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snoozing_kittenTitle: 4 times being an evil genius sucked and 1 time it didn’t (or the one where Ryo is a mastermind and YamaPi is his nemesis and just doesn’t know it yet.)
Pairing: Ryo/Koyama, YamaPi/Ryo, Kanjani8/Koyama
Warnings: AU
Summary: Life is sort of hard for Ryo.
You give me evil fantasies
I wanna get inside your mind
Come on and live my fantasies
I'll show you evil you can't hide -- Evil Fantasies - Judas Preist
1. The code of ethics of evil geniuses, or always remember the three R’s
“Just because we’re trying to take over the world doesn’t mean we can’t be economically friendly.” Ryo snapped, stooping to pick up a recyclable yogourt cup from the garbage and threw it in the plastics container instead. Wiping his hands on his jeans he eyed his passing subordinates suspiciously. “I swear, if I ever find out who keeps doing that I’m going to rip their intestines out through their ass.” Wisely no one responded.
Still grumbling to himself he walked briskly down the metallic hall that would eventually after several twisting turns, one dead ends and what seems like a full circle lead to his private office.
By day he was Nishikido Ryo, part time university student and coffee artist at a local café. By night he was The Yellow Jacket evil villain extraordinaire, hell bent on world domination and job equity for everyone.
The heavy door of his private office slid open at a touch of his hand. Koyama looked up from where he was messing with the coffee maker, adding more fair-trade grinds to the 100% reused material filters, chrome tower of advanced technology (taking over the world one step at a time, and the first step too anything in coffee) bubbling happy when he flicked the switch. “Koyama.” Ryo snapped, and his secretary jumped slightly, shuffling on his long legs across the floor to drape himself across the back of the chair that Ryo fell heavily into. He smelled faintly of roses and coffee.
“Yes Ryo-chan?” Minty breath across his cheek, the tall man all but nuzzling the side of his head affectionately.
“Write in my schedule that we need to book the 21st off from work so we can implement measures to assassinate the cabinet minister of finance.”
“Got it, but Marilynn will not be happy, the weekends are busy.” Koyama clicked his tongue faintly.
“I’ll think of something.” Ryo rolled his eyes, making a steeple with his fingertips and maybe just a little pressing his cheek against Koyama’s back like a friendly cat. Their boss was easy enough to con, she thought that Koyama and he were the just ‘the most darn adorable thing ever!’
“The assassin we sent after Yamashita-san vanished again.” Koyama mumbled absently and Ryo sneered this time. Goddamn Yamashita Tomohisa, miserable son of a bitch, he would find a way to defeat him.
“What plan are we on in regards to that fuck-face?”
“Plan I.”
“Send orders for plan J.”
“Your coffee will be done in a moment, is there anything else?”
“In next week’s newsletter please remind everyone that there is a recycling box for a reason and if I find out who isn’t using it I’ll blow their head off?”
“Alright Ryo-chan.” Koyama pecked his cheek lightly and all but flounced over to his own desk to write up this week’s newsletter probably, or whatever it was he did when he wasn’t catering to Ryo’s immediate needs.
2 Leading a double life is hard
“I want an iced mochachinno latte with half-fat milk and a shaken passion-fruit tea.” She batted her eyes over the counter at him, leaning on the counter so her sparse cleavage all but popped; it physically hurt Ryo’s cheeks to smile. It was exactly people like her that made him decide that the world really needed him in charge. Desperately.
“Right away.” Koyama smiled, charming as hell and pretty as the morning sunrise. Ryo rolled his eyes and he rang up their total.
The next person in line made Ryo’s hair rise up on end, a shock going down his spine and his stomach twist in mixed rage an disgust. Yamashita rest his forearms on the counter and smiled at Ryo for the briefest of moments before flicking his eyes down Koyama’s tall form, it took awhile, Koyama was awfully tall.
The real reason he hated his life so much.
“I want an a large coffee milk tea, the usual.” He winked at Koyama with a flirtatious smile on his full lips. Ryo had the urge to place himself between the special agent and his secretary/boyfriend/co-worker and snarl insults, or grope his ass in a totally inappropriate but possessive fashion. The first time Ryo had realized that their costumer was in fact his arch-rival he’d been ecstatic and immediately got his hands on at least six types of poison, could hardly sleep the night before thinking about the best way to kill him off.
So far nothing had worked. From the slow death of heavy metal poisoning to the old fashioned arsenic.
No matter how many different poisons he tried the infuriating man came back day after day and hit on Koyama in the same infuriating fashion. Worst of all by the time Ryo finally gave up adding poison to his morning drink, having run out of poisons to try and even tree-frog venom had no effect, Yamashita took one sip and made a face proclaiming it tasted funny.
Ryo sulked for the rest of the day. (‘What’s with him?’ Yoko looked at the closed door after it slammed behind Ryo whom had only moments in a fit of diva rage stomped into his office, shoved Koyama out and slammed the door behind him, well as much as one could slam sliding doors. ‘Did he finally realized he has the smallest dick in the organization?’ ‘I heard that you fuck face!’, followed by a loud crash of something hitting the door that made Koyama wince and Yoko cackled as walked away.) That night when Yamashita tried to thwart him while Ryo was robbing a museum and it came to the eventual part of the night where it was just the two of them in a semi-epic face-off, instead of the usual martial arts prowess showdown that usually occurred, Ryo just kicked him in the shin and stomped away. Sadly that was probably the most direct damage they’d traded in a long time and Yamashita was rubbing the bruise on his shin for weeks to come.
3. Good help is hard to find
He was briefing them on an assassination, or he was trying to anyways, they were not making it easy. Yoko shoved Shingo, Shingo shoved Yoko, Yoko poked Shingo’s chin hair, Shingo pulled a stray curl on Yoko’s afro. Yasu discreetly copped a feel of Subaru’s crotch, which wasn’t quite discreet and had the effect of making him start out of his daydream. Ohkura was staring off into space like it was infinitely more interesting then anything Ryo had to say. Lastly Uchi was making bedroom eyes at him while running his lips along his teeth and it was sort of scary.
“Will you listen to me please?!” Ryo whined in desperation, face heating up in a fit of rage when the seven of them burst out in laughter all at once.
“Of course Ryo-sama.” Yasuda mocked, and Koyama choked on a giggle from behind his desk, where he was busy colour coordinating Ryo’s schedule.
For a moment he wanted to remind them who the fuck did they think signed their pay-cheques? But despite implications he actually was the bigger man here, he could very well be the mature one. Taking a deep and calming breath thinking about his ideal future where the whole world ran off solar power and there were holidays named after him he found his center again.
“Now let’s start again from the top.”
The rest of the briefing went without a hitch once Ryo managed to ignore the fact that they were for the most part ignoring him in return. “And that’s all for today.”
“A-hem” Koyama coughed very pointedly and Ryo flushed as sniggers erupted in the room.
“I would like to remind you that while killing people is fine, you are under standing orders not to harm any puppies or kittens while on mission. Dismissed.” He glared over his shoulder in a ‘are you happy now?’ fashion but Koyama was too busy looking pleased with himself to notice.
4 And sometimes in the middle of the night.
The room was dark and somewhere, he was completely alone, the feeling of his heart thundering so loud through his head he was sure the person chasing him could hear it too. Pressing his back against the coolness of the wall he closed his eyes and listened for any sounds. There was nothing that gave his predator away.
Letting out his held breath in a long silent stream he almost jumped right out of his skin when someone grabbed his wrist, fingers so tight around the delicate joint that he could feel bones grinding against each other. Biting down harshly on his lip he twisted up trying to break the hold on his arm, instead the other body pushed back and slammed him against the wall hard enough the knock the breath from his lungs.
“I caught you.”
“Yamashita.” Ryo hissed, narrowing his eyes at the shadowy figure of the larger man.
“It’s right Yellow Jacket” Hot breath against his lips, smelling faintly of the milk tea that he always ordered in the mornings. “And I finally found out your real identity.” Fear made his stomach twist, images of his quiet mornings in the café cleaning with Koyama flashing through his mind faster then he could grab them, all of it slipping away as adrenaline flooded his system. “You’re just a cock-hungry slut aren’t you?”
The oppressive weight of the other man pinning him completely to the wall, both wrists trapped and the unmistakable heat of another cock pressing against his hip, and he was gasping wildly having forgot for a moment how to breath properly. “Get off of me.” Ryo snarled, shocked when he voice came out strained instead of royally pissed off.
“No.” He licked the side of Ryo’s face; tongue soft and wet under his right eye and Ryo smacked his head against the wall trying to pull away. “Not when you want this as bad as I do.”
With both his wrists trapped above his head Yamashita’s other hand was free to roam his body, pinching his nipples through his button down shirt, the sharp edges of his nails catching as they hardened. Sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth Ryo wiggled sideways as much as he could.
“Nu-uh, you’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.”
A knee between his forced his legs apart and Ryo gasped, and he was really stuck now. Yamashita crushed their lips together and Ryo froze. There. Was. No. Fucking. Way. And when the taller man pushed their bodies together he realized with nothing less then pure horror that he was hard. Suddenly so hard it hurt and the pressure felt so fucking fantastic his eyes rolled back in his head.
And Ryo woke up humping the mattress smothering himself in his pillow.
He was half tempted to finish the job by grabbing the pillow and smothering himself to death right there because obviously something was seriously twisted in his psyche (even worse so then his determination to rule the world that is). Desperate to erase the feeling of Yamashita’s breath shivering over his face he rolled onto Koyama’s side of the mattress.
Koyama woke that night with Ryo chewing on his ear and kneading his ass with something like vicious passion. Moaning and arching into the contact he stifled a yawn when Ryo vanished for a moment to get the lube. He let Ryo fuck him twice that night, the first time when he was sleepy and pliant to Ryo’s every whim, the second time with him riding the other man.
When Ryo came he mumbled something Koyama didn’t catch, but assumed was his name.
(The next time Yamashita walked into the café Ryo ran away claiming stomach problems and hid in the bathroom leaving Koyama to fend for himself.)
5 Sometimes dysfunctional is actually best.
Ryo had a ‘Two Master Minds are Better Then One’ meeting all morning. Such meetings usually entailed all the resident evil geniuses get together and have a pint while bitching about rivals and stupid second-hand men. He mentally noted to tell Koyama that they would be hosting the next Evil Cook-Off in the secret base next month and to make arrangements. He was going to kick Matsumoto’s ass this time, if he had to sabotage the beauty’s stove to do so.
Kame had been a pain to deal with as always and Ryo wondered why he even still went to these meetings. He hadn’t got up the nerve to ask if anyone else had dreams about being sexually dominated by their rivals, and so there really wasn’t a point, he had better things to do like organize sensitivity training for the new recruits and do the New York Times crossword.
Letting out a haggard sigh Ryo nodded absently at his underlings and glared hard at Shige, his accountant, when the other man looked like he had something to say. Shige just glared back and Ryo wondered when he’d lost all the respect of his position. He was an evil genius god damn it, and what was Shige an Evil Accountant? Deciding to postpone his lunch until he fetched Koyama to bounce new ideas off the taller man for the cook-off he stepped up to his office, the door sliding open with the usual quiet swish of hydraulics.
“H-hey!” Ryo cried out dismayed.
The entirety of Kanjani8 and his secretary were having what looked like a game of naked twister in front of his desk.
“You’re back early.” Ohkura noted absently, looking at him through dark lashes his cheeks flushed as Maruyama enthusiastically sucked him off.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ryo crossed his arms over his chest and tried not to stare hard at the fact that there were eight bared cocks attached to eight hot men and not a shred of clothing to be found, in his office no less. “That.” He gestured abstractly to where Koyama’s narrow ass was sandwiched between Yoko and Shingo’s hip, the two of them panting into his neck, none of the above seemed to even realize he was there. “Is mine.”
“That.” Uchi hissed. Loosing his train of thought as his eyelids fluttered Yasuda pawing between his legs, hands slick with something. “If you don’t join fast, Shingo’s gonna fuck him and all you’ll get is sloppy seconds.” Uchi staring at him from the narrow space between his dark dark eyelashes, and Koyama crying out in the background as he fucked himself on Yoko’s fingers, and Ryo was flushing hot and cold all over.
Well maybe just this one time it would be okay.
Pairing: Ryo/Koyama, YamaPi/Ryo, Kanjani8/Koyama
Warnings: AU
Summary: Life is sort of hard for Ryo.
You give me evil fantasies
I wanna get inside your mind
Come on and live my fantasies
I'll show you evil you can't hide -- Evil Fantasies - Judas Preist
1. The code of ethics of evil geniuses, or always remember the three R’s
“Just because we’re trying to take over the world doesn’t mean we can’t be economically friendly.” Ryo snapped, stooping to pick up a recyclable yogourt cup from the garbage and threw it in the plastics container instead. Wiping his hands on his jeans he eyed his passing subordinates suspiciously. “I swear, if I ever find out who keeps doing that I’m going to rip their intestines out through their ass.” Wisely no one responded.
Still grumbling to himself he walked briskly down the metallic hall that would eventually after several twisting turns, one dead ends and what seems like a full circle lead to his private office.
By day he was Nishikido Ryo, part time university student and coffee artist at a local café. By night he was The Yellow Jacket evil villain extraordinaire, hell bent on world domination and job equity for everyone.
The heavy door of his private office slid open at a touch of his hand. Koyama looked up from where he was messing with the coffee maker, adding more fair-trade grinds to the 100% reused material filters, chrome tower of advanced technology (taking over the world one step at a time, and the first step too anything in coffee) bubbling happy when he flicked the switch. “Koyama.” Ryo snapped, and his secretary jumped slightly, shuffling on his long legs across the floor to drape himself across the back of the chair that Ryo fell heavily into. He smelled faintly of roses and coffee.
“Yes Ryo-chan?” Minty breath across his cheek, the tall man all but nuzzling the side of his head affectionately.
“Write in my schedule that we need to book the 21st off from work so we can implement measures to assassinate the cabinet minister of finance.”
“Got it, but Marilynn will not be happy, the weekends are busy.” Koyama clicked his tongue faintly.
“I’ll think of something.” Ryo rolled his eyes, making a steeple with his fingertips and maybe just a little pressing his cheek against Koyama’s back like a friendly cat. Their boss was easy enough to con, she thought that Koyama and he were the just ‘the most darn adorable thing ever!’
“The assassin we sent after Yamashita-san vanished again.” Koyama mumbled absently and Ryo sneered this time. Goddamn Yamashita Tomohisa, miserable son of a bitch, he would find a way to defeat him.
“What plan are we on in regards to that fuck-face?”
“Plan I.”
“Send orders for plan J.”
“Your coffee will be done in a moment, is there anything else?”
“In next week’s newsletter please remind everyone that there is a recycling box for a reason and if I find out who isn’t using it I’ll blow their head off?”
“Alright Ryo-chan.” Koyama pecked his cheek lightly and all but flounced over to his own desk to write up this week’s newsletter probably, or whatever it was he did when he wasn’t catering to Ryo’s immediate needs.
2 Leading a double life is hard
“I want an iced mochachinno latte with half-fat milk and a shaken passion-fruit tea.” She batted her eyes over the counter at him, leaning on the counter so her sparse cleavage all but popped; it physically hurt Ryo’s cheeks to smile. It was exactly people like her that made him decide that the world really needed him in charge. Desperately.
“Right away.” Koyama smiled, charming as hell and pretty as the morning sunrise. Ryo rolled his eyes and he rang up their total.
The next person in line made Ryo’s hair rise up on end, a shock going down his spine and his stomach twist in mixed rage an disgust. Yamashita rest his forearms on the counter and smiled at Ryo for the briefest of moments before flicking his eyes down Koyama’s tall form, it took awhile, Koyama was awfully tall.
The real reason he hated his life so much.
“I want an a large coffee milk tea, the usual.” He winked at Koyama with a flirtatious smile on his full lips. Ryo had the urge to place himself between the special agent and his secretary/boyfriend/co-worker and snarl insults, or grope his ass in a totally inappropriate but possessive fashion. The first time Ryo had realized that their costumer was in fact his arch-rival he’d been ecstatic and immediately got his hands on at least six types of poison, could hardly sleep the night before thinking about the best way to kill him off.
So far nothing had worked. From the slow death of heavy metal poisoning to the old fashioned arsenic.
No matter how many different poisons he tried the infuriating man came back day after day and hit on Koyama in the same infuriating fashion. Worst of all by the time Ryo finally gave up adding poison to his morning drink, having run out of poisons to try and even tree-frog venom had no effect, Yamashita took one sip and made a face proclaiming it tasted funny.
Ryo sulked for the rest of the day. (‘What’s with him?’ Yoko looked at the closed door after it slammed behind Ryo whom had only moments in a fit of diva rage stomped into his office, shoved Koyama out and slammed the door behind him, well as much as one could slam sliding doors. ‘Did he finally realized he has the smallest dick in the organization?’ ‘I heard that you fuck face!’, followed by a loud crash of something hitting the door that made Koyama wince and Yoko cackled as walked away.) That night when Yamashita tried to thwart him while Ryo was robbing a museum and it came to the eventual part of the night where it was just the two of them in a semi-epic face-off, instead of the usual martial arts prowess showdown that usually occurred, Ryo just kicked him in the shin and stomped away. Sadly that was probably the most direct damage they’d traded in a long time and Yamashita was rubbing the bruise on his shin for weeks to come.
3. Good help is hard to find
He was briefing them on an assassination, or he was trying to anyways, they were not making it easy. Yoko shoved Shingo, Shingo shoved Yoko, Yoko poked Shingo’s chin hair, Shingo pulled a stray curl on Yoko’s afro. Yasu discreetly copped a feel of Subaru’s crotch, which wasn’t quite discreet and had the effect of making him start out of his daydream. Ohkura was staring off into space like it was infinitely more interesting then anything Ryo had to say. Lastly Uchi was making bedroom eyes at him while running his lips along his teeth and it was sort of scary.
“Will you listen to me please?!” Ryo whined in desperation, face heating up in a fit of rage when the seven of them burst out in laughter all at once.
“Of course Ryo-sama.” Yasuda mocked, and Koyama choked on a giggle from behind his desk, where he was busy colour coordinating Ryo’s schedule.
For a moment he wanted to remind them who the fuck did they think signed their pay-cheques? But despite implications he actually was the bigger man here, he could very well be the mature one. Taking a deep and calming breath thinking about his ideal future where the whole world ran off solar power and there were holidays named after him he found his center again.
“Now let’s start again from the top.”
The rest of the briefing went without a hitch once Ryo managed to ignore the fact that they were for the most part ignoring him in return. “And that’s all for today.”
“A-hem” Koyama coughed very pointedly and Ryo flushed as sniggers erupted in the room.
“I would like to remind you that while killing people is fine, you are under standing orders not to harm any puppies or kittens while on mission. Dismissed.” He glared over his shoulder in a ‘are you happy now?’ fashion but Koyama was too busy looking pleased with himself to notice.
4 And sometimes in the middle of the night.
The room was dark and somewhere, he was completely alone, the feeling of his heart thundering so loud through his head he was sure the person chasing him could hear it too. Pressing his back against the coolness of the wall he closed his eyes and listened for any sounds. There was nothing that gave his predator away.
Letting out his held breath in a long silent stream he almost jumped right out of his skin when someone grabbed his wrist, fingers so tight around the delicate joint that he could feel bones grinding against each other. Biting down harshly on his lip he twisted up trying to break the hold on his arm, instead the other body pushed back and slammed him against the wall hard enough the knock the breath from his lungs.
“I caught you.”
“Yamashita.” Ryo hissed, narrowing his eyes at the shadowy figure of the larger man.
“It’s right Yellow Jacket” Hot breath against his lips, smelling faintly of the milk tea that he always ordered in the mornings. “And I finally found out your real identity.” Fear made his stomach twist, images of his quiet mornings in the café cleaning with Koyama flashing through his mind faster then he could grab them, all of it slipping away as adrenaline flooded his system. “You’re just a cock-hungry slut aren’t you?”
The oppressive weight of the other man pinning him completely to the wall, both wrists trapped and the unmistakable heat of another cock pressing against his hip, and he was gasping wildly having forgot for a moment how to breath properly. “Get off of me.” Ryo snarled, shocked when he voice came out strained instead of royally pissed off.
“No.” He licked the side of Ryo’s face; tongue soft and wet under his right eye and Ryo smacked his head against the wall trying to pull away. “Not when you want this as bad as I do.”
With both his wrists trapped above his head Yamashita’s other hand was free to roam his body, pinching his nipples through his button down shirt, the sharp edges of his nails catching as they hardened. Sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth Ryo wiggled sideways as much as he could.
“Nu-uh, you’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.”
A knee between his forced his legs apart and Ryo gasped, and he was really stuck now. Yamashita crushed their lips together and Ryo froze. There. Was. No. Fucking. Way. And when the taller man pushed their bodies together he realized with nothing less then pure horror that he was hard. Suddenly so hard it hurt and the pressure felt so fucking fantastic his eyes rolled back in his head.
And Ryo woke up humping the mattress smothering himself in his pillow.
He was half tempted to finish the job by grabbing the pillow and smothering himself to death right there because obviously something was seriously twisted in his psyche (even worse so then his determination to rule the world that is). Desperate to erase the feeling of Yamashita’s breath shivering over his face he rolled onto Koyama’s side of the mattress.
Koyama woke that night with Ryo chewing on his ear and kneading his ass with something like vicious passion. Moaning and arching into the contact he stifled a yawn when Ryo vanished for a moment to get the lube. He let Ryo fuck him twice that night, the first time when he was sleepy and pliant to Ryo’s every whim, the second time with him riding the other man.
When Ryo came he mumbled something Koyama didn’t catch, but assumed was his name.
(The next time Yamashita walked into the café Ryo ran away claiming stomach problems and hid in the bathroom leaving Koyama to fend for himself.)
5 Sometimes dysfunctional is actually best.
Ryo had a ‘Two Master Minds are Better Then One’ meeting all morning. Such meetings usually entailed all the resident evil geniuses get together and have a pint while bitching about rivals and stupid second-hand men. He mentally noted to tell Koyama that they would be hosting the next Evil Cook-Off in the secret base next month and to make arrangements. He was going to kick Matsumoto’s ass this time, if he had to sabotage the beauty’s stove to do so.
Kame had been a pain to deal with as always and Ryo wondered why he even still went to these meetings. He hadn’t got up the nerve to ask if anyone else had dreams about being sexually dominated by their rivals, and so there really wasn’t a point, he had better things to do like organize sensitivity training for the new recruits and do the New York Times crossword.
Letting out a haggard sigh Ryo nodded absently at his underlings and glared hard at Shige, his accountant, when the other man looked like he had something to say. Shige just glared back and Ryo wondered when he’d lost all the respect of his position. He was an evil genius god damn it, and what was Shige an Evil Accountant? Deciding to postpone his lunch until he fetched Koyama to bounce new ideas off the taller man for the cook-off he stepped up to his office, the door sliding open with the usual quiet swish of hydraulics.
“H-hey!” Ryo cried out dismayed.
The entirety of Kanjani8 and his secretary were having what looked like a game of naked twister in front of his desk.
“You’re back early.” Ohkura noted absently, looking at him through dark lashes his cheeks flushed as Maruyama enthusiastically sucked him off.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Ryo crossed his arms over his chest and tried not to stare hard at the fact that there were eight bared cocks attached to eight hot men and not a shred of clothing to be found, in his office no less. “That.” He gestured abstractly to where Koyama’s narrow ass was sandwiched between Yoko and Shingo’s hip, the two of them panting into his neck, none of the above seemed to even realize he was there. “Is mine.”
“That.” Uchi hissed. Loosing his train of thought as his eyelids fluttered Yasuda pawing between his legs, hands slick with something. “If you don’t join fast, Shingo’s gonna fuck him and all you’ll get is sloppy seconds.” Uchi staring at him from the narrow space between his dark dark eyelashes, and Koyama crying out in the background as he fucked himself on Yoko’s fingers, and Ryo was flushing hot and cold all over.
Well maybe just this one time it would be okay.
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Date: 2009-02-09 06:57 pm (UTC)I love you. So SO much! -goes back to read again-
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Date: 2009-02-11 09:34 pm (UTC)Super happy! Thank you so much for commenting!
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Date: 2009-02-09 07:40 pm (UTC)This was completely awesome-- I really enjoyed it!
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Date: 2009-02-11 09:36 pm (UTC)I'm really glad you liked it~ thank you so much for the comment!
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Date: 2009-02-09 09:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-11 09:37 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for the sweet comment!! :D
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Date: 2009-02-10 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-11 09:38 pm (UTC)Thank you for the comment!
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Date: 2009-02-10 10:06 am (UTC)2 paragraph into this read and you already got me rolling XDDDDD
will be back in a few~! *runs back*
So AMAZING. I humbly bow down to your awsumeness
Date: 2009-02-10 10:25 am (UTC)the image is just too great. Keep dreaming Ryo-chan *snigger*
Shige as the long suffering Evil Accountant? Match made in HEAVEN
P-Ryo's arch rivalry is just too delicious~ <3 talk about major UST (or mostly just Ryo's side? XD)
And for some odd reason SailorMoon's Tuxedo Mask flashed right over Yamapi's face in my head... *_*
Thanks for the great laugh! <333
Re: So AMAZING. I humbly bow down to your awsumeness
Date: 2009-02-11 09:42 pm (UTC)Shige as the long suffering Evil Accountant? Match made in HEAVEN
Haha!! His days are probably far from boring at least XD
P-Ryo's arch rivalry is just too delicious~ <3 talk about major UST (or mostly just Ryo's side? XD)
And for some odd reason SailorMoon's Tuxedo Mask flashed right over Yamapi's face in my head... *_*
As far as I can tell, they have a very strange love triangle going on. Plan J, which I totally forgot to add includes using Koyama as live bait. Oddly, I totally thought of him a few times too and somehow it just fit =X
Thank you for the great comment!! Really!
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Date: 2009-02-10 05:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-11 09:43 pm (UTC)Ryo sort of owns that department right now, tho Jun would just be plain scary
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Date: 2009-02-11 08:03 am (UTC)There is so much crack and win in this that, like whoa, is FREAKING AWESOME!! :D
All I can coherently say is that Ryo/Koyama/Pi in this fashion is great! I love that Ryo wants to take over the world, and that Yamapi is his arch nemesis, and then the orgy at the end, hahahahaah:)
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Date: 2009-02-11 09:47 pm (UTC)Their little love scalene-triangle is awkward and amusing, I should like to think they are awkward and cute in RL. I wish.
:DD!!! Thank you for the darling comment~~~~
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Date: 2009-02-12 02:43 am (UTC)*.*
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Date: 2009-02-12 02:47 am (UTC)No offence honey, but there isn't enough chocolate in the world to make me write Akame, but you're welcome to write your own version of it.
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Date: 2009-02-12 03:01 am (UTC)wasn't trying to make you write one, but sorry if i offended you. this fic is really funny and i was wondering how would kattun fit into this verse, their personalities, i mean, and as i'm an akame fangirl, everything tends to go there. sorry
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Date: 2009-02-12 03:06 am (UTC)Well I'm sure at the cook-off Jun and Ryo would get in an epic cat fight, and Kame would burn things while Maru squealed and tried to fix it. Or... something xD Obviously Inohara would win the cook-off anyways, so the point really is moot.
kat-tun would totally run one of those coporation-front-for-evil-empire type gigs, and Kame would compulsively straiten his glasses ne?
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Date: 2009-02-12 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 12:56 am (UTC)Ryo, to me, always seemed two parts flamming queer and one part violence. It makes him special :DDD
(Shige is two parts nerd, one part queer)
Thank you for reading *_____*
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Date: 2009-02-14 10:38 am (UTC)I always love your Ryo/Koyama fanfic 8DDD and this one makes me...........nosebleeding now. I'm serious.
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Date: 2009-03-24 05:58 am (UTC)have I mentioned before that I absolutely loooooooove your KoyamaxRyo????? :D
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Date: 2009-03-25 01:02 am (UTC)Hmmm, probably but I do so like hearing it LOL~~ thank you so much! I'm just happy that I can make other people see how hot they are too! *__*