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tammaiyaSo in the end my uni was closed for the rest of the week. On the one hand: five-day weekend! On the other hand, I'll have to make up those 2 2-hour law lectures. Hm.
I'm trying to concentrate on doing my law reading, but really, just not happening. Or happening, but slowly. SO slowly.
Instead, have mobster!Saiunkoku Seiran/Ryuuki AU cookies. One of them is crossed over with Viewfinder. Mostly they're just mobsters. Shuurei is only in the first one, not because I don't like her but because I only wrote scenes I had inspiration for, le whooo.
"We thought maybe it was time for you to consider getting yourself a consort," one of Ryuuki's advisors said smoothly. "Consorts, if you like, but really, Ryuuki-sama, you need to think about the family line. Kou Shuurei is from one of our rival families, and would make a very beneficial match."
"But," Ryuuki objected helplessly, drooping like a puppy that had been put out in the rain, "but did you really have to abduct someone? Couldn't you have asked nicely?"
The girl stopped slinging insults at the men dragging her in order to stare at him with a mixture of disbelief and sympathy. "You're a mob boss," she explained to him, quite kindly. "Asking nicely isn't something you're supposed to do."
"Oh. But. You don't mind...?"
Shuurei sighed. "You were right," she said to her captors. "This is going to take a lot of work."
~
Ryuuki stared at the man leaning in his doorway with a disinterested expression, polishing his gun and wearing a suit that probably wasn't anywhere near as expensive as the clothes the Shi family wore but still looked good on him. The look on his face was cold, but everything else about him was hot, which was partially why Ryuuki was staring at him. Also, he was weirdly familiar.
"Aren't you going to try and free Shuurei?" Ryuuki asked Shuurei's bodyguard eventually, utterly bewildered, and the man shrugged, eyes flicking to him with the shadow of a smile before sliding away.
"No," Seiran said. "She's decided she wants to stay here for now. So I've agreed to guard you in exchange for being allowed to remain in the complex until she's ready to leave."
"Oh," Ryuuki said dumbly, and went back to staring, because Seiran was really hot.
~
"Of course, it's questionable whether there's really anything in it for me to deal with you," Fei Long said, eyeing Ryuuki with thoughtful disdain. "You have a reputation for being weak, and one might suggest you are not really the head of the Shi family, are you? Nobody knows for certain whether Seien has actually died, after all."
Ryuuki flinched. Seiran, standing behind him, narrowed his eyes, hand tightening on the barrel of his gun, and Fei Long smirked over Ryuuki's head at him.
"We believe our resources would be of great benefit to you," Ryuuki said after a moment, gathering his composure again. "We'll give you time to consider the offer if necessary."
"Indeed," Fei Long agreed, and watched the members of the Shi family file out of his room.
He wasn't surprised when late that night a gun barrel was pressed against the back of his neck in the dark.
"Ah, Shi Seien," Fei Long said, not even trying to turn his head. "How kind of you to pay me another visit. Have you got a different deal to offer me?"
"If you even consider laying a finger on him for any reason, whatsoever," Seiran's voice said, calm and cold as permafrost, "you will not see the bullet coming. Do I make myself clear?"
Fei Long snorted. "Crystal," he said. "Are you satisfied? I'm sure you'll be wanting to return to your brother now. I hear you take very good care of him."
A twitch, the flutter of a finger at the trigger, and then iron control reasserted itself, Seiran stalking out of the room without another word. Fei Long smiled humourlessly; it always pays well to know the weaknesses of one's rivals.
~
"Ani-ue, please," Ryuuki pleaded, and Seiran smothered a hand over Ryuuki's mouth, eyes darting around, paranoid that someone might have heard.
"Shh," he hissed, trying to look as stern as he could which was usually fucking terrifying but never seemed to work with Ryuuki or Shuurei. "I told you not to call me that, someone might--"
"No one's here," Ryuuki pointed out petulantly, having dragged Seiran's hand down so he could speak. "And you promised, you said--"
"You were-- you were six, how do you even remember that?" Seiran demanded, spooked, because there is nothing he wouldn't do for Ryuuki but there are certain times when he believes desperately that Ryuuki needs protecting from himself, and this situation is rapidly getting out of his control. "Ryuuki-sama..."
"And now I'm 19," Ryuuki said stubbornly, wriggling distractingly between Seiran and the wall, "which is the whole point. You said when I was older, and I'm heaps older, so you should honour your promises! You always told me that too, ani-ue!"
"It depends what promises they are," Seiran muttered, because there were certain things he'd promised to rival members of the criminal element that he had no intention of following through on, particularly from the years he'd been in exile. It's a moot point, though, because Seiran is practically incapable of breaking a promise to Ryuuki and the best he can do is try to persuade him it's a bad idea. "And I didn't say how much older, either. I could have meant thirty."
Ryuuki's expression darkened. "Ani-ue," he started to argue, pouting, and Seiran had to kiss him if only to make him stop talking.
We're going to hell, Seiran thought in resignation, but he had only so much self-control when it came to protecting Ryuuki and giving his brother what he wanted. Never let it be said that Ryuuki's wish was anything but Seiran's command.
I'm trying to concentrate on doing my law reading, but really, just not happening. Or happening, but slowly. SO slowly.
Instead, have mobster!Saiunkoku Seiran/Ryuuki AU cookies. One of them is crossed over with Viewfinder. Mostly they're just mobsters. Shuurei is only in the first one, not because I don't like her but because I only wrote scenes I had inspiration for, le whooo.
"We thought maybe it was time for you to consider getting yourself a consort," one of Ryuuki's advisors said smoothly. "Consorts, if you like, but really, Ryuuki-sama, you need to think about the family line. Kou Shuurei is from one of our rival families, and would make a very beneficial match."
"But," Ryuuki objected helplessly, drooping like a puppy that had been put out in the rain, "but did you really have to abduct someone? Couldn't you have asked nicely?"
The girl stopped slinging insults at the men dragging her in order to stare at him with a mixture of disbelief and sympathy. "You're a mob boss," she explained to him, quite kindly. "Asking nicely isn't something you're supposed to do."
"Oh. But. You don't mind...?"
Shuurei sighed. "You were right," she said to her captors. "This is going to take a lot of work."
~
Ryuuki stared at the man leaning in his doorway with a disinterested expression, polishing his gun and wearing a suit that probably wasn't anywhere near as expensive as the clothes the Shi family wore but still looked good on him. The look on his face was cold, but everything else about him was hot, which was partially why Ryuuki was staring at him. Also, he was weirdly familiar.
"Aren't you going to try and free Shuurei?" Ryuuki asked Shuurei's bodyguard eventually, utterly bewildered, and the man shrugged, eyes flicking to him with the shadow of a smile before sliding away.
"No," Seiran said. "She's decided she wants to stay here for now. So I've agreed to guard you in exchange for being allowed to remain in the complex until she's ready to leave."
"Oh," Ryuuki said dumbly, and went back to staring, because Seiran was really hot.
~
"Of course, it's questionable whether there's really anything in it for me to deal with you," Fei Long said, eyeing Ryuuki with thoughtful disdain. "You have a reputation for being weak, and one might suggest you are not really the head of the Shi family, are you? Nobody knows for certain whether Seien has actually died, after all."
Ryuuki flinched. Seiran, standing behind him, narrowed his eyes, hand tightening on the barrel of his gun, and Fei Long smirked over Ryuuki's head at him.
"We believe our resources would be of great benefit to you," Ryuuki said after a moment, gathering his composure again. "We'll give you time to consider the offer if necessary."
"Indeed," Fei Long agreed, and watched the members of the Shi family file out of his room.
He wasn't surprised when late that night a gun barrel was pressed against the back of his neck in the dark.
"Ah, Shi Seien," Fei Long said, not even trying to turn his head. "How kind of you to pay me another visit. Have you got a different deal to offer me?"
"If you even consider laying a finger on him for any reason, whatsoever," Seiran's voice said, calm and cold as permafrost, "you will not see the bullet coming. Do I make myself clear?"
Fei Long snorted. "Crystal," he said. "Are you satisfied? I'm sure you'll be wanting to return to your brother now. I hear you take very good care of him."
A twitch, the flutter of a finger at the trigger, and then iron control reasserted itself, Seiran stalking out of the room without another word. Fei Long smiled humourlessly; it always pays well to know the weaknesses of one's rivals.
~
"Ani-ue, please," Ryuuki pleaded, and Seiran smothered a hand over Ryuuki's mouth, eyes darting around, paranoid that someone might have heard.
"Shh," he hissed, trying to look as stern as he could which was usually fucking terrifying but never seemed to work with Ryuuki or Shuurei. "I told you not to call me that, someone might--"
"No one's here," Ryuuki pointed out petulantly, having dragged Seiran's hand down so he could speak. "And you promised, you said--"
"You were-- you were six, how do you even remember that?" Seiran demanded, spooked, because there is nothing he wouldn't do for Ryuuki but there are certain times when he believes desperately that Ryuuki needs protecting from himself, and this situation is rapidly getting out of his control. "Ryuuki-sama..."
"And now I'm 19," Ryuuki said stubbornly, wriggling distractingly between Seiran and the wall, "which is the whole point. You said when I was older, and I'm heaps older, so you should honour your promises! You always told me that too, ani-ue!"
"It depends what promises they are," Seiran muttered, because there were certain things he'd promised to rival members of the criminal element that he had no intention of following through on, particularly from the years he'd been in exile. It's a moot point, though, because Seiran is practically incapable of breaking a promise to Ryuuki and the best he can do is try to persuade him it's a bad idea. "And I didn't say how much older, either. I could have meant thirty."
Ryuuki's expression darkened. "Ani-ue," he started to argue, pouting, and Seiran had to kiss him if only to make him stop talking.
We're going to hell, Seiran thought in resignation, but he had only so much self-control when it came to protecting Ryuuki and giving his brother what he wanted. Never let it be said that Ryuuki's wish was anything but Seiran's command.
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