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kat8chaTitle: Super Seme (Part 4)
Oishi blinked at Tezuka dumbfounded. “You’re letting me write the feature?” The feature article was important, really, really important. Oishi had never written a feature article before. Generally Oishi wrote second page articles, or side articles, but never, never a first page. Oishi flushed, feeling the pressure.
“Yes.” Tezuka gave Oishi a short nod, and Oishi knew that he was supposed to take it at that and leave. Still, Oishi… couldn’t. A feature article was a lot of responsibility. Tezuka noticed his hesitation and paused, obviously carefully considering his next words. Oishi waited with baited breath. “This article would benefit from your specific touch.”
Tezuka turned to the papers on his desk, and Oishi knew that was all Tezuka was going to say on the matter. Leaving the office Oishi sighed.
“Well?” Suddenly there was a wealthy of red hair in his vision and a kissable mouth hovering dangerously close to his own. “What’d old stoic britches say?”
“E-eiji!” Oishi hissed, glancing at the closed door and hoping Tezuka hadn’t heard that. You never knew with Tezuka. “Eiji… I’m writing the feature article.”
Eiji’s bright blue eyes appeared then, and Oishi found himself enveloped in a warm hug. “Wahoo! Awesome! Let’s go get one then!”
Oishi felt himself being tugged along by Eiji, Eiji’s arm wrapped tightly around his throat, and all eh could do was laugh.
Standing in the elevator Oishi pressed the button for the ground floor, glad Eiji had allowed him to grab his coat. Oishi didn’t feel the cold like a normal person, but it was a little chilly out and it would look strange to others if he wasn’t wearing his jacket. “There’s already a topic. You heard about Atobe’s speech today?” Eiji made a face and Oishi smiled. Of course Eiji had heard about it, with Fuji working closely with Atobe and Oshitari and no doubt coming home and complaining. Oishi had heard some complaints from Fuji himself on the rare nights Fuji stuck around for dinner with the happy couple. “Well, I’m supposed to cover that, and the article should deal with the impact of Atobe Corp becoming more prominent in Seigakuopolis. We never really covered the merger between Oshitari and Atobe, it was all very hush-hush.”
Eiji frowned angrily at the floor numbers. “I don’t see why Atobe kept that bastard Oshitari in charge. Didn’t you say he was your worst enemy?”
Oishi shrugged. “Things change.” In fact, Oshitari hadn’t masterminded any plans for… a while. Almost as long as Fuji had been in town. Oishi had wondered if something was up, possibly a secret plan that he did not know about, but eventually had decided that Oshitari had seen the error of his ways.
“So, we go, listen to Atobe’s big speech, I take pictures, you ask questions, you write the article, turn it in, and then we both go home and have a lot of sex?” Oishi choked, the elevator doors opening as soon as Eiji had finished his statement. Eiji bounced into the Daily Gaku’s lobby, turning a mischievous look back on Oishi. “Nya! What’s holding you up Oishi? We’ll be late!”
“E-eiji!” Oishi blushed hotly, but rushed out after Eiji, who was headed for the door.
--
The crowd gathered for Atobe’s speech was large. Oishi himself had never attended one of Atobe’s speeches, but he had watched them on television and knew that the man had serious presence. Eiji had told him on the taxi ride over, which they had to abandon at one point for a bit of evil foiling, that you could never really understand why Atobe ran the world’s largest and most powerful corporation until you’d actually met him. Watching raptly as Atobe climbed onto the dais Oishi realized what Eiji meant.
It was not just that Atobe had presence, it was almost physically impossible to tear your eyes away from Atobe once you had spotted him. Atobe almost… glittered. Atobe snapped his fingers and the awed crowd quieted, waiting expectantly for Atobe to speak.
It was almost like they were all under his control.
Oishi wasn’t entirely sure what was said, even though he was paying attention to every word Atobe said, his finger pressing down the record button on his pocket recorder. He could review the words later, now he was focused on Atobe.
“Any questions?” Atobe asked with a smile, the trance he had on the reporters ending with an almost audible snap.
And that was when it all went to hell.
The minute Atobe opened the floor for questions Oishi heard the sound of a gun being readied. Spinning around Oishi was prepared to shout, or signal, or something, but in the middle of a press conference bursting off and changing into Superseme would raise too much attention. Oishi would not have given even a split second to consider the consequences if he had not hear Eiji whisper in his ear. “It’s all for show.”
‘Show?’ Oishi thought to himself, and then understood when Fuji burst out of the clouds to apprehend the shooter. Camera flashes went off and cameras swung to follow Tsubame’s landing on the platform. Atobe gifted Fuji with a smile before turning back to face the reporters.
“As you know in Hyotei Atobe Corp is always the first on the scene when a hero needs support. Our labs are on the cutting edge of disease research as well as delving into the relatively new research of alien DNA.” Did Atobe look Oishi’s way? Perhaps it was a trick and every reporter thought Atobe was looking straight at them. Still it unnerved Oishi, he did not like the thought of giving up his secret identity to any corporation. “We know SuperSeme has its own heroes but our own, Tsubame and Neko-chan, have been investigating it. Neko-chan has chosen to stay here in partnership with SuperSeme.” The assembled reporters rippled at the news, surprised that Atobe had gotten the scoop before them. “Atobe Corp will continue to aid Neko-chan in his battles along with offering SuperSeme any help he may need.”
Atobe flipped his hair and the crowd was mesmerized. Even Oishi could not push off the thrall Atobe seemed to have him under.
And that’s when it really went to hell.
A shot rang out, the bullet whizzing by Oishi too fast for him to comprehend. As it punctured Atobe’s shoulder the fuzziness that was impairing Oishi’s thoughts cleared. Fuji was kneeling by Atobe’s side, his large white wings spread to hide Atobe from view as black suited security swarmed the stage. The crowd pushed and Oishi nearly dropped his pencil. He could hear the sound of a gun being undone and packed away. Turning to his right Oishi shared a look with Eiji and both joined the pushing of the crowd to leave. They headed towards where Oishi was hearing the foot steps. The steps were sharp taps, not the sharp taps of high heels but those of excellently made men’s dress shoes against concrete. The taps took on a vague echoing.
“Stairs.” Oishi said lowly to Eiji. Eiji nodded. Finding a secluded place both stripped out of their daytime clothes. Oishi fixed his hair style and Eiji slid on a mask. Trading another look, and small appreciative smiles, Oishi grabbed hold of Eiji and took to the air.
SuperSeme and Neko-chan flew to the rescue.
Oishi looked at Eiji, noting his companions serious face and drawn in eyebrows. Eiji was in good form today, the shooting must have upset him. Oishi smiled slightly, his partner really knew when to take it to the next level. Flying towards the building the footsteps were coming from Oishi landed them on the roof.
“The shots came from the corner.” Eiji looked around, he motioned to the angle the shooter no doubt took when he fired. “Ah! Stairs!” Eiji pointed and bounced towards the green painted door. His hand grabbed the handle and he pulled.
An explosion rocked the building, throwing Oishi and Eiji off their feet. “E-Neko-chan.” Oishi flew towards Eiji who was already picking himself up.
“Nya.” Eiji shook it off. “I’m fine. Do you still hear the guy?”
Oishi shook his head. “The footsteps stopped before the explosion and it did not sound like he exited the building.”
The building shook again as a second explosion ripped through it. Oishi did not bother to stop to think; he hooked his arms under Eiji’s and flew them both into the sky, the flames of the explosion licking at their heels. Oishi hovered in the air and stared down at the burning building. “I don’t hear a heartbeat.”
Eiji’s nose twitched. “He didn’t get out.” Eiji’s hands curled around Oishi’s arm, warm and firm. “We would have known.”
Oishi frowned at the burning building. What kind of person would detonate a building around them to escape capture? Only a fanatic would. Though the building had been detonated by the assassin’s employer, and Oishi had never met anyone so carelessly cruel. “We’ll need to find out.”
Oishi and Eiji had to wait for the firemen to arrive to put out the blaze. Eiji, like many cats, had an instinctive dislike of water, and Oishi’s super strength would just have created a mess. The building was in shambles, the blast having caused it to have collapse on itself. Oishi had managed to keep the tumbling concrete from smashing into the other storehouses, but the former warehouse now appeared to be a sinkhole. “I don’t think we’ll find anything in there.” Eiji toed at a bit of blackened rubble. “It’s all destroyed SuperSeme.”
“It is.” Oishi could not believe that anyone could be so careless about life. To first shoot Atobe and then to kill themselves! Hopefully no one else had been in the building when it went. Oishi had not sensed anyone but his super senses had been wrong before. “We should go Neko-chan.” The firefighters were hanging back, and Oishi nodded at the real heroes before picking Eiji up again and flying off.
“You know, I can get around on my own.” Eiji stated with his arms wrapped tightly around Oishi’s chest. Oishi smiled down into Eiji’s hair before turning his head back to face forward. It would be stupid to fly right into an oncoming plane, or a bird, or a kite, because he was distracted by Eiji’s beautiful hair and his sweet smell.
“I know.” Oishi squeezed Eiji slightly. “But I like the feel of you in my arms.” It felt right to have Eiji in his arms while he flew.
“Just don’t think I’m baggage.” Eiji stated with a proud little sniff. “And go faster, nya!”
--
Oishi tentatively knocked at Tezuka’s door, unsurprised when he was greeted with a grunt. Tezuka’s grunt meant ‘come right in’, his silence meant ‘leave now or find yourself leaving in several pieces’. Pushing the door open Oishi frowned at the piles of paperwork on Tezuka’s desk. “Tezuka, you should go get some sleep.” Oishi had long ago made it a habit to check in on Tezuka and remind him he was only human. “Nothing has turned up on the Atobe story, and tomorrow’s news is being printed off and wrapped up.”
Tezuka looked pointedly from Oishi to the paperwork. Tezuka’s lips were pressed into a thin, bloodless line. Oishi sighed. “It won’t wander off. We’ll even lock your door Tezuka.”
Tezuka gave a short sigh, Tezuka had never been one for long sighs, and set his pen down.
Oishi smiled and both went about getting their things together. The graveyard shift was about to begin and the reporters and editors scheduled to cover any events that might happen during the night were shuffling in. Their suit coats fluttered as Oishi and Tezuka stepped outside, the wind whistling in the dark between buildings. “It’s a nice night, ah, Tezuka?” Oishi questioned as he tipped his head back to stare at the stars. The tall buildings of Seigakuopolis blocked many of them out, as did the lights, but one or two bright and brave stars shone through.
Tezuka took a step forward, then he paused. “Oishi.”
“Mm?” Oishi turned to smile at Tezuka, and that was when he heard it.
The quite but familiar heart beat and a familiar clicking noise accompanying it.
“Tezuka!” Oishi pushed Tezuka to the ground. The bullet whizzed past them to bury itself in the Daily Gaku’s wall.
Previous Chapters: One&Two Three
Pairings: Oishi/Eiji, Surprise/Fuji, Tezuka/Fuji, Oshitari/Gakuto
Rating: PG (13? Maybe?)
Summary: Oishi is given the opportunity to write the page one article and Atobe sparkles.
Pairings: Oishi/Eiji, Surprise/Fuji, Tezuka/Fuji, Oshitari/Gakuto
Rating: PG (13? Maybe?)
Summary: Oishi is given the opportunity to write the page one article and Atobe sparkles.
Oishi blinked at Tezuka dumbfounded. “You’re letting me write the feature?” The feature article was important, really, really important. Oishi had never written a feature article before. Generally Oishi wrote second page articles, or side articles, but never, never a first page. Oishi flushed, feeling the pressure.
“Yes.” Tezuka gave Oishi a short nod, and Oishi knew that he was supposed to take it at that and leave. Still, Oishi… couldn’t. A feature article was a lot of responsibility. Tezuka noticed his hesitation and paused, obviously carefully considering his next words. Oishi waited with baited breath. “This article would benefit from your specific touch.”
Tezuka turned to the papers on his desk, and Oishi knew that was all Tezuka was going to say on the matter. Leaving the office Oishi sighed.
“Well?” Suddenly there was a wealthy of red hair in his vision and a kissable mouth hovering dangerously close to his own. “What’d old stoic britches say?”
“E-eiji!” Oishi hissed, glancing at the closed door and hoping Tezuka hadn’t heard that. You never knew with Tezuka. “Eiji… I’m writing the feature article.”
Eiji’s bright blue eyes appeared then, and Oishi found himself enveloped in a warm hug. “Wahoo! Awesome! Let’s go get one then!”
Oishi felt himself being tugged along by Eiji, Eiji’s arm wrapped tightly around his throat, and all eh could do was laugh.
Standing in the elevator Oishi pressed the button for the ground floor, glad Eiji had allowed him to grab his coat. Oishi didn’t feel the cold like a normal person, but it was a little chilly out and it would look strange to others if he wasn’t wearing his jacket. “There’s already a topic. You heard about Atobe’s speech today?” Eiji made a face and Oishi smiled. Of course Eiji had heard about it, with Fuji working closely with Atobe and Oshitari and no doubt coming home and complaining. Oishi had heard some complaints from Fuji himself on the rare nights Fuji stuck around for dinner with the happy couple. “Well, I’m supposed to cover that, and the article should deal with the impact of Atobe Corp becoming more prominent in Seigakuopolis. We never really covered the merger between Oshitari and Atobe, it was all very hush-hush.”
Eiji frowned angrily at the floor numbers. “I don’t see why Atobe kept that bastard Oshitari in charge. Didn’t you say he was your worst enemy?”
Oishi shrugged. “Things change.” In fact, Oshitari hadn’t masterminded any plans for… a while. Almost as long as Fuji had been in town. Oishi had wondered if something was up, possibly a secret plan that he did not know about, but eventually had decided that Oshitari had seen the error of his ways.
“So, we go, listen to Atobe’s big speech, I take pictures, you ask questions, you write the article, turn it in, and then we both go home and have a lot of sex?” Oishi choked, the elevator doors opening as soon as Eiji had finished his statement. Eiji bounced into the Daily Gaku’s lobby, turning a mischievous look back on Oishi. “Nya! What’s holding you up Oishi? We’ll be late!”
“E-eiji!” Oishi blushed hotly, but rushed out after Eiji, who was headed for the door.
--
The crowd gathered for Atobe’s speech was large. Oishi himself had never attended one of Atobe’s speeches, but he had watched them on television and knew that the man had serious presence. Eiji had told him on the taxi ride over, which they had to abandon at one point for a bit of evil foiling, that you could never really understand why Atobe ran the world’s largest and most powerful corporation until you’d actually met him. Watching raptly as Atobe climbed onto the dais Oishi realized what Eiji meant.
It was not just that Atobe had presence, it was almost physically impossible to tear your eyes away from Atobe once you had spotted him. Atobe almost… glittered. Atobe snapped his fingers and the awed crowd quieted, waiting expectantly for Atobe to speak.
It was almost like they were all under his control.
Oishi wasn’t entirely sure what was said, even though he was paying attention to every word Atobe said, his finger pressing down the record button on his pocket recorder. He could review the words later, now he was focused on Atobe.
“Any questions?” Atobe asked with a smile, the trance he had on the reporters ending with an almost audible snap.
And that was when it all went to hell.
The minute Atobe opened the floor for questions Oishi heard the sound of a gun being readied. Spinning around Oishi was prepared to shout, or signal, or something, but in the middle of a press conference bursting off and changing into Superseme would raise too much attention. Oishi would not have given even a split second to consider the consequences if he had not hear Eiji whisper in his ear. “It’s all for show.”
‘Show?’ Oishi thought to himself, and then understood when Fuji burst out of the clouds to apprehend the shooter. Camera flashes went off and cameras swung to follow Tsubame’s landing on the platform. Atobe gifted Fuji with a smile before turning back to face the reporters.
“As you know in Hyotei Atobe Corp is always the first on the scene when a hero needs support. Our labs are on the cutting edge of disease research as well as delving into the relatively new research of alien DNA.” Did Atobe look Oishi’s way? Perhaps it was a trick and every reporter thought Atobe was looking straight at them. Still it unnerved Oishi, he did not like the thought of giving up his secret identity to any corporation. “We know SuperSeme has its own heroes but our own, Tsubame and Neko-chan, have been investigating it. Neko-chan has chosen to stay here in partnership with SuperSeme.” The assembled reporters rippled at the news, surprised that Atobe had gotten the scoop before them. “Atobe Corp will continue to aid Neko-chan in his battles along with offering SuperSeme any help he may need.”
Atobe flipped his hair and the crowd was mesmerized. Even Oishi could not push off the thrall Atobe seemed to have him under.
And that’s when it really went to hell.
A shot rang out, the bullet whizzing by Oishi too fast for him to comprehend. As it punctured Atobe’s shoulder the fuzziness that was impairing Oishi’s thoughts cleared. Fuji was kneeling by Atobe’s side, his large white wings spread to hide Atobe from view as black suited security swarmed the stage. The crowd pushed and Oishi nearly dropped his pencil. He could hear the sound of a gun being undone and packed away. Turning to his right Oishi shared a look with Eiji and both joined the pushing of the crowd to leave. They headed towards where Oishi was hearing the foot steps. The steps were sharp taps, not the sharp taps of high heels but those of excellently made men’s dress shoes against concrete. The taps took on a vague echoing.
“Stairs.” Oishi said lowly to Eiji. Eiji nodded. Finding a secluded place both stripped out of their daytime clothes. Oishi fixed his hair style and Eiji slid on a mask. Trading another look, and small appreciative smiles, Oishi grabbed hold of Eiji and took to the air.
SuperSeme and Neko-chan flew to the rescue.
Oishi looked at Eiji, noting his companions serious face and drawn in eyebrows. Eiji was in good form today, the shooting must have upset him. Oishi smiled slightly, his partner really knew when to take it to the next level. Flying towards the building the footsteps were coming from Oishi landed them on the roof.
“The shots came from the corner.” Eiji looked around, he motioned to the angle the shooter no doubt took when he fired. “Ah! Stairs!” Eiji pointed and bounced towards the green painted door. His hand grabbed the handle and he pulled.
An explosion rocked the building, throwing Oishi and Eiji off their feet. “E-Neko-chan.” Oishi flew towards Eiji who was already picking himself up.
“Nya.” Eiji shook it off. “I’m fine. Do you still hear the guy?”
Oishi shook his head. “The footsteps stopped before the explosion and it did not sound like he exited the building.”
The building shook again as a second explosion ripped through it. Oishi did not bother to stop to think; he hooked his arms under Eiji’s and flew them both into the sky, the flames of the explosion licking at their heels. Oishi hovered in the air and stared down at the burning building. “I don’t hear a heartbeat.”
Eiji’s nose twitched. “He didn’t get out.” Eiji’s hands curled around Oishi’s arm, warm and firm. “We would have known.”
Oishi frowned at the burning building. What kind of person would detonate a building around them to escape capture? Only a fanatic would. Though the building had been detonated by the assassin’s employer, and Oishi had never met anyone so carelessly cruel. “We’ll need to find out.”
Oishi and Eiji had to wait for the firemen to arrive to put out the blaze. Eiji, like many cats, had an instinctive dislike of water, and Oishi’s super strength would just have created a mess. The building was in shambles, the blast having caused it to have collapse on itself. Oishi had managed to keep the tumbling concrete from smashing into the other storehouses, but the former warehouse now appeared to be a sinkhole. “I don’t think we’ll find anything in there.” Eiji toed at a bit of blackened rubble. “It’s all destroyed SuperSeme.”
“It is.” Oishi could not believe that anyone could be so careless about life. To first shoot Atobe and then to kill themselves! Hopefully no one else had been in the building when it went. Oishi had not sensed anyone but his super senses had been wrong before. “We should go Neko-chan.” The firefighters were hanging back, and Oishi nodded at the real heroes before picking Eiji up again and flying off.
“You know, I can get around on my own.” Eiji stated with his arms wrapped tightly around Oishi’s chest. Oishi smiled down into Eiji’s hair before turning his head back to face forward. It would be stupid to fly right into an oncoming plane, or a bird, or a kite, because he was distracted by Eiji’s beautiful hair and his sweet smell.
“I know.” Oishi squeezed Eiji slightly. “But I like the feel of you in my arms.” It felt right to have Eiji in his arms while he flew.
“Just don’t think I’m baggage.” Eiji stated with a proud little sniff. “And go faster, nya!”
--
Oishi tentatively knocked at Tezuka’s door, unsurprised when he was greeted with a grunt. Tezuka’s grunt meant ‘come right in’, his silence meant ‘leave now or find yourself leaving in several pieces’. Pushing the door open Oishi frowned at the piles of paperwork on Tezuka’s desk. “Tezuka, you should go get some sleep.” Oishi had long ago made it a habit to check in on Tezuka and remind him he was only human. “Nothing has turned up on the Atobe story, and tomorrow’s news is being printed off and wrapped up.”
Tezuka looked pointedly from Oishi to the paperwork. Tezuka’s lips were pressed into a thin, bloodless line. Oishi sighed. “It won’t wander off. We’ll even lock your door Tezuka.”
Tezuka gave a short sigh, Tezuka had never been one for long sighs, and set his pen down.
Oishi smiled and both went about getting their things together. The graveyard shift was about to begin and the reporters and editors scheduled to cover any events that might happen during the night were shuffling in. Their suit coats fluttered as Oishi and Tezuka stepped outside, the wind whistling in the dark between buildings. “It’s a nice night, ah, Tezuka?” Oishi questioned as he tipped his head back to stare at the stars. The tall buildings of Seigakuopolis blocked many of them out, as did the lights, but one or two bright and brave stars shone through.
Tezuka took a step forward, then he paused. “Oishi.”
“Mm?” Oishi turned to smile at Tezuka, and that was when he heard it.
The quite but familiar heart beat and a familiar clicking noise accompanying it.
“Tezuka!” Oishi pushed Tezuka to the ground. The bullet whizzed past them to bury itself in the Daily Gaku’s wall.
