Izumi and Nakayama are together after getting the loan collections, walking along the bustling street, passing for the norm. Izumi looks to his left then his right then remarks, “Nakama, there’s a lot of people around today, aren’t there. When you have an audience the best thing to do is earn money!” He rips his suit and pants off together and gathers the masses to him, harnessing their overwhelming energy and curiosity to start his showcase. Nakayama heads back to the office alone after face-palming and cursing at him many times.Takayuki is snoozing in his spinning chair with his legs on the desk and the piles of paperwork he was supposed to have completed today stacked by his feet. Nakayama purposely slams the door shut loudly. “Where’s Izumi?” He hands him the note, Takayuki reads it aloud. “Dear boss, I discovered my potential for breakdancing. I’m going to become a street performer. Sincerely, Izumi.” Torn in two and balled up, the note is tossed on the floor, Takayuki breathes
Someone’s pleading tantrum in the back of the restaurant assails the ears of the patrons. The louder the protests get, the wider the smile on Maki’s face as he continues sipping his iced tea with a blameless expression. “Manager! Please, please, pleassse~ I don’t wanna go out there.”The manager dabs at the beading drops of sweat on his forehead with a pressed white handkerchief. “Haruto-kun, we need you in the front of the house.”“I don’t wanna. He’s here again. Why does he keep showing up when I’m working? I changed my shifts just to avoid him. That's not all, look at my phone! He keeps blowing up my phone, hundreds of missed calls and text messages. Who gave him my number!?” He dabs guiltily at the faster forming drops of sweat. “I’m being stalked. Please don’t send me out there. Are you trying to make a grown man cry? Is that what you want to do?”The culpable Alpha goes on slurping his perspiring glass of iced tea. I got all day. Haruto shows himself shortly afterwards with his
Fwump. The floral print maternity dress is stomped on by one particularly miffed six months along Omega swearing enough to make a trucker blush. “Take that dress and shove it up your ass!”Tsuyoshi recoils, “You said you can’t fit in any other clothes. Does it matter that it’s a dress?” He takes his car keys from the hook to return the roomy feminine pink dress mumbling vexations, “I was trying to be considerate.”Sora and Takeo turn back to the TV to pretend that they weren’t listening in. Sora takes Takeo’s long legs off his lap and leaves his Mated Life magazine to hold his place and treads softly to the bathroom. He’s washing his hands and coloring himself the green of envy. Everyone is having babies left and right. Azu-man is acting all emotional but he has such a loving man taking care of him, you can just tell they are happy being all domestic. Me on the other hand, I’m having a serious problem. Does he not like me enough to mark me? If I keep waiting for him, I’ll be 60 and pr
Maki and Sanou are sitting on the railing dividing the street with bustling cars and the sidewalk bustling with rushing people with places to go. They have their eyes set on a woman heading their way. Maki says it again, “B.” Sanou puts forth his same answer, “A.” They go back and forth.Maki hops down from the railing, “Only one way to find out. She’s coming. Push me into her.” Sanou takes out his phone and pretends to be horsing around as she approaches, laughing too loud and not looking where they are walking to complete their act. He pushes Maki and he falls into the woman’s breasts.“Oh shit, Sannan. Stop fucking around. I’m sorry, m’am. My friend here is a goof.” Sanou tips his head apologetically, the woman says no problem and continues on her way with nothing lost as do the friends. Maki waits until she is out of sight in the opposite direction, he takes the scrunched black lace undergarment he unhooked when he fell into her and dangles it in Sanou’s face. He rubs his nose and
Spreading sunrise’s pinkish, orange, and red haloing glow, colors spread across the sky announcing the new painted across the clouds. Another beautiful morning. The grating, metallic shriek heralds the arrival of the overpopulated locomotive at the station. Amai’s mouth gapes once more as an indicative response to his early morning weariness. The large sliding doors reluctantly ease open to take on more into the densely crowded moving machine’s amalgam of frail elderly awoken earliest at dawn for ideal seats, their own self-entitled thrones for a life long lived; posh businessmen in high-class three-piece suits and expensive designer brand shoes; and the lowest on the morning train hierarchy- drowsy, noisy, gossipy high school teens wearing faces as expressionless as corpses burdened en route for their prisons of chairs and desks.The train takes a plunge, and accelerates on its bound course of rusting steel. It rocks back and forth with its relentless whining and groaning as if it t
A breezy and sunny morning in April’s spring. The aroma of the cherry blossoms is in the air and the sounds of high school students returning to school or starting school proliferate the air. Kobayashi Takeo and Tsuyoshi Sen, childhood friends and members of a non-violent yakuza group centered in Osaka are chasing down rivals from another yakuza group dealing on their turf on this spring morning. Being the youngest members, they are at the mercy of their senpai and brow-beaten to do the group’s menial labor. Kobayashi collides into a person as he turns the corner, his running momentum knocking over this small and delicate figure.He finds himself laying on top of the most beautiful person he has ever seen in all his life. Jade pale skin, rouge red lips, chestnut brown hair, and green eyes. An Omega? He lays there on top of him mesmerized, his heart thundering inside his chest. Time stops. He doesn’t notice his friend Tsuyoshi stop behind him, perplexed as to why he’s remaining on top
Kobayashi walks into the two bedroom bachelor pad provided by the group that he shares with his childhood friend of 10 years Tsuyoshi Sen with an abnormally large grin plastered on his face. Tsuyoshi was already back from reporting to the boss. While he did feel bad about abandoning his friend to report alone for letting those rivals get away, he couldn’t help feeling like he was flying high, his heart leaping and his body light.“So, loverboy, you have a pretty stupid grin on that face of yours. Got yourself a date with that Cutie-chan, huh? You even abandoned me in the blink of an eye, what a horrible person!”Kobayashi regains his senses and registers what was said to him, “Sorry, Sen,” though the smile does not disappear from his face.“You aren’t even sorry, you dumbass.” He kicks the back of his knee in playfully.“I’ll treat you next time.”“Damn right you better. Kashira chewed my ass out for an hour and I even had to lie to cover for your ass while you were walking Cutie-chan
One week after the first date, Takeo and Tsuyoshi are at the headquarters. They are assembled in two neat stretching rows along with their other sworn brothers, standing straight and poised ready to greet the Kashira when he returns.The Kashira’s black car pulls up in the driveway and all the members prepare themselves.“Welcome back, Kashira!” The Kashira bows quickly as he passes the neatly arrayed rows of members and proceeds to enter the office when as he is passing by, Takeo’s phone rings.“Oh, shit!! I forgot to turn off my phone! And right in front of Kashira, too! I’m so fucked!!!”His phone keeps ringing, all the members stare at him and the Kashira is standing in front of him, amazed at whoever dared to not turn off his personal cell phone in the middle of work.Tsuyoshi looks at his friend with a pitiful look in his eyes but also attempts to hold in his upcoming laughing fit.Kashira orders, “Who could be calling you at this time!? Answer your damn phone and put it on spea