I do not own Death Note, i do however own this story! ^^ Please review, I need the encouragment, or criticism, if you can think of anything at all i can improve on--thank you so much, i look forward to your reviews!! If you don't like this pairing, please tell me, ive always found NamikawaxHiguchi fascinating... ^^ but i know others aren't fond of it, so give me your suggestions, i'll try my best!
Namikawa ran down the gray hallway, papers flying from his briefcase.
He had woken up late that morning, and had barely had time to primp and properify his appearance, let alone prepare for the presentation he had that afternoon. Being the Vace President of Sales at Yotsuba, it was his responsibilty to demonstrate hom well Yotsuba was doing.
"All thanks to Kira..." he muttered, smirking.
It had been an accident that the eight Yotsuba employees had stumbled on this. They had met together to discuss the recent deaths of five well known business men, all of whoms companies were in competition with Yotsuba during the time. Further more, they had discussed what other deaths would benifit their company, and when that had come true... They had all realized Kira was in their midst.
He bit his lip. 'except Takahashi...' he thought ruefully. That man was barely fit to run the Material Planning Devision... and that job wasn't hard.
He was so preoccupioed with his thoughts that he tripped, sailing gracefully to the floor, his papers scattering around him on the cold gray carpet.
"Nice one, Namikawa..." sneered a voice from behind him, and he stiffened instinctively. "Higuchi..." he muttered. He picked himself up off the ground, looking proud despite what had just happened. "To what do i owe this..." he smirked coldly, raising one perfectly plucked eyebrow. "honor...?" he finished, not bothering to hide the contempt in his voice.
Higuchi smirked, handing him a few rouge papers he'd picked up for him. He flashed a grin, his mouth dirty. "Oh, the pleasures mine..." he muttered, and Namikawa wrinkled his nose distastefully. His breath stank of alcohal and cigarettes, possibly drugs?
He pushed past him, heading for the door. Higuchi followed, smirking maliciously. He knew how to get to him...
"So... Namikawa..." he began, matching his stride. He tucked a stray lock of black hair behind Namikawa's ear. "You look awfully pretty today... What's the occasion?"
He swatted his hand away irritably. "Go. Away. Higuchi..." he muttered, gritting his teeth in annoyance. Highuchi looked hurt. "Why, Namikawa, my good she-man, i do not appreciate being talked to in such a manor!!" he said, clutching his crooked tie in horrified and scandalized tones.
Namikawa glared straight ahead, pressing the button for the elevator. He stood back and crossed his arms, not looking at the repulsive man standing next to him, a sickening and malevolent look on his unwashed face.
He glanced over when the elevator clanged open. "Are you taking this elevator?" he asked dangerously. Higuchi nodded. "Of course! Would I pass up a chance to spend quality time with my good friend Namikawa-kun??" he said keenly, striding past him into the elevator. Namikawa grimaced. "I'll wait for the next one..." he muttered snidely. But Higuchi rolled his eyes, yanking him into the elevator as the doors slid shut.
The two men stood in silence, Higuchi smirking evilly, Namikawa, trying feebly to ignore him. He shifted slightly as Higuchik spoke.
"So... Namikawa. Your gay right?" he said cruelly, trying to start something. He grimaced and turned pointedly away from the sick man that was mocking him.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Higuchi-san... but if I had any taste in men, you wouldn't have much luck... Besides, you couldn't even go a day without meaningless rampaging sex.." he said cooly. Higuchi smirked.
"Oh come now... you know i turn you on..." he mormered, still trying to get under his skin. He stepped forward slightly and Namikawa glared at him. "Step any further, and i'll knock those dirty teeth onto the floor." he said, an empty threat, seeing as he couldn't even see above Higuchi's head. He looked down nervously, and Higuchi's eyes lit up with realization. "You think i'm coming on to you...!" he said softly, approaching him and tilting his chin up. Namikawa met his gaze unblinkingly.
"On the contrary, Higuchi..." he murmered coldly, stepping back and away from him. "You know nothing about me, certainly nothing about my sexual orientation..." and with that he stepped forward, anticipating that the elevator doors would open. They didn't and he realized with unease that they'd been in there for nearly a minute...
Higuchi smirked. "Looks like the elevator's stuck... whatever will we do now?" he murmered, not at all afraid.
Namikawa winced. "I suppose..." he mumbled, shifting his gaze uncertainly. He was uncomfortably aware of the scrutanizing look he was recieving, as though, he was being mentally undressed... It made him nervous.
He decided to calm down, not letting Higuchi get to him. He sat down on the floor of the elevator, looking at anything but the man in front of him...