PROLOGUE : DISASTER
Shinobu smiled down at him, a beautiful smile that he rarely got to see, but when he did see it, it made the whole world shine. He doubted that would be something he'd ever say aloud, lest of all to Shinobu, he didn't need the brat getting too smug for his own good. Sometimes, however, he wondered how he'd deserved to find love again, wondered often why it was that Shinobu loved an old man like himself. He doubted the answer would ever be clear to either of them.
His fingers brushed down Shinobu's neck, tweaking each nipple before falling to the young man's hips and helping him bounce.
He felt his cock engulfed by his young lovers ass and could hear the little terrorist's moans. Moans which sent a shudder of pleasure running through him. The sounds Shinobu made when they were going at it, just made him hornier than fuck.
"Oh god Miyagi! You're getting bigger!"
The corner of the older lovers mouth twitched.
Together now, it was impossible to think of life without his Shinobu-chin.
He watched his young lovers hands slip down to his cock and saw the young man wrap his fingers around himself.
It really was an erotic sight, watching his lover stroke himself while riding him.
He had the best seat to the best view in the world and the greatest thing of all, was that it was only him who'd ever get to see Shinobu like this. Hot and wild and wet.
He could feel Shinobu's muscles clenching around his cock and it was all he could to to stop from groaning, before he and his little terrorist came simultaneously.
"Miyagi!" Cried the younger man, moments later collapsing onto the dark haired man's chest, his tongue darting out to swipe over a nipple.
Miyagi chuckled and used his hand to grip a handful of dirty blonde hair, guiding Shinobu's head up so that their mouths crashed.
There everyday was wonderful, he couldn't imagine anything being any different.
Shinobu, a few minutes later, sighed, murmuring, "Don't you have to get ready for work?"
"And what about you Shinobu-chin, shouldn't you get ready for school?"
"Hmmn, yeah, but I have another two hours before I have to be there today. My first class was canceled, the professor's wife's in the hospital having a baby."
Miyagi was surprised that his little terrorist wasn't going to try and get him to stay with him longer as he got up off the bed. Maybe he was just tired or just replete from what they'd just done.
It got him wondering if he should have sex with Shinobu every day, maybe it would keep him from glowering so much and instead smile more. Like he had earlier.
The quick shower he had, left his hair still mildly damp as he dressed. Finally, he was putting on his tie, when Shinobu, wearing absolutely nothing came up to him.
"Let me help you with your tie Miyagi."
Miyagi quirked a brow down at him, wondering if he could do it. But Shinobu had worn ties with some of his school uniforms, so surely he knew at least how to do that. The only problem was, seeing him without a stitch on made it difficult not to stare at his gorgeous pale body. 'I'll have to ravish him tonight after work, we don't have time for another round right now!' Besides he still needed some recovery time, though probably more so Shinobu.
It was always cute though, when Shinobu couldn't walk or sit after they'd been rather vigorous. One of the reasons he had Shinobu ride him instead of pounding into him like he'd have liked to.
"Are you sure you know how?"
That earned him a glower and the collar of his shirt being held in his young lovers fist.
"Of course I do old man. I wear ties too," though not as often as he once did, nor as often as Miyagi. However as a future lawyer, or whatever he decided to do with the law degree he was pursuing, now in his second year at Teito University, he'd be wearing them a lot more.
As usual, his terrorist insisted on calling him an old man. Shinobu was too easy to irritate and over such a small question. He could have just given a simple yes. Sometimes he still wondered how he could think the kid was cute.
He was surprised that Shinobu actually managed to tie his tie and to reward him, he smirked and leaned down to brush a kiss over his mouth while his hands gripped his ass cheeks.
Shinobu's eyes widened, "Miyagi!" He frowned, but his face was completely red.
This was why he thought he was unbearably cute.
"We'll finish this later Shinobu-chin, but right now I've got to get to work."
Picking up his briefcase for work, he exited their apartment and was soon out the door of the building.
Shinobu watched his lover out the window, after he'd pulled on the top to Miyagi's pajama's. He waved to him and felt slightly flushed when Miyagi appeared to spot him and waved back.
Stepping backwards, away from the window, he spun around to go shower himself and dress. He did have to get ready for school after all, he had other classes besides the one which had been canceled.
He hoped his professors wife pulled through and had a healthy baby.
Pulling on his jacket, he stared at the clock, listening to it's continuous tic-toc-tic-toc.
Giving his hair one last quick comb through, he pulled the straps to his duffel bag for school over his shoulder and put on his shoes in front of the door.
He'd have breakfast at the University when he got there, he'd have time if he left right then. As long as he was busy he wouldn't think of Miyagi... too much.
Hurriedly he caught the train headed for his second University of choice. He'd only chosen it, because of his parents wanting him to go to a place that fit his academic abilities. In truth, he'd much rather have attended Mitsuhashi, because Miyagi worked there and he could have taken his class.
However, he was living with Miyagi now, so it wasn't all bad. It wasn't bad at all, except he worried about his boyfriends assistant.
Miyagi was hardly a boy though, but sometimes he could act just as immature as one. So usually he felt that the term lover fit a whole hell of a lot better.
Once he was let off at his stop, his brows furrowed. There didn't seem to be that many people at the school.
Walking past the gates, he noticed other students exiting the building in an orderly fashion, yet on all of their faces, horror was written.
"Excuse me, what's going on?"
"We don't know, no one will tell us anything, but the premises is being evacuated. That usually equates to danger."
Shinobu blinked, are they sure this wasn't just some prank with someone going around saying they had to evacuate or worse someone making a prank and threatening without actually intending to do anything?
He turned to leave with the rest of the crowd, but heard a wail inside.
His eyes widened, he couldn't let this stampede of people trample someone, he'd heard of things like that happening before in old papers he'd read.
Quickly, he weaved, zig zagging through the crowd which was exiting the building, trying to locate the wail.
Then, his chest tightening, he realized that this portion of the building housed the day care. What if a little kid had gotten left behind?
His frown deepened the lines of his mouth as he turned in the direction of the entrance to the day care portion of the building. No way was he letting a little kid suffer, if anything did happen. Nor was he going to let them remain alone and completely lost if nothing did happen. There was no reason for the child, whomever the child was, to feel neglected and forgotten.
Running down the hall, once in the day care, he scanned the rooms and finally he found a little girl with pigtails standing just outside a bathroom door clinging tightly to a little pink and white panda bear.
He kneeled down on his knees and asked her, "Hello there, what's your name?"
"I na s'posed to tawk to stwangors."
"That's a good rule to follow, but everyone's evacuating the building, so you shouldn't stay here. It's dangerous."
In the background he could hear sirens, several of them. They probably had some officials coming to inspect the place just in case there was a bomb or something.
The little girl backed away from him when he offered her his hand, her wide chocolate brown puppy like eyes stared at him wearily.
"Waz da secwet wooed?"
"Please?"
The little girl shook her head and she began to tear up yet again.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to help you."
Pigtails flew as she shook her head.
Growing irritated, Shinobu stood up and swooped her into his arms. He was getting her the fuck out of there even if she bit and scratched him.
He ran down the hall he'd just come from, his eyes widening as he heard the sound of tic-toc-tic-toc like the clock he and Miyagi had back home.
However this tic-toc seemed faster and he didn't see a clock anywhere! Gulping he said, "Oh god...there's a bomb."
The little girl stopped her struggles hearing that and clung to him.
The damn bomb started talking as though there'd been a preset recording.
"This bomb will detonate in five."
His heart pounding he neared the door.
"Four."
His hand reached out and turned the door knob.
"Three."
Holding the little girl in his arms, he ran out the door.
"Two."
He saw down what looked like the longest hall he'd ever seen, though he'd seen it time and time before, it had never looked so damn long.
"One."
He dove to the ground, shielding the little girl as a loud boom seemed to shatter his eardrums. He felt the floor shake beneath him and saw the ceiling caving in. He'd made it between the door, but one of his legs was not so lucky as metal from a mangled beam sluiced through it, even through the bone it was so hot from the explosion.
Beneath him, the little girl wailed, holding her hands to her ears, her eyes shut tight.
He noticed nothing after that as the world went black.
One of the men in a black suit ran up once they noticed him and called his partners over.
"Take the child to where everyone else is and have Miyoshi look her over," he handed the little three year old to his youngest partner, the rookie.
His eyes returned to the blonde, it looked like his left arm was mangled and caught between cylinder.
The lucky bastard was still breathing and even luckier yet, passed out and he'd been found before bleeding to death.
"Help me move him. We should call our boss and have the lab ready. I don't know if it was a clean enough cut to put his limbs back together," he muttered.
His partner agreed, "And if they're not, he'll wind up being the boss's pet project, you know his wife is a scientist in advanced robotics that not even the public, no not even the government knows about.
"Just shut up and help me here. He's going to die if we don't hurry up!"
Once they had the sleeping, injured young man free they placed him on a stretcher into their companies ambulance and rushed him to their underground facilities. Before they arrived they'd placed a call in and everything was hurriedly prepped for his arrival.
They hadn't been able to free his leg from all the rubble, the place still too unsteady and the building continuing to crumble.
When he was brought to the examination table, the look on the woman's face was maniacal, frightening as she clapped her hands together in glee.
"Oh wonderful! Such a specimen!" She checked his pulse and pursued her lips, "But he's barely got a pulse, we'd better hurry."
One of the men found the boy's identification card and his donar card.
The woman grinned, "Good, we have that blood type in our blood bank. Fresh blood is better though, so we'll have to use yours."
Rolling his eyes he prepared for the inevitable.
Twirling around with merriment, as though there weren't someone who'd been about to die, who still might she got out something to measure with and flicked on her computer.
"Ever since I watched Bionic Woman and The Six Million Dollar Man re-runs I've been dying for this day to come. I'm going to create the first real bionic man."
She didn't seem to care that the man might have a family who was sick and worried about him, because surely the news would have spread by now and if they found the kid's leg, people would surely assume the worst.
"So, it was just his right a couple inches above the knee and his arm at the shoulder. What about his hearing? Explosions can do a horrible thing to one's hearing. I suppose we wont know until he's conscious though."
Some of her husbands workers wondered why they even worked under him when he had such a crazy woman not only as a wife, but as a partner in crime. Well it wasn't really crime, but it sometimes felt like it, such as now.
Miyagi smiled as he reached his office first thing in the morning. "Good morning Kami~jo~u!"
Hiroki glared at him, "Good morning Professor." He did wonder what had the man in such a good mood, but at least he wasn't trying to glomp him and cause another avalanche of books.
Miyagi plopped himself into his swivel chair and took from his brief case papers, checking them over once more before his first class of the day would start.
"Shinobu was great this morning. How about you and that giant of yours? Is everything going well?"
Hiroki's brows furrowed as he gazed at the professor suspiciously while he worked on his own papers. "Everything is fine, professor."
Just then, the dean stormed into the room, causing both men to jump and turn around.
Miyagi and Hiroki asked together, "What's wrong sir?"
The dean, shaken, stared at them both. "Teito University."
Miyagi frowned, "What about Teito?"
"There was en explosion!"
The dark haired man stood up, feeling queasy, but Shinobu's first class had been canceled, so surely he hadn't yet gone to class.
"I've tried getting a hold of Shinobu, but I haven't been able to."
That had him all the more worried.
Hiroki just stared between the two older men. He didn't know what to say, he wasn't good when it came to dealing with grief and he was not the type to offer any form of comfort. He just hoped the dean's brat, despite being a brat, was okay.
Miyagi glanced at Hiroki, "Do you mind taking my classes for me?"
"Uh, sure," he'd have to let Nowaki he'd be home late tonight, but if something had happened to the Takatsuki brat, this was one time he wasn't going to yell at the man to do his own damn work. He couldn't imagine losing a son, but he didn't even have one. But the thought of losing a lover, now that he could sympathize with more and it was fucking scary to even think about.
Miyagi turned back to the dean, "Were you going to Teito? If you'd like some company, I'd be more than willing to go with you."
The dean nodded, "Yes, I think I could use the company. I'm praying that Shinobu wasn't there and that he just lost his cell phone somewhere."
He was hoping exactly the same thing.
His hold on the steering wheel grew white the closer they got to Teito University, the more he could see of the now destroyed building.
'Please don't let Shinobu-chin be in that mess.'
Parking a block away, he and the dean of Mitsuhashi's Literature department ran to where yellow caution tape had been put up.
Firemen were digging and shifting through the rubble.
What they found was a cellphone that had a mustached panda bear phone charm and then they pulled out a severed leg, but couldn't find the rest of the body.
Shakily, he picked up his own cell and dialed Shinobu's number. The cellphone the firemen held went off and Miyagi immediately knew just who the cell belonged to. And that leg.
For the first time in his thirty-six years, he passed out while the dean slid to his knees and began to sob. He too realized just whose cell and leg that had to be. Especially when he'd seen Miyagi dialing it.
A week later, Miyagi was sitting at his desk, staring blankly at his papers. Even Kamijou hadn't said boo to him.
"Professor, those who are grief stricken, should stay home. It's only been a week, you should have taken more than three days off for the funeral!"
His midnight blue eyes, black with grief, glanced silently at his assistant.
"Even the Dean took time off."
"No one, but you know that Shinobu and I were lovers."
"Then tell the Dean..." thinking it over again he grimaced, "No, on second thought don't tell him. You don't need to get fired and I don't need to be scrutinized."
Miyagi dipped his head and glanced back at his work and picking up a pen, he began the monotonous task of correcting papers. Life was calm and quiet without Shinobu-chin, but it was also dull and painful! Work was the only thing he could do to stop himself from thinking. That and getting drunk and smoking like a fiend.
When Shinobu finally woke, it had been three and a half weeks since he'd been involved in the explosion. His head pounded and his arms and legs felt odd.
Staring up at the ceiling, he noticed someone standing over him.
The woman grinned down at him, "Well finally, you're awake Shinobu!"
"Who are you? Where am I? And who is Shinobu?"
The woman blinked, "Why, you're Shinobu! Wait no, better call you something else. Your name is Shintaka Tsuki."
"Well, which is it?" He glowered at the woman, unhappy and confused.
"Shintaka Tsuki," the woman was delighted that he didn't remember the truth, it would make it so much easier to get him to work for their secret detective agency.
The sandy haired youth rolled the name around on his tongue, it felt foreign, but then so did everything else, "Shintaka Tsuki."
"Yes and you're a detective, well one could even say a spy I guess. On your last mission, unfortunately there was an explosion and you lost your right leg and left arm."
Staring at the woman suspiciously, he glanced at his arms and down at his legs as he moved the sheet aside, wearing nothing but a hospital gown. "I don't appear to have lost them."
"That's because, I being the great genius that I am, particularly in robotics and bionics or whatever you want to call it was able to give you new limbs. They're better, make you faster and stronger, although really only in one leg and one arm. It appears your hearing is fine so I don't have to tamper with your ears," she sighed as though she were disappointed.
Tsuki already did not like this woman.
"Anyway we've got a new mission, but we have to go to British Columbia, Canada for two years. We'll be departing next week, thankfully you're awake, on the companies private jet. Our company has been called in to crack down on a drug smuggling ring, which also deals in the black baby market. After that we'll be returning here."
"What about my family?"
The woman blinked, staring at him blankly and then placing her hand over her mouth.
The others who worked for her husband often thought she was a great actress, if a bit of a bitch for messing with peoples bodies or minds, "I'm sorry Tsuki-kun, but you were a black market baby. Your real mother died giving birth to you, never knew who your father was and the couple who bought you once they had their own baby gave you to my husband and I. So Tsuki-kun, I'm your Okaa-san."
Something didn't feel right, but how was he to argue when he couldn't remember anything anyway.
It looked like he'd be going to Canada soon. He wasn't happy about it, but if this really was his Okaa-san, then who was he to argue.