Author: O.Y.F.Inc PM
In the tumultuous times of the Toutoh Empire, there are two individuals, drawn together by seemingly bizarre means... and, no matter how unethical their love is in society, neither crime or law will stop them... Shouta/UsakiRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Usaki T. & Shouta M. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 13,903 - Reviews: 28 - Favs: 21 - Follows: 26 - Updated: 06-28-10 - Published: 10-18-08 - id: 4604054
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This is my first chapter, of my first story, as a part of O.Y.F.Inc.
The name of this story is: Bunny, Bunny
Fandom: DOLLS by Naked Ape
Pairing: Mikoshiba ShoutaxToudou Usaki; given name last
An author's note will be attached to the beginning and end of each chapter. For any additional information, please do not hesitate to review or PM O.Y.F.Inc. I will respond ASAP.
Let the madness begin.
The glass doors slid open cautiously, silently. Leather soles clacked against the marble floor of the hollow building, the few inhabitants nodding politely as the man whisked by.
However, this man was not a man by his choice. He was only twenty years old. No, not even. He had turned nineteen half a year ago. And yet, the face of unfeeling nothing, the emotionless mask, so perfectly tailored, appeared to be so much older than he truly was. Not particularly tall, he had blonde hair (contradictory to his heritage) messily, carelessly framing soulless grey eyes. The plain, silver, frameless glasses did nothing to the appearance of his face, except to correct his vision. His hands were large and capable, hands that had tested many guns and weapons as was fit for his line of duty.
When he entered this job, he was eighteen. He had trained for nearly a year, but graduated early and was accepted into the most renowned division in this particular career—Brigade I. But however spectacular this boy sounded, his name was simply Toudou Usaki. His classmates knew him as the Talented Boy—they had nothing else to call him by. His personality was devoid of originality. Toudou was handsome, yes, but his blank expression and detached aura was undesirable—thus he was reduced to the status not much different from a porcelain doll; something beautiful to look at but nothing you should ever touch.
Usaki's face had settled into a somewhat distracted look. It was an improvement for him, he who did not smile and was always about business. As he walked further and further back into the confines of the building, the surrounding area changed from grand to comfortable to plain. What was marble was now carpet, worn by the many pairs of shoes that walked upon it each and every day. Its simple matte pattern was fitting for the plaster surroundings, with plain wooden doors inset in the walls. Toudou scanned each door as he passed, looking for a certain one that was no different from the rest. Finally finding what he was looking for, he knocked three times and opened the door.
"Usagi-kun! You're late!" A bright, chirpy voice bounced at him.
"…It's Usaki. I'm not a rabbit."
"Hey, Usagi. Old man almost started the report without you!" A kind, masculine voice chided. Usaki turned to the man in the chair and bowed; a proper sign of apology.
"I apologize for my tardiness. I will do my best to prevent it from happening—" The man with the kind voice interrupted his recitation with a laugh, while the head sighed, sinking back into the armchair.
"It's only two minutes, Usagi! And it's like this every Tuesday—we know by now." Usaki frowned slightly.
"Do I really come late regularly like that? I apologize, Captain Mikoshiba." Mikoshiba Shouta, his dark, straight hair sifting in front of his eyes, stood with a grin.
"Ah-h. I don't get an apology?" The man with the chirpy voice asked. Shikibu Seiju was such an effeminate and affectionate person; it was surprising that he stayed in this line of work at all. He was often mistaken for a woman with his long, dark hair and feminine voice.
"Ah…I'm sorry, Shikibu-san."
"Let us start the report…"
Once the meeting was over and done with, and the report had been properly turned in and analyzed, Usaki stood in the plain, boring hallway, debating as to where he should go. It didn't take him long to decide to visit his brother—Iori.
Iori. Iori. He was Usaki's twin, the very essence of his happiness and emotions. What Iori felt, Usaki felt. But now that Iori was stuck in a perpetual dream-state…
They both felt nothing.
Usaki weaved through the crowd, the waves of people sweeping upon him in rushes and bursts. He was pushed pass the hospital, to his…dismay?...and found himself at the subway. There was no way he could push himself back to the hospital.
On the platform, he saw a familiar head of dark, straight hair. Another figure, all 5'2" was next to the towering figure.
Inspector Hasui Tamao, the very irksome police investigator—one who always got in the way of their job. Short, loud and demanding, like a Chihuahua.
"But Shou-chan! You said that we could go shopping today! Because my other favorite cup has a crack in it!"
"…I never said that. And how many favorite cups do you have?" Usaki watched, bemused, perhaps, at their teasing and…at the Captain's outstanding ability to blend in. As the train pulled in, the wind whizzed by the bystanders, blowing Usaki's blonde hair into his face. He boarded the train, along with Inspector Hasui and the Captain, knowing full well that they lived only a street away from him and got off on the same stop. It would be a lengthy hour-long ride—he did his best to morph into what was the contemporary teenager; trademark slouch, a natural scowl, ear buds plugged in rebelliously. But his routine was spoiled—most probably because he was on the subway on Tuesday at 6:00 PM, instead of 8:00 PM.
"Hey, you." Usaki looked up to a finger pointed rudely at his nose. "Can you move? We usually sit here."
Did he just hear the inspector right? Was he honestly getting defensive over 'usual seats'? Yes, he looked like a convincing delinquent, but…
"…I—" Shouta, behind Hasui, shook his head and put his hand in a 'stay' signal.
"…Is that you, Kenji? Don't you ride this subway often?" Shouta asked Usaki.
"Ah…Cap—Mikoshiba-san…yeah, I do…" Usaki answered, carefully, tentatively.
"Usually you aren't here on Tuesdays, at least, at this time. Doesn't the boss keep you later?" A casual, open question. It was like an improvisation act—risky and requiring a lot of personality.
"Ah…Mi…koshiba-san. You didn't…hear? I was fired." Shouta, looking pleased at Usaki's unusual response, quickly drew his face into a perplexed frown.
"Oh, Tama-chan," Usaki looked away, embarrassed, at the nickname. "You've heard about all those lay offs? Horrible, really…I have no idea what the government will think of next…What on earth are they spending our money on?"
"…Well, I don't know. Even those in the force don't know. Ugh, I bet they're spending it all on the Tokkei…" The petite man growled. Usaki and Shouta both felt a shiver crawl up their spines.
"Sorry, Mikoshiba-san and…"
"You can call me Tamao."
"Tamao-san. I'll move if you like." Hasui was about to say something, until Shouta cut him off quickly.
"It's fine. We can sit across from you—we don't discuss important stuff anyway."
That statement was a command. Hasui, don't talk about it. Usaki, you're a boy; a stupid, willing boy who doesn't like to disappoint. So don't disappoint me.
The rest of the ride was filled with idle chatter mostly on Hasui's part and discomfited silences. Soon, they reached their stop and split ways silently at 7:01 PM.
I bow to you, reader, as I am very pleased to see that you have completed this very first chapter of mine, on the very first story, Bunny, Bunny. You make me feel terribly accomplished as you finish this piece, and I thank you for your tolerance and indulgence in this one particle among giants.
Treat me well, and I will do my best to fufill your dreams.
Again, an author's note will be attatched to the beginning and end of each chapter, and for any suggestions or questions, please do not hesitate to review or PM O.Y.F.Inc. I will get to you ASAP.
Thank you, again, for your indulgence.