Alimentazione, O Perdita Di Esso
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Category:
Gravitation › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
13
Views:
1,554
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Birth
Tohma knew he frustrated K. The American, so rash and tactless, despised how controlled the president had to have everything. Nothing could be left to chance, because then it was a variable—and variables vary. You couldn’t have that.
But the gun-toting manager let things happen as they would, trusting in his own ability to clean things up afterwards. This irked the keyboardist to no end—the “clean up” usually involved destruction of company property—and the blond would supervise the activities of the foreigner, assuring that nothing ever got really out of control. But the manager knew, he realized, and he found himself wondering what the consequences of his interference would be. The other did not like to be manipulated, even for his own protection, and he would retaliate; the only question was when.
As he waited for the backlash, gradually his focus shifted. He was no longer observing his actions; he was observing him. His interest, without his realizing it, had irrevocably shifted. One day, when he had come to help Bad Luck and found them in an uproar, his eyes met K’s; the spark of challenge wasn’t new, but the shudder, building it’s way at the nape of his neck and racing down his spine, was. His mask faltered, for only a second, but the damage was done.
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K, pondering how one would anger a man like Tohma without getting yourself killed, caught, for a second, a flicker of something heated, unnamed and indescribable that fled over his boss’ face, and his lips formed a grin as he realized that there was one other emotion Ryuichi would never have seen, and perhaps the reaction he wanted from the keyboardist wasn’t anger after all.
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AN:
Well, here’s Drabble #2, which starts at the beginning with Theme #1, Birth. I don’t think I’ll be able to do these in order…Oh well.
Tell me what you think, and the next will be up tomorrow, probably!
But the gun-toting manager let things happen as they would, trusting in his own ability to clean things up afterwards. This irked the keyboardist to no end—the “clean up” usually involved destruction of company property—and the blond would supervise the activities of the foreigner, assuring that nothing ever got really out of control. But the manager knew, he realized, and he found himself wondering what the consequences of his interference would be. The other did not like to be manipulated, even for his own protection, and he would retaliate; the only question was when.
As he waited for the backlash, gradually his focus shifted. He was no longer observing his actions; he was observing him. His interest, without his realizing it, had irrevocably shifted. One day, when he had come to help Bad Luck and found them in an uproar, his eyes met K’s; the spark of challenge wasn’t new, but the shudder, building it’s way at the nape of his neck and racing down his spine, was. His mask faltered, for only a second, but the damage was done.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
K, pondering how one would anger a man like Tohma without getting yourself killed, caught, for a second, a flicker of something heated, unnamed and indescribable that fled over his boss’ face, and his lips formed a grin as he realized that there was one other emotion Ryuichi would never have seen, and perhaps the reaction he wanted from the keyboardist wasn’t anger after all.
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AN:
Well, here’s Drabble #2, which starts at the beginning with Theme #1, Birth. I don’t think I’ll be able to do these in order…Oh well.
Tell me what you think, and the next will be up tomorrow, probably!