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Aah.. Hmm.. It's not bad. Your turn. *purposefully shoves the cake a little to the left* *laughs at the cream on his face*

Mizuki wiped the cream off his face using his thumb and gently licked it.

"Hmm... it's really good." He opened his mouth. "More."

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mun: Inbox empty. Also special thanks to amizio, who's so kind to send me PICTURES OF MIZUKI IN A SUIT AND A PURPLE TIE and damn boy he looks so good in that attire okay and I just--

Yes, shutting up now. Have a wonderful week, wonderful people! *showers you with affection*

#ooc #amizio #will probably still be here for a while #or not

Anon slinks through smoke and shadows, slipping behind Mun, grabbing her and tossing her over his shoulder. He hauled ass outside to his van, tossing her inside and tying her securely before jumping into the drivers seat and getting the freck out of there. *Mun, you have just joined the ranks of many others and been Mun-napped I hope you enjoy your stay with your fellow Muns*

mun: UNHAND ME YOU MORTAL FIEND! I demand to know where you are taking me! Mizuki! MIZUKI! (/ﾟДﾟ)/

Mizuki: Shh!

It’s always safer to remain calm and quiet in this kind of situation. Don’t oppose your captor. Now, I’ll figure out a way for us to get out of here…

mun: *sobs quietly in the background*

#obviously i have been watching too many crime shows????#ask #anonymous

The New Girl

Somehow, his hand was making her really safe as he patted. She looked up at him and smiled. Hearing his words, she nodded.

She followed behind him and took a few dresses for Hana. She walked towards her and presented the dresses. "Hana, this will look really good on you. It brings out the color of your eyes and it doesn't seem to over contrast your skin."

Hana took a good look at the dresses and exclaimed. "My! They are stunning! I'm going to try this on! Let's go! Kimiko, you're helping me." Her eyes widen and looked at Mizuki.

She was quickly pulled into the dressing room with Hana and she helped her with the sundress. She stepped out after she had changed and Hana walked out. Her friends crowded up to her and complimented the dress. Kimiko's lips curled into a small smile and sighed softly. "I wish i could wear it."

- - -

From the entrance of the shop, Mizuki watched the women gather around Hana, squealing as if they had never seen anything better. Kimiko stood a little to the side, her gaze glued to the sundress Hana was wearing. He swallowed a sigh and looked away. There was nothing he could do for her--not when they were working.

~*~

Hana decided to spend some more time with her father for dinner. Mizuki and Kimiko were dismissed for the day as Mr. Takashima's bodyguards were deemed more than enough for their protection.

As they stood at the hotel lobby, watching the Takashima's car drive away, Mizuki turned to Kimiko. Neither of them had the chance to eat anything for dinner yet.

He looked at his watch. "Do you want to go out to find something to eat, or shall we order room service?"

#submission #rainyraindrops

fortykoubuns

Not to spam all of your dashes with it — but here’s a little KaijixMizuki something something underneath the cut:

#just a little something #being a bodyguard

Yeah. I asked Subaru how to do it. I think it turned out okay. Oh.. But there's only one fork..

Mizuki gazed at the cake and then at her face, and then at the cake, and then at her face again. Then, ever so casually, he took the fork from her hand and scooped a little of the cake, offering it to her lips.

"Open your mouth... say 'ah'."

[R-18] the wedding bride (79)

Charly melted under his lusty kisses and his tender touch. She melted against his body, feeling his muscles, his smooth skin, the thin layer of sweat that spread slowly over his body as she let his member slide deeper inside her throat, as her tongue glided in gentle circles around his hard flesh.

Her moans vibrated against him as she almost lost herself again. His fingers, his tongue worked her so good, that she had a hard time to keep her thighs parted for him. Automatically her hand slid down and inside his hair, her fingers gripped gently but firmly a fistful of it, just to have a hold, a support.

Closing her eyes and letting her body fully enjoy the pleasure he was giving her, she was determined to give him just as much pleasure and started to bob her head up and down. Charly hollowed her cheeks and sucked first gently and then continuously harder on Mizuki's hard shaft. She liked how he felt inside her mouth, how she could feel his veins pulsating gently on her tongue. And lost in between all those sinful feelings, she almost didn't notice how her body grew hotter and hotter, how her legs tensed with a slight quiver and how her insides slowly started clenching around Mizuki's finger.

The orgasm hit her hard, washed with hot waves of pleasure over her, made her moan and suck him harder. It made her struggle and grip Mizuki's hair, half pushing him closer, half trying to pull him away.

- - -

He held on to her as she trembled, his lips curling into a small, satisfied smile until she relaxed against him with a pleasant sigh. Pulling out of her mouth, he got to his knees and turned around on the bed, lightly biting the soft, warm curve of her ass, pressing a line of feather-light kisses on the dip of her waist, all the way up to her shoulder.

Using his arms to brace himself up, to keep his weight from crushing her, he gently rolled her around to her back and stared down at her, affection rising in his gaze. Her hair was spread out like a fan across the sheets, her lips parted as she panted softly, her cheeks flushed. She stared back at him, never once shying away from the intensity of his gaze, her eyes glazed with desire for more.

Desire for him.

Just the thought was enough to send his blood rushing in his body, and Mizuki couldn't help but to chuckle a little, a soft, quiet sound that rippled against her skin.

"You're so... beautiful." He brushed her bangs away from her face and captured her lips for a slow, gentle kiss. "So beautiful, Charly."

His hand caressed down the side of her body and cupped her ass again, squeezing gently. "Everywhere," he murmured, his voice dipping into a hush, his erection pressing against her wet, warm folds. "Everywhere," he repeated, more softly, more huskily, and this time, looking directly into her eyes, he slid himself inside of her slowly but surely.

#submission #charlyze #mizuki fujisaki

She looked upwards and ponders for awhile. "Well, I know this good japanese restaurant. Do you want to go?" She asked and waited for his answer.

"Sure."

"I was actually feeling like Japanese earlier today. Do lead the way."

#rainy-raindrops #rainyraindrops #ask

being a bodyguard (13)

Kaiji didn’t react at all, it felt like his brain would just fail a start. Again and again. “S-sorry… ?” He was sure that he was looking quiet like a dork right now, but he must have heard wrong. Right? RIGHT?! His dark eyes shifted nervously through the room as Kaiji was still trying to get a hold of his thoughts, of any thought. Nothing. He looked back at Mizuki and couldn’t help to glance at his lips. Yes, okay, it wasn’t like Mizuki was ugly or a hairy, manly bear… But Kaiji wouldn’t just kiss a man! Even when he was drunk. Right? RIGHT?!

Then it settled. Yes, Mizuki must be making fun of him! Forcing a laugh, Kaiji turned around to the door again and his back on Mizuki. ” Yeah, sure! Haha! You almost got me, Mizuki! I admit, I was really drunk last night and the last thing I remember is, that I’ve send the geisha away and then started to drink again. But, come on…”, he turned around as he opened the door, “I’m not a fairy!”

Kaiji shook his head and tried to look confident, as hard as he could. “I would never… I mean, why… ? Pfff…”, he snorted, not sure how even to end his sentence. “Sora would be more the type to go for men, but I…”

“Hey! What are you talking?”

A bit startled Kaiji turned around and faced Sora and Subaru on their way to their own room. Sora must have heard every word judging by the way he was glaring at Kaiji right now.

“Why would I go for men?”

“That was just a joke, Sora!”, Kaiji waved it off.

“It didn’t sound like one,” Subaru butted in, loosening his tie.

“… Why are you even here? Where’s the client?” Yes, this was a good way to distract both from the incident. And maybe Mizuki, too, would forget what they had been talking about. Hell, Kaiji himself was hoping to forget what they had been talking about.

“Chief is having a talk with Ando at the moment. But you should hurry to get to your post,” Subaru said and continued to walk down the hallway after nodding greetingly at Mizuki.

Kaiji grinned as Sora stuck his tongue out and walked off, too. But whe he turned around to Mizuki, he was somehow sure, that Mizuki had not forgotten about what they had been talking about. Maybe he was just testing him? Mizuki sure had noticed how flustered and uncomfortable Kaiji had felt the whole week because of the incident with Ando.

Scratching his head awkwardly, the bodyguard sighed. “I guess, we better hurry now. I don’t want another penalty for being late. Chief is too cruel…”

- - -

Mizuki turned his head back towards Kaiji and blinked to clear his head. "Oh… yeah, you're right. We'd better go now."

As they walked to Ando's room, Mizuki scolded himself inwardly. Sometime after Sora and Subaru appeared, he had spaced out, too keen on deciphering the myriad of feelings that had flickered across his mind at Kaiji's reaction.

Most of it was relief at the fact that Kaiji had forgotten what happened between them last night, or more correctly, what he'd done to Mizuki. A kiss might just be that for many people—a kiss, just a light, playful touching of the lips, nothing more and nothing less—but when it came to him and Kaiji, Mizuki knew it wasn't quite that simple. They were partners, and more than that, they were both men! Mizuki had nothing against such inclinations, but he also harboured no illusion about the whole scene. Neither he nor Kaiji preferred men. It was just a simple fact, plain as day, and he didn't want to make something out of nothing.

It was, in the end, better that Kaiji did not remember anything at all. At least this way Mizuki could chalk it up to a momentary lapse in judgment, perhaps even a second of flickering curiosity that had better been ignored. And now it was up to him to forget that it ever happened.

~*~

Their client's itinerary today was pretty short and clear-cut.

After a lavish, delectable breakfast especially prepared by the innkeeper, Ando had scheduled a meeting with a couple of businessmen who also stayed in the inn, so most of Mizuki's shift was spent standing guard outside the meeting room with Kaiji. Occasionally Ando's secretary would come out and ask for refreshments, and one of them would go to arrange for some to be delivered. This pattern stayed until three pm, a couple of hours after lunch, when Sora and Subaru finally came to relieve them from their posts.

So yes, it was all pretty short and clear-cut. And a little bit boring.

Admittedly, most of what being a bodyguard entailed was really boring, tedious work. Mizuki had to thank his lucky stars that at least he was guarding with Kaiji and not alone, or the hours would creep by slower than a snail with no inclination to move. And that would have been more frustrating than anything else.

They returned to their room after their shift to change into something more casual and comfortable. As Mizuki waited for Kaiji to finish changing, he opened the door to the veranda and inhaled the fresh air outside. The sun was still high up in the sky, but the breeze was cool enough that it was the perfect weather to be outside. After being cooped up inside all day long, Mizuki was almost dying to go out and stretch his legs a little bit.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned to look at Kaiji, a smile on his lips. "Shall we take a walk? It's a fine day and there's not much to do here in the inn… unless there's something else you'd rather do?"

#being a bodyguard #charlyze #kaiji akizuki #mizuki fujisaki #submission

Ah.. No reason. Um.. I have a cake, do you want some? We can eat it together!

"Cake?"

"Sure! I like cakes." He placed a hand on the small of her back and led her to a table. "Did you bake it?"

#amizio #ask

"Oh, my name is Gaile. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier." Realising he is still holding her hand, her cheeks grew warm. "Erm could you let go of my hand now?"

Mizuki dropped his gaze to the hand he was still holding and chuckled a little, letting go of her hand.

"Gaile, hmm? What a nice name. What does it mean?"

#gaile32 #ask

Kanoko

Night breeze gently caressed Kanoko's face as she leaned on the balcony's fence. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling calm. Or maybe it was lightheadedness from the wine? Whichever it was, she felt like she was finally able to relax. She had spent the entire evening amicably chatting with Takeru -- about his movies, about their times in middle school, about their ex-classmates and where they were now, about many other topics -- which had successfully taken her mind off Subaru.

Her face slightly fell when the name came back to her mind again. No, she thought to herself. You should forget about it and have some fun instead.

"Thanks for coming over tonight, Takeru," she said, truly meaning it.

"No problem. Thanks for having me over," Takeru said. He stood up from the chair on the corner of the balcony and walked over to Kanoko. "Nice view."

"Yeah," she said. "Although I want to live in a high-rise apartment where I can see entire town."

"You should move to my place, then," Takeru said, a grin on his face.

"Oh, there you go again. How many women have you said that to?"

"Just you."

"I bet you tell them that too."

"Maybe," his grin grew even wider. "Or maybe not." Saying this, he raised a hand to Kanoko's face and brushed strands of brown hair to the back of her right ear. His hand moved to her chin, and in the next moment, he brought his face closer and pressed his lips against hers.

Kanoko was baffled. She hadn't expected that to happen. It all seemed surreal until she felt something warm and wet trying to pry open her lips.

She pushed him back with both hands.

"Takeru.. why?"

Takeru shrugged. "Why not?"

"Because--" Kanoko opened and closed her mouth several times, her mind racing trying to throw some reasons to him, but found none. Why not? She wasn't in a relationship -- in fact, she was looking for a company -- Takeru wasn't a stranger, they had a good time at dinner, Takeru, her, and Mizuki--

She gasped. Mizuki. Did he see that kiss? She threw a glance to her unit and found Mizuki sitting on the sofa. Good, it seems Mizuki didn't--

Takeru followed Kanoko's gaze and raised his eyebrows. "Him?" He asked her, tilting his head.

There was a brief pause before Kanoko understood what Takeru meant. "What? Oh, n-no. It's not--"

"Hey, no, it's okay, I get it. I'll be on my way now," Takeru picked his jacket up from the chair. He lifted his hand and seemed like he wanted to pat her head, but stopped. "I'm sorry… Kanoko."

And with that, he briskly walked back into her apartment unit, nodded slightly to Mizuki, and left.

Kanoko sank next to Mizuki on the sofa and groaned as she closed her eyes and massaged her temples.

- - -

His gut feeling had been right. Takeru was interested in Kanoko—and as it was, the actor had no qualms about expressing his feelings, too. Mizuki had purposefully sat a little bit far away to leave Kanoko out of his earshot, but he would have been blind to miss Takeru's kiss.

Now Mizuki lowered the newspaper he was half-reading to his lap and turned to look at Kanoko, who was burying her face in her hands. Instinctively he shifted closer to her on the couch so that their thighs were almost touching.

He had been her bodyguard for barely a week, but even in the short length of time they were together, it was becoming very obvious to him that she was going through a lot. Something almost like sympathy squeezed his heart inside of his ribcage, and he reached out and pulled her into his arms, letting her bury her face on his chest instead.

They stayed like that for a long, long time.

~*~

The next couple of days went by in a blur for Mizuki. After that night, Kanoko didn't say anything about Takeru, so he knew better than to ask about what exactly happened. Kanoko didn't say anything about Subaru, either, and especially for this one, Mizuki was all too aware of the can of worms he might open if he brought his fellow bodyguard up.

Until they found the invitations in Kanoko's mailbox, one Friday night after he picked her up from work.

There were two of them—one for him and one for Kanoko, their names scribbled on the surface of the envelope in Subaru's familiar handwriting. Mizuki Fujisaki. Kanoko Aizawa. Mizuki's heart sank when he noticed them, silver and clearly out of place in the pile of advertisements and bills that Kanoko had just placed on the dinner table.

Carefully he took the one addressed to him and plucked out the missive inside of the envelope.

The invitation was silver in colour, decorated with curls and swirls on the lefthand side. Subaru's name stood on the right-centre, embossed onto the smooth paper along with the name of his bride.

The wedding was to take place next Saturday—a little over a week—at the Grand Ballroom of a hotel. Elegant, sophisticated, and classy. It was exactly the kind of wedding Mizuki knew Subaru had fully expected himself to have.

Not a word from his lips, he slid the invitation back into the envelope and resealed it, putting it back on the table alongside the other envelopes. And then slowly he lifted his head up to look at Kanoko.

"… Are you alright?"

His voice was soft, careful, quiet. It was a silly question, but it had to be asked. Mizuki could hardly stand there and watch her battle alone with the wayward thoughts that were obviously populating the space in her mind.

#submission #amizio #mizuki fujisaki

*sneaks inside and lets loose with a smoke bomb*

He covered his mouth with a cloth and turned around to walk out of the room, banging the door behind him.

"... Must be Sora playing around with the smoke bombs again..."

#anonymous #ask

Actually... i was having a hard time finding someone who can company me going to the zoo... but... my friends are all busy so i just came here to say is it okay if you come with me in the zoo??

"The zoo?"

"Sure! When would you like to go?"

#rossetagarland #ask

Amari

Amari is sitting on her bed with her legs crossing and her schedule book on her hand when Mizuki talk to her gently. She looked up from the book on her hand and smiled at him as she pat the spot in front of her, asking him to take a sit.

“How should I start this without boring you to sleep?” Amari joked to ease the thick silence that make her uneasy and sigh. She turned the book she’s holding to the front and take out a photograph of her and Makoto on their engagement day.

“I think that’s the last one I have.” Amari said and stare at the photo, remembering every single thing that happened.

“What do you think, Mizuki? Isn’t he a good looking man? He looks so kind….I don’t even know he’s a yakuza. I’ve never even think about it before I found out.” Amari look at Mizuki straight in the eye when he nodded, asking her to continue.

“I was so shocked at first, because we’ve been dating for 2 years before we were engaged, and he never told me anything. Makoto… he, I don’t even know what he wanted from me. Surely, I know he doesn’t love me after I found him having a one night stand with my best friend… I was upset and mad, I feel betrayed and I wanted to end everything with him but he refused… he didn’t even feel sorry for what he did.” Amari continued and tears threaten to fall from her eyes. She looked at her hand and silently wiped the tears away with her thumb before it’s getting too emotional for her.

“I’m sorry about this…” she said and feel Mizuki’s hand on her shoulder. She felt a bit better at his kind gesture and smiled at him as thanks.

Still smiling, Amari continued. “Since he was not sorry and I couldn’t overcome the pain he’s caused to me, I decided to leave him and draw back my investment from his companies… and that, made him furious.” Amari saw the questioning look Mizuki gave her when she mentioned ‘his companies’. “Makoto has a legal business besides his yakuza activity, and maybe that is the reason he wanted to marry me… for the money.”

Saying the things she has realized all this time is not easy, it feels like there’s a big lump on her throat and another tears going to fall down. She doesn’t want to cry, it’ll only make her weak, but on her situation now, holding back was hard. She felt the tears roll down her face and she turn away from facing Mizuki, pretending to find the letters she has kept on her drawers.

- - -

Mizuki stayed quiet as she told her story, knowing that it would be easier for her to continue if he didn't interrupt. He could ask his questions later, when she'd finally calmed down and was in a position to actually answer. At least right now he had a vague idea of what happened—it would have to do.

As Amari searched for the letters in her drawer, Mizuki made a mental note to tell the Chief about this whole ordeal and have someone look up information about Makoto. The sooner they deal with this man, the better it would be for everyone, Amari especially.

He focused his attention back at her as she showed him the threatening letters she had received, spreading them on the bed. There were so many of them, all of them hostile and menacing, some even obsessive.

When Mizuki looked up at Amari's face, her cheeks were soaked with silent tears. Guilt crawled into his stomach and he gathered the letters into a pile, rising from the bed to shove them into his briefcase.

"I'll take a look at these for you," he murmured quietly, offering her a box of tissues and an encouraging, gentle smile. "I know you can't help but to be afraid of him, and I know this may not mean much… but you're safe here, Amari. That's what I'm here for. You don't have to be afraid anymore, so… dry your tears, won't you?"

As she sniffed and wiped her tears, he sat down next to her on the bed, the tissue box wedged between them.

~*~

A week passed without any new, significant information on Makoto's whereabouts, and then it was Saturday.

Always a morning person, Mizuki rose from the bed just before dawn, pulling up the covers and tucking them around Amari's sleeping figure before he left the room.

After washing up a little bit, Mizuki sat down in the living room and turned on the television to watch the morning news on mute as he waited for Amari to wake up. It was her day-off today and it would be good for her to rest a little bit more.

#submission #fangirling2294 #mizuki fujisaki

She lower her gaze and met with his. Her eyes blinked and asked, "really? He will?" She smiled at him brightly and held her stomach. "S-speaking of hungry... W-wanna..." Growl. Her stomach growled and her cheeks turned red. "...e-eat...?" Her voice soften as she scolded her stomach in her head. (Alrighty! Take care mun!)

Mizuki couldn't help but to laugh a little bit at the colour that had spread on her cheeks.

"Sure, let's eat. Where would you like to go?"

(( Thank you, dear. You too. :D ))

#rainyraindrops #ask

Oh, you poor thing. *hugs him* Hmm, I was looking for Subaru but I guess I could accompany you for a while. ((hehehehe I'm glad someone understands my references *jamahs you back*))

"Subaru?"

"Why are you looking for Subaru...?"

(( OHOHOHO. Kita saling menjamah. *gets shot in the face* :D ))

#amizio #ask

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