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Elections of the Heart	By : destiny1989 Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > LM.C Views: 1173 -:- 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 1
Author: destiny_1989
Rating: PG for now (does one swear make it PG-13?)
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: A while ago I saw a movie. It wasn’t a cinematographic masterpiece but it was okay. Halfway through it, my mind turned on and screamed: “THIS IS PERFECT FOR A FANFIC SUBJECT!” So here’s my first novel fic. I’m felling nervous ‘cause I want this to turn out really nice. It’s also my first time experimenting with 1st person POV and I hope I don’t mix up the tenses. I’m sort of an expert at that XP. This takes place in America and I’m too lazy to come up with American last names so don’t get confused that I use the jrockers’ last Japanese names.

Hi, everyone! Guess you’re probably wondering why I’m talking to you while I’m in bed and naked. Well, yesterday I just found the guts to ask the person I love most to marry me and last night was full of loving attention, if you know what I mean. And right now I don’t feel like getting out of bed and dressed. At least the blankets are covering me.

The blonde in my arms, who looks cute enough to squish when sleeping, is Maya. We’ve been dating for the past 6 years and, as I said, I popped the question just yesterday. I’m lame, I know. I’ve heard it from everyone in the town… twice, if not even more times.

Maya’s a wonderful person and I guess deep down I knew he would find somebody else better than me but it’s amazing what jealousy and some kicks in the arse can do. So here’s the story of our wonderful adventure in the past month. If you want to hear it that is.

My name is Mizui Aiji and I run “Mizui’s Hardware Store”. I’ve been living in Silvervale since I can remember. It’s a really peaceful town and I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world.

Exactly a month ago, Silvervale was bustling with activity at 6:30 in the morning. Everyone was working hard to clean the town and decorate it with lights, banners and the likes, because that was the day when the former president was supposed to move to our town.

I was driving to the store to get my tool kit and I passed by a lot of people I knew who were working like ants and I gave them all a “good morning”. It’s the polite thing to do.

There were Tora and Saga, two of my ex-high school buddies, pushing some trash cans on trolleys toward a truck where Shou, who I also met in high school, was waiting for them. They would load the cans in the truck and drive them out of town to clean them up. I felt kind of bad for them – they’re really good reporters and yet they ended up cleaning muck off old and cracked plastic bins. What the Hell am I thinking?! I repair toilets for a living! Anyway, I waved as I passed them and they waved back with big smiles on their faces.

Further ahead there was a huge banner spread across the street. It read “Silvervale Welcomes President Murata”. I stopped in front of it and greeted everyone who was trying to lift it up between two lamp posts: there were Sugizo and Inoran tying the ropes on either sides of the banner and Ken and Tetsu were rushing from one end to the other to check if everything was okay.

While I was waiting for them to raise the banner, Hide passed my car on his daily morning streaking… uh, I mean jog. I’ll tell you this: the man sure liked his freedom of movement and to feel the wind. Catch my drift? Okay, lame pun.

“Morning, Hide! Are those new socks?” I asked.

“Yeah. Thanks for noticing, Aiji!”

“I like ‘em. They go well with, uh, each other.” What would you say when somebody from your town liked to jog in nothing but his socks and snickers?!

“G’morning, Aiji!”

Who called? Who was so enthusiastic to see me at that God-forsaken hour? I stuck my head out the car window and looked around.

“Over here!” I looked up and saw Miku at the top of a lamp post. What he was doing or how he got up there I seriously didn’t need nor want to know.

“Oh, hi, Miku! Didn’t see you there.” And I ducked back in the car. That really must’ve burst his bubble. I honestly didn’t see him there but he needed to take a hint. He’s had a crush on me for a long time and since Maya and I got hooked up he’s been asking if we’ve broken up. It was getting really old. Not that he wasn't worth looking at. That cuteness he was armed with would turn in a year or two into a whole lot of attractiveness and he'd have any man he wanted after him. Just not me, because I had Maya and I didn’t need anyone else.

Anyway, the banner finally got lifted and I drove off. Parking in front of the store, I saw Irma crossing the street. I may have been the boss of the store but she handled the sales, finances and all the other stuff because I was mostly gone, repairing some clogged up toiled or burst pipe.

“Morning, Irma!” I said as I got out of the car.

“Morning, Aiji!” she answered, smiling that grandma smile that made me feel all warm inside.

I went around the store in the back to get my tool kit and I saw Hiroto, my assistant as well as Irma’s, feeding Bruce, a moose I had found a few weeks ago on the side of the road. He had been hit by a large car and I took him as fast as I could to the animal hospital where Maya and some of his colleagues saved the poor moose. Now it seemed he was getting better by the day and he would soon be ready to go back in the wild.

“Morning, boss!” Hiroto said when he saw me.

“Morning!” I answered and took the plants he was feeding Bruce as he offered them to me. “Morning, Martha!” I said as I saw Martha coming out the back door with a large plastic bag. She usually came by the store and I think Irma put her to work.

“Morning, Aiji! I swear, 6:30 is too damn early!” she huffed after dropping the bag in a trash can.

“It’s not too early for Bruce. Bruce doesn’t care what time it is. Yeah, he’s got a little morning breath going.” I said as I started feeding the plants to Bruce, which he indulged himself in.

She held out a paper and the headline read: “The Eagle has landed” Honestly, I have no idea where the president got that nickname from: Murata “Eagle” Kirito. He sounded like some sort of circus act, not the president of the United States. I could just hear it: ”Come one, come all! See the amazing bird man, Murata Eagle! He can perform stunts beyond your wildest dreams!” People had no imagination in regards to coming up with nicknames.

“Can you believe this?” Martha brought me back to reality. “He decides to come a week early and expects us to get all that work done?”

“He’s the president. He’s used to getting what he wants. We’ll get it done.” I replied. After she went back in the store I looked at Hiroto while still holding my hand to Bruce’s mouth and occasionally looking at him so he wouldn’t bite my hand off. Trust me, that wouldn't be a pretty picture.

“You know what I like about Bruce? When he’s here, my nose looks normal.” I’ve been having this issue that my nose is too big for its own good since forever but I’ve learned to live with it.

“Yeah, but his nose fits his face, boss.” And he said that with such indifference.

I looked at Hiroto and imagined Bruce biting off his nose. “Well, you have big teeth!” I huffed. So much for learning to live with it. I smacked him with what was left of the plants I was feeding Bruce as I brushed past him. “Let’s go.” I picked up my tool box and we were both in the car. I almost sat on Plunger, my dog, but good thing he knew how to bark. So, we were off to the president’s house that was a little outside of town to make sure his plumbing worked before he got here.

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A light and warm breeze blew across the quiet golf field. Birds were chirping their approval of the lovely weather and the players that decided to spend a relaxing day on the field were delighted by the serenity of their surroundings.

A particular zone wasn’t so peaceful. And it didn’t look so green anymore thanks to the numerous men and women dressed in black suits, talking on their cell phones all at once.

Two figures stood out like sore thumbs from their entourage. One was quite tall, with brow hair, wearing a pair of white linen pants and a red button up dress shirt. The uppermost three buttons were undone, exposing a silver locket. The other was a little shorter with slightly longer dark hair, wearing a pair of grey cotton pants and a white t-shirt.

The dark haired man stuck a pin in the ground, placed a ball on it and got ready to hit it. Silence fell over the scene, all of the men and women who were talking on their cell phones having interrupted their conversations to let the man concentrate.

A few seconds passed, he raised his club, swung and the ball flew… right into the trees. Half a second later, the ball flew from out of the trees and landed very close to the targeted hole. Something doesn't seem right here. Let’s look at that again, shall we? Rewind.

He raised his club, swung and the ball flew… right into the trees. Now, let’s see what happened after the ball scored a home run. A man in a black suit who was standing behind the dark haired golf player brought his wrist to his mouth and said something that only he could hear. Why don’t we take a closer look at what he’s doing? Zoom, please! There you go. See that? A com-link. Now, who might he have been talking to? Zoom on the trees, please!

We have a few men in black suits here as well. One of them said something in his wrist too – possibly a confirmation – and made a sign to another one who was slightly to the edge of the trees, who threw something. Stop! Zoom on the object! There you have it! A golf ball. Tsk tsk, mister cheater. Okay, play.

“Lucky hit, mister president!” said the taller man.

“You know what they say: I’d rather be lucky than good.” the president answered. And everybody started clapping.

The two men started talking as they walked toward the cart to go to the next hole about what plans the president had, now that he was no longer in that position.

“And now, Gackt, I’m finally going to be able to do what I haven’t done in such a long time: put my feet up and do nothing, without interruptions.” he gloated.

“Sounds good. So, back at that beautiful place you have in Baltimore.” Gackt said.

“I’m afraid the First Lady got that one in the divorce. It’s really funny calling Toshiya that.” he chuckled. “He got the best years of my life but the one thing he won’t get is my title.”

“To the house?”

“No. The title Mister President.” he said smugly and Gackt nodded understandingly. They got in the cart and continued their conversation. “Unless donkeys fly, they’ll be calling me Mister President for the rest of my life. He can have Baltimore. I’m going to my lovely summer place: Silvervale.” And they drove off, tailed by a line of six more carts full of men and women in black suits.

Post Notes:
1. I have a feeling this will be really long and my good friend Teodora said it’s gonna be at least 20 chapters long. So I’m thinking of making a cast of characters and a list of pairings so things won’t get too confusing because there are gonna be many characters.
2. I’m really nervous because I don’t want this story to turn into a sort of “Hitch wannabe” or something. I’ll try to be careful and all.
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