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Heartbeat
'Goodbye Life, good night Death, good morning Eternity'
Chapter 1: Porcelaine
'Hooked'
There is an image of a man,
A man searching for the light,
For he only saw darkness every single day.
There is a young man,
A boy seeking danger,
For he only is an adrenaline junkie.
They find each other,
They complete each other,
For white seeks black as black seeks white.
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« Asami-sama »
The yakuza did not look up, he sensed Kirishima approaching. A folder slid under his nose distracted him from his current work.
« Here is Takaba's Akihito's dossier. There isn't much, surprisingly. He lost his parents at a young age, have been taken in by an old lady, they have no connection whatsoever. He had a hard youth, a real brat if I may say. Taken in the police station almost fifteen times during his teenage years. Now he is a crime lord photo-journalist. »
During his speech, his boss looked at the brat's folder, not saying a word. He than came back to the first page - where the portrait was - and a smirk appeared on his face. « Quite the troublemaker we have here, no? » It wasn't a question, merely rhetorical. « Shall we arrange a welcome party for him? »
Kirishima said nothing, only bowed low as his boss elegantly stood up and proceeded for the door.
Did you not know,
Curiosity kills the cat?
Did you not know,
Big fish can't stay in the cat's tummy?
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It was maybe only by pure chance but he saw him, the one he was searching for all along. The boy was right in the middle of getting beaten up by a fearful mobster. The hazel eyes dared them to catch him as he flew past the group and jumped into the air. A happy smile settled on his pale face and he poked out his tongue in a teasing manner.
The young man could sense the gangster's surprise as the untamed brat leaped unconsciously through the thick pollution. It disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and a growing filthy smirk full of promises toke its place.
The photographer had a death wish that was for sure trying to capture Asami Ryuichi through his viewfinder. Maybe he was mental?
The occidental youth thought to himself for a while.
He seemed to have twenty-two years old. He wasn't the typical handsome man, but wasn't ugly either. Tall and slim but still strong as we could sense through his Italian Cut Suit. Light blue and a shade darker striped his vest as well as his pants. He also wore brown leather loafers that matched his tie. It had the particularity of bringing out his assets, strong arms and long muscle legs, but still slim. He wasn't a body builder, more like a model. He could have been a sight to behold if not for his scar in the middle of his face. Beginning at the top of his left brow, cutting his eye continuing down his chin and beneath his blue collar. Hopefully it was still a little tasteful but it freaked the skin out of his partners whenever he revealed his left side. It was why he stayed in the shadow, lurking like a rat in the dark alleys. Coming out only if it was an urgency, today was still not one. He didn't come out, he watched carefully as to not be seen.
The youngster wasn't mental, thought James knew who was. Well, now that he had found him, he wasn't going to lose him.
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'Don't judge a book by its cover.'
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That all was long ago, Now Akihito had learn his lesson and was by my side till the bottom of the abyss do us apart.
Yes, Asami was content, his lover was back. He had nothing to worry about anymore. It had all been because of his foolish mistake that his mate had been swept away. Feilong had been blind and he hadn't explain anything, therefore he had pushed every blaim onto Asami. Akihito had taken it all.
'It's particlary hard to take being stabbed in the back close to home. There's always a feeling of betrayal when people of your own group oppose you.'
Catherine MacKinnon
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But as the first time he would survive. Go throught the hardships and come back as alive as before. Yes Asami was sure of that.
Or so he thought.