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Category: Freaks Fic
Title: Chain Smoking
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Amano/Asagi
Warnings: Shonen-ai, spoilers for Volume 2
Disclaimer: Category: Freaks belongs to Gokurakuin Sakurako. I am making no profit from this, and no infringement is intended.
Notes: I wrote this quite a while ago, I think, but I forgot all about it until now.
“You can like me if you want to.”
Those words had haunted him ever since Junior High. Amano had no idea why he attracted so many gay men - if Asagi was even gay, as human adjectives didn’t seem to apply to him very often, except for ‘weird’. He could just about ignore Ayu’s attentions as he didn’t have to see him every day, but he had to put up with Asagi flirting with him at least once a week. He wasn’t entirely sure what to think about it
It did make him fairly uncomfortable, although not as uncomfortable as Yahiro or Mahime; Ayu was clingy enough to both irritate him and freak him out, which made Asagi the person he was most comfortable with. It was strange, but he figured that it was partially due to he fact that he’d known Asagi the longest and had almost grown used to the Stand’s quirks. Almost - new ones seemed to appear without warning.
When he walked in on Asagi lying on the couch with Izumi tending to him, he hadn’t just felt uncomfortable at walking in on an apparent romantic situation - although the thought of Asagi in any romantic situation made his mind boggle - he had felt jealous of the handsome dark-haired being for being able to get so close to Asagi. Reassurance that he had overreacted had made the strange emotion fade, only to make him wonder why he had felt it, and why there was nothing between Asagi and Izumi; why Asagi seemed to be more attracted to him.
He had to admit that Asagi was attractive. He had developed a huge crush on him while he was cross-dressing at Amano’s Junior High School for the Kiriko case, and it had never really faded. He was inhumanly beautiful, but he was also just human enough not to intimidate people by it.
Not long after Eastside had visited to tell them about the Black Freaks, Amano happened upon Asagi sitting quietly on the windowsill of his office, an almost full ashtray next to him. The room reeked of cigarette smoke and it did not take a genius to realise that he was agitated - no doubt by the situation by Hainuwele. He didn’t look up when Amano entered, instead choosing to continue to stare out of the window. He looked far older like this, and for a moment, though not for the first time, Amano wondered just how old Asagi really was.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
Asagi sighed. “Fine. I’m just tired.”
Amano crossed the room to stand by him and reached out his hand to tentatively place his hand on Asagi’s shoulder. Asagi leaned almost imperceptibly into the touch.
“We can beat them, you know?” Amano said, managing to sound a lot calmer than he felt. “I know we can.”
“So you have precognitive abilities now?” Asagi asked as he stubbed out his cigarette. He stood and faced Amano, a solemn expression on his face. “Or do you just overestimate my abilities?”
“I’ve seen you fight without Izumi, and I’ve seen the Black Freaks,” Amano told him. “You have a chance.”
“Prince Eastside couldn’t defeat one of them,” Asagi reminded him, “and he is our leader. How can I defeat all of them?”
“You’ve got me,” Amano replied. “Me, Tokiko, Mahime, Yahiro, Izumi… We aren’t totally useless, you know. I know that you want to protect us, but we all accepted this job knowing what we were getting ourselves into.”
“Did you?” Asagi asked. “Did you really? Did you sign yourself up knowing that there was a fair chance that you could die at the hands of a monster at any time?”
“Yeah,” Amano admitted. He let his hand slide down Asagi’s arm so that he was holding the Stand’s hand. Asagi had incredibly long fingers, stained yellow from his cigarettes. For some reason, Amano found that the habit he usually abhorred was attractive on Asagi, probably because it made him seem more human. It was a vice that supernatural beings with tentacles weren’t supposed to have, but that Asagi did.
Asagi gripped his fingers tightly to stop Amano from turning and leaving, although Amano had realised that he didn’t want to.
“If I give you the chance to leave, then you should take it,” Asagi told him, his words contradicting the desperate grasp on Amano’s hand. Amano, summoning the courage from somewhere, leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. It was very brief and very innocent, but it told Asagi all that he had needed to know.
“I’m not leaving you,” Amano whispered when he pulled away. “Never.”
Asagi chuckled slightly and rested his head on Amano’s chest, still holding onto his hand even though his grip had relaxed.
“I knew you liked me,” he said smugly.
“Oh shut up.”
Title: Investigative Stalkers
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own either Category: Freaks or Ghost Hunt and I am making no money from the distribution of this story.
Warnings: Crossover
Summary: When they are followed on their way to a new job, Amano discovers that Asagi can't even pick up regular stalkers.
Notes: I claimed Category: Freaks on the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
25crossovers community, um, three times, making it more like seventy five crossovers for me... This is the first of the prompts that I've written for it so far, and the first time that I've even tried writing Ghost Hunt characters.
“We’re being followed.”
It should be illegal, Amano thought, for someone not to sound in the slightest bit worried when they make such a statement, but, he supposed, that Asagi was one of the very few people in the world who really didn’t have to fear stalkers, murderers or rapists, because he was scarier than all three of those types of people combined. Now that it had been said, however, he felt an incredibly strong urge to turn around and see who or what – you never did know with Asagi – was following them. A soft, warning growl from his companion was enough to make him keep his gaze pointing forwards.
“Do you know who it is?” he asked.
“Humans,” Asagi said. “One of them has Shikigami: spirits used as a kind of familiar by onmyouji.”
“Are they dangerous?” Amano asked nervously. He had seen enough strange things, and had enough experience with the supernatural to know that spirits, while they could be better behaved than Freaks, could also be malicious.
“Only if their master sets them on us,” Asagi said, a small, cocky smile making the corners of his mouth tilt upwards slightly, as he glanced at Amano from the corner of his eye. He looked too pretty like that, Amano thought, and he looked away in an attempt to control his sudden blush.
“Don’t worry,” Asagi continued, his voice teasing. “I’ll protect you from the big bad sorcerer and his pets.”
“They aren’t that dangerous then?” Amano asked.
Asagi shrugged. “To humans and Freaks they can be, if their master decides to use them in that way. They tend to be used mostly for espionage, however, as most humans can’t see or feel them.”
“So they aren’t in the slightest bit dangerous to you then, are they Asagi?”
His only response was another smirk – did Asagi realise how infuriating he could be when he did that? – and silence. They continued down the main street, Asagi glancing up at street signs occasionally, to check for the side street that would take them to their latest case. It was, apparently, just a standard haunting, and so they’d left Tokiko behind at the office in Mahime’s care. Amano was becoming more and more curious about their stalkers, but he decided against risking Asagi’s ire and turning around. There would, no doubt, be a confrontation at some point, during which Asagi would either scare them off or charm them away. Amano hoped it was the first: for some reason he found Asagi much more terrifying when he was being charming than when he was actually trying to be frightening.
“Down here,” Asagi said quietly.
The street was little more than an alleyway, but according to the GPS on Amano’s mobile it led out into a residential area of the city, just two streets away from where their ghost was supposed to be. The alley was also the perfect place for a…there – Asagi stopped and turned, leaning against the wall of the alley almost casually, and he lit a cigarette. Amano turned as well so that his position almost mirrored Asagi – he just couldn’t quite pull off nonchalance in such a situation – and he blinked.
One of their stalkers was a teenage girl. She was quite pretty, he supposed, with short brown hair and long legs exposed by a short skirt. Her companion was a tall, black haired man, who was dressed neatly in a white shirt with black slacks. They looked nothing like he had expected – although he really should have figured that they wouldn’t, because he was with Asagi and there was no way that Asagi could ever pick up regular stalkers.
“Can I help you?” Asagi asked them, staring up at them through his long eyelashes. Despite the almost flirtatious tilt of his head, his gaze was hard, and Amano relaxed: a scary warning off was looking more and more likely after all.
The two stalkers exchanged glances. The girl shrugged and the man sighed and they both turned back to Asagi with the same expression of resignation on their faces.
“We’re from Shibuya Psychic Research,” the girl said, and Amano couldn’t hold back a snigger. “We’ve, um, heard reports about strange activity around you…”
“You mean, we’re a paranormal investigation service being investigated by a paranormal investigation service who want to know if there’s anything paranormal going on?” he asked. “Am I the only one who thinks this is ridiculous?”
The girl gave him a slightly guilty grin, and Amano got the impression that she was doing this because she was ordered to. Asagi snorted and shook his head.
“If that’s all, we have work to do,” he said, straightening. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was still looking at them with that hard, cold gaze. He’s angry, Amano realised, at being followed by them. He doesn’t want them to know what he is.
“You said you were from a company similar to ours,” the man said. “Which one?”
“Asagi Nanami: Investigators of Paranormal Phenomena,” Asagi told him. “I’m the CEO. I suggest that you stop your investigation: it’s pointless. You know as well as I do that in our line of work the supernatural will begin to follow us around if we hunt it long enough.”
“True,” the man conceded.
Asagi nodded, and turned away from them. “Come on,” he muttered to Amano. Amano, with one last glance back at the two stalkers – could he legitimately call them that now? – turned to follow his boss.
Nothing was said until they had gone round the corner and into the residential area. Amano looked over at Asagi. He didn’t seem too upset by the events; in fact, he seemed slightly amused by it.
“Why didn’t you do your usual ‘I am a Stand; fear me’ thing?” he asked.
“Because it would have been incredibly inconvenient,” Asagi sighed, as took a drag of his cigarette. “The man was the onmyouji, and despite his being human, he could have cast a binding spell powerful enough to give me a headache. And besides, our being in the same profession could have made things difficult.”
“Oh…”Amano murmured. Asagi glanced at him and smiled.
“Don’t worry about it,” Asagi told him. “We might never run into them again. And if we do, I doubt that it will be you that they’re interested in.”
CFGH
The young CEO of Shibuya Psychic Research Kazuya Shibuya, also known as Naru, looked up from his book as his two assistants entered the office.
“Well?” he asked.
“You were right,” Lin said.
“Huh?” Mai asked. “Right about what?”
“Asagi Nanami is not human,” Lin said. Mai’s eyes widened in shock, and she looked to Naru to see his reaction. He didn’t look surprised.
“Then…what is he?” she asked. “He looked human to me.”
“Appearances can be deceiving,” Naru told her. “Go on.”
“I don’t know what he is,” Lin said. “The Shikigami wouldn’t go near him, and he felt…wrong, somehow. I’ve never felt anything like that. His companion was human though. It didn’t seem like he had any special abilities.”
“You didn’t sense anything, Mai?”
“The white haired one, Nanami, made me feel scared, but…I just, he looked so normal,” Mai said, shaking her head slightly. She froze when she remembered his eyes: a strange red colour, which she’d told herself was brown, and pupils that looked thin and slitted like a cat’s. She gulped nervously. “Um…is he dangerous? I mean, do we need to do anything about him?”
“I don’t think so if he’s willingly consorting with humans,” Naru said. He looked back down at his book. “We’ll keep an eye open just in case, but I doubt we need to do anything.”
Lin nodded. Mai looked less convinced, but nodded too. It was only when she was in the kitchenette, waiting for the kettle to boil to make Naru’s tea, when she remembered the way Nanami had paused before leaving; had looked up at his companion and said something too quiet for her to hear, and the look on his friend’s face. Friend…he and the human boy had known each other well, she knew that somehow. She smiled faintly. If the boy had known him well enough to trust him – as she felt he did – then they would be okay. He would be okay, both of them.
They would keep an eye on Asagi Nanami, and that would be enough.
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Amano/Asagi
Warnings: Shonen-ai, spoilers for Volume 2
Disclaimer: Category: Freaks belongs to Gokurakuin Sakurako. I am making no profit from this, and no infringement is intended.
Notes: I wrote this quite a while ago, I think, but I forgot all about it until now.
“You can like me if you want to.”
Those words had haunted him ever since Junior High. Amano had no idea why he attracted so many gay men - if Asagi was even gay, as human adjectives didn’t seem to apply to him very often, except for ‘weird’. He could just about ignore Ayu’s attentions as he didn’t have to see him every day, but he had to put up with Asagi flirting with him at least once a week. He wasn’t entirely sure what to think about it
It did make him fairly uncomfortable, although not as uncomfortable as Yahiro or Mahime; Ayu was clingy enough to both irritate him and freak him out, which made Asagi the person he was most comfortable with. It was strange, but he figured that it was partially due to he fact that he’d known Asagi the longest and had almost grown used to the Stand’s quirks. Almost - new ones seemed to appear without warning.
When he walked in on Asagi lying on the couch with Izumi tending to him, he hadn’t just felt uncomfortable at walking in on an apparent romantic situation - although the thought of Asagi in any romantic situation made his mind boggle - he had felt jealous of the handsome dark-haired being for being able to get so close to Asagi. Reassurance that he had overreacted had made the strange emotion fade, only to make him wonder why he had felt it, and why there was nothing between Asagi and Izumi; why Asagi seemed to be more attracted to him.
He had to admit that Asagi was attractive. He had developed a huge crush on him while he was cross-dressing at Amano’s Junior High School for the Kiriko case, and it had never really faded. He was inhumanly beautiful, but he was also just human enough not to intimidate people by it.
Not long after Eastside had visited to tell them about the Black Freaks, Amano happened upon Asagi sitting quietly on the windowsill of his office, an almost full ashtray next to him. The room reeked of cigarette smoke and it did not take a genius to realise that he was agitated - no doubt by the situation by Hainuwele. He didn’t look up when Amano entered, instead choosing to continue to stare out of the window. He looked far older like this, and for a moment, though not for the first time, Amano wondered just how old Asagi really was.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly.
Asagi sighed. “Fine. I’m just tired.”
Amano crossed the room to stand by him and reached out his hand to tentatively place his hand on Asagi’s shoulder. Asagi leaned almost imperceptibly into the touch.
“We can beat them, you know?” Amano said, managing to sound a lot calmer than he felt. “I know we can.”
“So you have precognitive abilities now?” Asagi asked as he stubbed out his cigarette. He stood and faced Amano, a solemn expression on his face. “Or do you just overestimate my abilities?”
“I’ve seen you fight without Izumi, and I’ve seen the Black Freaks,” Amano told him. “You have a chance.”
“Prince Eastside couldn’t defeat one of them,” Asagi reminded him, “and he is our leader. How can I defeat all of them?”
“You’ve got me,” Amano replied. “Me, Tokiko, Mahime, Yahiro, Izumi… We aren’t totally useless, you know. I know that you want to protect us, but we all accepted this job knowing what we were getting ourselves into.”
“Did you?” Asagi asked. “Did you really? Did you sign yourself up knowing that there was a fair chance that you could die at the hands of a monster at any time?”
“Yeah,” Amano admitted. He let his hand slide down Asagi’s arm so that he was holding the Stand’s hand. Asagi had incredibly long fingers, stained yellow from his cigarettes. For some reason, Amano found that the habit he usually abhorred was attractive on Asagi, probably because it made him seem more human. It was a vice that supernatural beings with tentacles weren’t supposed to have, but that Asagi did.
Asagi gripped his fingers tightly to stop Amano from turning and leaving, although Amano had realised that he didn’t want to.
“If I give you the chance to leave, then you should take it,” Asagi told him, his words contradicting the desperate grasp on Amano’s hand. Amano, summoning the courage from somewhere, leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. It was very brief and very innocent, but it told Asagi all that he had needed to know.
“I’m not leaving you,” Amano whispered when he pulled away. “Never.”
Asagi chuckled slightly and rested his head on Amano’s chest, still holding onto his hand even though his grip had relaxed.
“I knew you liked me,” he said smugly.
“Oh shut up.”
Title: Investigative Stalkers
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own either Category: Freaks or Ghost Hunt and I am making no money from the distribution of this story.
Warnings: Crossover
Summary: When they are followed on their way to a new job, Amano discovers that Asagi can't even pick up regular stalkers.
Notes: I claimed Category: Freaks on the
25crossovers community, um, three times, making it more like seventy five crossovers for me... This is the first of the prompts that I've written for it so far, and the first time that I've even tried writing Ghost Hunt characters.“We’re being followed.”
It should be illegal, Amano thought, for someone not to sound in the slightest bit worried when they make such a statement, but, he supposed, that Asagi was one of the very few people in the world who really didn’t have to fear stalkers, murderers or rapists, because he was scarier than all three of those types of people combined. Now that it had been said, however, he felt an incredibly strong urge to turn around and see who or what – you never did know with Asagi – was following them. A soft, warning growl from his companion was enough to make him keep his gaze pointing forwards.
“Do you know who it is?” he asked.
“Humans,” Asagi said. “One of them has Shikigami: spirits used as a kind of familiar by onmyouji.”
“Are they dangerous?” Amano asked nervously. He had seen enough strange things, and had enough experience with the supernatural to know that spirits, while they could be better behaved than Freaks, could also be malicious.
“Only if their master sets them on us,” Asagi said, a small, cocky smile making the corners of his mouth tilt upwards slightly, as he glanced at Amano from the corner of his eye. He looked too pretty like that, Amano thought, and he looked away in an attempt to control his sudden blush.
“Don’t worry,” Asagi continued, his voice teasing. “I’ll protect you from the big bad sorcerer and his pets.”
“They aren’t that dangerous then?” Amano asked.
Asagi shrugged. “To humans and Freaks they can be, if their master decides to use them in that way. They tend to be used mostly for espionage, however, as most humans can’t see or feel them.”
“So they aren’t in the slightest bit dangerous to you then, are they Asagi?”
His only response was another smirk – did Asagi realise how infuriating he could be when he did that? – and silence. They continued down the main street, Asagi glancing up at street signs occasionally, to check for the side street that would take them to their latest case. It was, apparently, just a standard haunting, and so they’d left Tokiko behind at the office in Mahime’s care. Amano was becoming more and more curious about their stalkers, but he decided against risking Asagi’s ire and turning around. There would, no doubt, be a confrontation at some point, during which Asagi would either scare them off or charm them away. Amano hoped it was the first: for some reason he found Asagi much more terrifying when he was being charming than when he was actually trying to be frightening.
“Down here,” Asagi said quietly.
The street was little more than an alleyway, but according to the GPS on Amano’s mobile it led out into a residential area of the city, just two streets away from where their ghost was supposed to be. The alley was also the perfect place for a…there – Asagi stopped and turned, leaning against the wall of the alley almost casually, and he lit a cigarette. Amano turned as well so that his position almost mirrored Asagi – he just couldn’t quite pull off nonchalance in such a situation – and he blinked.
One of their stalkers was a teenage girl. She was quite pretty, he supposed, with short brown hair and long legs exposed by a short skirt. Her companion was a tall, black haired man, who was dressed neatly in a white shirt with black slacks. They looked nothing like he had expected – although he really should have figured that they wouldn’t, because he was with Asagi and there was no way that Asagi could ever pick up regular stalkers.
“Can I help you?” Asagi asked them, staring up at them through his long eyelashes. Despite the almost flirtatious tilt of his head, his gaze was hard, and Amano relaxed: a scary warning off was looking more and more likely after all.
The two stalkers exchanged glances. The girl shrugged and the man sighed and they both turned back to Asagi with the same expression of resignation on their faces.
“We’re from Shibuya Psychic Research,” the girl said, and Amano couldn’t hold back a snigger. “We’ve, um, heard reports about strange activity around you…”
“You mean, we’re a paranormal investigation service being investigated by a paranormal investigation service who want to know if there’s anything paranormal going on?” he asked. “Am I the only one who thinks this is ridiculous?”
The girl gave him a slightly guilty grin, and Amano got the impression that she was doing this because she was ordered to. Asagi snorted and shook his head.
“If that’s all, we have work to do,” he said, straightening. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was still looking at them with that hard, cold gaze. He’s angry, Amano realised, at being followed by them. He doesn’t want them to know what he is.
“You said you were from a company similar to ours,” the man said. “Which one?”
“Asagi Nanami: Investigators of Paranormal Phenomena,” Asagi told him. “I’m the CEO. I suggest that you stop your investigation: it’s pointless. You know as well as I do that in our line of work the supernatural will begin to follow us around if we hunt it long enough.”
“True,” the man conceded.
Asagi nodded, and turned away from them. “Come on,” he muttered to Amano. Amano, with one last glance back at the two stalkers – could he legitimately call them that now? – turned to follow his boss.
Nothing was said until they had gone round the corner and into the residential area. Amano looked over at Asagi. He didn’t seem too upset by the events; in fact, he seemed slightly amused by it.
“Why didn’t you do your usual ‘I am a Stand; fear me’ thing?” he asked.
“Because it would have been incredibly inconvenient,” Asagi sighed, as took a drag of his cigarette. “The man was the onmyouji, and despite his being human, he could have cast a binding spell powerful enough to give me a headache. And besides, our being in the same profession could have made things difficult.”
“Oh…”Amano murmured. Asagi glanced at him and smiled.
“Don’t worry about it,” Asagi told him. “We might never run into them again. And if we do, I doubt that it will be you that they’re interested in.”
The young CEO of Shibuya Psychic Research Kazuya Shibuya, also known as Naru, looked up from his book as his two assistants entered the office.
“Well?” he asked.
“You were right,” Lin said.
“Huh?” Mai asked. “Right about what?”
“Asagi Nanami is not human,” Lin said. Mai’s eyes widened in shock, and she looked to Naru to see his reaction. He didn’t look surprised.
“Then…what is he?” she asked. “He looked human to me.”
“Appearances can be deceiving,” Naru told her. “Go on.”
“I don’t know what he is,” Lin said. “The Shikigami wouldn’t go near him, and he felt…wrong, somehow. I’ve never felt anything like that. His companion was human though. It didn’t seem like he had any special abilities.”
“You didn’t sense anything, Mai?”
“The white haired one, Nanami, made me feel scared, but…I just, he looked so normal,” Mai said, shaking her head slightly. She froze when she remembered his eyes: a strange red colour, which she’d told herself was brown, and pupils that looked thin and slitted like a cat’s. She gulped nervously. “Um…is he dangerous? I mean, do we need to do anything about him?”
“I don’t think so if he’s willingly consorting with humans,” Naru said. He looked back down at his book. “We’ll keep an eye open just in case, but I doubt we need to do anything.”
Lin nodded. Mai looked less convinced, but nodded too. It was only when she was in the kitchenette, waiting for the kettle to boil to make Naru’s tea, when she remembered the way Nanami had paused before leaving; had looked up at his companion and said something too quiet for her to hear, and the look on his friend’s face. Friend…he and the human boy had known each other well, she knew that somehow. She smiled faintly. If the boy had known him well enough to trust him – as she felt he did – then they would be okay. He would be okay, both of them.
They would keep an eye on Asagi Nanami, and that would be enough.