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Category:
+S to Z › Viewfinder
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,781
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Viewfinder, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Change is always happening
See First Chapter for notes and warnings
Disclaimer: All characters belongs to Yamane Sensei and I am not making any money off of this. Its all in good fun!
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Shuuri threw a fit but what could one expect from someone so materialist? It took two days to clear out Takaba’s stuff and another 5 hours to set it at his family’s home. Asami said nothing even after several offers from his men to find the photographer. He simply shrugged and ignored anything that reminded him of his ex pet. Weeks turned to months and months into a year and half. By then Asami was back in Hong Kong explaining things to Feilong and offering a business proposal. He was lonely and tired, and it showed. Two weeks later and four men dead Feilong accepted the apology and explanation and their partnership opened up a market that finally reached America.
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Asami married soon after to an actress and it hit every newspaper, as the wedding of the decade. Takaba, use to he quiet of his life almost had a heart attack when he read the article. He was now working for a modeling firm and working his way up as one of the best photographer in Japan. They said he had natural talent and an eye for lighting. All Takaba could do was bow and think of Asami. He wondered what the man was doing besides marrying. Did Feilong still hate the man or did they finally talk? Who was the Yukaura’s new pet? Did his wife know about it? It stayed in his mind constantly and after three days of no sleep he finally broke down and wrote a letter to Asami. Anyone with his connections knew where the man lived, especially since he almost moved there. Takaba never got a reply and when offered a contract in LA jumped at the chance.
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Asami smirked at the camera, eye out for Takaba even as he scolded himself for it. His wife Harumi was at his side smiling as reporters yelled out their questions to the famous actress asking if this film as harder than others. She replied and Asami followed, acting like the devoted husband. At home in his private study was a letter from Takaba that he had yet to open after months. He was content, and repeated it to himself often. Willpower was what saved him from checking up on Takaba. He did cave and read the letter.
****
LA was wonderful from the weather to the several shots he covered. Work was fun, the company who contracted him offering a new contract that would hired him for good. The actresses and actors of America found his politeness refreshing and his photos beautiful. Takaba spent free time studying new ways to photograph and becoming familiar with his subjects. He covered the MTV VMAs and met many musicians, making new contacts and expanding his field. He hardly missed Asami, even if he woke up with a wet face and puffy eyes.
****
Report in his hand Asami prepared to visit America and meet with his distributors. Feilong joined him and after saying good bye to their wives they landed in LA at dawn. A limousine wanted for them and by 8 am they were in their hotel rooms. Freshening up they had breakfast and reviewed background information on each man they were to meet. By the weeks end they were finished and the murders were well hidden. On chance the bosses tried some of the local culture and in La Dolce Vita Takaba bumped into Asami and Feilong. His business associate kept talking even after Takaba stopped and stared, as he watched Asami order a wine with Feilong making suggestions for Appetizers.
“Takaba!” George called and the photographer winced as his enemies turned and met his eyes.
“Takaba, hurry up. Jessica isn’t going to wait forever.”
Takaba turned to leave when Asami called out.
“You are not interested in seeing some old friends?”
George let go of the blonde’s arm and smiled. “I’ll meet you in the back. Go see your friends!” He happily went off leaving Takaba alone.
“It’s been a long time.” Feilong started, as the waiter hurried to clear a seat for the blonde. “Do you live here?”
Takaba hated this, he wanted to run but he just smiled at the waiter and took a seat in between the pair. He wondered if the waiter had any idea how close he was to death.
“I live here.” He said back, trying to keep cool and mature.
“I wondered when I didn’t see your name in the papers.” Asami added, leaning in his natural way toward his ex pet. “I was afraid I scared you off…”
“That you couldn’t take the heat in the underground.” Feilong picked up smirking like his partner.
“I was offered a better deal and more money here.” Takaba retorted back, sitting straighter as he tried to keep his nervousness out of this voice.
“I read your letter.”
Feilong glanced over to Asami and shrugged as the conversation led to something he didn’t know.
“I never got a reply.”
“I gave you a chance but you left.”
“I had no choice.”
Feilong stood and walked away, leaving the two in private. He wasn’t interested in the twisted game that those were playing. Instead he called his lover then his wife.
They waited until alone before bring details in.
“I’m married.” Asami said.
“I heard. Happy?” Takaba asked.
“She is okay… I* still prefer men.”
“So who is your new pet?” It was asked without anger but it made Asami glare.
”None after you. I cared.”
Takaba sat and listened, and for some reason he believed the man. “Its water under the bridge.”
Asami nodded and Takaba stood. There was nothing left to say.
After that Takaba didn’t see Asami or Feilong again. The murders that were discovered and hit the news just made the photographer laugh. He was getting older and harder besides the thought of those two in LA to kill made sense.
Takaba received a letter back from Asami though his company two weeks later. The photographer declined the offer to stay in LA permanently.
Disclaimer: All characters belongs to Yamane Sensei and I am not making any money off of this. Its all in good fun!
****
Shuuri threw a fit but what could one expect from someone so materialist? It took two days to clear out Takaba’s stuff and another 5 hours to set it at his family’s home. Asami said nothing even after several offers from his men to find the photographer. He simply shrugged and ignored anything that reminded him of his ex pet. Weeks turned to months and months into a year and half. By then Asami was back in Hong Kong explaining things to Feilong and offering a business proposal. He was lonely and tired, and it showed. Two weeks later and four men dead Feilong accepted the apology and explanation and their partnership opened up a market that finally reached America.
****
Asami married soon after to an actress and it hit every newspaper, as the wedding of the decade. Takaba, use to he quiet of his life almost had a heart attack when he read the article. He was now working for a modeling firm and working his way up as one of the best photographer in Japan. They said he had natural talent and an eye for lighting. All Takaba could do was bow and think of Asami. He wondered what the man was doing besides marrying. Did Feilong still hate the man or did they finally talk? Who was the Yukaura’s new pet? Did his wife know about it? It stayed in his mind constantly and after three days of no sleep he finally broke down and wrote a letter to Asami. Anyone with his connections knew where the man lived, especially since he almost moved there. Takaba never got a reply and when offered a contract in LA jumped at the chance.
****
Asami smirked at the camera, eye out for Takaba even as he scolded himself for it. His wife Harumi was at his side smiling as reporters yelled out their questions to the famous actress asking if this film as harder than others. She replied and Asami followed, acting like the devoted husband. At home in his private study was a letter from Takaba that he had yet to open after months. He was content, and repeated it to himself often. Willpower was what saved him from checking up on Takaba. He did cave and read the letter.
****
LA was wonderful from the weather to the several shots he covered. Work was fun, the company who contracted him offering a new contract that would hired him for good. The actresses and actors of America found his politeness refreshing and his photos beautiful. Takaba spent free time studying new ways to photograph and becoming familiar with his subjects. He covered the MTV VMAs and met many musicians, making new contacts and expanding his field. He hardly missed Asami, even if he woke up with a wet face and puffy eyes.
****
Report in his hand Asami prepared to visit America and meet with his distributors. Feilong joined him and after saying good bye to their wives they landed in LA at dawn. A limousine wanted for them and by 8 am they were in their hotel rooms. Freshening up they had breakfast and reviewed background information on each man they were to meet. By the weeks end they were finished and the murders were well hidden. On chance the bosses tried some of the local culture and in La Dolce Vita Takaba bumped into Asami and Feilong. His business associate kept talking even after Takaba stopped and stared, as he watched Asami order a wine with Feilong making suggestions for Appetizers.
“Takaba!” George called and the photographer winced as his enemies turned and met his eyes.
“Takaba, hurry up. Jessica isn’t going to wait forever.”
Takaba turned to leave when Asami called out.
“You are not interested in seeing some old friends?”
George let go of the blonde’s arm and smiled. “I’ll meet you in the back. Go see your friends!” He happily went off leaving Takaba alone.
“It’s been a long time.” Feilong started, as the waiter hurried to clear a seat for the blonde. “Do you live here?”
Takaba hated this, he wanted to run but he just smiled at the waiter and took a seat in between the pair. He wondered if the waiter had any idea how close he was to death.
“I live here.” He said back, trying to keep cool and mature.
“I wondered when I didn’t see your name in the papers.” Asami added, leaning in his natural way toward his ex pet. “I was afraid I scared you off…”
“That you couldn’t take the heat in the underground.” Feilong picked up smirking like his partner.
“I was offered a better deal and more money here.” Takaba retorted back, sitting straighter as he tried to keep his nervousness out of this voice.
“I read your letter.”
Feilong glanced over to Asami and shrugged as the conversation led to something he didn’t know.
“I never got a reply.”
“I gave you a chance but you left.”
“I had no choice.”
Feilong stood and walked away, leaving the two in private. He wasn’t interested in the twisted game that those were playing. Instead he called his lover then his wife.
They waited until alone before bring details in.
“I’m married.” Asami said.
“I heard. Happy?” Takaba asked.
“She is okay… I* still prefer men.”
“So who is your new pet?” It was asked without anger but it made Asami glare.
”None after you. I cared.”
Takaba sat and listened, and for some reason he believed the man. “Its water under the bridge.”
Asami nodded and Takaba stood. There was nothing left to say.
After that Takaba didn’t see Asami or Feilong again. The murders that were discovered and hit the news just made the photographer laugh. He was getting older and harder besides the thought of those two in LA to kill made sense.
Takaba received a letter back from Asami though his company two weeks later. The photographer declined the offer to stay in LA permanently.