It's been quite some time huh. Life's been hectic. I read all the reviews on my previous chapter, and yes, there were ones that made me happy, there were those that made me less happy (but still happy because I needed to know what your thoughts are). Now don't hesitate to leave a comment, no matter if it makes me happy or less happy (but still happy), I love yall for it.
Sorry for the late update and no prior notice, but here goes!
I don't know how to make my stories funny anymore, help.
Victims: Mitarai
Riki (OC)
It was a sunny, bright day. As usual, the streets of Tokyo were all hustle bustle, impeccably dressed students and office workers could be seen making their ways to their destinations, and our limping protagonist was attracting attention from everyone. As usual.
Akihito wobbled slightly as he made his way to his the stakeout location Mitarai had appointed him to be at. Akihito had woken up with a clear mind and sore hips; his sleep was mainly interrupted by that annoying ringtone he has set for Mitarai, a fellow crime photojournalist.
He rejected Mitarai's plead for his help at first, he was too sore to even roll to Asami's side of the bed like he does every morning after Asami had left, but when Mitarai told him how much he could earn if the job was a success, Akihito practically jumped out of the large bed, already stepping into the bathroom that was nowhere near their bed. It would suffice for at least two weeks!
Finally arriving at the old building right across the location the crime doers were said to be at, Akihito quickly found Mitarai in the oddly-dark-despite-the-ray-of-light-from-the-window room. A Nikon camera in his hand, Mitarai tilted his head upwards to acknowledge Akihito's arrival, then continued wiping the expensive lens of his camera with a soft linen cloth for lenses-cleaning.
"Hey Mitarai," whispered Akihito.
"You're late," deadpanned Mitarai in a hushed voice.
Ignoring the man who has never said a good thing about him, Akihito set his equipment down on a wooden crate and looked for a suitable spot for capturing the drug dealers red-handed. Mitarai on the other hand, crouched down under a broken window, camera lifted just barely above the window pane.
"I don't think that's a good spot," Akihito whispered after debating whether to tell Mitarai or not. The man was not a bad guy, but he never listened to Akihito although they had worked together for quite a few times now. Mitarai also seemed to have developed a habit of leaving Akihito halfway through the job, much to Akihito's displeasure.
"Don't distract me. Eek..!"
His temporary partner's sudden yelp gave Akihito a slight shock, his panicky expression instantly alarming Akihito.
"Shit shit shit they saw me," exclaimed Mitarai, hands already working on keeping his equipment.
Akihito picked his own camera bag up before wincing as he tried to run. Mitarai who was one step ahead pulled Akihito by his wrist, forcing Akihito to keep up with him if he didn't want to get caught. Akihito tried to, but he couldn't. His agile self wasn't on top condition today.
Damn it Asami!
"I can't run, Mitarai," cried Akihito.
"Well princess, I can't ditch you, nor carry you, can I?!"
Akihito looked like he was about to pull his hair out in frustration when an idea came to him. He quickly ripped Mitarai's camera bag off of him, and placed both their bags beside the wooden crate. Forcing Mitarai to sit down on the cold, hard floor, Akihito tore his own top off, covered the wooden crate and the bags with his shirt, and then straddled Mitarai by his thighs.
"What the—Takaba!" Mitarai has been out working with Akihito a few times now, and he must admit, Akihito was actually a lot smarter than his frivolous, childish look. Mitarai just could never understand where he got his ideas of 'protecting us both' came from. Like that one time, Akihito had pulled a wig out of nowhere and raised his voice an octave higher. The crime lord wannabe he was dealing with was captivated instantly, and that wasn't even the plan! Mitarai's own heart too, gave an extra strong thump when the cross-dressing Akihito turned to look at him, a grin on his face for getting the shots they needed.
"Shh," this brought Mitarai back to present, "I can hear their footsteps!"
Indeed, loud sounds of soles against cemented floor resonated throughout the building.
"Oh calm yo tits, I'm a great actor," announced Akihito proudly despite the situation.
Mitarai audibly gulped.
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It was the reflected sunlight from Mitarai's camera lens that captured the few adolescents' attention.
They had been informed by the higher-ups in their 'organization' to meet up behind this abandoned building for their first trade. Saying it was a form of 'getting into the real world' training for any freshies in the organization, little did these young men know that it was a test set to see if they were able to keep information disclosed after being informed about private meetings. Obviously, they have failed even this first test for them.
"There's someone by the window!" exclaimed the one who had his eyes momentarily blinded by the ray of light. The three of them sprinted off after the shadow that quickly hid behind the window, fear of being exposed urging them to accelerate.
When they reached the abandoned room, what came into view, though, was certainly not expected by any of them.
Silhouettes of two people in a compromising position had the trio halting. The shadows of the dark room casted gave them vague knowledge of the individuals' gender, raising the trio's suspicion along with a sense of curiosity. The self-proclaimed leader of the three, Riki took the first step into the room.
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Akihito and Mitarai both held their breaths. Hearing the footsteps stop right outside the room had Akihito let his out, but the relief was short-lived as cautious footsteps could be heard making way into the dark room. Mitarai unconsciously tightened his grip on Akihito's slender hips, fingers pressing onto the angry bruises that were already there since the first day of Asami's "4-days-in-Bed-with-Aki" marathon.
"Itai..!" The pained gasp Akihito let out had Mitarai jumping slightly, making Akihito lose his balance as he fell backwards. With Mitarai's quick reflexes, he quickly grabbed hold of Akihito's slender waist, and it was at that moment when Riki the leader fell in love with the young photographer.
As Akihito fell backwards, the ray of sunlight from the window managed to cast itself on Akihito. His natural blond locks glistened under the morning light, skin as fair and smooth as a baby's seemingly translucent. The mixed-blood fellow had such delicate and sculpted features that it was almost ethereal for one to look this beautiful. The shadows that appeared at the arch of his naked torso added intensity to the young photographer's lean, toned body.
Riki's eyes traveled back to Akihito's face, only to see the sexiest pair of hazel eyes he has ever seen looking back at him. Out of reflex, Riki took a step back, and ran without a care in the world. It took a second for his friends to collect themselves as they followed right after their leader.
"Wha-? What just happened?" gaped Akihito as he sat upright and slapped Mitarai's hands away.
Yet again, Mitarai sighed.
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It has been a few days since Riki and his friends were removed from the group. It was a blessing to have been removed after a beating that lasted for only about 2 hours, but to Riki, he was happy for a very different reason.
If you know what I mean.