Akihito and the Fox - 1/?
By Amaniblue
Fandom: View Finder
Couple: Asami x Akihito
Warning: post NT arc, AU, supernatural, unbetaed.
Disclaimer: Me no own, please don't sue.
AN: Happy New Years! I had intended to post this on Hallow's Eve but didn't make past my own deadline. 'Ere goes my second attempt for another try, a New Year's Eve this time. Please enjoy!
He hadn't dreamt like this in years. It was as if one image flowed into another. The concept of time was meaningless, yet he knew somehow it had been too long.
There was something he had to do.
The dreams continue to bombard him, drowning out the constant voice nagging in the background.
Days, maybe months has past.
Then the fog and drumming silence of the void cease without warning.
"Huh!" He woke up gasping for air.
"Hikaru! Come quick! The poor thing's awake!"
It was loud, much too loud. His ears folded in. Grogginess lingered still and he shook his head to clear it only to have pain slice through his abdomen at the motion. A yelp follow by a twine of whimpers from his own lips surprised him.
"Oh, don't try to move sweetie. There, there."
A hand, much too large smooth across the top of his and began petting him. The strange sensation was soothing yet it disturbed him somehow. His hair at the top and back of his head felt too thick, too warm. The motion coming through his hair sooth him so he tried not to move as instructed. Moments past and the petting stopped.
His eyes pop open in wonder and what he saw startled him.
An old woman wearing a white sweater, blue jeans, and pink slippers was kneeling before him. That wouldn't have been alarming except for the fact that she was much, much larger than he thought possible. Without moving his head again, his eyes peered from her kneeling position, heading upwards her towering form. She had to be over ten to twenty meters! That was impossible.
Moments later, he saw another figure running towards him with her pounding steps bouncing off the tatami floor. It was a little girl this time, still dress in a heavy purple coat and elementary school clothes underneath while the signature bright yellow cap sat atop her head. She was huge too! Five meters at most.
Was he still dreaming? No. This can't be. The constant pain in his abdomen as he lay on his side confirms it. But then, how would one explain he woken up to the land of giant women?
The idea was preposterous. Yet the proof was before him.
As he pondered this, the little girl had knelt down beside the older woman and reached out both arms in his direction. Universally or instinctively, call it whatever, he was not about to let a giant child hold or worse, carry him. It was not done. He was a grown man of twenty-three! Despite the pain, he spoke up and raised a hand out to swat her only to pause midway. His hand wasn't a hand at all and the voice he thought he would hear was a yip instead.
Shocked by such a discovery, his body froze.
The giant girl took the opportunity and picked him up like a newborn. He yelped more in surprise than pain as she transported him and began petting him atop the head.
"Be careful Hikaru-chan, he's still hurt."
"Don't worry, I won't hurt Gin."
"Given a name to it already, have you? Now, now. I hadn't said anything about adopting him. He's still a wild creature."
"Na ah. Daddy looked it up for me. He said Gin's kind is already do— domes— domestated."
"You mean domesticated?"
"That's the word grandma! So can I keep him? Please, pretty please?"
"We still found him in the woods. There's no tag on him."
"Look at him, Gin wouldn't hurt anybody. Please grandma?"
"… I'll tell you what, let's take him to the animal shelter in town and have him checked out. If he's domesticated and has an owner, there should be a chip on him. Then we'll have to give him back. But, if he doesn't, we'll see about adopting him after he's been taken care of."
"Yeah! Oh grandma, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
In her exuberance, the giant little girl squeezed him in a fierce hug and he yelped in pain once more.
"Oh, I'm sorry Gin. There, there."
And the petting resumed as she tried to calm him down. He was anything but calm. That monstrous squeeze of hers had woken him up from the shock, but it did little to wake him from this nightmare. His name was most certainly not Gin. It is Takaba Akihito. He's a photojournalist and not some damn giant little girl's pet.
What the hell was going on?
