Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Interesting Encounter ❯ Introduction ( Prologue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Serena1985 
I spaced it out a bit more so tell me if this is better k. Hope you like the story and hope its easier to understand. Well looking forward to your reviews so later.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.21.2006 | Updated On: 07.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 402 | Status: Work In Progress
I spaced it out a bit more so tell me if this is better k. Hope you like the story and hope its easier to understand. Well looking forward to your reviews so later.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.21.2006 | Updated On: 07.23.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 402 | Status: Work In Progress
Well this is it my first attempt at Yaoi. Hope I don’t stink but if I do let me know so that I can try something else. I love to write but people have gotta love it. I was wondering if maybe my story was too hard to read so tell me if this is a little better k.
Summary: (Well I suck at Summaries but I’ll try.) Akira had been made fun of because of the way he looked almost his entire life. Suddenly in college and one of the youngest too no less what will he do when he’s followed into the bathroom one night. . .
Akira Takahashi listened to the pound of his heart in his ears as he sat on stage with his fellow orchestra members as the college auditorium filled up slowly. As he watched all the people take their seats he felt the rich, caramel of his complexion heat as a flush swept across his cheeks. How was he ever going to preform his solo with all those people watching him. As his tail of platinum blonde hair that fell to his waist and was habitually kept up in a ponytail slithered over his shoulder he brushed it back absently before sweeping the bangs that fell down to the tip of his nose out of his eyes. He could do this he told himself as long, thick platinum lashes swept down to cover dark, almost violet blue eyes while he breathed deeply and mentally reassured himself. When he opened those beautiful eyes once more he felt a little better and was able to relax the muscles in his six foot frame one fraction at a time. The band director began reciting the play list to the audience and Akira was relived a little more to hear that his solo would be the last piece of the night. Thanking God and the director for allowing his solo to be last he reached down opening his violin case to grab his glasses as well as his rosin stone to give his bow one last polishing before the show began. Just as he put his rosin away the director turned and lifted his baton. Everyone rose to their feet and lifted their instruments into position. The concert proceeded and unfortunately too soon for Akira ended smoothly. As the director announced his solo Akira put his glasses away and taking only his violin moved through the throng of his fellow members to the front of the stage. His heart began beating again and his cheeks on a face more beautiful than handsome flared to life with a violent heat. Thinking in disgust that he looked more like a blushing bride rather than a talented male violinist he got himself under control and lifted his instrument. His eyes swept over the audience just as the lighting on the stage narrowed to a slender beam that illuminated only him. As everyone stared up at him from their seats he closed his eyes and began playing The Devil’s Trill. It was a complicated piece to say the least and many professional violinists struggled with it. But as Akira poured himself into his instrument and he heard only the music in his ears he played it perfectly. As he reached the most difficult part of the piece and to his own mind the most heart-wrenchingly beautiful tears poured unchecked from his eyes. Only when he finished and the last note hung on the still air was he aware that tears were on his face. While the audience clapped uproariously and screamed for an encore he transferred his bow to the hand with his violin before sweeping them both behind him in a bow that left one hand free to wipe his face. Once he was sure he was devoid of tears he straightened smiling politely as the director walked up to stand beside him a face surprisingly wet with tears. As the light brightened to include the entire orchestra he bowed once more with the director beside him. Once they straightened he was free to go back to his seat and put away his instrument as the other orchestra members who’d already put their instruments away and the audience began filing out.
“Well the final concert is over,” said a happy voice behind him. After closing his case Akira looked up at his friend Samantha who was a flute player and smiled.
“Yes thank God,” Akira said in a soft, musical voice that echoed his violin, “now maybe I can get some serious studying in.”
“Oh yeah right,” Samantha said giving her sunny blonde hair which she’d cut to just passed her shoulders a flip to put it back behind her. Her moss green eyes which were framed by thick blonde lashes glinted mischievously. “Everyone knows you don’t study,” she pointed out in cheerful voice, “for some reason you just do the assigned work and ace the tests as always.”
“I do not,” Akira replied in a slightly reproachful tone, “even I have to study for some things.”
“Like what,” Samantha prompted raising perfectly plucked eyebrows at him. Suddenly Akira gave her a smooth smile as he stood up and leaned over to compensate for the seven inches of height between them.
“Like anatomy,” he whispered seductively, “care to help me study.” Samantha rolled her eyes smirking at him.
“Yeah right,” she said laughing softly, “everyone also knows that the only anatomy you study is that of your violin.”
“Oh come on that’s just not true,” Akira muttered as they walked to the edge of the stage and he jumped off before turning around and helping her down, “even I have urges.” Samantha giggled softly as they walked up the aisle of the auditorium.
“I don’t know,” she said as more giggling fell from he lips, “I don’t think I could date a guy who’s more beautiful than me.” Akira growled in mock threat though he really was a bit grumpy about his girlish face. He’d worked hard at martial arts since he was younger and his body was all muscle with broad shoulders. He could even boast a perfect cobblestone eight pack but he mused his face would probably always get in the way.
“Maybe I should cut my hair,” he said as the long tail slithered over his shoulder only to be flicked back by his free hand.
“Do you want to send me to an early grave,” Samantha retorted, “seriously don’t joke around like that I love your hair. Hell damn near all the girls on campus adore your hair,” she said still a little peeved as they walked out into the cool night air.
“Yeah I can agree with that,” Akira said laughing, “but a lot of the guys give me grief over it. I swear if having a girly face weren’t bad enough couple it with long, soft, platinum blonde hair and bangs and you get more gay jokes than any straight guy should ever have to endure.” Samantha gave his hair a tug.
“Maybe,” she said before grinning mischievously, “but when girls see your body you don’t hear them saying stuff like that do you.”
“Well now that you mention it,” Akira said pretending to be conceited.
“Oh knock it off,” she said rolling her eyes as they stopped at the entrance to the girls dormitories, “I swear sometimes you’re all ego Ki-Chan.”
“Stop calling me Ki-Chan,” Akira muttered smirking at her, “that really does make me sound gay. If you’re gonna put your Japanese major to work and you don’t want to insult me in my own language then how about you call me Aki-Kun.”
“I’ll think about it,” Samantha said grinning before she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and slipped inside the door of the dorm.
“Yeah right,” Akira muttered as he continued walking on the way to the boy’s dorm, “she’ll keep calling me Ki-Chan just to bug me. Oh well he muttered as he heard something and looked up. A small circle of guys stood under a tree just in front of the boys dormitories smoking cigarets. This was the fourth time in two months he thought as he continued past them hoping they didn’t feel in the mood for a fight tonight. Surprisingly none of them moved just called insults and watched him as he passed.
“Hey everybody watch your ass Akira is just entering the building,” he heard a deep voice call loudly. As the other guys in the group laughed raucously Akira rolled his eyes and walked through the door of the boys dormitory. He moved quickly through the dark halls making it to his room before he unlocked it and went in locking and shutting it behind him. Once his violin was carefully placed in a corner of the room by the foot of his bed he whirled quickly and socked the wall in anger. Sighing when he noticed fine lines in the paint he shook his head and headed for his dresser to grab some clothes. Taking them and his key he left locking the door behind him again before walking down the hall toward the showers. After finding a shower he carefully turned on the hot water and then turned around opening a locker in front of the stall. Placing his clean clothes, towel, slippers, sundries, and keys on the top shelf he stripped off and threw the dirty garments on the bottom along with his shoes. When the locker was shut he turned slipping carefully into the hot shower taking his soap, towel, shampoo, and conditioner, and his toothbrush and toothpaste with him, turning on the cold water to balance out the temperature. Once the degree of the water felt right he tossed his stuff to the floor sweeping it to the side with his foot before he stepped under the spray. Remembering his scrunchie was still in his hair he cursed himself for forgetting to take it out. Pulling the now wet scrunchie out of his hair he transferred it to his wrist before leaning into the spray once more with his head down while bracing his palms against the wall. He heard it then, talking outside the shower room that was coming steadily closer and sounded a lot like the guys that had taunted him outside. Quickly he turned off the shower spray standing far away from the curtain so that he was huddled in the corner just as the door to the room opened.
“Are you sure you saw him come in here?” One of the male voices said.
“Yeah I saw him walk down here with his clothes,” said someone else whose voice didn’t fit with those who had been outside. So there had to be five Akira thought to himself as he shivered lightly in the cool air. He had to get out of here, but how.
“Well if he came in here he’s probably still here so let’s just spread out and look,” said the voice that had asked if he was really in the shower room. Akira listened as they split up and began twitching aside shower curtains in their pursuit. As his heart beat painfully in his chest he tried to think of something anything that would get him out of this besides a fight. He could beat them sure, that wasn’t the problem. No the problem was he had already put two guys in the hospital this month and he didn’t think the school disciplinary board would be so understanding if he sent five more. Fuck! What the hell was he supposed to do just get beat up for having no control over his genetics. As he listened to footsteps moving closer to him he shoved away the fact that this could mean expulsion from school and stood ready just as the shower curtain was moved aside.
Summary: (Well I suck at Summaries but I’ll try.) Akira had been made fun of because of the way he looked almost his entire life. Suddenly in college and one of the youngest too no less what will he do when he’s followed into the bathroom one night. . .
Akira Takahashi listened to the pound of his heart in his ears as he sat on stage with his fellow orchestra members as the college auditorium filled up slowly. As he watched all the people take their seats he felt the rich, caramel of his complexion heat as a flush swept across his cheeks. How was he ever going to preform his solo with all those people watching him. As his tail of platinum blonde hair that fell to his waist and was habitually kept up in a ponytail slithered over his shoulder he brushed it back absently before sweeping the bangs that fell down to the tip of his nose out of his eyes. He could do this he told himself as long, thick platinum lashes swept down to cover dark, almost violet blue eyes while he breathed deeply and mentally reassured himself. When he opened those beautiful eyes once more he felt a little better and was able to relax the muscles in his six foot frame one fraction at a time. The band director began reciting the play list to the audience and Akira was relived a little more to hear that his solo would be the last piece of the night. Thanking God and the director for allowing his solo to be last he reached down opening his violin case to grab his glasses as well as his rosin stone to give his bow one last polishing before the show began. Just as he put his rosin away the director turned and lifted his baton. Everyone rose to their feet and lifted their instruments into position. The concert proceeded and unfortunately too soon for Akira ended smoothly. As the director announced his solo Akira put his glasses away and taking only his violin moved through the throng of his fellow members to the front of the stage. His heart began beating again and his cheeks on a face more beautiful than handsome flared to life with a violent heat. Thinking in disgust that he looked more like a blushing bride rather than a talented male violinist he got himself under control and lifted his instrument. His eyes swept over the audience just as the lighting on the stage narrowed to a slender beam that illuminated only him. As everyone stared up at him from their seats he closed his eyes and began playing The Devil’s Trill. It was a complicated piece to say the least and many professional violinists struggled with it. But as Akira poured himself into his instrument and he heard only the music in his ears he played it perfectly. As he reached the most difficult part of the piece and to his own mind the most heart-wrenchingly beautiful tears poured unchecked from his eyes. Only when he finished and the last note hung on the still air was he aware that tears were on his face. While the audience clapped uproariously and screamed for an encore he transferred his bow to the hand with his violin before sweeping them both behind him in a bow that left one hand free to wipe his face. Once he was sure he was devoid of tears he straightened smiling politely as the director walked up to stand beside him a face surprisingly wet with tears. As the light brightened to include the entire orchestra he bowed once more with the director beside him. Once they straightened he was free to go back to his seat and put away his instrument as the other orchestra members who’d already put their instruments away and the audience began filing out.
“Well the final concert is over,” said a happy voice behind him. After closing his case Akira looked up at his friend Samantha who was a flute player and smiled.
“Yes thank God,” Akira said in a soft, musical voice that echoed his violin, “now maybe I can get some serious studying in.”
“Oh yeah right,” Samantha said giving her sunny blonde hair which she’d cut to just passed her shoulders a flip to put it back behind her. Her moss green eyes which were framed by thick blonde lashes glinted mischievously. “Everyone knows you don’t study,” she pointed out in cheerful voice, “for some reason you just do the assigned work and ace the tests as always.”
“I do not,” Akira replied in a slightly reproachful tone, “even I have to study for some things.”
“Like what,” Samantha prompted raising perfectly plucked eyebrows at him. Suddenly Akira gave her a smooth smile as he stood up and leaned over to compensate for the seven inches of height between them.
“Like anatomy,” he whispered seductively, “care to help me study.” Samantha rolled her eyes smirking at him.
“Yeah right,” she said laughing softly, “everyone also knows that the only anatomy you study is that of your violin.”
“Oh come on that’s just not true,” Akira muttered as they walked to the edge of the stage and he jumped off before turning around and helping her down, “even I have urges.” Samantha giggled softly as they walked up the aisle of the auditorium.
“I don’t know,” she said as more giggling fell from he lips, “I don’t think I could date a guy who’s more beautiful than me.” Akira growled in mock threat though he really was a bit grumpy about his girlish face. He’d worked hard at martial arts since he was younger and his body was all muscle with broad shoulders. He could even boast a perfect cobblestone eight pack but he mused his face would probably always get in the way.
“Maybe I should cut my hair,” he said as the long tail slithered over his shoulder only to be flicked back by his free hand.
“Do you want to send me to an early grave,” Samantha retorted, “seriously don’t joke around like that I love your hair. Hell damn near all the girls on campus adore your hair,” she said still a little peeved as they walked out into the cool night air.
“Yeah I can agree with that,” Akira said laughing, “but a lot of the guys give me grief over it. I swear if having a girly face weren’t bad enough couple it with long, soft, platinum blonde hair and bangs and you get more gay jokes than any straight guy should ever have to endure.” Samantha gave his hair a tug.
“Maybe,” she said before grinning mischievously, “but when girls see your body you don’t hear them saying stuff like that do you.”
“Well now that you mention it,” Akira said pretending to be conceited.
“Oh knock it off,” she said rolling her eyes as they stopped at the entrance to the girls dormitories, “I swear sometimes you’re all ego Ki-Chan.”
“Stop calling me Ki-Chan,” Akira muttered smirking at her, “that really does make me sound gay. If you’re gonna put your Japanese major to work and you don’t want to insult me in my own language then how about you call me Aki-Kun.”
“I’ll think about it,” Samantha said grinning before she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and slipped inside the door of the dorm.
“Yeah right,” Akira muttered as he continued walking on the way to the boy’s dorm, “she’ll keep calling me Ki-Chan just to bug me. Oh well he muttered as he heard something and looked up. A small circle of guys stood under a tree just in front of the boys dormitories smoking cigarets. This was the fourth time in two months he thought as he continued past them hoping they didn’t feel in the mood for a fight tonight. Surprisingly none of them moved just called insults and watched him as he passed.
“Hey everybody watch your ass Akira is just entering the building,” he heard a deep voice call loudly. As the other guys in the group laughed raucously Akira rolled his eyes and walked through the door of the boys dormitory. He moved quickly through the dark halls making it to his room before he unlocked it and went in locking and shutting it behind him. Once his violin was carefully placed in a corner of the room by the foot of his bed he whirled quickly and socked the wall in anger. Sighing when he noticed fine lines in the paint he shook his head and headed for his dresser to grab some clothes. Taking them and his key he left locking the door behind him again before walking down the hall toward the showers. After finding a shower he carefully turned on the hot water and then turned around opening a locker in front of the stall. Placing his clean clothes, towel, slippers, sundries, and keys on the top shelf he stripped off and threw the dirty garments on the bottom along with his shoes. When the locker was shut he turned slipping carefully into the hot shower taking his soap, towel, shampoo, and conditioner, and his toothbrush and toothpaste with him, turning on the cold water to balance out the temperature. Once the degree of the water felt right he tossed his stuff to the floor sweeping it to the side with his foot before he stepped under the spray. Remembering his scrunchie was still in his hair he cursed himself for forgetting to take it out. Pulling the now wet scrunchie out of his hair he transferred it to his wrist before leaning into the spray once more with his head down while bracing his palms against the wall. He heard it then, talking outside the shower room that was coming steadily closer and sounded a lot like the guys that had taunted him outside. Quickly he turned off the shower spray standing far away from the curtain so that he was huddled in the corner just as the door to the room opened.
“Are you sure you saw him come in here?” One of the male voices said.
“Yeah I saw him walk down here with his clothes,” said someone else whose voice didn’t fit with those who had been outside. So there had to be five Akira thought to himself as he shivered lightly in the cool air. He had to get out of here, but how.
“Well if he came in here he’s probably still here so let’s just spread out and look,” said the voice that had asked if he was really in the shower room. Akira listened as they split up and began twitching aside shower curtains in their pursuit. As his heart beat painfully in his chest he tried to think of something anything that would get him out of this besides a fight. He could beat them sure, that wasn’t the problem. No the problem was he had already put two guys in the hospital this month and he didn’t think the school disciplinary board would be so understanding if he sent five more. Fuck! What the hell was he supposed to do just get beat up for having no control over his genetics. As he listened to footsteps moving closer to him he shoved away the fact that this could mean expulsion from school and stood ready just as the shower curtain was moved aside.