Sannin no Tame no Yozora (Night sky for three people) feat. Fame and Crimson

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3人

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夜空

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high school teacher was rejected by a person he loved back when he was a high school student and has been timid in love ever since. Although he can be very self-conscious, it doesn't mean he can't be strong willed or bold. The strong points of his, to fear not and judge not by look, shall meet him with two dangerous and sadistic males; a Yakuza's leader and his son, who is actually last year in the same high-school where to so said teacher gives classes.

.. RPG's information

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[TD]^Genre:

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[TD]^{Yaoi, Smut, Hardcore}

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[TD]^Players:

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[TD] ^{fameandfortune212; StainedCrimson; Saga}

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[TD]^{Demography of positions :}

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[TD]^{Respectively as follow; uke x seme x seme}

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[TD]^{Additional note:}

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[TD]^{WARNING: May contain BDSM.}

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.. Players Order

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[TD]^{fameandfortune212;}

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[TD]^{StainedCrimson;}

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[TD]^Saga;

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[fameandfortune212]

Profile

 

Appearance:

 

Name: Kaze Akashiro

 

Age: 25

 

Personalities: Kaze is a very shy and timid person due to his past, and never been the most out-going one since then. Rejected by a boy he liked back in high school, afterward the news about his sexual orientation became the reason he was bullied in school and so he doesn't have the gut to confess to anyone again. But it doesn't mean he's soft-will, he's bold and strong and almost fearless; ALMOST; after surviving his school life.

 

Likes: Dark chocolate, music, animals, chilly weather, silence and he loves his cooking.

 

Dislikes: Milk chocolate or white one and hot weather days, crowded places.

 

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RIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG~!

 

The sounded of the alarm woke Kaze Akashiro up, it dragged him out of the nightmare he was having. It was about the time he got bullied in high school, they threw stones at him, called him with list of names, treated him like dirt. It's been years since those horrible events happened but it haunted him until today as for he was a teacher at a high school. Kaze slowly opened his eye, he gave a big yawn as he reached his slender arm to turn off the alarm. He sat up by the edge of his bed and stretched his back then got up and headed for a shower, he scratched the back of his head as he dragged himself into the bathroom.

 

The slightly warm water was washing his sleepiness away, his thought about the nightmare as he used to one of his arm to hold himself from falling onto the wall in front of him. Some minutes later, he finally got out and turned off the shower. He dried himself up and headed for the kitchen, naked, he searched for some sandwich, and his jar of jam. Normally he would cook his own breakfast nicely but today... he was tired. He only wanted to make something quick, he spread jam onto a piece of sandwich and put the other on top of it and screwed the cap back on the jam jar. He bit on his teeth onto the sandwich and tried to find some clothes to put on. Just some ol' plain shirt and a pair of black pants and a skinny tie.

 

As soon as he got his clothes on, Kaze headed for class with his half eaten sandwich. Took him somewhat 30 minutes to reach the school he was currently teaching, he was early as always. Students and other teachers greeted him while he made his way to his class, and he did the same to them, but didn't give full attention to most anything beside getting into his class and prepare everything before the class start.

 

RIIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG~!

 

The school bell alarm informed everyone that it's time to start the day. Kaze sat on his chair and watched every single student came in his class. But there's a face he was expecting, who didn't seem to show up even though it's been 5 minutes since the school bell alarm went off. It was a son of a Yakuza's leader, he always skipped class without fearing any teachers for he knew every teacher would fear him. Not Kaze, the fact of the more teachers fear him, even the principal, the more he wanted to put that kid in line. While all the student was staring at him, awaiting for the class to start, Kaze decided to leave them to self-study while he searched for that little wild child.

 

"Excuse me, class. Today you'll do review of yesterday. I have some business to deal with" said before he stood up and left the class.

[StainedCrimson]

 

Name: Iah Taisho-gumi

 

Age: 30

 

Personality: Very smooth and charming until he's either pissed or excited, then his sadistic side shines. Being the leader of a yakuza organization he's also fearless, ruthless and cunning. However, he's also one to shower his only son with what he 'lovingly' refers to as tough love and pushes him to do better in school so he can one day take over.

 

Likes: Music, reading, spending 'quality time' with his son, warm weather

 

Dislikes: Idiots/slackers, sloppiness, extreme cold

 

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"Son~, you're going to be late again!" Iah calls out while flipping his son's bed over to make his slacker of an offspring wake up and get ready. "Come on, I've made you breakfast and even made you a lunch." He turns and leaves the room. While he knows how to cook it's more functional than being gourmet, but he purposefully makes his son's taste a little worse or more bland as punishment for his poor behavior at school as well as his rotten personality. Still, as a father he loves his son and doesn't want to actually kill him, just make him sick or torture him every now and then.

 

Chuckling he enters the kitchen where then starts to hum faintly to himself as he gathers up his son's packed lunch to put it in his school bag. "Are you almost ready?" He calls out smiling but there's a clear underlying tone that promises punishment if the answer is anything but 'yes'.

[Saga]

 

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[TD]Name:

Shougo Taisho-gumi

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[TD]Age:

18

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[TD]Personality:

Calm and patient, until his father comes into the picture; nothing can trigger his hot temper like his old man. To be expected though, like father, like son. Both of them appear charming on the outside, but then again twisted to the core. Because he never felt mother's love and what he received was the never-ending sadistic training of his father, Shougo ended up as a fitting heir of their clan - coldblooded, rarely talking about his true feelings and thoughts, merciless and sadistic.

 

Because he grew under the strict hand of the yakuza's boss, Shougo really obtained a strong sense of right and wrong; he knows very well he owes a lot to his father, but then again...nothing is as bitter as Yakuza's pride.

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[TD]Likes:

To be alone, to fight and most of all to annoy his old man.

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[TD]Dislikes:

Ignorant people, sweet stuff, his father's cooking,noisy brats, betrayals.

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[TD]Motto:

"The only time people have value is when they act on their own will."

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Covered over head with the warmth of bed sheets, Shougo shifted to side as soon as he heard his father's steps heading his way. A slight flinch of frown spread over brows; how he hated the 'morning rituals' of his old man.

 

Son~, you're going to be late again!

 

By ringing with joy voice his father abruptly kicked the bed over, which was complete opposite of his charming and beckoning voice.

 

-...Old man... - grumbling under the bed, his quite long and ash colored strands of hair covered his face.

 

Come on, I've made you breakfast and even made you a lunch.

 

Ah, not again. The meals he often got to eat were the true form of sadism. The boss of Yakuza would never skip a day when he could have the opportunity to torture his son; mostly he enjoyed how Shougo wriggled in disgust, pain or self-pity. But then again, it helped to strengthen Shougo's mind and self-control..., in some cases the walls of his stomach, too.

 

- ... - the just woken up Shougo forced the bed off himself as sat up. The glance of sleepy eyes got startled.

 

"BREAKFAST...LUNCH!?"

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He felt cold sweat run his neck; Shougo swallowed hard and as speedy as he could be, thanks to severe trainings, he got his school uniform on him. The five seconds he had left before his father asked if he was ready, he span on heels and grabbed his uniform coat.

 

"NO WAY."

 

The young heir of Yakuza had his hair messy, his necktie and shirt out of order; not to mention his pants' bell being loose enough to show part of the beginning of his black boxers. Shougo reached for the window as slid it open with rather forceful movement, his foot on the windowsill and his head looked down.

 

Are you almost ready?

 

The ominous feeling the question gave pushed Shougo to do what he thought of doing; the boy jumped off the window. It wasn't too high and he knew his body could keep balance. What was the use of Yakuza's training, if he couldn't jump off buildings in a wise manner!? The boy seemed to enjoy the jump as his lips showed content. There he landed, having one arm come down to support him with the quick raise of torso. Now, he had to run for dear life before his father could release the damned dogs.

 

"Ahahahaha", maniacally laughing in his mind, the male made his escape off the Yakuza's residence. When he got at some safe street corner, his back felt the relief of strong wall behind. It was like this each morning; being out of breath, breaking in cold sweat and then again-...

 

::GRUMBLES::

 

-...Hungry... - he slid against the wall, growling at the annoying feeling. Not only he had to use extra strength but it was right after being woken up!

- That geezer...!! - cursing the rest in his mind, the ash-colored hair of his shone like silver under the rays of the sun. But it didn't last for long; suddenly the light was blocked.

 

- Oi.. you brat! - some punks stood before Shougo, blocking the exit of the street. They seemed to be bandaged quite some time, and ..they seemed to dislike Shougo. It was true many knew he was Yakuza's boy, but then again not everyone. Mostly because Shougo kept it in a secret. It wasn't embarrassing but then again it was pain in the ass. To have everyone bow before him just because of his father. He hated it. If he was to be feared one day he preferred to be because of his own abilities, not because of his old man's legacy.

 

Shougo stole a peek from under the veil of his long hair; it was the gang he fought last week. Seemed they gathered some more people. And how he wanted to be in time just for once! Truth to be said, he didn't slack off. He just had to deal with a lot of obstacles his way to school. Whether it was a fight; catching some thief; helping an old woman pass the street; rescue a kitty off the tree. He just ended up being late for school, period. But then again, if his old man knew all about his 'good deeds', he would rather have him through hell. Yakuza's boss or heir, they had to keep their kindness locked; rather, they had to murder their own feelings one way or another. But still, Shougo believed otherwise. Even if he was to be turned into a monster one day, he would still bleed for a purpose different than money and power.

 

"Ah, man. How bothersome...", he wobbled up to side, still catching up on his breathing.

- Still up for some beating? - widening the smirk on his lips, Shougo cracked the sarcasm while hand coming up to move the hair away from his face.

[fameandfortune212]

It was a little while since Kaze left his class to search for that son of the Yakuza's leader. He searched everywhere, the roof, the cafeteria, the male toilets,... etc all over the school. But the boy was nowhere to be found. In the hall way Kaze stood, he gave a big sigh as his arms are folded together, he looked left and right one last time. Just before he decided to go to the school main gate. Who was that boy think he was? Frustratedly he thought. The principal was too soft, way to soft. The boy only needed to come to class late 2 more mornings per a week, the school could change the schedule to 10 a.m so the boy could catch it. He walked with a hurried pace. Out of the gate. He stood and waited, folded his arms. Sometimes checked to see even a shadow of him. Unbelievable. A teacher waiting for a student. So disordered.

[StainedCrimson]

Iah knew his son had jumped out the window. The boy was so predictable. Laughing he leaves his son's room after closing and locking the window before going to make himself something for lunch before noticing a piece of paper on the floor. "What's this?" Picking it up he reads it and gets a large smile, his eyes closing. To those who didn't know better it would seem like a normal happy smile, for those that did they would shiver in fear as a storm could almost be seen surrounding Iah as a sign of his growing irritation. "An upcoming parent-teacher conference? Why didn't Shougo say anything to me about this?" He puts the paper to his lips in thought while looking to the side as a dark grin takes over. "I'll just have to go to the school to ask him and turn this in while I'm there."

 

Turning on his heel he pulls on his coat before neatly folding and tucking the letter into his pocket. Grabbing his car keys he leaves the house making sure to lock the door behind him, since even though he's a Yakuza leader it doesn't mean one can be careless after all. Getting into his second greatest indulgence, the first being his custom bike that he personally maintains, his car is his most loved possession. After his son of course. Starting it up he smoothly pulls out and drives towards the school. "Daddy's coming for a visit~!" He croons in a deceptively sweet voice.

[Saga]

He did it again; how come he couldn't have a normal morning for once!? The young male reached hand up, his knuckles visibly reddened from the punches he gave a moment ago, Shougo brushed hair backwards. It felt good to relieve stress this way, but a sudden frown took place on eyebrows; these bastards really scratched his cheek. Well, that was actually the worst for him! He would avoid any gesture made towards his face, although rarely punches would land on his body. But if his face suffered any ''abuse'', god knew what his father would do! No, not only being angry with whoever touched his kid, but man! Even Shougo wouldn't get away from his punishment, for he has involved himself in a fight!! The Yakuza's leader wanted to keep his kid away from fights as long as he could. All Shougo needed was to polish his fighting skills with his dad, study like a good boy, and of course be respectful towards the Yakuza's head - ... LIKE HELL THAT WOULD HAPPEN!

 

A flinch jolted his upper half of body when he touched the bloody scratch on his face.

- Ah, man...

Cursing on his way to the school's entrance, he suddenly stood at place. The teacher he really found for annoying lately was standing there - waiting with visible irritation.

- Great. - Shougo glanced to side, thinking to go from the other side and hop over the school's fence. It wouldn't be so hard, his body could manage the jump. And there it went, the spin on heel and the boy headed for the school's backyard. Hopefully the teacher was too into his deep thoughts, so he wouldn't notice Shougo switching his walking route.

[fameandfortune212]

Kaze stood there for a long more while. His class had already dismissed at this time already and the principal would nag him anyway, he thought, so he would just gonna wait for a little more for his "Dear" student. Today he had a parent and teacher conference, he had to find him at all cost before the so-feared Yakuza leader come. Sometimes he looked right and left, sometimes he just lost in his own thoughts, folding his arms. Until he spotted a white-haired figured, it was far away and his sight wasn't the best in the world so it made him suspicious, and even more when that figure switched his way even though he seemed to be wanting to go straight in the first place.

 

He thought for a bit before going back inside. He asked the sercurity to stood by the door for him while he checked litterally around the school rim, he checked every fences and walls that seperated the school from outside. And how lucky was Kaze today, he found his student, just landed himself down at the school backyard. Kaze walked in a hurried pace and grabbed the boy's ear before dragging him off to his office "You're late, mister." coldly he said.

[StainedCrimson]

Iah looks up from his spot in the office smiling at the two when they walk through the door as he'd been show to Kaze's office upon arrival with the conference notification paper. "There you are. Late as ever and I even sent you off early today!" He sighs in disappointment while standing up in a smooth motion to greet his wayward son's teacher. "I'm so sorry about him. It seems no matter what I do he just keeps making life difficult for everyone. Thank you for your continued guidance and patience with him despite all of the trouble he's caused you." Iah smiles at the teacher while taking in his appearance and mentally approves of what he's seeing.

 

After greeting the teacher his focus returns to his son. "Now then, why didn't you say anything about a parent-teacher conference to me? You know how much I worry over your future and wanting you to do well." He sighs frowning slightly in his disappointment and confusion. Though a part of him knows just why his son refused to say anything to him about it.