-Disclaimer-
YnM and its respective characters belong to Yoko Matsushita and a bunch of rich people who live westward across the ocean. So don't sue me. This fan fiction is written for the purpose of entertainment.
Warning: Rated PG-13 unless noted otherwise. Major signs of OOC, for a good reason. TsuxHi eventually, but watch out for non-canons! >D
No 003s were injured during this production ^_^
-Background Information-
Takes place loosely after the Kyoto Arc with references from the Gensoukai Arc.
Tsuzuki has left the agency shortly after the incident in Kyoto, causing the members of the Shokan Division to suffer from having their top agent abandon them in a time of need. Now, ten years later, Tsuzuki returns to find JuOuChou completely changed. Hoping to arrive and have everything resume the way it used to be was only a fantasy he couldn't receive. Partners have been switched and stationed in different areas, and friendships have changed…And chaos runs amuck with a big sharp pointy stick.
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Plain Song
A Yami no Matsuei Fan Fiction
Written and Illustrated by Sevi Dali
Prologue: Homeward Bound
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It was late afternoon, the sun already setting down and splashing warm hues against the sky like watercolors on canvas. Airplanes shot themselves skywards continuously while others were unloading passengers from around the globe. LAX was pact with boisterous customers, buying tickets and rounding up in-groups or singles, waiting for their flights or the arrival of friends. With the Christmas season arriving, family members and friends rushed to get to their holiday destinations. To spend time with loved ones that lived abroad. But to Tsuzuki, Christmas was just another day in the year spent and passing soon. Tsuzuki didn't buy or wrap anything for anybody. He was empty-handed except for his personal belongings in a small baggage and his ticket jammed in the pocket of his overcoat.
"Flight 352, Tokyo Japan, departing in ten minutes. Repeat, Flight 352…"
"Well, darling, off you go."
Tsuzuki closed his eyes and bowed. The gesture would have seemed mocking coming from anyone else, but from him, it was his own variation of some sort of awkward sweetness. "It's been a pleasure, Jess."
Her face broke into a smile, immediately dissolving any traces of formality between them. She took his face between her hands and kissed him on the cheek. "I bid thee farewell, sir knight."
He laughed.
"The sir find this amusing?" Jess continued with her British imitation and switch right back to her native tongue. "Really, Mr. Asato Tsuzuki. Just when I was starting to break down into tears."
Another airplane took off, momentarily blocking the setting sun and casting a cool shadow through the large windows. Tsuzuki's eyes followed the depression from the disappearing highlights of Jess's auburn hair and across the room where it vanished beneath the florescent lights of LAX's luxurious station.
"Last call, flight 352. Flight 352, this is the last call. Enjoy your trip and thank you for flying with us…"
Tsuzuki sighed and scooped his baggage. "Jess." He gathered her into her arms in a friendly embrace.
"…for more information, please contact your local…"
The embrace broke as passengers rushed towards the gate. Jess lost him in the multitude of bodies; suitcases, arms, lined faces and groaning complaints of last minute traffic. She spotted him again in the mouth of the tunnel, and distinctly saw his familiar hand raise in the air for a final wave before blending in with the masses.
Before their trip to the airport, Jess foretold that she was going to break down into tears. The feeling of emptiness would have settled into the pit of her stomach. But she was not the bit surprised to find herself actually alleviated from the pressure she felt the first day she bumped into Tsuzuki in downtown LA. The man always had a sort of complex she couldn't pin down. If Tsuzuki was abrupt, he had never been rude. If he was cold, he had never been unkind.
If Tsuzuki had his secrets, anyone involved would surely be sucked right into them.
A man in a long white trench coat ran into her, saw who she was and blinked. They both stared a moment, and Jess had the courage to look from a clean mop of silver hair right down to a pair of miss-matched silver eyes.
The man curtly bowed his head and said in a strange accent: "I'm sorry, ma'am." His apology was spoken like a compliment, sensitive and sensuous. He smelled of musky cologne and cigarettes.
Before Jess could say anything, he turned around and hurried along his way.
This is a repost of the original prolgue, Desecration. After I read it so many times, I realized it was SO horrible, I had to pull it out of FF.net, re-write the entire thing and post it again. ^_^ I feel better.
YnM and its respective characters belong to Yoko Matsushita and a bunch of rich people who live westward across the ocean. So don't sue me. This fan fiction is written for the purpose of entertainment.
Warning: Rated PG-13 unless noted otherwise. Major signs of OOC, for a good reason. TsuxHi eventually, but watch out for non-canons! >D
No 003s were injured during this production ^_^
-Background Information-
Takes place loosely after the Kyoto Arc with references from the Gensoukai Arc.
Tsuzuki has left the agency shortly after the incident in Kyoto, causing the members of the Shokan Division to suffer from having their top agent abandon them in a time of need. Now, ten years later, Tsuzuki returns to find JuOuChou completely changed. Hoping to arrive and have everything resume the way it used to be was only a fantasy he couldn't receive. Partners have been switched and stationed in different areas, and friendships have changed…And chaos runs amuck with a big sharp pointy stick.
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Plain Song
A Yami no Matsuei Fan Fiction
Written and Illustrated by Sevi Dali
Prologue: Homeward Bound
---------------------------------
It was late afternoon, the sun already setting down and splashing warm hues against the sky like watercolors on canvas. Airplanes shot themselves skywards continuously while others were unloading passengers from around the globe. LAX was pact with boisterous customers, buying tickets and rounding up in-groups or singles, waiting for their flights or the arrival of friends. With the Christmas season arriving, family members and friends rushed to get to their holiday destinations. To spend time with loved ones that lived abroad. But to Tsuzuki, Christmas was just another day in the year spent and passing soon. Tsuzuki didn't buy or wrap anything for anybody. He was empty-handed except for his personal belongings in a small baggage and his ticket jammed in the pocket of his overcoat.
"Flight 352, Tokyo Japan, departing in ten minutes. Repeat, Flight 352…"
"Well, darling, off you go."
Tsuzuki closed his eyes and bowed. The gesture would have seemed mocking coming from anyone else, but from him, it was his own variation of some sort of awkward sweetness. "It's been a pleasure, Jess."
Her face broke into a smile, immediately dissolving any traces of formality between them. She took his face between her hands and kissed him on the cheek. "I bid thee farewell, sir knight."
He laughed.
"The sir find this amusing?" Jess continued with her British imitation and switch right back to her native tongue. "Really, Mr. Asato Tsuzuki. Just when I was starting to break down into tears."
Another airplane took off, momentarily blocking the setting sun and casting a cool shadow through the large windows. Tsuzuki's eyes followed the depression from the disappearing highlights of Jess's auburn hair and across the room where it vanished beneath the florescent lights of LAX's luxurious station.
"Last call, flight 352. Flight 352, this is the last call. Enjoy your trip and thank you for flying with us…"
Tsuzuki sighed and scooped his baggage. "Jess." He gathered her into her arms in a friendly embrace.
"…for more information, please contact your local…"
The embrace broke as passengers rushed towards the gate. Jess lost him in the multitude of bodies; suitcases, arms, lined faces and groaning complaints of last minute traffic. She spotted him again in the mouth of the tunnel, and distinctly saw his familiar hand raise in the air for a final wave before blending in with the masses.
Before their trip to the airport, Jess foretold that she was going to break down into tears. The feeling of emptiness would have settled into the pit of her stomach. But she was not the bit surprised to find herself actually alleviated from the pressure she felt the first day she bumped into Tsuzuki in downtown LA. The man always had a sort of complex she couldn't pin down. If Tsuzuki was abrupt, he had never been rude. If he was cold, he had never been unkind.
If Tsuzuki had his secrets, anyone involved would surely be sucked right into them.
A man in a long white trench coat ran into her, saw who she was and blinked. They both stared a moment, and Jess had the courage to look from a clean mop of silver hair right down to a pair of miss-matched silver eyes.
The man curtly bowed his head and said in a strange accent: "I'm sorry, ma'am." His apology was spoken like a compliment, sensitive and sensuous. He smelled of musky cologne and cigarettes.
Before Jess could say anything, he turned around and hurried along his way.
This is a repost of the original prolgue, Desecration. After I read it so many times, I realized it was SO horrible, I had to pull it out of FF.net, re-write the entire thing and post it again. ^_^ I feel better.