In the stillness of the night

Title: In the stillness of the night
Pairing: Yamashita Tomohisa and Horikita Maki

In the kitchen you pour another cup of coffee and shrug the feeling of someone watching your every move. The old table cloth creases as your cup touch the soft pink material and you feel ill at ease. You check your phone for any messages and let out a sharp breath as you see nothing but the image of the spring cherry blossoms you usually use as wallpaper.

The heat of the coffee scalds your tongue as you take a sip and somewhere you hear the twelve tick tocks of an old grandfather clock announcing the stroke of midnight. Your skin feels the change in atmosphere as the once warm temperature turns cold and the area surrounding you almost freezes to a zero. You let out a soft huff and marveled at the smoky icy air you see. You automatically wrapped your arms around yourself in a feeble attempt to combat the sudden barrage of cold wind that invades your home.

The eerie sound he creates as he approaches makes your spine tingle and you watch as he glides on your living room floor, his feet barely touching the pale white carpet covering the ground. From your position you see nothing but a white figure clothed in a dark garment designed to make him more mysterious than he already is.

You stand still as if hypnotized as he calmly raises your chin and delivers his usual kiss which always feels like sandpaper. Your senses go overtime and yet you still cannot taste him, his body still feels like a solid rock which cannot be broken or scratched. You are irritated and you want nothing more than to press yourself against his cold body and make him feel the steady blaze of blind heat he elicits from you. Blood rushes through your head and makes you dizzy, his tongue finds its way inside your mouth and it feels coarse and wild and rough and you know you are the only one who feels that way.

He releases you and his eyes are the color of warm sunshine but you’re aware that it is nothing but a mere illusion he crafts to make you feel at ease around him. You are not comforted, you want him, the real him. Not this false imagery he portrays whenever he is around you. Your eyes pleads, I want to be like you. Make me be like you.

He shakes his head no and you know he’s giving you the same excuse he’s always given. I don’t want you to be like me, my world is far different than what you are used to.

You feel angry, helpless, how can you be together forever when he insists on you living in the colors of bright sunshine while he slowly wilts in the shadows of darkness?

Tomohisa, please. You hear yourself whisper as your fingers caress his oddly smooth cheek and you smile sadly as he takes your palm and places it on his chest, where his heart is supposed to be. You hear nothing. Not one beat, your gaze falls on his neck where the veins do not show and you wonder how someone with no pulse can love so deeply that it consumes your entire being.

He smirks as he follows your line of vision, you won’t find anything there, he says as he drops an all too familiar kiss on the crown of your head. Two of his fingers slowly touch the racing pulse below your right ear and your lips opens in a silent scream as he lowers his head and his sharp teeth penetrates the sensitive skin on your neck. You close your eyes as you feel the drops of warm blood drip from the open wound and you enclose your arms around him, refusing to let go.

Maki. He calls your name brokenly; you’re too good for me. You whimper in reply and before you know it, he is gone and you are left alone in your quiet apartment with your arms wrapped around yourself. You are vaguely aware that in the few minutes he was there, he left no trace of any kind. You collapse on the wooden floor of your kitchen and cry silently to yourself because you know you will never see him again.

Outside the wind settles down as the young man silently takes his leave. His tongue lick the blood off his cherry lips and while he knows that he can never hear it again, he still places his right hand on his left chest and pretends that the dull ache he feels is the breaking of his own heart.

Fic bribes?

TOMAPI:

“Hey! Let go!” a newly debuted Yamashita Tomohisa laughed at his best friend, whose hug he enthusiastically returned.

“Iyada!” Toma answered, squeezing tighter. “I haven’t properly seen you in months!”

“Will you please cut the gayness?” Matsumoto Jun glared at them, “You’re making me lose my lunch.” He added as he closed his bento and pushed it away.

His seatmate laughed as he pulled Yamapi to sit next to him. “Leave them alone,” Tackey ruffled Pi’s hair. “They missed each other.” He grinned at Toma, “You guys are always so cute at whatever age.”

Toma laughed as Yamapi took a shrimp from his plate and started stuffing himself. “At least we’re still friends.”

“Eh? We’ll always be friends.” His best friend declared, mouth full of food. “Won’t we?”

“Of course Tomopi!” Toma leaned forward playfully, intending to air kiss Yamapi’s cheek when the guy chose that moment to face him.

“OI!” Jun practically screeched while Tackey looked amused. “Stop being disgusting and disturbing!”

Pi stuck his tongue out at the ARASHI member and continued eating as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened. “It’s okay.” He smiled at the sputtering, incoherent Toma.

YAMAKI:

Yamapi flicked her forehead.

"Ow!" Maki smacked his arm.

He smiled. "Cute." 

She rolled her eyes, "Don't you have anything better to do?" 

Pi pulled her closer to him, "Let's go out on a date." 

RANDOM:

Dr. Aizawa sat down on one of the cafeteria chairs and started on his lunch. The new hospital he was assigned at was understaffed and so far, he already performed 4 surgeries. He had 3 more to do before the day ends. 

"You dropped this." A formal girl approached him and handed over his ID. Her namecard says Yoshikawa Tsurara. 

"Arigatou." He watched the girl leave before he realized why she looked so familiar. A lawyer. The girl is a famous lawyer who specializes in cases involving swindling. He continued eating. 

You're Aizawa right?" A red-head attendant asked him, "My name is Ishizue Ryosuke, i'm supposed to take you to the 6th floor operating room, you can wait here while I fetch Dr. Asou Haruto, he's the specialist." 

Aizawa sighed and finished his lunch. 

YAMAKI FANFICTION: Episode 2

They stared at each other while her parents look on. 

He smirked at her. "Well, hello again. So when do you want to get married?" 

"How unromantic." Maki raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows. "I heartily decline."

Her mother let out a  little laugh, "Now, now, Maki-chan, really, we talked about this. How about next month? It's christmas and --"

"I said, I decline." She stood up and made an action to leave. His smooth voice stopped her. 

"Whether you accept or decline does not matter, your parents have accepted my proposition and frankly, I own you now." His smile mocked her. "Unless of course, you want you and your parents to be out of business and living in the streets within the next 24 hours?" 

She blinked at him. "What?" her head turned to face her father, "What?" 

Horikita Saotome met her daughter's eyes. "Yamashita-san now owns the company. Your mother---That is...We..we borrowed money from him to save the company from bankruptcy but we weren't able to pay it."

"I don't understand! What has this have to do with me?! I don't need the company! I can live on my own! And surely you have enough money to last you a lifetime?!" She asked her mother. Aghast. 

Her groom to be laughed, "No. They don't. Why do you think they pawned you to me?" He winked at her, his face laughing, but his eyes, colder than snow. He stood up from his chair and tilted her chin up to face him.  "Your family is poor now. Your dad won't stop gambling and your mother cares more about what society thinks more than she cares about you. So suck it up and choose a wedding date princess. We are getting married."

"Yamashita-san!" Maki's mother voiced out, "That is not true, I care about my daugh--"

"Stop." Her father interrupted and faced the young tycoon. "We'll leave you two to talk." He bowed and dragged his wife outside, closing the door behind him. 

She pushed his hands away from her face and sat down on the sofa, "I won't marry you. You asshole, i'd sooner fuck your lover." 

Maki saw his eyebrow raise, "Interesting...I have a lover? Pray tell, inform me about her, i'd love to know my taste in women."

"In men, you mean." 

"Men?" 

She was not prepared for the next scene. The so-called young tycoon opened his mouth and let out a booming laugh. His eyes crinkled at the corners and his face looked younger, healthier....

He looked beautiful, Maki couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. He had the reddest lips she had ever seen in a man. 

"My relationship with Toma is of no concern of yours but since you're going to be my wife. Expect to see him in the odd moments of the day."

"Are you deaf?! I said I won't marry you!" She shouted at him, "I will not! I won't! I don't care if we go bankrupt, I can fend for myself! No once can force me to marry you!"

Yamashita sighed mockingly, "So young and so selfish. Did you once even think about your parents? Your mother will lose all her friends, your father, his business partners. Where will they go? What will they do? Both of them are used to the rich, easy life. What will happen to you? Barely out of college and nowhere to go? Sooner of later you're going to end up using your body to support yourself. Would you really want that?" 

"I can work! People will hire me! I'm sure my parents have benefits and can live on their own."

He tskd' and gathered his coat. "Stop being silly dear, I think you're misunderstanding the situation. Your parents owe me money, they can't pay and even when they used the company as collateral, it isn't worth much." 

Maki eyed him warily as he leaned down and whispered, "That's why your mother sold you. She accepted money for it. A large amount, if I may add. If you as much as run out on our wedding, I will hunt your family down and you can be sure all of you will suffer the consequences of my wrath."

She stared shocked at the cold, unfamiliar face looming before her. 

He moved forward and pressed a surprisingly warm kiss on her frozen lips. 

"Sleep tight Maki-chan."

Was the last thing she remember him say.