Fan Fiction ❯ Kuzuremasu ❯ Temple of Choice ( Chapter 2 )
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By: richonyx 
Yuki barrelled down the street in the tiny rental car, scaring pedestrians and pigeons alike in what Ama like to call her “wild haze of mechanical destruction.” She knew better than to speak to her when she was like this, and instead held on for dear life.
“Damn, we're going to be late.”
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 848 | Visits: 278 | Status: Completed
Yuki barrelled down the street in the tiny rental car, scaring pedestrians and pigeons alike in what Ama like to call her “wild haze of mechanical destruction.” She knew better than to speak to her when she was like this, and instead held on for dear life.
“Damn, we're going to be late.”
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Suspense | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.13.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 848 | Visits: 278 | Status: Completed
Kuzuremasu
For one man used to getting his way, life is simple before it is turned upside down by a single, defiant woman...
Chpt 2
Yuki barrelled down the street in the tiny rental car, scaring pedestrians and pigeons alike in what Ama like to call her “wild haze of mechanical destruction.” She knew better than to speak to her when she was like this, and instead held on for dear life.
“Damn, we're going to be late.”
Ama stayed silent as they took a sharp curve going fifty, counting to three before she lost her lunch all over the burgundy red dress that Yuki had insisted she wear. Damned if she cared–she just wanted to arrive in one piece. Yuki continued talking, completely oblivious to her passenger's distress.
“But it's so strange–a betrothal ceremony is so...old-fashioned. I mean, only the really wealthy and royalty even go through anything like that anymore. Maybe this guy is...I dunno... Don't you think it's a little strange?”
“Um...yeah...”
Ama clamped down on her throat as they took another curve and then crossed four lanes of traffic to make a sharp left. As a neophyte to Japan, she didn't honestly know–her company had sent her due to her proficiency in other languages, and each time she had tried to explain that Asian languages were very different from the Latin-based Romance Languages she knew so well, they just slapped he on her back and said–“Oh we know you'll do fine...”
So here she was, in the car with the obviously mentally unstable co-worker that the company had assigned to her in order to get her acclimated to living in Japan. Truth be told, she really liked Yuki, and was more than happy for the company since she missed home so terribly.
Except at times like these.
Yuki careened into one final right turn before abruptly stopping mere centimeters away from the car parked in front of them. Ama got out on wobbly legs and turned around to a shell-shocked Yuki who was in front of the car staring heavensward, mouth agape.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Ama looked up to see a massive temple that seemed to rise out of thin air, the awnings so large that they were lost in the etheral mist of the mountainside. It was odd–a castle in the middle of nowhere leading into the shrouded heavens. And beautiful–almost like a Japanese fairy tale castle. No one had to tell her that the groom was very well off–it seemed that the older the temple, the wealthier the family and if the current one jutting out of the face of a small mountain was any indication, Yuki's friend had hit the jackpot.
Damn.
Wealthy or not, there had to be at least two hundred steps up to the first floor, and Ama could tell that her pantyhose would give in by the time they reached the top step. She looked at Yuki and could tell that she was thinking the same thing, but they'd come too far to turn around now.
“Come on, Yuki. We're already late...”
***
“Shimatta!”
Suzuk o felt trapped, strained as if someone had tied a noose around his neck and tightened suddenly. He grunted towards Ryuuoko, who only sighed and helped him adjust the ceremonial garb. It felt too tight.
“The suit won't grow any, so stop jerking it.”
Suzuko glared at his friend of over twenty years, pissed that it wasn't Ryuuoko in the ceremonial garb and he adjusting the measurements. But this is what he wanted, wasn't it? What he desired–a wife and child in order to be considered “mature” enough to take over Taraki Enterprises and solidify his position as the head of the company and Taraki estate. So, an arranged marriage. Perfect, thought-out, flawless.
Love was for women and romance novels, not business or marriage.
“Fine. Let's just get this overwith.”
The doors slid open noiselessly and Suzuko stepped out like royalty, waiting as the members of both families bowed before the groom-to-beand heir to the Taraki fortune, his gaze cold and steely even as he regarded the woman whom he would marry, with whom he would spend the remainder of his life...
Suzuko felt a gust of air and the gravity of the moment was broken as the entry doors of the great hall creaked open, spilling cool outside light into the stagnant space.
Two women were standing in the doorway, and Suzuko looked up for a moment...
...a fraction of a moment...
...and saw a pair of eyes that stopped his heart cold.
For one man used to getting his way, life is simple before it is turned upside down by a single, defiant woman...
Chpt 2
Yuki barrelled down the street in the tiny rental car, scaring pedestrians and pigeons alike in what Ama like to call her “wild haze of mechanical destruction.” She knew better than to speak to her when she was like this, and instead held on for dear life.
“Damn, we're going to be late.”
Ama stayed silent as they took a sharp curve going fifty, counting to three before she lost her lunch all over the burgundy red dress that Yuki had insisted she wear. Damned if she cared–she just wanted to arrive in one piece. Yuki continued talking, completely oblivious to her passenger's distress.
“But it's so strange–a betrothal ceremony is so...old-fashioned. I mean, only the really wealthy and royalty even go through anything like that anymore. Maybe this guy is...I dunno... Don't you think it's a little strange?”
“Um...yeah...”
Ama clamped down on her throat as they took another curve and then crossed four lanes of traffic to make a sharp left. As a neophyte to Japan, she didn't honestly know–her company had sent her due to her proficiency in other languages, and each time she had tried to explain that Asian languages were very different from the Latin-based Romance Languages she knew so well, they just slapped he on her back and said–“Oh we know you'll do fine...”
So here she was, in the car with the obviously mentally unstable co-worker that the company had assigned to her in order to get her acclimated to living in Japan. Truth be told, she really liked Yuki, and was more than happy for the company since she missed home so terribly.
Except at times like these.
Yuki careened into one final right turn before abruptly stopping mere centimeters away from the car parked in front of them. Ama got out on wobbly legs and turned around to a shell-shocked Yuki who was in front of the car staring heavensward, mouth agape.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Ama looked up to see a massive temple that seemed to rise out of thin air, the awnings so large that they were lost in the etheral mist of the mountainside. It was odd–a castle in the middle of nowhere leading into the shrouded heavens. And beautiful–almost like a Japanese fairy tale castle. No one had to tell her that the groom was very well off–it seemed that the older the temple, the wealthier the family and if the current one jutting out of the face of a small mountain was any indication, Yuki's friend had hit the jackpot.
Damn.
Wealthy or not, there had to be at least two hundred steps up to the first floor, and Ama could tell that her pantyhose would give in by the time they reached the top step. She looked at Yuki and could tell that she was thinking the same thing, but they'd come too far to turn around now.
“Come on, Yuki. We're already late...”
***
“Shimatta!”
Suzuk o felt trapped, strained as if someone had tied a noose around his neck and tightened suddenly. He grunted towards Ryuuoko, who only sighed and helped him adjust the ceremonial garb. It felt too tight.
“The suit won't grow any, so stop jerking it.”
Suzuko glared at his friend of over twenty years, pissed that it wasn't Ryuuoko in the ceremonial garb and he adjusting the measurements. But this is what he wanted, wasn't it? What he desired–a wife and child in order to be considered “mature” enough to take over Taraki Enterprises and solidify his position as the head of the company and Taraki estate. So, an arranged marriage. Perfect, thought-out, flawless.
Love was for women and romance novels, not business or marriage.
“Fine. Let's just get this overwith.”
The doors slid open noiselessly and Suzuko stepped out like royalty, waiting as the members of both families bowed before the groom-to-beand heir to the Taraki fortune, his gaze cold and steely even as he regarded the woman whom he would marry, with whom he would spend the remainder of his life...
Suzuko felt a gust of air and the gravity of the moment was broken as the entry doors of the great hall creaked open, spilling cool outside light into the stagnant space.
Two women were standing in the doorway, and Suzuko looked up for a moment...
...a fraction of a moment...
...and saw a pair of eyes that stopped his heart cold.
~TBC~
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