Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Devious Visions ❯ Introductions ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

It was just another day of yet another boring memory for young Kyoto Mazuki. In appearance, one would think that the young African American/Caucasian/Japanese teen was normal, maybe a little on the beautiful side, but normal nonetheless. He was six-seven with jet black hair that fell just a little below his shoulder-blades. His eyes were slightly almond shaped and the color dying green leaves. Below his eye was a black dot with a simple squiggle below it. The rest of his face was unmarred and perfect for his blossoming career as a young model.

He as dressed in an oversized button-up with the sleeves rolled to mid forearm leaving the intricate drawing of a Chinese dragon exposed on his right arm. His slender hands were clad in a pair of black leather gloves that matched with the black cargo jeans and sneakers he wore. The outfit showed off every attribute of his physique-long toned legs, small waist, and an almost feminine shape. Mentally he applauded himself for carrying out his manager’s request for him to focus on how he portrayed himself. Outwardly, he gave the old man across his desk a mildly interested look.

Said man was in his early to mid seventies. “I’m telling you, it flew right over my head!!” He exclaimed animatedly. His arms spread high over his head imitating the movements of whatever he saw. At the same time the satellite hat on his head began to shift unsteadily from side to side. He paid the unorthodox hat no mind as he moved his body under the bright yellow heavy duty raincoat and dingy sweater he wore. The pants he wore hissed and whispered with his every move until he finally settled.
Kyo blinked once slowly staring into the man’s wild blue eyes. When he spoke, his words were a neutral tenor forever trapped in that vaguely raspy stage just after puberty. Over the years, the voice had been perfected into a seductive purr. “Well, I’ll see if I can get the Chief Editor to change her mind about your story.” He said very diplomatically.

The man nodded a little too quickly before handing the boy a stack of paper littered with his scrawl. Kyo sighed inwardly but took the offered paper with a forced smile.

“Thank ye son.” The man said and left.

Kyo watched him go absently flicking a strand of his hair back over his shoulder. Once the yellow of the man’s jacket was out of sight, he carefully tossed the stack of paper into the trash.

Veronica (Ronnie) Simmons, the Chief Editor, had already said no. The last thing he wanted to do was upset his soon to be sister in law. There was no telling what the five-eight blonde whirlwind of energy would do. It was best to leave her alone until the date of her and his twin brother’s, Kazuoma, wedding. After all, someone had to keep the family line alive and, due to his preferences, it wasn’t going to be Kyo.

The leaned back into his office chair stretching his hands up as high as they would go until the bones in his back popped. Moments later his arms and fingers followed suite. It was best to do such things at work before he went to see his manager Cheré who would go on and on about the three year contract not being anymore good because he gave himself ‘arthritis or joint disfigurement.’

A heavy sigh left Kyo’s pouting lips as he let his arms drop to his side. His hands shifted lightly inside the barrier of his gloves. A small jolt went up his arm and for a second he could smell his mother. The smell of vanilla and cinnamon bought a smile to his lips as the memory tingled over his sensitive fingertips. As a clairvoyant from birth, having such wonderful memories to fall back on was a great relief no matter how small the memory was. Another sigh left him as he began to think of how much of a clear beautiful day he would be wasting, not only at work, but at a photo shoot as well. Neither of which were being or going to be enjoyable in his opinion.

Blandly, he looked towards the clock at the front of his small office and sighed yet again. “Time never seems to go fast when you’re bored out of your mind.” He mumbled bringing his hands up to pick with his gloves a little more. Each shift triggered a memory keeping him mildly entertained.

A soft yet firm knock drew him away from his diversion. “Come in.” He called.

The door opened slowly and silently revealing the next visitor inch by inch. Kyo readied a friendly welcome only to have it freeze in his throat. He blinked….and blinked again. In the doorway stood six foot worth of wet dream. He was broad about the shoulders with a tapered waist, long legs, and strong looking hands. He was dressed in a sandy colored business suit with a silk rose colored undershirt with the top buttons undone. The teasing amount of exposed chest was enough to leave Kyo’s mouth dry.

The stranger’s skin was a perfect mocha complexion. His eyes were swirls of blue and silver over a jet black backdrop. His jet black hair was pulled back into a ponytail that reached the middle of his back.

Kyo shook himself hard and focused his gaze to the man’s face, his very nice face. “How can I help you?” He asked and winced when the question came out breathy. The man didn’t seem to notice.

“I was told to come here.” He started. His voice was a lovely baritone but careful. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge. The badge was fairly new with a picture ID just above it. His name was Micah Lowe, 21, American decent. “My department is currently investigating a homicide and I was told to come here.