the man out should it be necessary.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:20 pm
Let the Memories of the Evening be...
the first think that you think of------------------------------------------------}:-  Tanaka Michi
Physical Therapist
Fingertips...walking up your spine...a tongue sliding right behind..
"Thanks. Sorry it's taking me so long to get the hang of all this." he said as he pulled off the headset for a moment to shake the hair out of his eyes.
"Sure, I'll give it a go." he answered and sipped his own water for a moment to clear his throat. Of course, when they tried it again, Michi would never tell Akihiko how kawaii his girly voice was. He kind of liked that sound out of Akihiko in more ways than one. And it encouraged him to hit his notes just at the right time all the more.
Once they had finished that round, Michi answered, "If you think we should." He leaned over and brushed a lock of hair out of Akihiko's eyes, then for a moment let those fingers linger down the side of the man's cheek. "Mmmm...whatever you think we need to do." In more than one way it was an invitation but, he'd let Akihiko choose his course.
-:{------------------------------------------------when you open up your smile and see me.
...Dark Star.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:24 pm
I can no longer return to those days free of bloodshed
These deep scars rooted within me will not disappear...
"You are a very gracious man, Koyasu-san." Jun rose from his chair and bowed deeply. "I will...do my best...when I do finally return to Japan. Hopefully...things will go well for everyone." Turning, Jun walked from the room, head down, full of shame. He had lost everything, thanks to Hayato and Matsumoto. His brother was dead...but Izo still lived, still tormented everyone he possibly could in every way he possibly could. As he marched down the hall, he found himself feeling more angry than anything else. This wasn't the way his life was supposed to go. None of this should be happening right now. He should be with Shou, happy as a lark, instead, he had lost Shou to some damned natural disaster, and if, by some miracle, that proved to be not so...he had still lost Shou thanks to the bastards who had manipulated him and twisted him into what he had become, what he never wanted to be again....what he still was, somewhere deep down inside. No matter what, he had lost Shou. His heart, his soul, his everything...gone. Marching into his room, he slammed the door shut and slid down to the floor, head in his hands as he thought about what he would do from here on out. Hide it, Hide it
Hide me...
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:29 pm
Michi was doing fantastic! And, the more Akihiko heard him... the more it cemented into his mind that his physical therapist was going to become a guest on the CD.
It was too perfect.
Michi HAD to do the vocals on the final album cut.
"Just give it a go? Really?" Akihiko asked with a laugh, amused at his the other man was reacting to this sudden challenge.
Narcissus smiled, "You're doing great, Michi-kun. Better than I expected. I think we should, yeah, but..." the his attention was caught.
Michi was flirting. He'd seen the man do things like that before. They were totally alone... the first time in a while really... but...
With lightning reflexes, Akihiko closed his hand around Michi's fingers, holding them still. He hadn't thought about sex since.... well... hadn't thought about just taking comfort in someone else in almost a week now.
All he could think about was Izzy... day and night.
Every song he wrote was for the man, every single note he played was pouring his soul out into sweet melancholy music.
But Michi...
Michi was alive... and here... and... worried?
He was helping Akihiko but the musician wasn't giving him anything back in return.
"You sure you're up for it?" Akihiko replied with a slight smirk, a mischievous glint in his blue gaze. "Might be a bit... demanding..."
Of course if only he knew that Tanaka found his high pitched singing to be a turn on... hell... he might have just talked like that to tease the other man.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:42 pm
Let the Memories of the Evening be...
the first think that you think of------------------------------------------------}:- Tanaka Michi
Physical Therapist
Fingertips...walking up your spine...a tongue sliding right behind..
"Demanding? You? Never..." he smiled letting the man hold his fingers still. "As for me...all you have to do is say the word, and I'm ready for anything."
The sweet voice had brought on his desires and the more that he looked at the man, the more he wanted to do...something. But he had already determined that Akihiko would take the lead for awhile in these matters. This was all a part of that long healing process. Time would slowly put things back together for everyone.
-:{------------------------------------------------when you open up your smile and see me.
...Dark Star.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:43 pm
He had been waiting for about half an hour now. Sure, the man knew where Hayato was... it was his job to know... but he had waited all the same.
The boss wouldn't have been very happy if he'd let those Ohayou swine know he was here after all.
So, after hacking into the cameras which Yuuji had conveniently placed in Jun's room, and feeding it a fake video feed that showed the room empty, the man had sat down in one of the suite's living room chairs with a cup of coffee and a nice book.
"1Q84" by Murakami Haruki wasn't really the pinnacle of class, but it was a rather interesting read and a wonderful way to pass the time as he sat there... waiting for Hayato to return.
Then, when he was well onto page 137, the man heard the door slam. He looked up over the edge of the book, his other hand moving to the silencer in his lap that JUST so happened to be obscured by the aforementioned hardcover.
"Seems someone was busy today." Ishihara You spoke calmly, his dark gaze focused on the crumpled form of Hayato near the door. "Tell me, and please don't insult my intelligence by lying... did you actually think Izo would just let you run around on your own? I mean honestly, Jun... throwing your phone into the ocean? That's a pathetic attempt to ignore the man who pays your bills, don't you think?"
The megane-clad man was dressed in a nicely pressed suit and looked every part the young businessman.
Except... his business... was to make sure others didn't stick their noses into that of his employer... Matsumoto Izo.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 8:53 pm
Akihiko couldn't help but laugh softly, "I'm beginning to think... Michi-kun... that you've got a thing for bandages..." he whispered, an obvious referral to the fact that the musician's head still sported one.
He felt... self conscious. Someone looking at him in a desirable fashion and here he was with holes, two this time, drilled in his head.
"I never get tired of your advances..." Narcissus spoke, letting go of Michi's hand and, in turn, reaching up to gently stroke the side of Tanaka's face. "They're so honest... Your eyes... and words..."
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 9:35 pm
Let the Memories of the Evening be...
the first think that you think of------------------------------------------------}:- Tanaka Michi
Physical Therapist
Fingertips...walking up your spine...a tongue sliding right behind..
"Mmm...I think I've got a thing for your voice instead. But if you were covered like a mummy I'd still find you attractive." He didn't mention which part of Akihiko's voice and sure he had to tease a little when he flirted with Akihiko. Their time together always had a few moments play mixed with passion.
And Michi could take a few hints as that hand stroked his cheek. But he just for a short time enjoyed that tender hand and closed his eyes. It felt good...No reason to rush a good thing. Not at all.
Winding his fingers around Akihiko's waist he pulled him in just close enough to kiss. Lips barely touching though..innocent enough, giving Akihiko every opportunity to make a choice one way or another. "I could never tire of your sensual self." He was being romantic and taking every move slowly. Fingertips moving like feathers over Akihiko's spine.
-:{------------------------------------------------when you open up your smile and see me.
...Dark Star.
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2011 9:44 pm
"Koe ka?" Akihiko whispered, his voice low and seductive.
He was pulled forward into Michi's arms and just stood there, watching the man before him until their lips met softly... gently...
Tanaka cared. He knew the man cared. From everything that the physical therapist was doing, Narcissus KNEW that he was being asked...
And so, he answered...
"Maybe..." Akihiko's voice was barely above a whisper as they stood, forehead to forehead. "We should record the rest later..."
That was his answer.
Plain as day.
He wanted Michi. Wanted his friend to take away the memories that plagued him constantly.
He wanted to be held... just as Izzy had wanted to be held that day on the plane.
Akihiko needed Michi's strength... needed those warm arms that told him everything was fine... it would all be over soon...
"Tell me, Michi-kun..." the musician said with a devilish smirk. "Why does my voice suddenly fascinate you?"
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 11:57 am
I can no longer return to those days free of bloodshed
These deep scars rooted within me will not disappear...
While he wasn't terrified at knowing someone was in his room, it did catch Jun off guard. And it pissed him off like you wouldn't believe, especially when he realized what was going on. he just couldn't get away, could he? This was bullshit. While it was bullshit, though, he also realized he had a lot of song and dance to perform now if he were going to get out of this s**t in one piece. "Of course I didn't think he would just let me stay, that's why I threw the phone away. I don't want to go yet. I want to stay here...just in case. In case Shou is alive..." he said, eyes darkening. It wasn't a lie at all, only a half-truth. "I figured he would be upset...but I hardly think I can be blamed for doing what I've done." Hide it, Hide it
Hide me...
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 4:42 pm
"Be blamed for doing what you've done?" You asked, uncrossing his legs and raising an eyebrow at the young man. "Do you really understand what you've done? No... no I don't think so..."
Setting the book down on the coffee table, silencer now very VERY visible to Hayato's dark eyes, Ishihara reached over to pick up his coffee up and take a sip.
"You see, Nagasaki-san... I really didn't like the idea of having to fly half way around the world to bring your a** back home for punishment. However... the boss gave me permission to punish you here, if you're adamant about remaining. He has told me you can stay one more week. No more. And you'll be under my... care... during that time."
Another sip of his coffee and soon the cup was back on the table and one of You's hands on the trigger of his gun. "So... we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. Your choice. But trust me, it won't be pleasant... for you..."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 4:59 pm
I can no longer return to those days free of bloodshed
These deep scars rooted within me will not disappear...
As he listened to the man speak, something akin to the sound, no, the feeling of floorboards creaking went through Hayato's mind. He just felt...rage. A rage of the worst kind. Calm, measured....devious and patient. "Perhaps I don't know what trouble I've cause...but whatever the trouble, I'll pay for it. I expected as much." the vocalist pushed himself up from the floor and looked over at the guy with his gun. "I'd prefer to stay, seeing as I have the option. Now, if you don't mind, I've been really stressed out lately and I'd appreciate it if you would put that gun away instead of swinging it around like it's your d**k." Slowly, he approached the man, not an ounce of fear in his eyes. "So, what's your name, anyway? You know me, but I don't think I've met you before." he grinned a sexy grin, looking the man up and down as if he admired him. Hide it, Hide it
Hide me...
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:07 pm
Smirking slightly, You looked up at the towering Hayato.
Of course the men were the same height, but Ishihara wasn't standing. He hadn't any intention of standing.
"When people ******** up, Nagasaki-san... who do you think the boss calls, hmm? When his pets run off and start making deals with the enemy... what do you think happens to them, hmm?" You asked, picking up his coffee again and taking a sip, completely unaffected by Hayato's close proximity. "You would do well to keep your eyes in your head, least I remove them for you."
When Hayato didn't back off however... well... Ishihara set his cup down once more...
And in a flash, almost too quick for the naked eye to make out, You's palm impacted with the bottom of Hayato's chin, sending the other man's head snapping back. He kicked out with one well polished shoe, landing the hit square in Hayato's chest and knocking him back to the floor.
Standing, Ishihara straightened his jacket, running a hand through his hair, before pointing the silencer at Jun.
"Now... lets do things the easy way this time, hmm? Stand up. Hands behind your head. And enter the bedroom... if you would be so kind." You spoke, his dark gaze fixed on the other man for any sign of movement.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 5:16 pm
I can no longer return to those days free of bloodshed
These deep scars rooted within me will not disappear...
Before Hayato could say a word, he had been struck hard and knocked back, landing on the floor with a thud. Shaking it off, the dark star rolled up, laughing heartily, his long raven hair hanging partially over his face. "Mmmm.....so I see you like to give it rough, eh?" he smirked, rubbing his chin. "Did you really feel so threatened by me that you had to strike? I was just trying to make friends." Hayato teased as he slowly began to stand, raising his hands like he had been asked. "Hands behind my head...enter the bedroom....ooohhhhhh, S&M. I'm kinda into that, you know, though I'm usually on the other side of the scenario, but hey, I'm into trying new things. Are you sure you weren't sent as a gift?" Jun chuckled, heading into the bedroom with a smile on his face. "You sure you won't at least tell me your name? I at least like having something to call out in the bedroom..." Hide it, Hide it
Hide me...
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