FindingSoubi
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jul 14, 2011
RE: Rock Hard Ballerina (AlexsSketches, FindingSoubi)
Yuji glared at the voice filtering in through his door. How thank you damnit! Yuji thought in a pissed off manner. But nooooo that was too easy for Akira. Aside from that Yuji wondered just what Akira thought the entertainment world was? If it hadn't been Yuji, then Akira would have probably been playing "demented doctor" with Kano last night. And for thanks he was still scolding? Yuji mouthed soundless filthy words at the door. When Yuji had counted to a hundred in Japanese and was sure he was going to be able to hold his temper he finally open the door, and breezed past Akira with a mumbled good morning. Yuji was in all black right down to shades and leather jacket. Everything loose fit, so no one would see all the padding he had done in places to cushion his injuries.
Ito was waiting for them impatiently in the lobby. Yuji looked the part of the crisp rock star, but Ito wasn't fooled for a second. After a quick gruff "g'morning" to Akira, Ito watched Yuji in front of him with a practiced eye. He could see the slight limping, and the way Yuji got in the car with a contortion act that any circus performer would have been proud in order to keep his ass from any seat contact. Ito ground his teeth and waited until the silent towncar pulled off before he struck.
Wristbands? Seriously? Yuji must have thought Ito was an idiot. All this clothing on a man who usually barely wanted his t-shirt on. . . Ito grabbed Yuji's forearm above the wrist, and jumped himself when Yuji yelpped like a whipped puppy, complete with hoarseness. He yanked up the wristband on purpose and the bandage by by accident. The raw red crosscutting lines with blood still drying between them was enough to make Ito want to simultaneously slap Yuji, vomit, and kill Kano.
"You fucking proud of that kid? Did it feel good letting that sick bastard do that to you? What the hell is wrong with you!" Ito was red in the face, even though his voice was more hissing whisper than scream!
"Drop it Ito!" Yuji mumbled staring out the window. He yanked the bandage and wristband back into place. Ito just shook his head. Yuji had done idiot things before but he thought the kid had learned long ago Kano was not the usual low-level nut job. He was really a predatory freak, a power hungry creep-o that according to Ito's research last night could not get his little useless wiener up unless he was power tripping on some brutal sadist crap and a bus load of nose candy! What was the kid thinking?! Then Ito's eyes fell on Akira sitting primly across from him and next to Yuji who was stubbornly refusing to speak. So that was it. . .Yuji took the place Akira might have had to secure Kano's compliance. Ito rolled his eyes, mentally begging the universe to shoot him if he was ever so stupidly in love with anyone as Yuji was.
"Like I said before cupcake. No visiting that prick De Sal alone. I don't care if he offers you Broadway, I go with you! His price is too fucking high as you can see. Maybe you're a bit smarter than the kid here." Ito glared one last time at Yuji and then busied himself with his morning e-mails.
Yuji glared at the voice filtering in through his door. How thank you damnit! Yuji thought in a pissed off manner. But nooooo that was too easy for Akira. Aside from that Yuji wondered just what Akira thought the entertainment world was? If it hadn't been Yuji, then Akira would have probably been playing "demented doctor" with Kano last night. And for thanks he was still scolding? Yuji mouthed soundless filthy words at the door. When Yuji had counted to a hundred in Japanese and was sure he was going to be able to hold his temper he finally open the door, and breezed past Akira with a mumbled good morning. Yuji was in all black right down to shades and leather jacket. Everything loose fit, so no one would see all the padding he had done in places to cushion his injuries.
Ito was waiting for them impatiently in the lobby. Yuji looked the part of the crisp rock star, but Ito wasn't fooled for a second. After a quick gruff "g'morning" to Akira, Ito watched Yuji in front of him with a practiced eye. He could see the slight limping, and the way Yuji got in the car with a contortion act that any circus performer would have been proud in order to keep his ass from any seat contact. Ito ground his teeth and waited until the silent towncar pulled off before he struck.
Wristbands? Seriously? Yuji must have thought Ito was an idiot. All this clothing on a man who usually barely wanted his t-shirt on. . . Ito grabbed Yuji's forearm above the wrist, and jumped himself when Yuji yelpped like a whipped puppy, complete with hoarseness. He yanked up the wristband on purpose and the bandage by by accident. The raw red crosscutting lines with blood still drying between them was enough to make Ito want to simultaneously slap Yuji, vomit, and kill Kano.
"You fucking proud of that kid? Did it feel good letting that sick bastard do that to you? What the hell is wrong with you!" Ito was red in the face, even though his voice was more hissing whisper than scream!
"Drop it Ito!" Yuji mumbled staring out the window. He yanked the bandage and wristband back into place. Ito just shook his head. Yuji had done idiot things before but he thought the kid had learned long ago Kano was not the usual low-level nut job. He was really a predatory freak, a power hungry creep-o that according to Ito's research last night could not get his little useless wiener up unless he was power tripping on some brutal sadist crap and a bus load of nose candy! What was the kid thinking?! Then Ito's eyes fell on Akira sitting primly across from him and next to Yuji who was stubbornly refusing to speak. So that was it. . .Yuji took the place Akira might have had to secure Kano's compliance. Ito rolled his eyes, mentally begging the universe to shoot him if he was ever so stupidly in love with anyone as Yuji was.
"Like I said before cupcake. No visiting that prick De Sal alone. I don't care if he offers you Broadway, I go with you! His price is too fucking high as you can see. Maybe you're a bit smarter than the kid here." Ito glared one last time at Yuji and then busied himself with his morning e-mails.