Interview With An Eerie Eiri Yuki
A Fan Fic by yours truely, Major Ivan Raikov AKA JB teh Assassin
Take Note: This is pre Shuichi, obviously before he even met Shuichi and told him his lyrics were crappy and sucky making him cry like a little...cute girl he is. But, it's only going to be about a month before they meet in the park for the first time. Also, this just suppose to be a short story fan ficcy, it's not really suppose to escelate into something more, but, I might continue it further if I like it in the end. So, look foreward to it, I don imagine that it would be longer then two chapters at the most, but it mayhap. Oh, oh, I should also add on a funny note that this was Yuki's hobby before Shiuchi came around. Only going to interviews with female reporters for obvious reasons that may not be so obvious to you. Hopefully. I wonder if that ruined the story? -ponders Shuichi like-
Chapter 1
Yuki had just arrived in the interviewing room and he took a seat in one of those nice comfy squishy chairs across from the reporter lady wielding a clipboard with paper, and a pen. The usual look is stricken upon his face, his smitten pissed off look, though a slight glimmer in his eye. His hair was flowing and beautiful like the sun, his pale blue eyes filled with the only look he'd ever known, a sarcastic smirk upon his god like countenece...
Reporter Slut,"Let me start off by saying it is an honor to be doing this interview with you Mr. Eiri-san."
She smiled brightly, her white teeth giving off a warm glow.
Yuki,"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that's not the only thing your doing."
Her smile turned into an ice cold frown, and there was a slightly long pause before she dared to speak again.
Reporter Slut, "Um, well anyway...let's commence the beginning of this interview, Mr. Eiri-san. Let me say that--"
Yuki cut her off in mid-sentence.
Yuki, "That you love my books and blah, blah, blah, why are you so successful and all this bullshit? I know how all you reporters are, always the same boring ass questions, so much fake or perhaps real sinsarity. Let me just blatently say I don't give a flying fuck. Your lucky that I'm not leaving...only because I don't feel like going to that other thing...So just keep the boring questions flying."
Her face had turned red, and it looked like she was about to cry.
Yuki,"What? Why are you looking at me like that? ...Uh...I was...just kidding...a joke...sorry..."
The only reason he was apathetic was because he didn't want to hear another bimbo cry, usually every interview he did with a woman he made them cry because he was so blatantly harsh.
She stood up, placing her clipboard and pen down on the seat and she went over to a table and grabbed a box of tissues,taking a multitude of them blowing her nose and wiping away her tears. He actually felt sorry for her, for some reason, he wasn't really sure why, he never felt sorry for anyone, not even himself. A loud sigh escaped his mouth and he sparsly covered his face with his hand. After a few minutes she returned to her seat, lifting up her clipboard and pen and setting them in her lap. She took a hand to her eye and rubbed it gently, the rested it back down at her side.
Reporter Slut, "I'm...I'm sorry...I'm really sensitive...I guess that's what I get for interviewing famous convicts most of my career. I thought you'd be a nice change, Mr. Eiri-san...Please forgive my impudence..."
Yuki's Thoughts, "Wow...it was completely my fault and she still blames herself...damn...she's making me strangely aroused..."
Yuki coughed loudly and crossed his legs in a somewhat nervous manner, resting his hands in his lap, a sweatdrop slid down the side of his face.
Yuki, "No, no, please. It was my fault, I was the once being impudent, I didn't know you were sensitive...and my sense of humor wouldn't mix well. Please, let me start off by asking you a question,Miss...?"
Reporter Slut, "M-My name...Yamamoto Aiko...but please, just call me Aiko."
Yuki, "Very well then, Ms. Aiko-san, please, let me begin."
Aiko, "Please, I am not worthy to have you utter san and my name in the same breath. Just call me chan."
She was beginning to irritate him, she was so respectiable and polite.
Yuki, "Yes, fine. If that is what you wish, Ms. Aiko-chan."
Yuki removed his glasses and polished them with the bottom of his shirt, lifting up the shirt so he could purposely show off his six pack. After he was done he let his shirt flutter back down and he placed the glasses carefully back on his face. You could tell she melted the instance her eyes came upon his heavenly six pack, her eyes became wide with envy, and her face reddened with embarressment. She coughed a little then picked up her pen and readied to begin writing. Aiko waited for his question.
Yuki, "So, how long have you been in the reporter business?"
She scribbled on her paper.
Aiko, "Well...since I was eighteen, I'm twenty three now. So about, five years. They said I was damn good, though I started off with little stuff and now I do the big shots."
Yuki, "I see...facinating." (Not really...how boring...damn reporters...-sigh-) Yuki's thought, LOL.
Aiko, "Really? You think so? Most people think it's boring..." -sweatdrop-
Yuki's Thoughts, "I don't blame them..."
He coughed.
Yuki, "Oh no, not at all. I'm a writer so I understand from a reporter's point of view." (Geh...not really...)
She scribbled more things on her paper.
Aiko, "So then, Mr. Eiri-san, how is your love life? Have you a special lady?"
His eye twitched and he clenched his fists, normally he would have had an outburst, but he managed to control himself.
Yuki, "N-No...I've taken a break from women...the ones I've dated were a pain in the ass and only wanted my money, or my talent, or my sex...which the sex part I didn't mind too much. I hate leeches..."
He could hear the frantic scribbling noise of her pen on paper.
Aiko, "Oh...I see, I can't really blame you I guess...I don't really date. I haven't dated since I was eighteen."
Yuki, "So you haven't had sex for five years then?"
Aiko blushed heavilly.
Aiko, "Er...uh..."
Awkward pause. Yuki waited patiently and he usually wasn't the patient one.
Yuki, "Well, aren't you going to answer me, Ms. Aiko-chan?"
Aiko, "...-cough-Twenty-three-cough-..."
He pretended he didn't hear her and he leaned inward towards her.
Yuki, "What was that? I didn't hear you."
Aiko, "Twenty-three! Okay, dammit, twenty-three! I'm still a virgin, are you fucking happy? There I said it, I said it, though I say it ashamed!"
Tears silently formed at the corners of her eyes, and rolled down her face, her head drooped down staring at her lap, she became abnormally quiet.
He shook his head.
Yuki, "You poor, poor woman, you've been deprived of so much, I couldn't understand how a woman like you would still be a virgin. Oh, well."
Still, she was silent, crying with a animal like whimper.
He shrugged non-chalantly.
Aiko, "You don't understand...I've had so many opertunities...but I didn't want meaningless sex...I wanted it to mean something. To those guys it was just getting a piece of ass...besides that...I'm afraid...like sex is a horrid experience I may never want to experience...maybe you couldn't understand since I'm sure your not a virgin..."
Her lip trembled as more tears rolled down her fragile face, she slowly lifted up her head, looking at Yuki's feet.
Yuki was quiet, he hadn't even consciously looked at her, but now he was carefully scanning her over.
Yuki's Thought's, "No wonder she dressed like a tramp, she wanted sex, but she seemed to always attract the wrong people. Her hair was long and spiraled, a gentle brown tinted with a red that complimented the primary brown color. Lips...like a goddess...I bet if I kissed her she would taste divine. Her eyes...they were enchanting...an enchanting green, like the color of an emerald. The body on her...a perfect slender yet curvy body, a full bust which complimented her perfectly. A bronzed complection on her shiny, silky smooth looking skin. Perfect hands, with long tenuous fingers, french nails manucured to perfection, encrusted with small pink crystals. Long, slim but perfect legs... Sexy, though kinda slutty clothes, a pink blouse with a cherry blossom design, one button done up in the middle, reavealing much of her chest and abdoment. A dark grey almost black pinstripe miniskirt that was well below her naval, though barely convering her...and diamond encrusted black stilettos, and an expensive looking silver ankle bracelet. Her feet are small, and done in french manucure like her fingernails...she'd make a damn good character in my newest romance novel...I want to touch her..."
Yuki was in a blank stare at her, not around in this universe (LOL).
Though by that time she had wiped up her tears with a million tissues and recomposed herself, pretending the previous conversation never happened.
Aiko, "Uhhh...Mr. Eiri-san? Mr. Eiri-san? Hello, are you okay?"
He shook his head at the sound of her voice and returned to this humanly realm! (LOL again)
Yuki, "Oh...um...sorry bout that. So...what size are you?"
Her face turned livid because she was almost afraid of what she thought he was asking for.
Aiko, "E-Excuse me, Mr. Eiri-san?"
Yuki, "I said what size are you?"
Aiko,"...Shoe size? Purse size? Hat size?"
As best she could she was trying to avoid what she knew he was asking.
He kept reverting back and foreth between pretend Yuki and the real Yuki. He was really straight foreward when he next spoke.
Yuki, "Bra size...are you an artificial brunnette hiding under that dyed hair that used to be blonde?"
She looked very apauled, her mouth dropped open in apauling shock.
It didn't seem like he was joking...at all...
Aiko, "Wh-What...? Mr. Eiri-san, I'm apauled you'd ask such a thing! This is an interview, not a cybering chat room!"
He stood up and looked like he was going to leave.
Yuki, "Well then, if your not going to answer my questions, Aiko, then I guess I must go attend my other things that need attending to. It's only been about twenty-five minutes. "
She thrusted her hand out towards him.
Aiko, "W-Wait! Don't go...please sit...I'll answer your questions...your the only decent person I've interviewed..."
He grinned, then sat back down, crossing his legs.
Yuki,"Okay then, that's better. As I said, what is your bra size?"
Aiko, "...36-D..."
Yuki, "Damn, you've got some big ol' tits lady. But then again, I guess I needn't really ask that just by looking at you, but it didn't hurt to know.Okay, so what kinds of panties do you like to wear?"
Aiko, "Maybe I should have interviewed that fifty year old pedifile instead...he probablly would have been more humane...grrr...it depends on what I feel like that day."
Yuki, "And that is...?"
Aiko, "You seriously want me to go into full detail? That's like asking me what kind of shoes I like to wear, too many! Why are you doing this? It's embarrassing, I don't know why it doesn't feel degrading though..."
He nodded sullenly.
Yuki, "Why I'm doing this, you ask? Because interviews are boring and the only reason I do them..."
He broke off mid-sentence.
Aiko, "What's the only reason you do interviews?"
Yuki, "...because when I have absolutely nothing to do it kills time. And why I'm doing this is to make this boring ass interview more exciting. Everytime they always ask the same things. So there, now answer me."
He was lying, but he was damn good at it.
Aiko, -sweat drop- "Um...well...when I feel like being casual which is usually at home...I like to wear bikini briefs, cotton or silk usually. I like wearing a speghetti strap shirt and some bikini briefs when I go to bed. I only wear thongs when I go to work or I leave the house. Unless I leave the house and feel like being casual...then I wear bikini briefs. Though I usually always wear a thong with skirts."
Awkwardness for Aiko...
Yuki raised a brow and looked at her skirt.
Aiko, -sweat drop- "..."
Suddenly he became all jittery, switching the leg which was crossed, standing up and sitting back down real quick, moving the position of his arms and hands every so often as the "interview gone wrong" progressed.
Yuki, "What kind of answer is that? You either think it's big or you think it's small!"
Aiko, -under pressure- "Um...well, it's big, but I've seen bigger..."
Yuki, -is extremely apauled- "How could you say that? It was so expensive! You ungrateful bitch!"
Aiko, -giggles- "Your the one that asked."
He puts his diamond ring right back on his leftring finger after asking her if that was the biggest rock she had ever seen. Dumb assinine question, but that's Yuki for you.
She looks at her wrist watch and gasps.
Aiko, "Sorry for wasting your time, Mr. Eiri-san, but it's already ten at night! I guess this concludes this crappy interview. I didn't even get anything for my newspaper article."
He grinned.
Yuki, "We could finish the interview at my place."
Aiko, "I don't wanna waste your time anymore. You said interviews were boring anyway."
Yuki, "No, no, it's quite alright. I insist."
Aiko, "Oh alright, I couldn't say no to the likes of you, Mr. Eiri-san."
Yuki, "Please, don't be so formal, call me Yuki."
Aiko, "Really? I'm honored, Yuki-san!"
Yuki's Thought's, "Why does she always have to call me san?"
Aiko stood up and brushed herself off taking her clipboard and pen with her, walking over to the table that had the box of tissues on it where her purse and dark grey blazer resided. Yuki followed her to the table.She picked up her blazer and put it on, then she picked up her purse.
Aiko, "I don't know where you live, so I'll follow you in my car."
Yuki, "You can ride with me, it'd be more convienent."
Aiko, "I would, but I have my car here. After the interview I have to drive home and type up this article."
Yuki, "I'll have it taken care of. Let's go."
Aiko, "Well...I guess...if you say you'll have it taken care of."
Hislips curled into a strangely somewhat benign and somewhat malevolent grin, then he started to walk away and he follow after her. They were in a darkly lit parking lot and he stood before his car. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of his car.
Aiko, "My God, your car is beautiful...a Mercades. Heh, my car's only a Jag sports convertable."
He didn't really say anything in responce. Then he pulled his keys out from his pocket and pushed a button twice on the remote (I don't know what you call those things) and the car beeped at a high pitched frequency then unlocked. He opened the door on his side and got in and started the car. She looked at him funny then went to the passenger's side and opened the door, got in and closed the door, then she buckled up her seat belt. Then the car drove off into the wilderness that was this city's highway, it was very dark except for the headlights of passing carsthat illuminated the interior of the car every so often. The silence was very awkward for both of them.
Then Yuki started his crap.
Yuki, "Please, won't you hold my hand? Let me feel your warmth?"
She looked down at her lap.
Aiko -sweat drop and confusion- "H...Huh? I don't even know you..."
Such the drama...king.
Yuki, "I'm so lonely, I have no one around to give me company...all of my close family is dead, my mother and father, brother, sister, and all my close reletives live in anoter country. All's I'm asking for is the embrace of your hand...is that so much to ask?"
(-coughs-Yuki'sfullofcrap!-coughs- LMFAO)
Slowly she lifted her head and looked towards him, barely able to see the side of his face in the darkness of the night. His hand slowly advanced towards her and it rested in her lap. She could only feel sorrow for him and she took his hand in her lap and rested it inbetween both of her hands. He caressed her bottom hand with his thumb.
Yuki, "Thank you, Aiko-chan."
Yuki's Thoughts, "Heh, if that works then that's a good sign! YAY!" -squeels like a happy school girl in his mind-
After about half an hour (his house is an hour away from where they were so they're half way there)she fell asleep, her back was pressed against the plush leather seat of his Mercades, though Yuki's hand was still in hers. Slyly he removed his hands from hers and touched her leg, groping it, but gently.
Yuki,-drools-"Wow...her skin is soft..."
Then slowly, more cautiously his hand advanced up towards her theighs, then her crotch...but then he stopped and quickly put his hand back on the steering wheel because she stirred and woke up. Though she was still somewhat groggy.
Aiko, "Was I dreaming...? I swear I just felt something touch my leg..."
Yuki,-sweat drop- "No, I think you were just dreaming. You must be still tired. Please rest if you feel like it."
Aiko, "Oh...sure I guess..."
Though she remained awake the rest of the trip, then finally they arrived at Yuki's huge house thingy. They had already gotten out of the car and he was now unlocking the door. It unlocked and he opened it, let her walk through first, then in walked in after her, closing the door behind him. Suddenly he stopped, because she was bent over taking her shoes off. He stood there and stared at her butt, he could see under her mini skirt while she as bent over. (God I could just imagine this scene drawn out in the manga...heehee.)
Yuki's Thought's, -drooling heavily-"Well, she didn't lie about wearing thongs with skirts..."
Then something, by means of cause and effect struck him. (Hee,hee, I like wording things well hidden, but I'm sure you'll figure it out unless I blantantly say it out loud.)
Yuki's Thought's, -heavily aroused- -sweat drop- -nose bleed-"Oh God...why now? No, down boy, down! Damn it...stupid hot reporter..."
Her shoes were off and then she stood up, and by the time she turned around Yuki had run away, presumably to his room.
Aiko, -raised brow- "Yuki-san? Guess he had to go to the bathroom really bad or something..."
A loud flushing toilet sound could be heard in the distance, then Yuki slowly walked back into view looking pallid and somewhat sweaty. (Well, I was right about the room part. LOL)
Aiko, "Um...are you alright...Yuki-san?"
He wiped sweat from his face with the sleeve of his shirt.
Yuki, "Oh, yes, fine...let's get on with that report of yours, shall we?"
She nodded and grabbed her clipboard and pen she had set down by her purse, which was next to the door. Afterwards he beconed her to the living room where a fire was lit in the fireplace. (I know he doesn't have one, but he had one installed, okay!) Like a obediant dog she followed him and sat next to him on that comfy looking couch of his. Yuki pointed his body towards her and crossed his arms. She set the clip board down in her lap and had the pen ready in her right hand. He grinned benevolantly.
Yuki, "Wait, would you like something to drink? Perhaps some wine?"
Aiko, "...Oh, sure. That would be nice, Yuki-san."
He uncrossed his arms and stood up, walking away to the kitchen. A few moments later he returned with two crystal wine glasses and a bottle of expensive Italian wine. He handed one of the glasses to her, then he sat down next to her, closer, nearly touching her leg. But the dense moron she is, she hadn't even noticed. There was a loud creaky noise after Yuki had removed the cork, he poured some wine into her glass then his. Afterwards setting the bottle and the cork onthe coffee table infront of the couch. She took a delicate sip of the wine then set the glass down on the coffee table. He took less conservative, but elegant sips of his wine, and held his glass.
Aiko, "Thank you for the wine, Yuki-san. I guess I'll start the interview again."
Yuki, "Please, don't be so formal. Just call me Yuki, no san, no nothing. Okay?"
Aiko, "O-Okay..."
Then she started asking him a bunch of boring questions over a span of an hour and a half. The reason which I did not dialog them was because it would be boring shit. It seemed they had nearly gone through the whole bottle of wine. Aiko had nearly lost it, she was plastered like a sailor, but Yuki was only buzzed because he was a chronic drinker. She barely ever drank so she wasn't very alchohol resistant. It was somewhat humous because, even though she was completely wasted she still was doing the interview, asking assinine questions that didn't make any sense. The use of her clipboard had been lost a long time ago when she became plastered, yet she was still yaking like there was no tomorrow. Even though she was gone, her mind was still with her, somewhat, though naturally she was denser then a sheet of rock even sober.
Yuki's Thought's, "Right where I want her..."
Yuki moved in close to her, his body touching hers. He grabbed her by the shoulders the took one hand and pressed a finger to her lips, hushing her drunken babble. She looked at him confused, but shut up. His eyes had turned passionate, and his lipshad curled into something heavenly.(Finally! GOD! LMFAO J/K)
Yuki, "Shhhhhhh...aren't you a little warm, Aiko?"
Aiko, "Huh? Uh...a little..."
Slowly and teasingly Yuki removed her blazer and non-chalantly tossed it onto the floor, the he put his hands on her arms, gentlycaressing her skin with his fingers. Her face reddened, in her drunken state and always dense like a rock state, she wasn't sure what was happening.
Yuki, "Are you better now? Or are you still a little warm?"
Aiko, -hiccups- "Actually...I'm still strangely...warm..."
His grin now became somewhat devilish.
Yuki, "Well, then let me help you with your blouse. I think that'll make you feel much better."
His hand slowly advanced to her shirt and he undid the one dinky little button that kept her blouse closed. It popped open and now you could see the rest of her upper body which the blouse covered. To his disappointment she wore a bra, but it was still an elegently designed bra. It was a black, frenchlace bra, embroidered with a flowery design.
Aiko, "Actually...now I do...feel...better..."
Yuki, "I think you'll feel better if I do this..."
Aiko, "D-Do...wha...what...Mr. Eiri Yuki-san?"
He firmly grasped her by the shoulders and began kissing, nibbling, and licking her neck in an erotic manner. Quickly her face reddened the worst it ever had in her whole life. She became scared, afraid. For a moment he stopped and looked at her.
Yuki, "Don't be afraid, I know this is what you want. Who wouldn't want it in the ass from me? I couldn't think of a person woman or man, straight or gay, that would turn me away."
Yuki pushed her over onto her back on the comfy couch and then he lie on top of her, this time kissing her on the lips softly. Silently tears flowed down her face, she knew she was going to be raped, and at the same time she didn't. He stopped and put his finger in her mouth, wedging it slightly open. Then his head went down and he kissed her, removing his finger and sliding his tongue compassionately into her mouth, regardless of waiting for a responce his tougue played in her mouth. Yet again he paused for a moment and sat up, he began to unbutton his shirt and he tossed it on the floor next to her blazer and blouse. He unbuttoned his khaki dresspants and unzipped them, but didn't remove them. Without interuption he started licking her neck, giving her a few hickeys, then he traveled downher neck until he came up toher bra.
Yuki, "This is in the way...let me take it off for you..."
He got off her and put his hands behind her back, but she drunkenly fought him off. Conscously she didn't know what was going on, but subconscously she did, and it was the subconscous instrinct that drove her. Yuki backed off, but he wasn't finished. She sat up staight then slumped onto her side, with a drunken blank look on her face.
Aiko, "Yuki-san...why...mhgfd...take it off...confusing meh...?"
A scowl came upon his face.
Yuki's Thoughts, "Damn women, reporters are usually the easiest to get laid. But this one is different for some reason. If she's a virgin like she said,she should be easier then the easiest."
Her eyes fluttered lazily and confused.
Yuki, "Let's get you to bed."
Aiko, "M-kay...Yuki-san."
Gently he picked her up and held her in his arms, then he carried her off to his bedroom. He plopped her on the bed then went back to the door and closed it, locking it. Then he advanced to the bed and got on his knees, removed a black suitcase looking thing from under his bed. So he opened it and there were erotic play toys in it, whips...(don't want to say any more...heehee...I'm such a dirty minded teenager) and he removed two pairs of handcuffs! (I'm officer Yuki, and your under arrest! LMFAO) When he was done he closed the suitcase type thing and slid it back under the bed. He stood up with the cuffs in hand, and cuffed her wrists to the top two posts. (Why not her ankles too? I dunno, and I don't know what Yuki's bed looks like, I never really paid attention in the manga or anime. LOL)
Aiko, "Whatrrrrr youuuuu...doing?"
Blatantly he ignored her drunken ramblings.
Yuki, "There! Now you can't fight back and I can finally fuck your brains out!"
A drunken, confused, childlike look appears on her face.
Aiko, "Whyyyy would yooouuuu...wanna fuck meh...brainssss? Youuuu'd make...meh...dumbbbb."
His eye twitched heavily and a giant vein throbbed on his forehead.
Yuki climbed onto the bed and got over top of her on his hands and knees, this time, removing her bra effortlessly, releasing her snug breasts from the bra. Afterwards he sniffed her bra then tossed it away, it fell onto the floor. He was about ready to do whatever he was going to do when something flew through his open window and landed next to the bed. It looked like a tin can, but then suddenly it exploded and black smoke spewed from it, causing temporary blindness to Yuki and Aiko. When it cleared Yuki's vision was coming back and there was a click and a gun barrel of a silver 44. magnum in his face. After his vision was completely fine he could see the person holding the gun, it was K. Yuki cocked a brow, but did not seem at all filled with fear.
Yuki, "Who the hell are you, and why the hell are you in my house while I'm trying to get laid?"
K, "Step away from m'lady, Eiri Yuki! She's mine and no one bones her but me!"
Yuki, "She's your girlfriend?"
K blushed.
K -sweatdrop-, "Not exactly, it's been sometime after my divorce and I was dating her...I was gonna ask her out but I haven't yet."
Yuki, "Well she told me she's still a virgin so you haven't boned her."
K was silent.
Yuki, "Yeah, put that gun away and we'll both take turns at her."
K was apauled.
K, "I'd never do such a thing! Die pig!"
He shot Yuki in the forehead with a tranquilizer and Yuki crumpled onto the ground unconscious. The he holstered his gun.
K, "Oh Aiko-chan, let's go home! Poor girl..."
He removed a picklock kit from his back pocket and unlocked the cuffs, after he was done he put the kit back in his back pocket then picked Aiko up and took her to his house.
Dis concludes this chapter