It was that day again. The day where red hearts, chocolates, flowers, and lovey-dovey, mushy couples can be found everywhere. The day where certain shops made a killing due to preying on people's hopeful emotions. The day where entering a new or furthering an already existing relationship was a priority for a lot of people. People always acted foolish and love sick on this day. It was Valentines Day.
Marukawa Publishing was no exception to this stereotypical atmosphere on this day. The building was full of incessant chatter. The chatter included rumors or conformation about who was available, who was planning to ask out who, who was actually dating who, and assumptions of possible couples. There was also editors, sales people, and people from the printers holding every type of valentines product you can imagine ranging from chocolates to little stuffed animals. Everyone could easily tell who was popular in each department and in the building overall. And that person was none other than the Editor-in Chief of Japun, Kirishima Zen.
Kirishima was big on celebrating holidays, which was probably due to his daughter's enthusiasm on such days. The idea of Valentines Day was not lost on Yokozawa, but neither was his golden haired lover's popularity. Every time he walked to the Japun editing departments floor, Yokozawa saw Kirishima surrounded by girls vying for his attention and potentially his affection. While he knew that none of them had a chance with the Editor-in-Chief, the salesman felt anger rise. Yokozawa is acutely aware that the anger he feels is from jealousy.
It was that same feeling of jealousy that kept him from getting work done. He sat staring at the computer screen getting nothing done. Not that anyone was really getting much done. He would like to think he was better than this. He would like to think that he could just ignore other workers futile attempts to get Kirishima to go out with them. This wasn't the case and he had to do something or there would be a pile of work to do in overtime later. Standing up he made his way to the elevator pressing the button to take him to Kirishima's floor.
Yokozawa was standing barely out of sight watching Kirishima and the company that was with him. He wanted to go over there and tell them to back the hell off. He wanted to tell them to keep their claws off of him. He wanted claim Kirishima as his. Most of all Yokozawa wanted to listen to the voice inside his head that said 'go ahead and kiss him. That will get the message through to people. Screw worrying about what others think of your relationship. That's their problem not yours.' These urges and thought were completely irrational and would cause problems of course. Also, Yokozawa valued his pride too much to do something so rash.
He sighed, irritated with himself. He leaned back against that wall. 'Sometimes I hate being such a coward.' Yokozawa moved away from the wall, retreating to the sales floor without being able to do anything.
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Kirishima normally had a lot of patience. Today it was wearing thin and his gentlemanly facade was slipping slowly, but surely. He wanted nothing more than to tell them that he had a boyfriend and that there advances were annoying. Unfortunately, that was not an option, which was how Kirishima found himself still sitting in his chair behind his desk engaged in endless conversations. As soon as one group of admirers left another would enter. Kirishima kept a polite smile and gave the expected responses at the right time while periodically checking the doorway and the clock. Kirishima was hoping to see his younger partner or slyly find a time to make an escape to visit his lover. However, he was having no such luck.
As three o'clock rolled around Kirishima's last bit of patience snapped. His lover had yet to come yet and people were wasting his whole day. It was Valentines Day and he wanted to see Yokozawa now. It was childish, since Kirishima could always see him at home, but he wasn't going to wait that long. Kirishima stood without warning.
"I am going to take a break now." Kirishima announced, starting to walk away. The girls made noises of protest and his coworkers called out to him panicked that he was leaving when there were things they needed to get checked.
One girl boldly grabbed his arm saying,"Wait I wasn't-" but stopped when she saw the look on his face. He was smiling like usual, but it didn't reach his eyes. His posture was tense. He was unnaturally intimidating.
"What were you saying?" Kirishima asked. He waited for her to continue which she did after a few minutes.
"Oh n-nothing." She stuttered out letting her hand fall back down to her side.
"Okay. If you have nothing else to say, I will take my leave. I will return soon." Kirishima responded with his genuine smile back on his face and eagerly let the room.
He entered the elevator. The girl watched him leave. 'Did I imagine that brief moment of hostility?'
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Leaning back in his office chair Yokozawa let out a small yawn. He glanced around the quiet and empty sales floor. His coworkers had finished work early and left wanting to celebrate Valentines Day with their lover or by themselves not at work. Yokozawa couldn't help the bitterness sneaking up on him. Due to his earlier distractions he still had quite a long day of work ahead of him. 'I did this to myself.' He threw himself into work for ten minutes until he heard footsteps. Curiosity getting the best of him he looked up to see....
Nobody. 'Hmm that's strange the footsteps were definitely coming this way.' Picking up his pen, Yokozawa once again heard footsteps. Yet, still no one was there when he looked up. 'Am I just hearing things?' He went to reply to an email and was typing the last sentence when he heard the thump of someone waking around. 'What the hell?' Getting up from his chair, Yokozawa cautiously made his way around the sales floor. His search was turning nothing up though. 'Only a few places left to check.' As he entered the last room on the floor he ends up stopping dead in his tracks. It was dark in the room and yet there was no mistaking it. Someone was standing there. The figure turned in his direction, steadily moving toward him. Yokozawa jumped back in surprise and fell on his butt. A second later the light revealed the person to be Kirishima.
"Are you okay?" Kirishima asked concern and amusement on his face as he reached down to help Yokozawa up.
"I'm fine. What are you doing here?" Yokozawa answered harsher then he meant to.
"I came to see you." Kirishima stated simply.
"Why? You had plenty of people to entertain didn't you? There was no need to see me." Yokozawa said shortly.
"Are you jealous~?" Kirishima asked teasingly.
"No of course not!" Yokozawa replied to quickly his face heating up at being caught. "I don't care who you speak to at the office." He turned his face away.
"You aren't fooling me. I know that you are bothered. " Kirishima replied pleased.
Yokozawa whipped around, grabbed Kirishima's shirt, and slammed him into the wall. Kirishima flinched a little at the pain from hitting the wall before staring at Yokozawa. Kirishima opened his mouth to say something, however the glare that Yokozawa gave him kept him from speaking. A tiny shiver ran up Kirishima's spine.
"That's right I am bothered. It's Valentines Day. I personally don't think to much of this holiday, but I know you do. I came to see you and couldn't because women were around you and touching you. I was was pissed off. How dare they touch you? You are mine." Yokozawa explained with a hint of a growl.
Yokozawa put his arm around Kirishima's neck pulling him in for a hot, rough, passionate kiss. Yokozawa's tongue entered Kirishima's mouth roaming every inch.
Kirishima's widened in surprise. This was new. He had never seen Yokozawa this possessive of him before. This was unexpected. This was exciting. This was sexy.
Yokozawa broke off the kiss and stared at Kirishima. Both were breathing hard. Kirishima went to touch Yokozawa , but his wrist was caught and pinned to the wall. His other hand was pinned to the wall as well. Kirishima tipped his head in confusion. Yokozawa licked Kirishima's neck before biting and sucking on it. Kirishima let out a gasp and a moan. Kirishima tried to move his hands, but for some reason Yokozawa was stronger at this time or maybe he really didn't try that hard. Yokozawa was kissing up Kirishima's neck leaving a trail of bit marks. Then, Yokozawa stopped looking at his work satisfied. Yokozawa once again caught Kirishima's lips in a kiss. Pulling away quickly this time which led to Kirishima making a noise of disapproval.
Yokozawa leaned to whisper in Kirishima's ear, "I love you. Good luck explaining these to your coworkers."
Yokozawa smiles triumphantly and turns walking back to to his desk. Kirishima stares after him in astonishment, for once not having a response.Well this was late, but oh well. Not my best work, I just wanted to show Yokozawa being possessive XD. I have free time also. The characters thoughts are in italics. I do not own Sekaiichi Hatsukoi.
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