(FIC) Viewfinder - Children's day
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kodoku_megumiTitle: Children's day
Fandom: Viewfinder
Characters/pairing: Akihito, Kirishima
Rating: -
Disclaimer: All VF characters are property of Yamane Ayano
Summary: Just a weird birthday fic for our lovely photographer
A/N: (yey I made it in time O_O!) It was an awfully long time ago that I wrote anything concerning VF, but since it's my favourite uke's birthday, I just had to ^^
Maybe I've got a little rusty, so sorry... now enjoy it, if you can ^^"
Children's day
Takaba looked up into the blue, cloudless sky. The nice breeze ruffled his hair a bit as he watched the carp shaped windsocks dance before the smiling green of the trees.
He sighed and let himself down upon the soft grass, resting his back against a solid tree.
Akihito was watching the kids and their fathers in the crowd, looking at their happy faces trough his viewfinder. It was the usual festival for Children’s Day and he was assigned to take some pictures of it for a local newspaper. A small job; but if he wanted to have a proper lunch at least at his birthday, he had to do it.
He had to work, plus Takato and Kou called him that they had other things to do, so they’ll arrange Akihito’s birthday party at the weekend. Well…it could be worse.
He wandered around the little park once more, taking a last few pictures before turning his back on the celebrating families and heading back home.
Family… he never really had something like that, but hey, he had a lot of friends and two of them were really special. Takato and Kou were always there for him. What else could he ask for?
“Who am I kidding…?” He murmured to himself.
He got back to his apartment late that afternoon. He placed his cameras back in their place and brought the films into his darkroom. Going back to his empty bedroom he sighed. Staying here alone wasn’t an option. Calling Asami wasn’t one either, he was happy not to be bothered by that man for nearly whole two weeks; he won’t give him any ideas by asking him out tonight.
So he decided to visit his favourite place and have a huge bowl of ramen. And after that, well who knows, maybe he’ll go and have a few drinks.
The sun started to set, as he walked down the streets. It was too loud for him and there were too many people; he wanted to be alone. He felt relieved, as he reached the little cart. The short man in traditional wear welcomed him as he sat down.
“What should it be this time Takaba-san? The usual?” he asked with a huge smile.
“Yes, but please, make it a big bowl.”
“Hungry?” the man laughed.
“Celebrating. It’s my birthday.” He said accompanying the sentence with a sad smile.
“Oh, is that so?” The man was busy preparing Akihito’s food. He finished it quickly and placed the huge bowl in front of Takaba.
“Congratulations young man! My treat.” He said, pointing at the ramen.
“Really? Thank you!” Takaba smiled beamingly at the man, then grabbed the chopsticks and dig in.
The man got back to his work, handling his knife perfectly while cutting the vegetables. Takaba watched him for a moment, but then something caught his eye. A tall figure clad in a black suit, standing meters away from the back of the cart. He wasn’t looking at Takaba, but he recognized the man immediately. Those glasses gave him away.
Why Asami was assigning someone to watch over him was beyond Akihito. The bodyguard was leaning on a lamp post; head turned away from them, but the young man was sure he was being watched. Somehow he felt sorry for Glasses, standing there all alone. Dammit, it was his birthday, why keep things turning out like this?
He slurped down some more ramen, before waving at the man. He looked back at Takaba in surprise. At first he didn’t even moved, they just glared at each other. Akihito motioned him to get there a second time, watching the guy walk to the cart and get around it.
He nodded to the two men, standing awkwardly beside Akihito.
“What would you like, Takaba-kun?” he asked politely, but Takaba could tell his voice was tense.
“Won’t you sit down?” he asked the man.
“I can’t, I have to work.”
“Wait, let me guess; you have to watch over me, aren’t you?”
The man nodded.
“Well if that’s the case, then sit down already and eat something. My treat, since Yoshimura-san gave me this delicious ramen for free. Or do you want some sake?”
“I’ve already told you that I have to work. Asami-sama-”
“’Asami-sama’ doesn’t have to know about everything.” Akihito answered in a mocking tone. “Come on, it’s my birthday, don’t lemme ‘celebrate’ alone, like some old salary man!”
The guard looked puzzled at the boy, but sat down beside him at last.
“Another ramen and sake, oyassan!” Takaba ordered cheerfully. “Is it okay for you Gla-…eh…sorry, but I forgot your name.” Akihito said, laughing nervously.
“Kirishima.” The dark haired man answered. ‘How could he forget my name when I’ve never told him?’ he wondered.
“Ah, yes that’s right. Once I overheard Asami talking to you. I tried to memorize your name, but well… it didn’t work out, as you can see.” Another laugh. “But I’ll remember it now!” Takaba grinned and went back to finish his ramen.
Kirishima looked at him dumbfounded.
**********************
Two ramen and a pretty amount of sake later Akihito was rambling about various things as Kirishima tried to get him away from the ramen stand, nodding his goodbye.
“Next bar! Next bar!!” Akihito shouted into the older man’s ear.
“Takaba-kun, stop it or I’m gonna throw you in front of the next car that heads this way.” Kirishima answered hauling the wriggling Takaba up, tightening the grip on his waist. “And by the way I’m not deaf.”
‘Not yet, but if this brat keeps this up I’ll be pretty soon.’ Came the afterthought.
“Aw, come on! You’re the only one here and it’s my birthday!!” Akihito wailed. “Just one more drink, then I’ll be a good boy and go home.”
To be honest Akihito wasn’t able to get to the next bar without help, let alone go home on his own. Kirishima’s plan was to get as fast, as he can to the next bar, get Takaba a drink and then drag him home.
Takaba was walking beside him on wobbling feet, one arm hooked around Kirishima’s neck. It was late, he noticed, the happy fathers and children were replaced with the drunken salary men and street punks, that had nothing better to do.
“You know what day it is?” Akihito asked slowly.
Kirishima sighed dramatically.
“Yes, yes, your birthday, I know.”
“No! It’s Children’s Day!! ” Akihito said now in a louder voice, waving with his free hand up and down. “I was at the festival today… but you must know that…”
‘Oh no, drunken rambling, just what I needed… ’ Kirishima thought rolling his eyes.
“I was standing there all alone. Just like all the other times.” He paused. “When I was young, you know.”
Kirishima didn’t really know if he should be saying anything to this, so he just waited patiently, dragging Takaba along.
“I wanted my father to come with me to the festival, but he had always something to do. ‘Next time’ he said to me. But he never came. So I was standing nearby every year, observing the happy faces of the boys whose fathers had nothing better to do, than being with their family…”
They got slower with each sentence. As he finished his last words, they’re standing in the middle of the busy street.
“Do you have a family, Kirishima-san?”
The bodyguard didn’t answer, but searched for a place for them to sit down. He spotted an empty bench nearby.
Dropping Takaba down on it, he quickly looked around. He knew where they were, so it wasn’t a problem to spot a nearby bar.
“Now listen to me! Stay here and don’t move, understand? I’ll go get some water for you.”
Akihito nodded and Kirishima disappeared into the crowd.
The photographer sighed and closed his eyes; trying to get the dizziness away. Why did he have to drink again? He always swears that he won’t drink that much next time, but when he starts he can’t stop. And now he is all nostalgic and depressed. Just great …what a birthday.
Kirishima came back pretty soon; holding two bottles of mineral water in his hands. He handed Akihito one and sat down.
“I have no one.”
Akihito looked up questioningly.
“You asked, if I have a family. I don’t.”
“Oh… I’m sorry…” he mumbled.
“You shouldn’t be. It was not your fault.”
Akihito gulped down some water, feeling more and more awful now for asking things he had nothing to do with.
“What about you?” Kirishima asked before he could stop himself. He knew the answer actually; there were few things he didn’t know about this boy. He had to do the research on Takaba back then, when Asami first laid his eyes on this brat and Kirishima was ordered to watch over him quite often. It seemed like punishment, but since he was perfect at his job, God knows why Asami felt like appointing him watching his lover.
“Well… I only have my father, but…” a sigh. “I don’t see him often. He’s travelling around the world with his only love.”
Takaba stopped staring at the bottle in his hands and peered up, meeting Kirishima’s questioning eyes.
“His cameras. They’re always in the first place. It didn’t matter that it was Christmas or my birthday. His job came always first.”
He sipped some more water and laughed nervously.
“Maybe that’s why mother left us. But I’m glad, you know. This way I had a chance to learn how beautiful a life of a cameraman is. The only things I ever got from my father were his old cameras. After school I always stayed on the streets getting into trouble, but after I got my hands on my very first camera, I stayed so I’d take pictures of various things.
I found it pretty exciting, but later it wasn’t enough; I needed some action, so I started helping the police. Then I met Asami and he...”
Takaba suddenly stopped. Asami was the last thing he wanted to think about; he didn’t know why he mentioned the man at all.
“You know Kirishima-san, there’s no one I could talk about this whole thing…” Takaba knew he shouldn’t continue with the topic, but still his slightly drunken mind just wouldn’t cooperate. ”Not even my two best friends know about …” a nervous sigh “…about him. It’s getting frustrating.”
Kirishima looked nervously away. The drunken banter was something he could handle, but this topic was…well, too delicate. It was an open secret that their boss had a relationship with the young photographer, but he really didn’t want to know the details. But Takaba continued.
“Sometimes I wish I’ve never met him, but if I think about not having him in my life, my chest starts to hurt. I really hate Asami for that.” Takaba grabbed the bottle a little harder. “I hate him for manipulating me and not thinking about my feelings.”
Kirishima wanted to say something, but a hurt laugh stopped him. He looked at the young photographer; he was such a lonely sight, sitting there with teary eyes, his fingers white from grabbing the water bottle.
“I’m so pathetic. I’m sitting here in the middle of the night agonizing about him, while Asami probably is hitting it off with some cutie at his club.”
“You know he is not.” Kirishima answered and Akihito looked at him, surprised. The shocked look turned back into the little, sad smile that was gracing the photographers lips for most of the night.
“Yes, I know…but it’s easier to think that he is, and not get my hopes up.”
The bodyguard didn’t really know what to say to that, but he was saved by a big grin.
“I feel pretty sober now and it is still my birthday!” Takaba got up and waved his bottle around in the air. “Care to get plastered with me?”
Kirishima looked a bit dumbfounded at the young man, unable to decide, that this sudden outburst was the after-effect of the alcohol or that the mood change was the result of Akihito’s endless energy. Well, either way, getting drunk with a brat was still better, than watching said brat drinking alone or getting into trouble.
So he got up from the bench, leaving the empty water bottle behind and smirked at Takaba.
“Why not…” Akihito’s grin grew at the answer and in an instant he was dragging the older man down the street, hollering ‘Next bar Kirishima-san! Next!’.
Fandom: Viewfinder
Characters/pairing: Akihito, Kirishima
Rating: -
Disclaimer: All VF characters are property of Yamane Ayano
Summary: Just a weird birthday fic for our lovely photographer
A/N: (yey I made it in time O_O!) It was an awfully long time ago that I wrote anything concerning VF, but since it's my favourite uke's birthday, I just had to ^^
Maybe I've got a little rusty, so sorry... now enjoy it, if you can ^^"
Children's day
Takaba looked up into the blue, cloudless sky. The nice breeze ruffled his hair a bit as he watched the carp shaped windsocks dance before the smiling green of the trees.
He sighed and let himself down upon the soft grass, resting his back against a solid tree.
Akihito was watching the kids and their fathers in the crowd, looking at their happy faces trough his viewfinder. It was the usual festival for Children’s Day and he was assigned to take some pictures of it for a local newspaper. A small job; but if he wanted to have a proper lunch at least at his birthday, he had to do it.
He had to work, plus Takato and Kou called him that they had other things to do, so they’ll arrange Akihito’s birthday party at the weekend. Well…it could be worse.
He wandered around the little park once more, taking a last few pictures before turning his back on the celebrating families and heading back home.
Family… he never really had something like that, but hey, he had a lot of friends and two of them were really special. Takato and Kou were always there for him. What else could he ask for?
“Who am I kidding…?” He murmured to himself.
He got back to his apartment late that afternoon. He placed his cameras back in their place and brought the films into his darkroom. Going back to his empty bedroom he sighed. Staying here alone wasn’t an option. Calling Asami wasn’t one either, he was happy not to be bothered by that man for nearly whole two weeks; he won’t give him any ideas by asking him out tonight.
So he decided to visit his favourite place and have a huge bowl of ramen. And after that, well who knows, maybe he’ll go and have a few drinks.
The sun started to set, as he walked down the streets. It was too loud for him and there were too many people; he wanted to be alone. He felt relieved, as he reached the little cart. The short man in traditional wear welcomed him as he sat down.
“What should it be this time Takaba-san? The usual?” he asked with a huge smile.
“Yes, but please, make it a big bowl.”
“Hungry?” the man laughed.
“Celebrating. It’s my birthday.” He said accompanying the sentence with a sad smile.
“Oh, is that so?” The man was busy preparing Akihito’s food. He finished it quickly and placed the huge bowl in front of Takaba.
“Congratulations young man! My treat.” He said, pointing at the ramen.
“Really? Thank you!” Takaba smiled beamingly at the man, then grabbed the chopsticks and dig in.
The man got back to his work, handling his knife perfectly while cutting the vegetables. Takaba watched him for a moment, but then something caught his eye. A tall figure clad in a black suit, standing meters away from the back of the cart. He wasn’t looking at Takaba, but he recognized the man immediately. Those glasses gave him away.
Why Asami was assigning someone to watch over him was beyond Akihito. The bodyguard was leaning on a lamp post; head turned away from them, but the young man was sure he was being watched. Somehow he felt sorry for Glasses, standing there all alone. Dammit, it was his birthday, why keep things turning out like this?
He slurped down some more ramen, before waving at the man. He looked back at Takaba in surprise. At first he didn’t even moved, they just glared at each other. Akihito motioned him to get there a second time, watching the guy walk to the cart and get around it.
He nodded to the two men, standing awkwardly beside Akihito.
“What would you like, Takaba-kun?” he asked politely, but Takaba could tell his voice was tense.
“Won’t you sit down?” he asked the man.
“I can’t, I have to work.”
“Wait, let me guess; you have to watch over me, aren’t you?”
The man nodded.
“Well if that’s the case, then sit down already and eat something. My treat, since Yoshimura-san gave me this delicious ramen for free. Or do you want some sake?”
“I’ve already told you that I have to work. Asami-sama-”
“’Asami-sama’ doesn’t have to know about everything.” Akihito answered in a mocking tone. “Come on, it’s my birthday, don’t lemme ‘celebrate’ alone, like some old salary man!”
The guard looked puzzled at the boy, but sat down beside him at last.
“Another ramen and sake, oyassan!” Takaba ordered cheerfully. “Is it okay for you Gla-…eh…sorry, but I forgot your name.” Akihito said, laughing nervously.
“Kirishima.” The dark haired man answered. ‘How could he forget my name when I’ve never told him?’ he wondered.
“Ah, yes that’s right. Once I overheard Asami talking to you. I tried to memorize your name, but well… it didn’t work out, as you can see.” Another laugh. “But I’ll remember it now!” Takaba grinned and went back to finish his ramen.
Kirishima looked at him dumbfounded.
**********************
Two ramen and a pretty amount of sake later Akihito was rambling about various things as Kirishima tried to get him away from the ramen stand, nodding his goodbye.
“Next bar! Next bar!!” Akihito shouted into the older man’s ear.
“Takaba-kun, stop it or I’m gonna throw you in front of the next car that heads this way.” Kirishima answered hauling the wriggling Takaba up, tightening the grip on his waist. “And by the way I’m not deaf.”
‘Not yet, but if this brat keeps this up I’ll be pretty soon.’ Came the afterthought.
“Aw, come on! You’re the only one here and it’s my birthday!!” Akihito wailed. “Just one more drink, then I’ll be a good boy and go home.”
To be honest Akihito wasn’t able to get to the next bar without help, let alone go home on his own. Kirishima’s plan was to get as fast, as he can to the next bar, get Takaba a drink and then drag him home.
Takaba was walking beside him on wobbling feet, one arm hooked around Kirishima’s neck. It was late, he noticed, the happy fathers and children were replaced with the drunken salary men and street punks, that had nothing better to do.
“You know what day it is?” Akihito asked slowly.
Kirishima sighed dramatically.
“Yes, yes, your birthday, I know.”
“No! It’s Children’s Day!! ” Akihito said now in a louder voice, waving with his free hand up and down. “I was at the festival today… but you must know that…”
‘Oh no, drunken rambling, just what I needed… ’ Kirishima thought rolling his eyes.
“I was standing there all alone. Just like all the other times.” He paused. “When I was young, you know.”
Kirishima didn’t really know if he should be saying anything to this, so he just waited patiently, dragging Takaba along.
“I wanted my father to come with me to the festival, but he had always something to do. ‘Next time’ he said to me. But he never came. So I was standing nearby every year, observing the happy faces of the boys whose fathers had nothing better to do, than being with their family…”
They got slower with each sentence. As he finished his last words, they’re standing in the middle of the busy street.
“Do you have a family, Kirishima-san?”
The bodyguard didn’t answer, but searched for a place for them to sit down. He spotted an empty bench nearby.
Dropping Takaba down on it, he quickly looked around. He knew where they were, so it wasn’t a problem to spot a nearby bar.
“Now listen to me! Stay here and don’t move, understand? I’ll go get some water for you.”
Akihito nodded and Kirishima disappeared into the crowd.
The photographer sighed and closed his eyes; trying to get the dizziness away. Why did he have to drink again? He always swears that he won’t drink that much next time, but when he starts he can’t stop. And now he is all nostalgic and depressed. Just great …what a birthday.
Kirishima came back pretty soon; holding two bottles of mineral water in his hands. He handed Akihito one and sat down.
“I have no one.”
Akihito looked up questioningly.
“You asked, if I have a family. I don’t.”
“Oh… I’m sorry…” he mumbled.
“You shouldn’t be. It was not your fault.”
Akihito gulped down some water, feeling more and more awful now for asking things he had nothing to do with.
“What about you?” Kirishima asked before he could stop himself. He knew the answer actually; there were few things he didn’t know about this boy. He had to do the research on Takaba back then, when Asami first laid his eyes on this brat and Kirishima was ordered to watch over him quite often. It seemed like punishment, but since he was perfect at his job, God knows why Asami felt like appointing him watching his lover.
“Well… I only have my father, but…” a sigh. “I don’t see him often. He’s travelling around the world with his only love.”
Takaba stopped staring at the bottle in his hands and peered up, meeting Kirishima’s questioning eyes.
“His cameras. They’re always in the first place. It didn’t matter that it was Christmas or my birthday. His job came always first.”
He sipped some more water and laughed nervously.
“Maybe that’s why mother left us. But I’m glad, you know. This way I had a chance to learn how beautiful a life of a cameraman is. The only things I ever got from my father were his old cameras. After school I always stayed on the streets getting into trouble, but after I got my hands on my very first camera, I stayed so I’d take pictures of various things.
I found it pretty exciting, but later it wasn’t enough; I needed some action, so I started helping the police. Then I met Asami and he...”
Takaba suddenly stopped. Asami was the last thing he wanted to think about; he didn’t know why he mentioned the man at all.
“You know Kirishima-san, there’s no one I could talk about this whole thing…” Takaba knew he shouldn’t continue with the topic, but still his slightly drunken mind just wouldn’t cooperate. ”Not even my two best friends know about …” a nervous sigh “…about him. It’s getting frustrating.”
Kirishima looked nervously away. The drunken banter was something he could handle, but this topic was…well, too delicate. It was an open secret that their boss had a relationship with the young photographer, but he really didn’t want to know the details. But Takaba continued.
“Sometimes I wish I’ve never met him, but if I think about not having him in my life, my chest starts to hurt. I really hate Asami for that.” Takaba grabbed the bottle a little harder. “I hate him for manipulating me and not thinking about my feelings.”
Kirishima wanted to say something, but a hurt laugh stopped him. He looked at the young photographer; he was such a lonely sight, sitting there with teary eyes, his fingers white from grabbing the water bottle.
“I’m so pathetic. I’m sitting here in the middle of the night agonizing about him, while Asami probably is hitting it off with some cutie at his club.”
“You know he is not.” Kirishima answered and Akihito looked at him, surprised. The shocked look turned back into the little, sad smile that was gracing the photographers lips for most of the night.
“Yes, I know…but it’s easier to think that he is, and not get my hopes up.”
The bodyguard didn’t really know what to say to that, but he was saved by a big grin.
“I feel pretty sober now and it is still my birthday!” Takaba got up and waved his bottle around in the air. “Care to get plastered with me?”
Kirishima looked a bit dumbfounded at the young man, unable to decide, that this sudden outburst was the after-effect of the alcohol or that the mood change was the result of Akihito’s endless energy. Well, either way, getting drunk with a brat was still better, than watching said brat drinking alone or getting into trouble.
So he got up from the bench, leaving the empty water bottle behind and smirked at Takaba.
“Why not…” Akihito’s grin grew at the answer and in an instant he was dragging the older man down the street, hollering ‘Next bar Kirishima-san! Next!’.
