Archenemy [Yukio Takamiya & Hideki] (Private)

[-Hideki-]

X is a young, inexperienced, left-wing journalist who considers himself to be a political activist and who doesn’t have any other goal than to make the world a better place in his eyes and his own perception.

When the relatively young and successful conservative businessman Aaron Weißenburg is about to win the election and becoming the mayor of his beloved city, he is certain to not let that happen.

He becomes rather obsessed with Aaron and tries to find something that would cause a scandal and keep the man who stands for everything he hates from becoming the mayor of the city he loves.

When X forced entrance to Aaron’s private property and finds himself in front of his house peeking inside through the window he catches him sleeping with another man.

Knowing that if it would come to light that Mr. Weißenburg was gay, he would lose many votes of the archconservative voters of his, he takes photos.

Unable to leave the scene behind and trapped in his own thoughts X stays where he is staring into the nothingness until he hears the voice he knows so well and hates so much behind him saying:”What do you do on my private property staring into my window.” Not only is X torn by the moral dilemma and unsure if he should reveal the information to the public or not, Aaron is also standing behind him, a gun in one hand and the other hand reaching for his camera.

From afar he can hear how the other man Aaron just has slept with opens the gate and vanishes into the darkness as if he has never been there.

 

 

Aaron Weißenburg

Gender: Male

Age: 35 years

Height: 1,90m

Hair colour: black

Eye colour: blue

Occupation: Business owner

Sexual orientation: homosexual

Character traits: assertive, rational, strategic, ambitious, pragmatic, calculative, realistic, down-to-earth

Biography:

Aaron grew up poor in one of the most rundown parts of the city. Seeing that other kids and families had better living conditions than him, he became ambitious to make it out of the district and work himself up to the top and to never be poor again. And he did!

He managed to become one of the most important and influential businessmen in the city and the whole region, with thousands of people working for him.

But this is not where his ambitions end, he has plans and there are people who aren’t as business friendly as he is who are currently blocking his path.

Being a member of a large conservative political party he then decides to run for mayor of the city and to put his political ideas out there for the people to vote for or against.

 

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Despite having a proper air conditioning in his house his whole body was hot and sweaty now. He rolled off of the man under him, took a deep breath and rested his black haired head on the cold pillow. As he had hoped he didn’t feel that stressed out anymore but unfortunately having sex didn’t clear his mind that was starting to overflow with thoughts of his campaign and the election again only seconds after he had finished the act.

His advisor had told him that he should rest and that he shouldn’t be that worried because all was going rather well, but even though he was leading in all polls, it was still one and a half months until election day. And this time period was more than enough to change the outcome. He wouldn’t be worried if people voted in an hour, he was sure to win then, however he couldn’t say what would happen in a month and a half especially not since there were so many people who hated him from day one.

The left and many different media platforms loathed him with such a passion that they were much too keen on seeing him fail and lose. They wanted to shred him into tiny pieces and acted like bloodhounds.

Soon after he had started running for mayor of the city, he had realised that he actually hated campaigning because it seemed that people didn’t focus on the subject, politics and his ideas, but on him as a person. And he was not someone for self-dramatisation, an actor or a man of the word. He was a man of actions, solutions and numbers, not very entertaining at all.

But as much as he hated campaigning he also wanted to win this election, no, he needed to win this election. If he wasn’t the winner at the end of the day, he would have thrown a lot his money into the rubbish bin and even worse, it would be the first time for him to not reach his goal by working hard. Much to the contrary to what his opponents pictured and tried to sell him to the people as, he hadn’t been born with a golden spoon in his mouth he had worked his arse off to get to where he was now and he couldn’t really understand why the left treated him as some kind of monster that, if elected, would initiate the end of the world or at least their city.

Where they got that idea from he didn’t know! His main focus was the economy and jobs and that was what he had talked about the most at the beginning, until the people asked him other questions and wanted to talk about other subjects as well. A popular one was traditional family values. People wanted him to protect old family values and he didn’t want to talk about that nor did he really care. So he skilfully derailed the conversation and led the focus on safety and fighting crime in the city, which he was actually concerned about and what got him more potential voters and made him the favourite candidate of the police officers.

Part of why he was so worried and stressed out on this day was that he had got an invitation of some concerned mothers of a private school who were part of an activist group creatively called “concerned mothers”, where he probably wouldn’t get away with leading the conversation to protecting the citizens and investing into better equipment for the police and training more new police officers. They would want to talk family values and issues surrounding the family in general and he was very aware of the fact that if he did talk about that, the journalist would focus on his private life and get the public hooked on that. He didn’t have a family of his own. He was a single man and also gay and his parents got divorced long ago. His mother was a socialist who always said she would love him and be proud of him but she would never in a trillion years give him her vote and his father normally refused to vote out of principle, saying that each and every candidate, whether it was in a national or communal election, insulted his intelligence. He was considering to make an exception for his son but wasn’t sure. The only one who definitely would vote for him and had helped with his campaign from the start was his twin sister, a single mother of three sons from three different fathers whom he had given a job in one of his businesses and therefore saved from unemployment, because no one wanted to hire a single mother of three children. He also paid for her kid’s education and the nanny. And while he could take insults against himself with a smile, she couldn’t take the insults against her brother and they had once had to hold her back to keep her from punching a journalist. While he loved his family deeply, he knew they weren’t your storybook family and should rather be kept out of the spotlight and also out of the crossfire.

Aaron took a pack of cigarettes and started to smoke. He inhaled the smoke and let it out of his nose without opening his mouth. With a tired look in his pale blue eyes he examined the man who was starting to get dressed again. He could see the guilty look on that guy’s face that he always had after they had done it and he could understand why. Surely he would feel like shit too if he was a father and a husband and had just betrayed his family. They had done it three times before this night. This police officer was the perfect candidate for this because he was just as interested in keeping it a secret as Aaron was and there were absolutely no feelings and not much talking, just chemistry and desire between them.

When his eyes drifted off to the window his heart skipped more than just one beat and it felt like someone had just hit him into his stomach with a baseball bat. There was a young man with a camera in front of his window. It took him a few seconds to realise that this was the same guy who wrote one article after the other to slander him since months. This was not good, this was incredibly fatal.

He jumped out of his bed and dressed himself in his trousers, shoes and some white t-shirt and got one of his guns out of his bed stand. “Hurry up and leave! Use the backdoor.” He ordered the man who was about to get dressed properly. Now the police officer realised that Aaron wasn’t lying in bed anymore. “What the hell happened? What are you doing with the gun.” He stuttered and Aarons expression turned darker:”Someone broke into my property and probably took some photos, so if you don’t want your family to see your face all over the newspapers and the internet tomorrow get out. Also, don’t contact me for at least two months.” He repeated himself and then left the bedroom.

He was furious. This guy had gone too far. This was a new low. Why couldn’t they challenge his ideas and attack his ideas and not him as a person a single time? Why would they aim for destroying everything in his life that he had worked so hard to achieve? If this would be revealed to the public he would lose the election, he would be screwed. A sex scandal would have been bad enough; a gay sex scandal would ruin him. He had never told anyone that he was gay, so no one, with the exception of his twin sister who once caught him kissing another guy in high school, knew. She had held her word; she had told no body and never ever talked about it again and he was thankful for that.

“Shit!” he cursed and walked faster. When he left the house the wind cooled down his body temperature a bit but he still smelled like someone who just had sex, there was no doubt about that and he knew it and it made him uncomfortable. He wouldn’t let this little rat destroy his life. What kind of person was that anyway, always trying to claim the moral high ground and then being okay with doing something like that to destroy someone else they didn’t like. This man was on his private property, he had broken in, Aaron would get this camera at all costs. God, what was he even thinking there! He obviously started to panic right now, he needed to calm himself. When he arrived in front of the window where the invader was, he was surprised and couldn’t believe what he was seeing. This idiot stood there like he was daydreaming and staring through the window but he obviously hadn’t even realised no one was inside of the room anymore. “What are you doing on my private property?” he asked in his deep bass voice, pointing his gun at the man and reaching the other hand out for him to hand over the camera. “Tell me, what did you see ? I also want the photos you just took of me on my ground, at my home!” He took the cigarette out of his mouth, threw it on the ground and demonstratively trampled on it. From afar he heard the gate and he knew that the officer had left, what was a little relief at least, he didn’t want to see this man losing everything because of this.

[Yukio Takamiya]

 

Name: Law Gautier

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Height: 175cm

Appearance: Copper coloured hair, emerald green eyes, pale skin

Occupation: Journalist

Sexual Orientation: Straight, later homosexual

Personality: Rash, Blunt, Straight forward, Hot-tempered, Stubborn.

Short bio: Law was born into an abusive family, though well-to-do, but reclusive. Since young, he had never experienced the love of his parents, nor did he ever bother to seek it. He endured what he had to with the determination to leave the moment he could. His life outside of the house wasn't any better too. Law received the scorn of those from high above the social ladder, simply speaking, the rich. His school life consisted of constant bullying, from those who abused their parent's power, who was never disciplined because they could buy their way out of it. He hated those who acted like they were above everyone else, and tries to dictate the lives of others.

That was what Aaron WeiBenburg was, he was everything that Law hated. Cold, arrogant, utterly rich, and running for mayor. Or at least that was the vibe Law got from the moment he first laid eyes on the man, when he was on a job at a political gathering. Whatever it was, Law didn't want such a man making decisions for the city. Which was why he started digging up whatever dirt he could on Aaron the moment the election started.

 

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Law's footsteps were silent as he sneaked across the grounds of Aaron WeiBennurg's estate. Grass and concrete both, were wet from the evening rain and he had to be careful not to slip while scaling the building walls, camera safely hung across his torso. With a soft grunt, Law hoisted himself over the balcony railings. The bedroom window was conveniently right where he could stretch his arm and take a few good shots of whatever his target was doing.

 

As he stepped closer, Law suddenly froze at the sounds that were coming from the room. Moans and pants, sounds that he didn't want to elaborate any further on. The only thing he willingly thought of was how none of those voices belonged to a woman. Law slowly stretched his arm, camera securely in his grasp, and snapped a shot. He quickly drew his arm back and looked at the picture. What he saw made him gasp in shock, yet a strange excitement bubbled up from within. Seeing how he had finally managed to find something that could permanently ruin Aaron, how could he pass up on this chance? The shot hadn't been a good one since Law had taken it without focusing properly on the scene. As much as he didn't want to look, he had to.

 

Slowly, he peeked from the corner of the window, and took rapid snaps. Though the image of the two men got him fixated on the scene. The shock that he had walked in on the affair of two men hadn't wore off of course, and he knew what he was taking pictures of. Still..... Law snapped back to reality and realised his finger had stopped. Cursing his absentmindedness, Law focused back on the room only to realise that it was empty. Shoot! Where did they go? He hadn't taken enough yet.

 

"What are you doing on my private property?"

 

Ah damn, he was spotted, and snuck up on no less. Law slowly turned to face his target, the screws in his head turning for an excuse to not get sued. Though if worse came to worse, he could always use the pictures for black....

Law noticed the gun for the first time, pointed at him while the other hand was outstretched in demand for the camera. Somewhere in the background, he heard the creaking of the gate as the other man escaped. But that wasn't his main concern right now.

 

Law felt cold sweat running down his temple, eyes never leaving the small but deadly object. "I-is that thing you're holding real?" If it was...well damn, he couldn't blackmail his way out of this one. "Uhm well, I saw what I saw," he said trying to stall for time while his brain worked on a way to get out of this predicament alive. Cause if Aaron pulled that trigger, no one would care. And he was too young to die without a funeral and buried in the back of someone's yard without a gravestone. "And um...photos? Right. I did come here to take photos but...you see, this camera is digital and it just so conveniently died on me before I could take anything."

 

Law spouted whatever bullshit he could think of at that moment, while his feet slowly moved back to the railings. If his memory served him well, there should be some bushes right below that could cushion his fall. And in the possibility that he does get shot, there was a fifty percent chance that he would be able to escape. His waist finally touched the rails. "And uhm...If you'll be so kind to not pull that trigger for the next thirty seconds, I shall be eternally grateful.....BYE!"

 

With that, Law wrapped his arms over the camera to protect it and flipped his body over the rails. The pounding of his heart rang in his ears as he fervently hoped to survive the fall. His back hit the leaves and small twigs scratched his skin, but overall he seemed fine. Nice! He was safe from bullets under the balcony currently. Aaron could still be stationed there ready to shoot him if he tried to escape, or the man could be running down right now. Either way, Law was determined to leave the estate safely. He braced himself and sprinted for the gate.

[-Hideki-]

Who did that guy think he was answering him like that? The rage that had built inside of him turned from a fire into a volcano.

His blue eyes were constricted to tiny slits and he could feel his fingers clenching around the gun incredibly tight.“This ‘thing’ is as real as it gets you rat. And in case you pathetic little excuse for a human being don’t already know because you’re sticking your nose in where it doesn’t belong, I am in a hunting club. I’ve shot living things dead before.”

He couldn’t stay professional at this point anymore. His opponents haven’t been from the start but he had always tried to not let them get to him with anything they had done so far but that was a huge violation of his privacy and it could ruin him completely.

 

 

The lies that followed angered him even more; he laughed a cold and cynic laugh: “Sure and my grandma is actually Queen Elisabeth. Do you have a single backbone in your body? A moral compass? Of course you haven’t you sneaky little bastard.” He spit out and when he realised what that guy was trying to do it was too late. The journalist threw himself down into the bushes.

 

 

“This was a mistake my friend.” He whispered to himself and when he saw that the man had started to run he shot, aiming for his right and left Achilles’ hell and his knees.

Even though he wanted to kill him badly in this very moment and he had hoped that he would break his neck from jumping down into the bushes he wouldn’t really try to kill him. Shooting a journalist dead would have been a worse scandal than photos of him fucking another man. Well, to some of his voters it probably wasn’t, what said a lot about them, but this wasn’t the time and the place to judge them.

 

He would rather not have shot at all and he wasn’t too happy about his decision but what else could he have done? Let him run off and ruin not only him but also the life of someone who wasn’t involved in politics at all. His heart was pounding and his body was full of adrenaline now.

He put the gun away and buried his face inside of his hands for a moment.

He thought he had got him but he couldn’t be sure because in the darkness he wasn’t able to see whether the man fell down or just managed to disappear. “Fuck!” he shouted and hit the stone rail and then left in order to either find the journalist lying bleeding in the grass or an empty place.

 

If he really had escaped him it was over. He would lose the election and he would lose clients too. There was no way in hell that this guy wouldn’t be preparing the article by now if he had managed to leave unharmed. This was a disaster and he felt helpless, because he was.

Yes, sure, he could sue him into oblivion, Aaron had the best lawyers and some judges were actually friends of his he knew from the hunting club. But what would this change? He might get money or maybe but unlikely this guy would get a ticket to jail but either way it wasn’t justice for destroying his existence and neither money nor jail time would take the photos out of the newspapers, the internet and the heads of the people.

And even if he called the police right now, they would confiscate the camera and the photos would have been used in trial and this would mean somehow him being gay would get into the media regardless.

 

 

He stepped into the wet grass and looked ahead like a hunter who just came to pick up his prey and he could only hope that he had got him.

[Yukio Takamiya]

Law was half way across the lawn when he heard the first gunshot and a bullet lodged itself into the spot where his feet had been just a moment ago. That crazy fucker really fired the gun! He's fucking mad! Law increased his speed and just as he was reaching the gate another shot sounded and the bullet lodged itself in his thigh, right above his knee. Law let out a soft strangled cry as he fell, but he didn't allow himself to stay down for long before he got up and slipped through the gate.

 

Law was extremely lucky that it had been dark. He was absolutely positive that Aaron had been aiming for his heel and knee, the two spots that would render his legs completely useless. Seems like the man had been telling the truth when he said he was in the hunting club. It was fortunate that the darkness decreased his accuracy. Still, he had been close enough. If the bullet had really hit his knee, Law would definitely have been caught.

 

Law cursed as he limped as quickly as he could away from the estate. Of all places, it had to be located in a place where almost nobody roamed. Law headed in the direction of a group of trees where he could stop for a while without being spotted. There, he unhooked his camera strap from the camera and tied it around his thigh, gritting his teeth in pain as he did so to decrease the bleeding. After which, Law dug a small hole right under the trunk of a tree. He removed the small memory card from his camera and buried it before he stood up and limped away from that area. In case, just in case Aaron didn't give up the chase and caught Law, he wouldn't be able to find the pictures. Law could come back to get it if he survived.

[-Hideki-]

His eyes searched desperately for any sign of the journalist but the only being that looked at him with deep brown eyes and ran off as fast as it could when it saw him was a rabbit. The man had escaped which meant damage would be done to him tomorrow or even earlier. It was like another hit with the metaphorical baseball bat and his body for some reason lost all its tension and he let himself sink into the grass staring at the gate as if it was his enemy. He clenched his fists around a bunch of grass, pulled it out with a shit ton of earth attached to it and threw it in the direction of the gate. “Fuck you! Fuck you all you bloody wankers! “ he screamed and his voice echoed back to him.

 

 

While he was still furious the moment in which he has been provoked had passed and a part of him was actually relieved that he hadn’t hit him with the gun because he wasn’t happy about firing it in the first place.

Not because he thought it had been unjust but because it was the most irrational and emotional thing that he had ever done in his entire life and he hated it when something clouded his judgement like the rage over this humiliation and crime just had done it.

 

 

The first thing he did when he was back inside his house was taking a shower and getting dressed in business clothes.

Any minute they could stand in front of his gate and he could have to answer hundreds of phone calls.

The next thing he did was to turn on computer and TV and placing himself on the sofa drinking some Whiskey.

He wanted to be aware of the moment when all the millions of citizens of his city would see his naked arse in the news because as humiliating as it was it was better to know about it and take actions than staying unaware.

He sat there staring at the screen for hours but it was only the usual “Will the city turn into some dystopic Hollywood movie setting if this man will become our mayor?” kind of bullshit and at one point he just fell asleep.

 

 

After he had woken up he had immediately checked if anyone had called him and went online to see if those photos had appeared anywhere but in case they had, he hadn’t found them.

So he had called some security companies and ordered them to turn his residence into some kind of fortress no one unwanted would get inside anymore. He had even said that he didn’t care if it involved barbed wire and looked like shit. They had assured him that this would not be necessary though.

 

 

Now he was sitting inside of his black Mercedes driving in a part of the city he knew from the past but hadn’t visited in ages and that he hadn’t want to visit ever again.

He drove way too fast and risky and some of the people got mad shouting insults after his luxurious car.

It didn’t matter to him. He came to a hold in front of a building that was vandalised with graffiti and when he got out of the car he smelled the polluted air he was happy to not have to smell anymore.

Without looking anywhere he ran straight into the building, this was that man’s workplace.

For a change the internet had once been his friend and not his enemy when he had wanted to find out where Law Gautier worked.

And here it was! Why did those people choose a place like that for their office? He didn’t get it, maybe for PR or as some sort of statement.

 

 

When he entered a young woman with dyed pink hair, glasses and a knitted hat was trying to stop him:”Sir! Sir who are you? What do you want ?” he ignored her. “Sir! Who are you and what do you want.” He turned around to her. “You know damn well who I am hun, so shut up.” He said and the woman’s face turned red from anger. “How did you just call me you swine?” she screamed. “Hun! And hun, how have you called me over the last six month or so? I couldn't memorise all those insults. You can’t demand respect from other people when you yourself don’t treat others the way you want to be treated and now out of my way.” Aaron shoved her aside and opened a door that had Laws name on it.

He entered without asking and closed the door behind him.

 

 

The rage rose back inside of him when he saw this guys face and he thought it had been a good decision to have left his other gun inside of the glove box of his car.

“Law Gautier!” he called his name, stemmed one arm on his desk and grabbed him by his shirt with the other hand. “Do you feel proud of yourself? You’ve won this battle. When you release those photos I’ll lose the election and you’ll do damage to me on a personal and private level. You’ll also destroy the life of someone completely uninvolved, but fuck him am I right?” he said in a calm tone.

“You couldn’t just once attack my ideas and fight my ideas with your ideas, you needed to attack me at a personal level, break into my property, violate my right of privacy and humiliate me. But don’t claim that this had anything to do with politics.” He laughed.

“Me being a gay man has nothing to do with politics at all. There is not a single thing I’ve said and done that would contradict with being gay. There is no dissonance between me being gay and my political values. So this information is politically irrelevant.

You shouldn’t be calling yourself a journalist because you aren’t. You are merely the equivalent of a school yard bully. One of those dumb twats who suck at everything except sports and then tyrannise the smart kids to rid themselves off of their inferiority complexes and to feel better about themselves. Ja, that’s exactly what you are.” He ended his rant and let go of the other man's shirt.

Straightening his tie he looked down on the other and raised his voice again:”So, I can’t do shit to keep you from publically humiliating me and ruining what I have built and you know that but you should know that I never give up. I had four student jobs and still managed to be the best in class.

And if you will turn my life into a ruin, be very aware of the fact that I’ll break through the debris, rise again and will aim even higher next time. And when I’m back I’ll crush you! I’ll crush you hard! You can not destroy me!” with that said he turned around ready to leave.