Questions leads to answers and that’s not exactly what you want to hear

Title: Questions leads to answers and that’s not exactly what you want to hear
Rating: Teen
Series: Sex Pistols, Archer
Pairings/Couples/Characters: Fujiwara Shirou, Madarame Yonekuni
Part of: Sex, Spies and other small lies
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own
For: Stephanie, who has been cheering me one and helping me so much with this universe
Summary: Yonekuni has been curious as to why Shirou doesn’t live the way other heavyweights live.  Doesn’t flaunt his strength and his status.  Of course, he hadn’t thought much about Shirou’s other job.  Yonekuni finds himself embarrassing himself.
Notes:  Been working on this very slowly.  It’s summer, but everything has been slow.  I’ve been slow.  But things have been pretty weird for me.  Had family visiting in June, so I hadn’t had a chance to actually sit down and type anything up.  I’m winging this, writing for the sake of writing.

In the two weeks since he met the one person that changed his life, becoming his now bodyguard, Yonekuni had been accidentally hit twice and knocked out once.  Of course he knew it was his fault for sneaking up behind Shirou, intent on stealing a kiss.  Each time he had hoped to steal one and on the fourth time, he managed to get that kiss he had been wanting.  A kiss that, as brief as it was, was the sweetest kiss he had ever had.

Yonekuni found himself wanting to smile, just a hint of a crack of one before he ducked his head.  In the background he could hear the teacher drone on, the murmuring of surprise telling him that the girls had caught onto the fact that he wanted to smile.  He could feel the gaze on the back of his head, the ever telling presence from the back of the classroom that watched him and the whole classroom.

At the time, he hadn’t thought that Shirou would take the whole “body guarding” seriously.  He thought that the older male would be like the other body guards that some of the students had.  Either station themselves in the hallway or in the teacher’s lounge, relaxing and chatting among themselves until their wards required them.  Deep down he knew he wasn’t in as much danger as he had lead others to believe.  Only wanted to have the male close by, hoping the heavyweight would notice him.

Of course it hadn’t escaped his notice of how he acted around Shirou versus how he acted around his male classmates.  The hostile looks when they got too close to him, either by accident or on purpose.  The lovesick looks that the few light and middle weights dared to send his way.  Briefly wondering if Shirou felt the same way when he sent the older male looks of his own.

Tapping his pencil on his open text book, glancing at the whiteboard and the calculations that the teacher was writing out.  It didn’t take a genius to see how the middleweight teacher hesitated, pausing for a moment before shakily continuing under the watchful gaze.  He didn’t have to look around to know that he was the recipient of a mixture of jealousy, enviousness and resentful looks that others would constantly send him.  It didn’t matter if they weren’t in his class or even in his grade.  Those that had their own bodyguards were jealous of how close Shirou was to him.  Of the attention that the older male gave him.  They wanted the closeness that he had, jealous of the fact that while they had their guards and their money, they don’t have the attention he was getting.

If he were to fully think about his classmates, put himself in their shoes and know the loneliness that they felt, he would understand.  But they just didn’t understand.  They just wanted their guards to give them the same feeling that Shirou was giving him, even if Shirou didn’t know of his growing feelings.

They didn’t understand the fact that Shirou was suppressing his soul, giving off the appearance of just a middleweight dog.  Nothing he showed to the world would indicate of what the older man truly was.  Just a false front, one that was timid with little strength to back up the cool aloof he gave off and gave his charge his attention in ways that others in his profession would never do.

After the first few days of school, he tried to corner the heavyweight.  Thinking he was clever and fast enough that he would be able to get answers to his questions.  Instead, through he found his back being slammed against the wall with a hand braces just centimeters away from his throat.  A muffled curse, hands dropping away and a few steps backs.  He should have remembered, should be scared by the male’s actions.  Instead, the thrill of excitement and the overpowering scent coming from Shirou had him wanting nothing more than to nuzzle into Shirou’s neck and breath in more of that scent.

Instead, he watched as grey eyes searched his face before the shaking of a head.  The turn away from him, almost as if his bodyguard was dismissing him.  Reaching out, his hand caught Shirou’s arm to stop him from putting more distance between them.

“Why do you act like that?”  He had asked, dropping his hand quickly.

“Like what?” An almost innocent look and tone, one he would have believed if he hadn’t constantly witnessed the male wearing a calculated look out in public.

“Act like you don’t have the strength you were born with,” a nod towards the window and the school buildings that lay in the distance, “in the classroom.  You don’t act like a heavyweight.  You downplay your status in society.”  He tried to explain, not fully understanding the reason the male had yet to explain.

It was the way pale eyes lit up in understanding, turning away from him to the other side of their shared room, another thing that was specially afforded to him.

“I rather like keeping others on their toes,” Shirou explained, loosening his tie before slipping it over his head with a sigh of relief, tossing the piece of his uniform on his bed.  “If they see me as someone weaker than what I actually am, they wouldn’t give me a second thought.  Which, to be honest, I enjoy,” a small smile the he caught, biting down on the inside of his cheek to hold back the grin that wanted to join.  “It allows me to do my job a lot easier than if others were to know that I am a top tier.”

Emptying his pockets and shrugging off his blazer to hang it up for the following day.  Yonekuni watched Shirou’s movements in silence, taking what was said to heart and knew he had to find out more.

“Still,” he sat down on his bed with a little bounce, “others would respect you more if you carried yourself like the way I do.  You’d command the attention of everyone around you-”

“And what would that prove?”  Shirou shot back, narrowing his eyes over his shoulder.  “That just using your birth status you could get whatever you want?”  A shake of Shirou’s head.  “Not everything can be solved by showing the world what I am and using my status to get what I want.  I want to believe in above that.  Above the basic nature of madararui.  But I’m not.”

Yonekuni watched as nimble fingers slipped each button through each small hole.

“I don’t want to be reduced down to my basic nature, though I end up using my gifts and talents to finish jobs and missions,” the pause of words, the silence as the heavyweight from across him struggled to explain his reasoning.

“I’ve seen the aftermath of a top tier snake had their way to get what they wanted.  To see a lightweight being reduced to tears, a puddle of urine and vomit all because they could.”

“That doesn’t mean it happens all the time, ” Yonekuni pointed out, leaning forward.

“You’re right, of course,” Shirou said softly, folding his shirt even though it was going to be washed the following day.  “That doesn’t happen very often, they have their own masks and their own facades to keep up.  But when one does lose sight of themselves and decide to use their power and strength to destroy others because they can, I don’t want to be seen as ruthless as them.”

A deep breath that hitched as it was released, Yonekuni pressed his lips together to keep himself from speaking out.  It was enough that Shirou felt comfortable to explain his reasoning, even if he himself didn’t fully see it from the older man’s point of view.

“Everything I have, everything I’ve accomplished so far in my lie, I worked for.  The status that I have, what I was born with, is for those who need to know.  Even then, when I tell them, I am the one in control.”

The look that Shirou sent him, silently judging him before sitting down on his bed, staring down at the floor.  For a brief moment, he wondered if the person Shirou was talking about was his mother.  He wouldn’t put it past her to tear down someone that got in her way.

Shirou hadn’t been fully forthcoming about himself and his past, almost tight lipped.  He had, on more than one occasion called his mother and asked her about his bodyguard.  Normally she would be less than forthcoming about her work and those that inquired to her about the services that she offered.  But when he asked about Shirou, she seemed happy, almost gleeful with boasting.

With information that had nothing to do with the older man.

When he asked more about him, more about the professional relationship she had with Shirou, she had hung up on him.


“Mister Madarame,” the call of his name pulled him from his memories, jerking his head up to see that not only his teacher looking at him over his glasses, but his classmates were as well.  “If you could actually pay attention and answer the question, you can leave for the day.  Which, of course, your classmates will be very thankful.”  Despite the teacher’s stern words, Yonekuni caught darting glance from himself to the back of the classroom, leaving him guessing that his bodyguard wasn’t amused.

He couldn’t see Shirou from where he was sitting and he had hopped that the older male would be cracking even a hint of a smile, the behavior of his teacher lead to more questions.

Licking his bottom lip, determined to find out what was going on, he didn’t notice the visible way his teacher gulped at him.


By the end of the day, behind the closed door of his private dorm that he shared with Shirou, he had his chance to ask though he found himself hesitating.  Knowing that he normally wasn’t shy, more often than not he went after what he wanted.  But now he found himself taking baby steps, confused about the swirling emotions behind what he felt for the heavyweight.

Sucking up his courage, he was about to ask what was going on with his teacher and his strange behavior when the sound of an unfamiliar ring of a phone filled the air.

A low curse, long fingers reaching for the phone to answer it on the second ring.

For the two weeks that Shirou had been with him, that phone that he kept with him had stayed silent.  Yonekuni didn’t have to ask, going by the stiffening of shoulders and the widening of eyes.  The look that Shirou sent him before turning around and heading towards the private bathroom, closing the door.

Yonekuni could only catch the muffled one sided conversation, barely understanding what was being said.  Rolling his shoulders and turning away from the door, wishing he could hear what was being spoken.

Normally he wouldn’t consider himself nosy.  Usually kept to himself, not wanting to push his way into a situation that had nothing to do with him.  Now, though, he couldn’t get enough.  Wanting to know more, wanting to know why he felt the urge to ask such questions that wasn’t any of his business.

Moving towards Shirou’s bed and the overwhelming scent that tugged at his senses, calling out to him.  A rumbled sound that resembled a call of his soul, reaching for one of the pillows that Shirou used.  Trailing his fingers across the crisp pillow case, picking up and bringing it up towards his face.  Burying his face into the pillow and taking a deep breath, letting the lingering scent wash over him and his senses, he didn’t hear the door open.

Didn’t see the slight confusion cross Shirou’s face nor the coloring of cheeks.  He could only commit the scent to memory, hoping that would be enough to get through some personal alone time.

Hearing the clearing of a throat, his grasp on the pillow loosened, dropping it to the floor while his head jerked up.  Feeling a heated blush crossing his cheeks, Yonekuni licked his lips as he tried to ignore the embarrassment that was filling him.

Shirou didn’t acknowledge the situation, his gaze calm and his words even.

“Get your things together,” Shirou pushed away from the doorway and past him, grabbing his wallet and an empty bag that rested against the wall.  “We gotta go.”

“What about classes?”  Yonekuni couldn’t help but ask, not fully caring about his classes, only wanting to hear the older male’s answer.

“You’ll have a tutor when we get back to help you catch up with what you miss.”

Yonekuni caught the twitching of lips and wondered if the ache in his chest was related to the budding feelings that started to grow.  Nodding his head, Yonekuni followed.

As he started packing a few clothes, unsure of how much to bring and what type, he found himself asking.

“What’s going on?  You know, back in class?  I’ve never seen the teacher be that nervous.  Especially when he kept on looking back towards where you were sitting,” he looked at Shirou, catching the widening of eyes.

“So you noticed that,” Shirou chuckled softly before his expression became serious.  “I over heard some gossip going on, especially about you.  It seems as though your teacher wants to have sex with you.  He brought up the subject of maybe drugging you to get what he wants.  I didn’t catch if he wanted to fuck you or be fucked by you.”

Shirou shook his head, frowning.

“I didn’t like the thought of him tricking you and others, so I just confronted him and reminded him that what happens to those that prey on under aged students and children,” he scratched at his chin, eyeing him with worry that didn’t show on his face.  “I may have also pulled my gun on him when he didn’t take my words seriously.”

With a shrug at his look, Yonekuni shook his head.

“Then I better take you seriously,” Yonekuni joked as he slung his back across his shoulder, eyeing the way the gun holsters were situated, comfortable under the male’s arms and the two guns that were checked and slipped back into their rightful places.

“By the way, did you pack for the heat?”

‘Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad,’ Yonekuni thought to himself, a grin on his lips.

Though not everything falls before you, keep your head up

Title: Though not everything falls before you, keep your head up
Rating: Everyone/Teen
Pairings/Characters: Fujiwara Shirou, Jack Marston, hints of John Marston/Fujiwara Shirou, John Marston/Abigail Marston, John/Shirou/Abigail
Series: Red Dead Redemption, Sex Pistols
Part of: Trying something new won’t kill you, until your imagination runs wild.  Set further into John and Shirou’s relationship, and the budding relationship between John, Abigail and Shirou.
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own
Warnings: This series completely ignores the ending of Red Dead Redemption, I just want some John and Shirou smut with some sort of plot mixed in.
Summary: The noise of the winter storm waking him up, Shirou knows that he’ll be unable to sleep.  He didn’t expect to be startled by Jack nor was he expecting the questions that make him question the budding relationship.
Notes: I had this idea back in September/October and love the idea of Shirou being invited into the house once the weather starts to become unbearably cold.  I have no excuse to my lateness 😦

The howling of the wind rattled the window in its frame as the ends of branches scraped along the glass planes, leaving the creaking wood of trees struggled against the wind while the house stood firm against the storm.  He could feel the cold seem through the cracks and under the doors despite the fires blazing in the two fire places.

Burrowing deeper under the heavy blanket, Shirou huffed to himself as he tried to ignore the sounds coming from outside.  If he were to strain and listen carefully, he would be able to hear the howling of the wolves that feared to stray close to the property.  Guarded by one who is extremely territorial, able to feel the aura and the scent that would drive them off.  None of the yipping of pups, only the warning howls to each other.

Shirou ignored the ache in his chest as memories of his childhood surfaced.  Being with his parents and carefree, before everything went to shit.  Before his life changed forever.  No longer could he remember the comforting scent of his mother and her kind smile, nor of his father that taught him how to control his soul.

Poking his head out from underneath the blanket, groaning deep at the chill.  There was no way he would be getting back to sleep, not with the memories that haunted him and the echos of his parent’s voices in his head.

It hadn’t been that long since the cold weather descended upon them, the chill in the wind becoming sharper with each day, Shirou took up the offer when John had almost hesitantly brought it up at the time, one morning when the returner to ancestry came to check in early in the morning and noticed the near freezing temperature.  At the time and still now, grateful for the offer, in the spare room across the hall from Jack’s.  His “old room” in the barn was now being taken up by the cattle at night, giving them a little reprieve from the cold and wind.

Trading one lumpy mattress for another left him little room for complaints.  The room in the house was warmer than the barn.  The nights no longer long and miserable, his elevated body heat only going to far before the cold got to be too much.

Sitting up and pulling the blanket with him, Shirou quietly opened the door and stepped into the near silent hallway.  The crackling of the fire flared several times with every gust of wind, brightening the room before becoming dim once more, leaving just enough light.  Pulling the blanket tighter around his body, moving the chair closer to the fire, just close enough to be heated perfectly.

Before he sat down, Shirou grabbed a book that lay forgotten on the small coffee table, skimming his fingers along the worn and soft cover, he couldn’t make out the title of the book before opening it to a random page.  Curling up in the chair, Shirou read.

It didn’t matter that the page he picked was in the middle of the story, nor did it matter that everything seemed like a mess, even if it worked well enough to suck him in.  Losing himself in the words, a story similar to what he was told while growing up.  Stories told to keep children in line and have them listen to their parents, giving them the consequences of disobeying.  One story, told to him after he wandered away from his mother’s side at a market.  The combination of worry and fury in her normal gentle eyes had him listening.  Even his soft spoken father had taken the same tone of voice.

So deep in his memories and thoughts of growing up, he didn’t hear the creaking of the floor underfoot and the dark head that peaked around the corner.  It would be the hand on his shoulder, the jump and the muffled sound of surprise, dropping the book onto the bare floor.

“Jack?”  Shirou whispered, trying to control his breathing and the racing of his thoughts at being startled by the younger man.  It wasn’t like him to get startled as such.

“Sorry,” Jack whispered back, giving him a little shrug before stepping away from him and closer to the fire, a blanket pulled around his body for warmth, “I didn’t mean to startle you.  I would’ve thought you heard me.”

Biting his lower lip, Shirou swallowed back a question, reaching down to pick up the book that he had dropped.

“Can I ask you something?”  Jack broached, almost hesitant, something Shirou hadn’t thought the teenager wouldn’t be.

Giving Jack a nod, silently telling him to continue.  He should tell Jack that he shouldn’t be afraid to ask him any questions.

“I know you don’t talk much about your family, but what was it like?  Back in your home country?”  Jack paused, gathering his thoughts as though not to offend.

“Why do you stay here?  I mean, this country alone is so huge, but you have the whole world to explore.  You could live anywhere.”

Shirou paused for a moment, seeing the look of curiosity on Jack’s face.  It wasn’t a secret that the boy wanted to see the world beyond Blackwater and the surrounding areas.  The fact that the young man across from him just wanted to explore, not to be stuck here where nothing seemed to happen.

“From what I’ve seen and while it’s not much as to what other’s have seen, there’s just something that draws me here,” Shirou confessed, pulling his legs up to wrap his arms around his knees.

“You mean my father,” the whispered words he wasn’t supposed to hear.  It wasn’t hard to recall the look on Jack’s face when he had found out about his relationship with both John and Abigail.  Twisted as it was, the relationship worked in a way that Shirou could only would continue.

“Well, yeah,” Shirou sighed softly, “during my travels there have been some who were nice enough, I suppose.  But John, he was the only that saw me for me, I guess if I had to explain it.  Offering me a chance when I asked.”  Shirou smiled to himself, worrying the inside of his cheek for a second before looking at the dark haired teen.  “The fact that you, yourself and your mother treat me so swell.”

“The overwhelming feeling of being home, Jack.  That, the feeling of home, I miss it so much,” he tore his gaze away to blink away the tears that started to fill his vision.  “I-” a hitched breath, licking his bottom lip in nervousness.

“I’m not accusing you of anything, Shirou, I’m just surprised is all.  I don’t know what you see in my father,” the teenager shrugged his shoulders, hunching forward as though to hide away from him before staring into the fire.  “You seem to get him to calm down.  A lot.  It’s something that ma’s been wanting-  You’re not trying to break up my family, are you?  They’re finally happy.”

Shirou could feel the heavy words, that heavy gaze of Jack as he watched the play of emotions on his face.

“I would never do anything of the sort.  I would,” Shirou paused, breathing deeply as his heart started to pound, “I would leave.  Pack up and leave this place I consider home before anything like that.  Move on.  Jack, I never-” a shuddering breath, realizing that his body was trembling.  He tried to calm himself down, the biggest of his fears pushing to the front of his mind.

“Your family has been so good to me, I-” he stared down at his hands, his attempt to calm himself down failing.  Toughed skin and built up calluses, tiny scars that dotted the tops of his hands and his fingers.  Skin that is thicker than his emotions, able to deal with the brutal elements and unforgiving sun than him sitting there, crushing under the weight of his conscious and the nearly innocent words from Jack.

He didn’t expect the feel of heavy hands on his shoulders nor the scent that had drawn him in weeks and months ago, drowning his senses.

“You should know better by now,” the rough draw as John leaned over the back of the chair, a hand moving with fingers trailing across his shoulders and up towards his neck.  Sliding up and through his hair.  Glancing towards Jack, his eyes down turned and away, cheeks darkening in color with embarrassment, which seemed to be a constant occurrence since finding out about their “arrangement”.

Shirou hoped that his expression wouldn’t give away what he was feeling.  The want and desire for the older man, fighting the guilt he felt for pushing his way into John and Abigail’s relationship.  He was lucky enough that John let him stay.

“What are you both doing up so late?”

The fingers in his hair, turning his gaze to the floor as heat flooded through him, he didn’t see the look that John sent Jack.  If he were to look up, he would catch the mixture of curiosity and warning, possessiveness that he was just starting to find out about the returner to ancestry.

“The noise,” Shirou confessed, dropping his head and pulling away from John’s touch, wrapping the blanket closer.  The warmth from John’s hand had him swallowing past a lump in his throat.  He wanted nothing more than to crawl between John and Abigail, to be cradled between the couple.  Biting down on his lower lip, Shirou’s imagination took over.

The near silent inhaling of a breath, Shirou peeked through his lashes, seeing Jack’s flush darker as he looked anywhere but in front o him.  A mutter that he didn’t catch, footsteps that carried Jack to the other side of the house.

“Jack’s just curious, but don’t let his words bother you,” John comment, fingers lingering along his neck, rubbing against the one spot that usually would drive him to groan out a sound that resembled John’s name before the older male pulled away.

“Both Abigail and myself enjoy you being here.  Besides, you’re over thinking this, not giving yourself credit,” the buttons of long underwear were slipped from the small holes.  A look in John’s eyes told him enough.  Shirou licked his lower lip, pushing himself out of the chair to follow John.

With his senses on fire, he closed the door softly behind him with a soft click.

This one time your mom asked me to impregnate others for money

Title: This one time your mom asked me to impregnate others for money
Rating: Teen
Series: Sex Pistols, Archer
Pairings/Couples/Characters: Fujiwara Shirou, Madarame Yonekuni
Part of: Sex, Spies and other small lies
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own
For: Stephanie, who has been cheering me one and helping me so much with this universe
Summary: Frustrated with everything, Shirou sucks it up and lays down some rules.  He has no clue to how much Yonekuni is enjoying this.
Notes: This could be a little dull, but I wanted Shirou have a few basic rules for Yonekuni to follow.  Yonekuni is “excited” for this arrangement while Shirou isn’t.  I know I haven’t written anything, I just haven’t had time to sit down to type up my rough drafts.  I’m two parts head in this universe and a few in my Sex Pistols/Red Dead Redemption universe.  It’s summer now, so I hope I can get some writing done.  Title is a hint of what Makio had Shirou do while he was younger, more will be revealed later.

Struggling to ignore the building of a headache, the sight of the hotel he had checked not so long ago came into view, the sidewalk nearly empty.  The sound of complaining being muffled by the heavy jacket Yonekuni wore, he tsked under his breath.  With the lingering scent of the sterile hospital on his skin, frustrated and the urge to just hang his head in defeat was one of the motivating factors to head back to his room with his charge in tow.  Another would be the follow up call he had gotten from his boss, Malory Archer, explaining in enough detail of what was being expected of him.  The tone of her voice, lit with amusement, though Shirou knew from past experience it was her own amusement.

At him.

The fact that he had to watch Madarame Yonekuni, be at his beck and call, he had to work what missions and assignments that were sent his way.

Despite the fact that Malory was finding his situation funny, he couldn’t help the little bit of pride at the fact that Mallory, someone who rarely praised anyone, told him he was of the few people to complete what was given to him with little blood being shed.  Which, depending on if it was just information that he needed to know or if he was being ordered to take down a person or two.  Shirou, of course, knew that majority of hits that were requested were never sent his way, he was better at retrieving information and classified documents than any of his coworkers.

It shouldn’t have been a shock that Malory was familiar with Madarame Makio.  Money talked and Malory was always eager to get her hands on whatever money came her way.  The heavyweight snake had more than enough to get Malory’s attention.

Shaking his head, and wondering how much of his life seemed to be spiraling out of control.  In the back of his mind, he could hear Malory’s voice and the normal distaste that she sometimes held when she had to deal with him.  At least he didn’t have to be around the woman any further than necessary.  For the most part, he had to deal with her over the phone and email, which made his job much easier.  Holding back a snort, knowing his other coworkers had to deal with her and her micro-managing.

Out of the corner of his eye the bundled blond paused and reached out with a gloved hand, grasping at his jacket and stopped him, words muffled before a sound that resembled a heavy sigh before the scarf was lowered away from lips.

“How do you know my mom?”  The blond’s deep voice, lips red and moist while blue eyes searched his.

Shirou swallowed, tearing his attention away.  He should have expected that question, briefly wondering why the teenager didn’t ask it earlier, considering how he reacted to finding out Yonekuni’s family name.  If he hadn’t had that type of reaction to the Madarame name, considering it wasn’t a common family name, he would have been able to school his reaction and not have to answer Yonekuni’s question.

Giving his lower lip a quick lick, Shirou knew he could lie to his charge.  But given the fact he would be spending a more time than he was comfortable with with the teen, he would most likely pester the hell out of him to find out before resorting to asking Makio.  Which, given how noisy Yonekuni’s mother is, the blond wouldn’t be satisfied with just a basic lie.

“I’ve had the pleasure,” Shirou’s words were hissed out between nearly clenched teeth, the memories of being a teenager after just losing his parents, “of working with your mother in the past.  I never thought she would be able to get a hold of me so easily again.”

He gave Yonekuni a sidelong glance, silently blaming the teen for bringing him to his mother’s attention and well within her grasp.

“She tends to get her way more often than not, and since she’s teamed up with my boss, I’m at her mercy once more,” Shirou blew out a breath, trying not to let his irritation at being back into the snake’s nest show.  The blond didn’t know his history with Makio, didn’t know the trouble he caused since now Makio and Malory were in cahoots together, against him.

“Seeing as I am now bodyguard as well as an agent for Malory, I still have to work missions for her.  I hope you’re prepared,” the slight feeling of triumph that filled him was pushed down by the fact that he had to keep an eye on both his targets and his ward.  More work for him to do, leaving him to gather the intel that he needed and keep the teen safe.

Briefly wondering what he did in his past life to have his world turned upside down, Shirou glanced at the heavyweight once more.  At his side, having no clue as to the inner turmoil that was going through him at this very moment.  Here he was, head throbbing from both the stitches and the growing frustration of everything spiraling out of his control and into those that wanted both money and power.

Reaching into his pocket for his hotel key, Shirou calmed himself.  It wouldn’t do him any good to let his irritation being taken out on the unaware male.

“We’ll discuss this away from prying eyes, Madarame-san,” Shirou kept his tone formal and distant, his eyes watching and catching the faintest changes in the blond’s expression at the use of his family name.  A look up and down the empty hallway behind them, slipping his key inside and unlocking the door.

“If you’ll follow me,” expression blank, holding the door open so the blond could enter before closing the door behind him.  The press of a button, soft light forcing the darkness away and the impressed sound that came from the younger male.  The dead bolt slipped into place, the small peephole was checked before being covered up.  Out of the corner of his eye, Shirou caught Yonekuni hesitated at the plush chair.  Waving his hand towards the piece of furniture.

“Take a seat, I’ll just be a moment,” closing the curtains, he knew he was being overly cautious about everything, he could even hear his coworkers words in his head.  Yet he was able to complete majority of his missions without drawing attention to himself.  His bed still neatly made, items he had left this morning were still in place.  No one but themselves had entered his room.

“So,” a drawl from the teen, detecting the nervousness that the blond was trying not to show, “what’s with all this?” He waved his hands towards all the precautions he was giving, sweeping the room for any planted bugs, even if he knew no one had been in his room.

“Since you’re now under my charge, there’s a lot you need to know,” Shirou explained, grabbing two bottles of water from the mini-fridge, “and no one else.  Your security is top priority and since I also have to continue to take work from Malory Archer while guarding you, everything I’m telling you you need to follow.”

Handing Yonekuni one of the bottles, Shirou took a seat across from Yonekuni.  Cracking the seal of his bottle, taking a drink of the cold water.

Blue eyes watched him intently, something Shirou was used to.  Normally it wouldn’t bother him, but now it made him feel uncomfortable, a sensation of being studied in the way he studied and treated his targets.  Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he took a deep breath only to release it seconds later.

“It’s obvious that you do need security detail and for whatever reason, you chose me,” a forced smile, his shoulders dropping as the teenager remained quiet, studying him.

“What- no,” a shake of his head, wanting to run his fingers through his hair.

“Since we’ll be spending a lot of time together, there’s some ground rules that you need to learn and follow.”

For the first time since he started talking did the blond show any sort of reaction.  Shirou forged ahead before Yonekuni could speak up and oppose.

“You’ll need to listen to me when it comes to your safety.  If I say go, you go.  Don’t take your time, just go.  Get to cover.  This is extremely important when Malory gives me work and I- you have to come with me.”

“What kind of work?” Yonekuni asked, head cocked a little with a sly smirk playing at his lips.

Shirou pressed his, clenching his fingers around the water bottle, the plastic crinkling.  “You obviously must have an idea, since you were able to contact your mother about me,” he retorted.  “Missions, my work, is to gather intel that could be of further use.  Be it for political or military reasons, they call, I go.  Since I know have to guard you and do this, you’ll be coming along whenever I’m called in.  Be expected to go at the drop of a hat because it can and will happen.”

Another drink of his water, wishing he had taken up the offer for painkillers.  Shirou paused for a moment, also wishing he had taken the bartender’s offer the night before.  At least he would have an enjoyable memory to think about during this.

Finishing the water, Shirou hummed, tossing the empty bottle into the trash before turning his attention back to the blond.  “Because of what I do, you have no say while we’re away.  Can you complain?  Sure, go right ahead.  I don’t care if you do.  I’d imagine you’ll be bored while I’m working, I would prefer it if you stayed in the hotel room.  If you have the urge to move, at least stay in the hotel.  Don’t interfere,” pressing his hand against the plush cushion, Shirou gave Yonekuni a hard look.  “I cannot stress that enough.  You interfere, mention anything or even talk to my targets, they’ll be tipped off and that’ll make my work that much harder.”

“I hope you’re ready to be shadowed everywhere,” he couldn’t help the mocking smirk curl at his lips, wondering how long it would be before Yonekuni vocalized the unfairness.

“You don’t know how much I’m looking forward to it,” came the reply, Yonekuni matching his look.

Silently taking that as a challenge, and while he took his work seriously, he could have a little fun in this whole mess.


Still here

I hope it doesn’t look like I’ve abandoned writing, I haven’t.  I started a new job back at the end of January.  I have stories written in my notebook, I just haven’t sat down to type them out.  

Looking back, there are some fics that have been abandoned and will most likely stay that way, especially the Yonekuni/Shirou/Oushou one.  I cannot go back and finish it.  I wish I hadn’t wrote the non-con/rape.  That is territory that i dont want to ever explore again.

I am also aware that the newer stories that I’ve written are completely different to the style I used to write it.  I do lack the confidence that the older stories had, but I am trying.  Especially the idea of an Older Shirou and a younger Yonekuni.  My crossovers are on hold (kinda), but I hope to get back into the swing of things with them as well.