Trifecta Love from A to Z

By Shin Sankai

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Author's Notes: In honour of this being my 20th - you read that correctly - 20th Trifecta story, I have decided to embark on a journey of "epic" proportions and I've decided to create a mega multi-chapter story in celebration of Trifecta and my addiction towards these characters. This story will pretty much incorporate 26 tales into one huge story, hopefully you've already caught on as to why its 26 chapters in length? I do hope that each chapter will lead into the next smoothly, if not I'll cry. Once again, please do not take this seriously. Although I have borrowed from the novels, my warped mind has once again been let loose and everything is made up as per usual from me. Please be patient as I dive head first into this epic tale and hopefully it'll be enjoyed by someone out there.

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Chapter 1: Attraction

He'd been an observer all his life, picking up on certain things ever since he was young. Now that he was older, his sharp almond eyes didn't miss glances one man was giving another. He also didn't miss, as time went on, an awkward distance had begun to occur between these two particular men. It came to the point where the suit clad salesman could no longer be in the same room as the Editor-in-Chief of Emerald.

He'd no idea the true relationship between the two men, but what he did know now, was it had turned into unrequited love. The look on the salesman face, when he thought he was trying to hide his emotions was truly pitiful.

Yokozawa Takafumi was known as the wild bear in the Sales Department, and yet right now he looked like a wounded puppy, shoulders and head slumped, his usual straight forward attitude slightly reserved now. Everyone seemed to know something was wrong with the man, but no one was game enough to verify exactly what was going on.

And then there was he, Kirishima Zen, Editor-in-Chief of Japun. He had been in this situation several times before, quietly observing the lovelorn man who was desperately trying to forget the fact he'd so obviously been rejected. It'd been several weeks since the two men had "split" and once again, there the salesman was, drowning his sorrows in alcohol. And once again here he was, standing outside the door, debating whether to go in.

He'd never been a man that would pay close attention to another man, but for some reason his eyes just followed the dark haired salesman wherever he went. He was a stubborn man, not afraid to argue with others during meetings, something he found very pleasing, that being his boldness in the office. He was, after all, just doing his job, but many steered clear of him. Kirishima knew the man had balls, he idly watching the argument that would occur between several departments and Yokozawa who would place his point across, valid points at that. He was someone who didn't back down...and yet...in love it appeared at the first sign of 'tough times' or even 'rejection' the darked haired salesman slipped away like some coward, tail between his legs in defeat, not seemingly ready to fight for the man he was in love with. Was it possible that he'd not truly been in love with the man and in actual fact he'd just grown dependant on the Editor-in-Chief of Emerald who relied too much on being protected by him instead? Was his supposed love just a little bit distorted?

Due to this sudden devastation for Yokozawa, Kirishima himself was certain more then ever that Yokozawa had many walls protecting him, even from the man he supposedly was in love with. Was he just afraid to reveal what was hidden deep within? At work he had quite the reputation, in order to get the job done, but the light haired businessman was certain there was a real Yokozawa Takafumi lurking beneath that hardened shell, begging to be known and accepted.

As almond eyes watched Yokozawa chug down another beer, cheeks flushed, his hand was on the doorknob, pushing it open and stepping over the threshold. When the door gave off its merry chime, he removing his overcoat, it didn't take long for a pair of hazy steely blue orbs to gaze over at him. Was there slight recognition within them, knowing just who he was and probably wondering what the hell he was doing here too?

"Yo, fancy meeting you here." Kirishima grinned at the drunk man as he took a seat next to him. There was an adorable frown and a slight crease between dark eyebrows as Yokozawa tilted his head, silently gazing at him. He could almost here the cogs turning in that brain of his. "Master, two beers please." Kirishima requested, and within seconds his order was received as he took hold of Yokozawa's hand for a few seconds, directing his fingers around the glass.

"What?" His deep voice came out in a slur, but all was forgotten as Kirishima clinked their glasses together, slapping the hunched man on the shoulder and then downed the refreshing liquid just like Yokozawa did previously.

Once again steely blue orbs were looking suspiciously over at him, cheeks still rosy from far too much alcohol and a pout on plump lips that were begging to be smothered. Kirishima felt his own orbs widen at his inner thoughts. Was he possibly becoming attracted to the drunk man slouched beside him? All was forgotten when his arms swiftly went out to Yokozawa, catching him from falling off his stool as he'd finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

Kirishima let out a sigh as he placed money on the counter and hefted the drunk man up, throwing his arm over his shoulders, while his left arm went around the man's narrow waist and lugged him towards the exit and out onto the streets, hailing a taxi for them.

"Masamune..." The drunk salesman murmured as Kirishima packed the both of them into a taxi and headed for the nearest hotel.

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Kirishima gazed out the large windows of the hotel room as sunrise was approaching quickly, but he turned when he heard a groan from the man he'd thrown on one of the double beds hours ago. Almond eyes once again took in the man he'd stripped down. He had pale taut skin, a very appealing body, as his eyes had roamed over the defenceless man before he threw a sheet over his naked flesh.

Kirishima had gotten a little sleep, taking up the other bed, but not before taking a bit of payment from the man who he ended up taking care of in the way of a picture on his phone and also a kiss from his lips. He wondered what it'd be like to catch the man unawares, but actually awake and reminded himself he'd certainly have to give it a shot.

The real reason Yokozawa was naked was because he'd thrown up over his business suit which he'd sent for dry cleaning. It had been returned merely half an hour ago and was hanging up in the wardrobe now. He was certain the salesman would awaken and draw the wrong conclusion, since he was naked in bed and he himself was fresh from a shower and in nothing but a bathrobe and his boxer briefs.

"Ugh," A loud groan broke from parched lips as Kirishima watched Yokozawa sit up in the bed, sheet pooling within his lap while one hand clutched at his pounding head.

"Oh, you're finally awake." Steely blue eyes which had snapped up and darted towards his direction, growing wide as he followed the Editor-in-Chief towards the cupboard as he removed the bathrobe and began to slowly dress. Kirishima could feel eyes watching him intently, the salesman's brain trying to put everything together in its hungover state.

"What are you doing here?" Yokozawa bellowed, freezing instantly when Kirishima sauntered over, gripping his chin and leering slightly down at him.

"What does it look like?" The older man was spot on in knowing that Yokozawa was definitely leaping to conclusions of things that never actually happened. It didn't take long for his hand to be smacked away by the now livid salesman. "Oh, by the way, thanks for the service and the pictures."

"Eh?" Yokozawa stammered as Kirishima waved his phone in his face. Though his head was pounding, the salesman leapt towards the Editor-in-Chief, but gasped in surprise when he was thrown back on the bed with the older man leaning heavily over him.

"You'll never overpower me Yokozawa." God the man smelt good, even if he still had the scent of beer on his lips. Why the heck did he just think that for?

"Let go of me!" Yokozawa struggled within such a tight grip, never having been overpowered like this before which was making his heart race and he wasn't sure why.

"Relax or you'll make yourself sick." Kirishima muttered into the flustered man's ear before pulling away. "You should be grateful, I've been taking care of you all night since you've been rejected."

"What?" Steely blue orbs widened once again.

"Don't worry, you didn't mention any names. And besides, you should be thanking me, I after all, took very good care of you." Yokozawa visibly gulped down the lump in his throat at the man's words. "I must admit, I quite enjoy taking guys like you down a peg or two."

"Kisama!" Kirishima watched Yokozawa blush rather cutely, even if he was quite pissed at him at this very moment. The Editor-in-Chief was certain now: he was attracted to the salesman.

"Please look forward to more of our bonding."

"Wait!"

"Ja ne..." Kirishima gave a slight wave, Yokozawa watching the hotel room door click closed, his mind completely blank about what had just transpired. Just what the hell had he and the Editor-in-Chief of Japun done last night...and what the hell was he talking about bonding!?

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To be continued...

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