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Elections of the Heart	By : destiny1989 Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > LM.C Views: 1205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of LM.C. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Aiji/Maya (LM.C) - Crossover - Elections of the Heart - Chapter 2
Author: destiny_1989
Rating: PG-13 (more language this time)
Summary: AU - You’d think life was easy in a small quiet town in Washington. But as the former president moves into said town, Mizui Aiji, plumber, finds that life wasn’t as easy as he thought.
Warnings: (overall) it's AU so fear teh OOC + yaoi, cheating at golf, doggie humping, swearing, vicious ex-wives…uh, husbands, politics, violence, high school bullies, lingerie, sap, angst, rape
Pairings: Aiji/Maya (main)
Disclaimer: I would be bathing in money if I owned them. So no sue from you.
Pre Notes: There’s gonna be a lot of the Kiri-man and his minions in this part. XD

The atmosphere in the jet was extremely formal. Kirito’s assistants were minding their own business, checking and rechecking and rechecking the rechecking of different matters and problems through their laptops or phones. None of them bothered Kirito. But he didn’t care. As long as he could read a newspaper in silence and enjoy the glass of champagne one of the flight attendants just offered him, he was at peace.

He cast a glance out the window to the side and caught a glimpse of a helicopter. He turned his head all the way and remained transfixed at what he saw. The helicopter was carrying a donkey. He looked back at his newspaper and did a double take. Yep, the donkey was still there. He shook his head dismissively as the jet outran the helicopter and turned back to the paper.

***

Everything about the estate screamed presidency: from the size of the house and yard to the yacht anchored at the small dock about 10 meters away from the house, to the lawn ornaments scattered around the garden in front of the house. Either presidency or filthy richness… okay, so they’re one and the same thing.

A convoy of black cars went through the gates and parked around the fountain in front of the house. The door opened and the same men and women in black suits started pilling out like too much junk thrown into a closet. You’d think they were ready for a funeral.

“Ah, peace and quiet! This place gets more magnificent every year!” exclaimed the former president while stretching his limbs. In his right hand he had a leash that was connected to a collar on his dog’s neck. The poor animal started struggling and wanted to go in the direction of a tree. You get three guesses as to what it wanted.

“Here, Jun. Take the dog for a pee.” And he handed the leash to one of the men in black, only he had taken his jacket off and was now just in his pants and a white shirt. The look he had on his face when he was handed the leash was a mix between confusion, surprise, humiliation, constipation and general what-the-fuck-ness.

The inside of the house was full, and I mean FULL of flowers. Everywhere you looked you could see a pot, a bouquet or a vase with said plants. There were lilies, roses, tulips, dandy lions… in every variety, shape and color. There were also golf bags with different colored ribbons on them. It was like a funeral home. And Kirito confirmed it jokingly as he walked through the hallway and took off his jacket.

“It looks like Tiger Woods’ funeral.”

“Sir, about those finances…”

“Not now, Takeo. I need to have a quick cabinet meeting.”

The bathroom was fairly large, with a big mirror over the sink and a big shower stall. Around the corner (yes, it was that big) were the toilet, a tub and another door (I suppose that one led to a bedroom or something since the door the president came through led to the main hallway).

I was finishing on the drain of the toilet when I heard a startled yell which startled me and made me yell too. I tried to get up to see who it was and hit my head on the toilet basin. Clutching my head, I carefully got up and saw it was the president.

“Oh, hi, sir. Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” I said lowering the hand from my injured forehead to shake his hand. At that moment, men in black suits came through both doors and grabbed me, putting me against the wall. They must have heard the yells.

“Wait, wait. He must be one of the workers. I’m sure he’s been checked out since he’s in here.” he said and I was let go, the men leaving the bathroom. “Sorry about that. Murata Kirito.”

“It’s okay. Mizui Aiji.” We shook hands. “I guess you came in here for a reason so I’ll go.” And I exited the bathroom, asking one of the men in black on the corridor if there was another bathroom and to lead me to it so I could go on with my work.

***

Kirito walked into the parlor and stretched out on the leather couch, heaving a sigh of contentment.

“Everyone, let’s give the president a little privacy, shall we?” Jun said ushering anybody who was in the parlor or close to it.

“Alright. We can go over all these offers anytime, mister president.” said Takeo, placing a folder under his arm and going for the door as Jun passed him with a newspaper which he placed on the coffee table in front of the couch for Kirito to read. Kirito stopped Takeo and asked how everything was going.

“Ramon House is offering 14 million for your autobiography. Harper Combs is at 13 but is offering a better ghost writer. You have 93 offers to be on the board of directors of various companies.” Kirito nodded at the appeasing news as Takeo went on. “Suver Motors is offering 5 million for you to do a car commercial…” Kirito was looking at Jun at that point and he saw his assistant make a face and shake his head slightly in a negative answer. “And, of course, the biggest of them all… Please follow me, sir.”

Jun and Kirito followed Takeo to a workshop where Kirito laid eyes on a model of a building. His brother, Murata Kohta, a famous architect arrived in the workshop as well and started explaining what the model was.

“Murata “Eagle” Kirito Presidential Library. 40,000 square feet of European rationalism and American modernism. A man made mountain over which soars the eagle.”

“Fantastic! You’ve outdone yourself, brother! Excellent!” Kirito praised his brother. The model consisted of seven buildings arranged in a semicircle. The first on each side were the smallest, the ones after them were a little taller, the next ones a little taller than the latter and the seventh being the tallest. The yard in the center could be used as a place for reading and working, benches, tables and even large umbrellas to protect people from the sun being arranged. And in the middle of the yard, on a tall pedestal, was the statue of a large eagle.

“Sir, it’s the former First Lady.” said Jun holding a cell phone. “Should I say you’re out?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll take the call in my office.” And he left the workshop.

“The problem is…?” he said with a drip of venom in his voice as he answered the phone in his office.

“As the man who has just gotten the most offers and deals in the last 3 years, I think you know. And before you ask me if I believe all that, I believe it’s just the tip of the iceberg. We’re still in negotiations - 7million and don’t forget you’re selling Silvervale. It’s a vacation home.”

“Toshiya, you thieving, conniving, ungrateful…” Kirito’s rant was shortened by Jun cutting into the line.

“It’s been a pleasure talking to you Hara-san. Have a good day.” And he hung up.

Kirito gave a mighty sigh of annoyance. “Negotiations! 7 million! I’ve handled dictators and terrorists and I swear they were easier to handle!” He was practically fuming. Since he and Hara Toshiya got divorced a year ago, they’ve been negotiating the share of Kirito’s fortune Toshiya was entitled to. The man has taken no quarter and it was driving Kirito up the walls. With another sigh he pointed to his shoulders and Jun came around the table and started massaging them.

“Ah, Jun, you’re miracle!” he said as he leaned back against the chair and relaxed under Jun’s careful ministrations and it made the blond assistant smile.

I happened to walk by the door looking for somebody to inform I was finished. I saw the president and his assistant in the office and I hurriedly turned tail, blushing a little at what I thought I had seen. “Oh, sorry.”

“No, no. It’s okay. Come in.” I heard the assistant say and I walked in front of the door, seeing that the blond was now in the middle of the room. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’m done fixing your plumbing.”

“Oh. Well then, give me the bill and I’ll write you a check. Follow me.” he said as he left the office and I followed.

***

As I put the tool box in the pick-up I noticed Hiroto was leaning against it watching something. I looked in the general direction his eyes were focused and nearly crapped my pants on the spot. Plunger was giving the president’s dog some “attention”. I looked around and no one saw them yet so I did what every good citizen who doesn’t want his ass thrown into jail for his dog screwing the president’s dog would do.

“Plunger! Plunger, stop it! Come here!” And to my great relief he did. Man, did my life flash before my eyes fast.

“Bad dog!” I said as he was within reach and I put him in the pick-up. “Did you just let them do that in front of you?” I asked Hiroto because he obviously didn’t do anything to stop them.

“It’s just like cable, man.” I looked at him like he was a Martian with three heads and one eye. What kind of an answer was that?!

***

”Hey, Meev, can you see if the donkey’s okay?”

“It’s still there if that’s what you want to know.”

A voice broke through the helicopter radio.

“4 Tango X, hold short of runway 1-2. Sorry, Maya. We have the former president of the United States on final. We’ve got orders to let him land first.”

“Can you believe the nerve of those guys?!” said one of the men sitting at the table after taking a gulp of his drink. He had short dark hair and a piercing on the side of his bottom lip. He was wearing an orange tank top and a pair of baggy jeans. His arms were adorned with tattoos. “We have a sick animal and we’re the ones who are supposed to wait to land! Goddamn bureaucracy!”

“That’s the way politicians want things, Meev. It’s always about them.” replied his companion. He had long blond hair, wore a red tank top and a pair of black baggy pants. A black visor was placed on the table, next to his hand.

“I’ll be darn if I vote again, Maya. All they do is vegetate in their offices and grand estates. And when they do come out… look at what almost happened today!”

Maya sighed knowingly. “I know, man.”

They both gulped down the rest of their drinks and looked in the direction of a creaking door. A Labrador was struggling to get into the kitchen, trying to open the door with its nose.

“Amy Jane, what’s wrong?” Maya got up from the table and opened the door so the dog could get in. He saw a line of blood drops on the floor and his eyes widened. “Miyavi! Get some hot water and towels! She’s giving birth!”

Post Notes:
1. God, I crack up every time I have to refer to Toshiya as the former First Lady. Bwahaha!
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