(sorry i'm having ot upload in text format because... well basically i formatted and can't find the office disks and... and... ffn is notorious for screwing with format so i have no idea what will happen v.v if it sucks too bad i'll take it off until i can fix it up :P iee! no spellcheck or word count either so no idea! NO IDEA!)
also... i didn't really like this chapter, it seems too busy .; recycled .; etc (./); but i REALLY wanted to post something ;
Back in the privacy of his own home, Oriya had time to examine the events of the afternoon. If anything, he had to admit that Tsuzuki Asato was a very strange man. Drop dead (pun intended) sexy? Undoubtably. But otherwise Oriya didn't see what Muraki saw in him. Although, being in the business he was, while Oriya knew sexy was enough in most cases, he was savvy enough to know there must be something more to Tsuzuki Asato. Hence he would take this oppertunity to study his rival, since Tsuzuki had promised to drop by sometime this evening.
Peeling the foil from a chocolate he popped it into his mouth, enjoying the unusual bittersweet taste of the chocolate. Homemade?
Perhaps that day Oriya learnt for the first time exactly why you did not (regardelss of their degree of sexiness) accept chocolate from strange men.
Wakaba had left earlier in the evening, partially in disgust at her drunken partner, partly due to the fact she had been carded for the 15th time that night. SO there was a downside to permanently being a cute 14 year old after all, even in Japan, go figure. This left Tsuzuki in a rather inebriated kind of vulnerable as Terazuma, cleverly disguised as a Geisha, continued to ply him with alcohol.
It was, after all, important research.
For example he had already discovered it took a minimum of 6 bottles of sake to convince Tsuzuki he was a woman. He made apoint of scribbling that in his notebook for future reference. Another couple of cups and Tsuzuki'd beleive anything . . . or be too drunk to care. Win-win situation.
Shortly after the 14th cup, Tsuzuki passed out. While alcohol poisoning was unlikely due to shinigami acelerated healing, Terazuma decided retreat was the best option.
Having had a particularly bad day (it seemed to be contagious), Muraki casually walked past intent on bugging Oriya for a while (maybe he'd be interested in purchasing 40L of chocolate body paint?), pausing only to grimace at the particularly odd looking woman that was currently carrying a rather familiar looking shinigami in a firemans hold.
True good help was hard to find, but surely Oriya wasn't so desperate for employees that . . . ? Muraki pushed down a twinge of guilt, rather embarressed to think Oriya might have fallen on hard times getting help since he'd knocked off a few of the girls over the last few months (hey. It was convenient at the time, and a spiritual energy sucking vampire has to eat too . . . ).
Focus Muraki. Familiar looking shinigami.
Oriya, while being somewhat of a good friend and all around nice guy (avoiding the occassional bout of concealing evidence from murder scenes etcetera etc . . .), did not seem to appreciate when Muraki summoned the various demons of hell in his business establishment.
(Something about property damage. And insurance premiums.)
So Muraki made a point of summoning small demons to subdue the abductor of his love. Not capable of much damage perhaps, but a few well placed shin-kicks aught to give him enough time to escape with his prey. Cackling somewhat insanely (which was becoming a rather bad habit, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time) he swooped to collect his prize, he was interrupted from his somewhat improvised get-away be a horrified scream.
"MURAKI!" Screamed a desperate voice from the opposite end of the room.
"UKYOU?!?!" Replied Muraki in disbeleif. What was she doing here? Better yet, how does one explain to one's fiance why one has their hand down another (albeit unconscious) mans pants? 'I'm a doctor . . . this is perfectly normal . . .' only worked so many times. There was only one other course of action.
"YOUR BROTHER RUNS A BROTHEL!" Yelled Muraki trying to distract her. At least, if he was going down, he was taking Oriya with him.
"Muraki! It's me, Oriya!" Stated the woman that Muraki had mistaken for Ukyou, "Did you just try to . . ?"
"Oriya?" Muraki cut him off quickly, realising his mistake. "What the hell happened to you?" Even Tsuzuki who'd sobered slightly seemed to be staring at the former male with rather glazed eyes.
"Oh THAT." Sniffed Tsuzuki indifferently. "It happens to me all the time. Did you accept candy from a stranger?" He asked curiously, before shrugging. "It should wear off in a couple hours." Even in his half conscious state he made a point of locating the fire exits.
"What do you know about this?" Screamed Oriya, grabbing the other mans lapels and shaking furiously. Not that it made much difference when a person had that much alcohol in them. The room was quite capable of moving on its own, thankyou very much. "You . . . you drugged me!" He accused, but Tsuzuki had already passed out again.
also... i didn't really like this chapter, it seems too busy .; recycled .; etc (./); but i REALLY wanted to post something ;
Back in the privacy of his own home, Oriya had time to examine the events of the afternoon. If anything, he had to admit that Tsuzuki Asato was a very strange man. Drop dead (pun intended) sexy? Undoubtably. But otherwise Oriya didn't see what Muraki saw in him. Although, being in the business he was, while Oriya knew sexy was enough in most cases, he was savvy enough to know there must be something more to Tsuzuki Asato. Hence he would take this oppertunity to study his rival, since Tsuzuki had promised to drop by sometime this evening.
Peeling the foil from a chocolate he popped it into his mouth, enjoying the unusual bittersweet taste of the chocolate. Homemade?
Perhaps that day Oriya learnt for the first time exactly why you did not (regardelss of their degree of sexiness) accept chocolate from strange men.
Wakaba had left earlier in the evening, partially in disgust at her drunken partner, partly due to the fact she had been carded for the 15th time that night. SO there was a downside to permanently being a cute 14 year old after all, even in Japan, go figure. This left Tsuzuki in a rather inebriated kind of vulnerable as Terazuma, cleverly disguised as a Geisha, continued to ply him with alcohol.
It was, after all, important research.
For example he had already discovered it took a minimum of 6 bottles of sake to convince Tsuzuki he was a woman. He made apoint of scribbling that in his notebook for future reference. Another couple of cups and Tsuzuki'd beleive anything . . . or be too drunk to care. Win-win situation.
Shortly after the 14th cup, Tsuzuki passed out. While alcohol poisoning was unlikely due to shinigami acelerated healing, Terazuma decided retreat was the best option.
Having had a particularly bad day (it seemed to be contagious), Muraki casually walked past intent on bugging Oriya for a while (maybe he'd be interested in purchasing 40L of chocolate body paint?), pausing only to grimace at the particularly odd looking woman that was currently carrying a rather familiar looking shinigami in a firemans hold.
True good help was hard to find, but surely Oriya wasn't so desperate for employees that . . . ? Muraki pushed down a twinge of guilt, rather embarressed to think Oriya might have fallen on hard times getting help since he'd knocked off a few of the girls over the last few months (hey. It was convenient at the time, and a spiritual energy sucking vampire has to eat too . . . ).
Focus Muraki. Familiar looking shinigami.
Oriya, while being somewhat of a good friend and all around nice guy (avoiding the occassional bout of concealing evidence from murder scenes etcetera etc . . .), did not seem to appreciate when Muraki summoned the various demons of hell in his business establishment.
(Something about property damage. And insurance premiums.)
So Muraki made a point of summoning small demons to subdue the abductor of his love. Not capable of much damage perhaps, but a few well placed shin-kicks aught to give him enough time to escape with his prey. Cackling somewhat insanely (which was becoming a rather bad habit, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time) he swooped to collect his prize, he was interrupted from his somewhat improvised get-away be a horrified scream.
"MURAKI!" Screamed a desperate voice from the opposite end of the room.
"UKYOU?!?!" Replied Muraki in disbeleif. What was she doing here? Better yet, how does one explain to one's fiance why one has their hand down another (albeit unconscious) mans pants? 'I'm a doctor . . . this is perfectly normal . . .' only worked so many times. There was only one other course of action.
"YOUR BROTHER RUNS A BROTHEL!" Yelled Muraki trying to distract her. At least, if he was going down, he was taking Oriya with him.
"Muraki! It's me, Oriya!" Stated the woman that Muraki had mistaken for Ukyou, "Did you just try to . . ?"
"Oriya?" Muraki cut him off quickly, realising his mistake. "What the hell happened to you?" Even Tsuzuki who'd sobered slightly seemed to be staring at the former male with rather glazed eyes.
"Oh THAT." Sniffed Tsuzuki indifferently. "It happens to me all the time. Did you accept candy from a stranger?" He asked curiously, before shrugging. "It should wear off in a couple hours." Even in his half conscious state he made a point of locating the fire exits.
"What do you know about this?" Screamed Oriya, grabbing the other mans lapels and shaking furiously. Not that it made much difference when a person had that much alcohol in them. The room was quite capable of moving on its own, thankyou very much. "You . . . you drugged me!" He accused, but Tsuzuki had already passed out again.