Title: Jewel Diaries – Garnet (One Shot – Part 2 of 3)
Author: kyouruhi24
Fandom: Viewfinder
Rating: R for this Part (Humor and Mild Angst)
Pairing: Asami/Akihito
Timeline: Takes place years post Pray in the Abyss.
Summary: Precious moments with the Asami Family (in no particular order).
Fifth Installment: Akihito was having problems dealing with the additional member of their family. Asami as usual took everything in stride. Choice #3
PART 2: Conversation between Akihito and a 'friend' amidst desserts and coffee. Set hours before his return home.
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Yamane Ayano.
Author's Note: PART 2 of 3. New installment as determined by majority vote. Jewel Diaries is a One-shot series, so expect more to follow. PLEASE READ THE NOTES AT THE END.
Takaba Akihito was in a dreadful fix.
When he woke up that morning, bewildered and incredibly horny, he figured a simple trip to the nearest pastry shop would provide the needed cure to his mounting and disturbing case of oral fixation before venturing the crowded airport and making his way back to Japan—with Suoh and other guards closely in tow. Of course, he didn't deny his carnal needs that time and promptly jerked off in the shower, satisfying himself with a measly handjob since his asshole was still sore due to the makeshift-Asami dildo that drove him unconscious from overstimulation last night.
Fuck. Even the memory was making him hard again.
Anyway, the place wasn't really difficult to find seeing as most locals spoke good English and definitely knew about his intended destination. Apparently, 'Heaven Boulevard Desserts' was a real hotspot in the area for foreigners and visiting tourists alike.
Soon after entering the pastry shop, Akihito felt his stiff body relax as the sweet aroma of newly baked sweets and confectionaries reached his nose. At a glance, he noticed the upholstered seats in striped ruby and green with touches of whimsy and retro, the wrought iron-backed chairs, black and white tiled flooring, and the charming ceramic tableware that included fanciful cake servers, water jugs and teapots. (1)
It was truly a beautiful place that his hands couldn't resist taking a shot.
Now, if the food was really great as they said, then Akihito wouldn't hesitate purchasing some for himself and the guards, and a couple more to bring back to the two people with the most discriminating taste in the world.
A pause.
Well, his daughter had discriminating taste.
Asami, on the other hand, plainly discriminated against sweets of any kind—which was actually a good thing.
It meant more desserts for him after all.
Turning to the samples behind thick glass panels, the surprise impelled his body to literally take a step back. Whoa. Akihito might not know shit about making sweets—the edible kind so his previous attempts didn't count—but he needed not be a chef to know those creations exemplified virtuoso skill.
It was pure orgasm in cake form.
The intricacy and shimmer of the perforated cake band wrapped around the Velvet Caramel Surprise, and the carefully formed garnishes of chocolate and tuxedoed berries on a Strawberry Bagatelle were fucking astounding. Even the other display cases to his right, though a bit simpler, likewise held mouthwatering pastries ranging from Éclairs, French apple pies, Vanilla Bean Crème Brûlée, Banana Crème Pies and Molten Choco-Lava Brownies (1).
His brain went on overdrive.
Everything looked so good that he couldn't decide which to try first and which to bring back home. Asami—certified sugar-hater Asami—might even appreciate some Kinky Dessert Sex.
With Akihito, of course.
Damn.
Why did he sneak past Suoh just when he needed the other man most? No one else knew sweets better than the toughest Sugar Fairy himself.
Maybe he should call and ask the man to come over? It would only take thirty minutes maximum.
A moment of thought.
Nah. Too much hassle.
"That troubled expression looks delectable on you, my little lamb." That familiar breathy voice on his ear brought a horrified shudder crawling down his spine, but it was the hot and sandy texture of the tongue licking his right cheek that immediately jolted him into action.
It seemed even Heaven was housing the devil for itself.
"What the fuck!" He yelped, turning to his assailant. "Who the—Fujisaki?! You shit! That scared the living hell out of me." Akihito, looking awfully disgusted, rubbed the infected area against the sleeve of his jacket until it burned bright pink.
A raised brow. "Last name basis now, Aki-chan?" But before he could snap a retort, she added while waving her index finger at him, "Tsk. Tsk. Better watch that language. This is a family-friendly establishment after all."
"It's your fault, bitch. I doubt they even understand since I'm speaking Japanese."
"Oh, but isn't fuck a universal language, nowadays?"
The glare he sent her was murderous.
But his raven-haired nuisance merely ignored the threat with a regal wave of her hand.
"I recommend the Lust for Lemon. Even a small taste will hit you just right where you want it most, my cute Akihito."
The glare intensified with his revulsion. "I don't remember asking you for some Live and Full-body Sex Chat, pervert."
A smirk.
"My, my. Such a dirty mind you have. I was actually referring to the Lemon Meringue Pie." Then, as if justifying herself, she pointed a manicured nail towards the newest delicacy on the tray he had been salivating over a while ago.
Oh.
The perfectly-crimped crust topped with a river of soft, fluffy meringue ripped with citrus bits and glistened with caramel definitely, definitely appealed to his palate, and indeed, to his utter dismay, was labeled, 'Lust for Lemon,' The Ultimate Lemon Meringue Pie.
"Whatever." Akihito snapped, voice gruff, concealing embarrassment with default irritation, and then quickly fired his order to the guy behind the counter.
The plan was simple—eat the pie, order some more of the others if it's really good, then get the fuck out of there. A snort. And while on that, he might as well admit to being insane since only those deranged in the head would consider dining alone in the same place as the shedevil herself—just like that little lamb walking blindly into the slaughter.
And his wool would be stained in deep angry red.
"Whenever I see adorable kittens in dilemma, my kind heart—"
Akihito cleared his throat, trying to catch the attention of the manager holding his purchase hostage.
"—just can't resist lending a hand and help. in. any. way. possible." The green eyes were thankfully not trained on him as each word was punctuated with a sensual slur. Instead, they were busy fucking said manager with a smoldering stare.
He looked up at his tall companion—still wearing heels, Akihito groused in annoyance—then at the pretty, not handsome, Asian man whose face was presently sporting an intensely red flush.
And did a double-take, finding his mouth suddenly dry.
In a split second, he grabbed his plate and dragged Fujisaki to the nearest window seat, which to his relief was amidst open space.
They might be friends but he wouldn't put it past this woman to not let him finish his meal unmolested behind closed doors and prying eyes. The opportunity was just there, screaming, and he wouldn't dare risk it.
She was just as bad as Asam—
No.
This person was a worse pervert than Asami.
And that was saying a lot.
When he was all settled and ready to partake on the little feast, Akihito glowered at the flirtatious female who was looking positively entertained.
Like some feline that drowned in catnip.
Shit. "Tell me you didn't."
A lecherous grin. "Alright. I didn't."
"I can't believe you! Does that poor guy even swing that way?"
"Hmm?" Akihito glared, finding the leer extremely irritating. "He doesn't have to. I'm quite adept at persuading people to try something new."
For a moment, he mulled that over. "I see," was the deadpan reply, but he remained blind—as dictated by his conscience— to her defunct reasoning.
Fujisaki, however, was an expert in putting more fuel to the fire. "Just think of it like the first time we met."
"You molested me the first time we met." He griped in contempt. "There was absence of a valid consent."
She merely waved a hand in dismissal. "Details, details. I was merely introducing you to the other side of sex."
"No. You made me permanently scarred."
An incredulous look. "I don't remember hurting you."
To his credit, Akihito managed to resist shouting expletives and just swallowed his retort with a piece of the heavenly pie. It was mildly sweet with a nice spike of citrus, the pleasant taste rolling evenly on his tongue. It was almost enough to diffuse his horror at the memory of him chained, gagged and lying half-drugged on a sling, and being topped by a woman wearing some huge strap-on dildo.
He shuddered.
Good thing, Asami arrived just in time to save his ass from cougar domination©.
"Never mind." He sighed, not wanting to open that can of worms. "Anyway, take this as 'unsolicited advice' from a brat if you want, but jumping from one man or woman to another—"
Fujisaki showed appreciation with the roll of her eyes. "Save it, kid. You're hardly qualified to give me any kind of sermon."
Incensed by the brush-off, he continued with narrowed eyes. "Qualification has nothing to do with it. I'm merely concerned for you and your son because as a father—"
"I don't believe having a natural child makes you a better parent than me, Akihito." She interrupted again, his haughty attitude rubbing her raw.
"I didn't say that!" He scoffed, truthfully not referring to that detail at all. "Stop putting words in my mouth."
"Oh? So what are you implying anyway? That I'm a bad mother because I enjoy exploring my sexuality?" (2) The feral expression on her face gave him chills. "Sorry to say, I may be an exhibitionist in some aspects, but even I draw the line at fucking in front of my son."
But Akihito was also enraged for a reason he deemed perfectly legitimate. "And what? That's it? You justify that kind of behavior by admitting that you're a slut?"
A huff. "No. I'm an equal opportunist."
"Ah. Is that what they call them nowadays?"
"Fuck. You." Fujisaki's normally playful orbs were cold and menacing. "You have no right to lecture me on how to run my life. Besides, I'm nobody's wife so I can sleep with whomever I want, wherever I want and whenever I want."
However, Akihito was never the type to heed the warning signs.
"Yeah, well, too bad. Kirishima-san must have missed that memo because he doesn't appear to think that way."
The loud sound of hands slamming on the tabletop seemed like a splash of scalding hot coffee that brought him back to his senses.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
After almost seven years, he still couldn't control the shit coming out of his mouth.
"I'm so sorr—"
"Shut up." The harsh whisper filled his veins with ice.
Fujisaki knew this conversation was similar to their usual banter but something about the younger man really grated on her nerves. "The fuck is wrong with you today? Dr. Sekijima warning you off brain tumor now? HIV? AIDS? If you're going to be prissy about something that doesn't even exist, then do it somewhere else, you insolent fool!"
Akihito winced, taking the words like a well-deserved slap.
She massaged her temples and took deep calming breaths. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. "So this all boil down to that issue? You're being vindictive because you thought I'm hurting Kirishima by cheating on him like some wanton harlot?" But before he could offer a reply, she continued. "Akihito, wake up and smell the flowers! This is reality and not part of your naïve fantasies. There's nothing going on between Kirishima and I. And if the opposite is true with him, then too bad." Her lips curled into a nostalgic smile. "I already lost my heart to another a long, long time ago. And I doubt that will ever happen again."
A thick lump formed inside his chest, suffocating and constricting his lungs with every breath. Akihito had long since realized that those things happened in the past—many, many years before he even entered the picture.
But he was curious and really, really wanted to know.
"T-That person—" he cleared his throat, "—that person you speak of—" A pause, unsure whether to proceed, daring not to meet the fiery green eyes. "Is it Asami?"
The last word released with a sudden exhale of air.
—and there was silence.
A silence so deafening, like a vacuum that swallowed the slightest sound.
Vaguely, he heard the tinkle of chimes resonating by the door, signaling that another customer entered the shop.
Then all of a sudden, the echo of a very unladylike snort broke the tension.
"Are you an idiot or just mentally retarded?" Akihito appeared aghast at that. "Where on earth did you get such stupid notion? The only way I'll lose my heart to that bratty bastard is when I rip it off my chest and offer it in a silver platter—which I assure you will never, never happen. Am I clear?"
Akihito nodded, his expression wry. "Crystal."
A revolted shudder rocked her whole form again. "Fuck, kid. That thought will be giving me nightmares for weeks to come." A glare. "If I turned into some creepy old bat because of lack of sleep, I'm suing your ass. Moral damages alone will make you bankrupt."
And just like that, the friends' playful banter returned anew.
He gave her a teasing smile. "That's rich coming from someone who doesn't even look a day older than twenty-five."
Fujisaki raised a brow in disbelief. "You're gay. So flattery will get you nowhere."
Refusing to let the jibe ruffle his feathers, he insisted. "Well, I'm a photographer so neither am I blind to what I see."
"Yeah, right. I don't like to hear that from a perpetual twelve year old like you."
And with another bite of his pie, Akihito gave her the finger.
Moments after completely mutilating his dessert and Fujisaki having her second fill of coffee—black just like Asami wanted his every morning—the latter finally inquired what had been bothering her for a while now.
"What are you here for, anyway? Business or pleasure? And I'm surprised to see none of your guards."
Akihito shrugged, casting furtive glances to the dessert trays again. "Business. I just finished shooting in Palawan the day before. Flight leaves in—" he checked the wall clock "—five hours. As for the latter, Suoh and the others might be ready to skin me alive when I get back. You?"
But a glance at her utterly relaxed posture and ensemble—long raven hair freed from the usual elegant braid—made him retract the query. "Wait. Stupid question. Don't answer that."
Dressed in a short denim skirt showing off long, smooth creamy legs and a tight cashmere sweater—the neckline dipping low enough to give a teasing peek of the lace-covered breasts and the dark valley in between, it was truly no wonder, Fujisaki could charm both men and women, even those more than half her age. Add to that the attractive paycheck regularly deposited to her account from working as Sion Group's Executive Head for Legal Affairs.
Well, shit.
The fact of him not feeling any stirring in his groin when faced with such womanly attributes definitely confirmed that Akihito was a hundred percent homosexual.
Nope. Nil. Nada.
His cock remained limp between his thighs.
Without a doubt, Asami had ruined him for good.
"Contrary to what you believe, I'm actually here for business. Not Sion-related business though, bus this—" she spread out her arms, gesturing to the entirety of the beautiful shop, "—this sort of business. I needed to finalize some papers before opening two other branches in Davao and Cebu."
Fujisaki halted to let the words sink in.
"You own this?!" But before his mouth run off with praises for such amazing place, Akihito halted as horrified realization sunk in—that the delicious lemon meringue pie he had mutilated might be funding some human traffickers or any terrorist activity in the world. Honestly, was there nothing superb around here innocent anymore? "Is that even legal?"
A secretive smile. "Well, technically and on paper, I only hold forty percent as required by local laws. Oh, but you know me."
He nodded. "Of course." And that was not necessarily a good thing. Akihito just prayed those sweets were the innocent part of the deal.
Any deal at all.
After a sip of her coffee, she dismissed his trepidations with another question. "So, how's the little brat?" It had been almost a month since she last dropped by the other's estate after all.
"Please specify. I have two back home."
"I'm referring to the cute one."
He chuckled, finding her refusal to label Asami with anything positive or even the slightest bit resembling a compliment extremely hilarious. Those two were like siblings always fighting over the next big thing. "Hopefully still in one piece when I get back. The squirt has been restless since your son was whisked away to the city for summer school."
"Ryuuren misses her too." Fujisaki commented with a fond smile. Watching those two happy albeit mischievous children in their elements was a guilty pleasure of hers. It served as a nice change of pace after hours of exposure to the underworld.
Akihito snorted. "Yeah, well, the little princess was in a sour mood after that and came up with the brilliant idea of dyeing Kirishima's hair pink."
The older woman laughed.
"To top that off, she has been harassing us to get her a pet for weeks now." He gave a casual shrug. "Frankly, I don't really mind. It might be nice to see some dog or cat playing in the garden, but Ryuichi was adamant that no creature that makes inhuman sounds or sheds hair can enter the property."
An elegant eyebrow was raised. "So what does he want? A virtual pet?"
"No shit. But if I'm wrong, then I have no idea what animal that man can tolerate at all. The only thing I know is that those two are insufferable because neither wants to give in." He sighed. "Good thing they finally reached an agreement while I was away."
"An agreement?" she repeated, eyes dancing in amusement.
Akihito grinned. "Yeah. Pocky against pet. So as to say, the snack wins. Who knows, the next time you visit, I'll be complaining about an obese daughter."
At that, she stopped stirring her coffee and briefly contemplated adding some milk or sugar or even both—should the next topic so demand. "And what about you?"
The eyes that met hers were honestly confused. "What about me?"
"Anything you want to complain about?" She shrugged, trying to project nonchalance. "I assume the outburst earlier was caused by something else and not just you going Neanderthal on me. It's not like today is the first time you saw me flirting with another man. Heck, you caught me fucking my secretary, a female secretary at the office and didn't even bat an eyelash. It makes me think that the bastard version of you must have surfaced for a reason."
The younger man colored under the intense inquiring stare. Looking back on it, he had indeed acted irrationally and as she said 'was an insolent fool' and a 'know-it-all brat.' He would hate himself too should the situation be reversed. And for sure, he wouldn't be as calm—well, calm enough to resist delivering a well-aimed punch just like the slap he rightfully deserved.
But didn't receive.
Akihito scratched the back of his neck, forlorn smile transforming him into a desolate-looking and wounded child. "Yeah, I'm really sorry about that. I haven't been feeling like myself lately."
Fujisaki waved the apology way. Making him feel guilty was not her purpose for questioning at all. However, it was the words thereafter that caught her attention. "Why do you say that?" She frowned, thinking the worst of his notorious habits. "Have you been skipping your appointments again?"
"Hm?" It took him a moment to realize she was talking about his periodic visits to Dr. Sekijima, his psychologist. He grunted. "Hardly. I refuse to get my ass killed if I dare miss even one."
Green eyes remained worried. "How about panic attacks? Got any of those lately?" She vacated the couch and leaned towards him to get a closer look.
To label his episodes as panic attacks was putting the whole thing mildly.** It was always painful and frightening; a few hours or even minutes of the burning sensation on his neck, the nausea, the numb sensation throughout his body and the feeling of being choked or smothered were so close to making him go crazy, completely lose himself and surrender to his death. (3)
The worst one to date happened during a simple class reunion with friends from university where he saw Takatou for the first time after years apart—alive, healthy and appearing very happy with his own family. It was a jovial and peaceful occasion but that didn't stop irrational fears and feelings from surfacing, nightmares and illusions replacing his real memories, immediately marking that day as bleak and not worth of the pain remembering. The meds and breathing exercises failed to work back then, that Akira—his guard on duty that time—had to call Asami, interrupting a very important meeting just to calm him down.
Asami.
It was always Asami.
Only his soothing words—"Shh…shh…I'm here, I'm here… nothing is going to hurt you anymore, Akihito …I won't allow it…" and comforting touch—the kisses on his eyelids, lips wiping salty tears away, and being held against the wide strong chest, the beating of his lover's heart, thump, thump, coaxing him to sleep like a sweet lullaby—could make him feel protected, forever safe and warm.
Those incidents changed his life. It was in fact one of the reasons why he shifted to scenic photography. His boss couldn't have him running after criminals in case he encountered any potential trigger because that would be tantamount to condemning himself—an old man with a lot of mouths to feed—to an early grave by Asami's own hands.
Treatments under Dr. Sekijima had done him great, his episodes becoming less and less frequent. Actually, it had been two years since his last one and he was looking forward to more of such peaceful years to come.
Nevertheless, the fact remained that Akihito had not seen Takatou or his wife since then.
"Hey, ungrateful brat. I'm talking to you." Fujisaki's annoyed voice interrupted his musings. "I don't like being ignored when I'm being kind."
Which was very, very rare.
Akihito merely gave her a cheeky grin.
"No. I feel fine. Nothing changed since the last time you saw me." But despite the negative answer assuring the other of his well-being, Akihito didn't resist the soft hands touching the side of his head, allowing the older woman a chance to display her unusual bout of concern.
It was only when said hands were traversing forbidden territory that he voiced his protest, tone and expression excessively dry. "I don't think the inside of my thighs are up for inspection."
Then promptly slapped said treacherous limbs away.
Good humor returning, she moved back to her seat, crossing the long exposed legs when settled in.
Awkward moment over with, he took the opportunity to drink his lemonade.
"Well, if neither your body nor your psyche is the problem, then without doubt, it must be your libido."
Akihito gaped at her, drops of liquid spewing out as he tried to blurt a decent reply.
"Wdfghjkl?!"
She smirked, as if understanding his blubber. "It means you're sexually frustrated."
He gulped, willing the earth to open up and swallow him whole. He so didn't want to have this conversation, least of all with a person like her.
"Fuck off. My sex life is none of your business." He and Asami had a very healthy one, thank you very much.
"Your irritation, brazen mood and oral fixation say otherwise."
"That's not true! In fact, I—"
"—self-gratification doesn't count. And yes, that includes dildo sex." She finished, perfectly knowing his next line of defense. Then, she snorted, eyeing his disheveled form in distaste. "Disgusting. Wipe your face, kid. People might think I was the single Mom who raised such delinquent son. Honestly, what was Asami teaching you other than sucking cock? Your manners are atrocious."
He glared, but cleaned himself, anyway.
"Shut up. My manners are just fine. It's your mouth that badly needs washing." A pause. "With detergent."
But she was not listening anymore, attention now directed to the waiter taking her order.
Bitch.
"Credit Card."
Akihito eyed the open palm extended towards him with distrust. "What for? I already paid a while ago."
Fujisaki snorted, looking mildly annoyed. "Idiot. I took the liberty of ordering your take-home desserts. But they won't be going with you on the plane so I'll ship them instead. It is airport regulation unless you missed the memo." The tone she used in the last statement was condescending.
He glared, hearing the insult but handed his card anyway. "I could have done that myself." Because owing favors of any kind to this woman was the last thing he wanted.
Ungrateful little shit.
After snatching said item, she passed it to the waiter from before but not without whispering something against the shell of his ear.
Probably something perverted.
Akihito, feeling the telltale irritation crawling up again, groused. "Honestly, why are you still licensed anyway? The council ought to disbar you for uncouth behavior."
Fujisaki didn't bother hiding her smirk. "I'm on leave and vacationing in another country. My uncouth behavior is warranted."
Of course, what she left unsaid was that several judges and justices in Japan were included to the Sion Group's payroll.
She handled those papers after all.
Five minutes later, the same waiter returned, this time with his receipt.
Standing up and gesturing him to do the same, she tapped impatiently on the glass of her watch. "Your flight leaves in three hours. So better get moving now, kid. The traffic in this city is fucking ridiculous, I tell you."
The delivery of her words might seem apathetic and cold, but Akihito felt the underlying care and affection. It warmed him inside. "Nuriko."
The woman raised a brow. "Back to first names now, Aki-chan? Hm. Guess that means I'm out of the doghouse."
Akihito grinned. "Yeah, well. You've been amazingly nice today. So thanks."
She scoffed. "For what? The desserts? No need. I charged you triple for those so I should be thanking you instead."
A glance to the receipt confirmed her statement. Well, shit. So that's what the whispering stuff was all about.
"Well, apart from being corrupt and greedy, you're really just a big softie." Akihito insisted, reminding himself that she resisted hitting him a while ago even though she really, really wanted to.
"You're hallucinating. I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He intoned, rolling his eyes. "I'm going. Ryuichi will tan my behind if I missed this flight."
They didn't hug or even shook hands. There was no need for such sentiments since they would see each other's exasperating faces again in Japan, give it a week or two.
"Oh, by the way, a little bird told me that your grandfather misses you and the little princess." Nuriko stated from behind him, halting his steps to the door.
Akihito turned to her looking confused. "What are you talking about? We just had dinner with them the week before I left."
"I was referring to the one in Russia."(4)
Oh.
"Like you said earlier, take this as 'unsolicited advice' from a meddling woman if you want, but it wouldn't hurt to let the kid spend some time with her great grandpa and other cousins."
His eyes looked pensive. "I'll think about it."
She merely waved a hand, as if dismissing him from her regal presence. "Well, better not take too long thinking, then. It may be too late for your case, but Fumiko loves the old man. Don't deprive her of the chance to know him while he's still healthy and alive."
"I'll keep that in mind."
And he would.
A few steps later, he was out of the door.
Akihito might not act like it but he considered Fujisaki Nuriko—sexually/emotionally independent, honest but oftentimes bordering insensitive and arrogant woman—as a really great and reliable friend despite their differences in age, attitude and moral beliefs. The closest friend in fact because he learned to accept both Asami and Fumiko as permanent fixtures in his life partly because of her.
The road was not easy, but he got there eventually.
Despite his loses.
Kou and Naomi were stolen by their deaths.
Takatou was taken away by his family and conscience.
Even his career took a drastic change.
Indeed, being involved with Asami had caused him a lot of casualties.
His innocence.
His job.
His friends.
His sanity.
But Akihito would never give him up for anything in this world. Because—
Because they were what?
Master and pet? Friends? Lovers? Husbands to each other?
Those words had long failed to describe what they were to each other anymore.
Nothing could ever be enough.
They were raising a child together.
They were family.
They were one.
And surely, amidst the world they lived in, blood would always spill.
But in the end, it would still be his family—Asami, Akihito and Fumiko—last standing by the ruins.
With that, he allowed himself a smile.
It was time to go home.
Back to whom he belonged.
END OF PART 2
Notes:
(1) ALL fancy café and cake/dessert description are NOT mine. Heaven Boulevard Desserts was based on a real existing pastry shop in the Philippines. See here for more info: dessertcomesfirst archives /7672/
(2) "Oh? So what are you implying anyway? That I'm a bad mother because I enjoy exploring my sexuality?"
I like to hear your thoughts in this: Does actively exploring one's sexuality make him/her a bad parent?
I am of the opinion that it does not since those two are different things. I believe sex is a basic human need and satisfaction of such does not equate to not really loving your child enough to give it up. I mean, I may not be a parent but I find it ridiculous to think that having a kid will automatically or actually eliminate a person's libido whether for straight or gay sex.
Of course, it's a different matter altogether if a person neglects/forgets his/her responsibilities as a parent because of sex. That's just wrong and even I will not stand for that.
(3) Panic Attacks - en . /wiki /Panic_attack – Panic attacks cannot cause death like in the case of heart attacks. Akihito was talking about the thoughts floating around his head before the attack happens—fear of impending death, illusions as to how it might happen…stuff like that.
**In his case, it is not simple panic attack but a panic disorder.
(4) Reference made to the plot in Jewel-Peridot. Hint: Akihito's 'blue-grey' eye color explained.
Your feedback is greatly appreciated.
I welcome constructive criticisms because I know it will help me improve, so please don't hesitate to inform me of your thoughts—whether it be about characterization, grammar and spelling, syntax or word usage.
Please also point to me the parts/scenes you think are slow-paced or boring. This is self-edited so I might be blind to those details.
**Garnet Part 3 might take a while because midterms start next week. =)
PS: What do you think of Fujisaki Nuriko a.k.a. Aunt Nuriko?
THANK YOU FOR READING! *hugs*