After reading so many fictions by m

After reading so many fictions by many superb Viewfinder authors, I am inspired and wanted to give this fandom a try. This is my first Viewfinder fiction. Any similarities to other author's fictions are purely coincidental. The idea came about when I was driving. (Uh, I had no idea why I tend to have weird thoughts while driving)

Self beta-ed. English is not my mother tongue. Also, I tend to mix British English and American English. I studied British English but from where I come from, American English is also acceptable. Sorry! If you notice I mix up some tenses, do pm me and I will try my best to fix it.

Disclaimer: Viewfinder and its notable characters belong to the great Yamane Ayano sensei. I do not earn anything from writing this fan fiction.

Asami picked up his phone on the first ring. "Akihito." He smirked.

"Asami?"

"Anything wrong?" Asami asked when he heard the photographer was stalling.

"Uhm, the Mackerel fish that you told me to buy for dinner? It's sold out. The fishmonger told me they were selling like hot cakes today. So, I'll be buying the next best thing."

"No, I specifically told you that I wanted that for dinner."

"And I just told you that it was sold out, you bastard."Akihito replied sarcastically.

Asami sat on his leather chair. He took no notice of his bodyguards and secretary standing in the room and spoke, "Did you try Marukoshi?"

Akihito snorted. "That expensive shop that sells everything double the price? No fucking way! I will not pay for something that I can get cheaper outside!"

"Use my credit card. Didn't I give you one last week?" Asami chuckled. With his unoccupied hand, he released the locks to his safe and retrieved his gun.

"I'm NOT using the credit card!" Akihito shouted. "I can afford to buy a damn fish! I just hate going to that place. Do you know Marukoshi's nick name? It's known as the rich housewives' mart," Akihito sneered.

"You are a rich housewife."

"Bastard! I am not your housewife!" Akihito shouted.

Asami had to distance the phone from his ears. His boy can really yell when he's furious. After a series of bastard, jerk and perverted yakuza, the photographer calmed down. Asami pressed the phone to his ear.

"Just buy everything you need there. Use the card, Akihito," the yakuza ordered as he checked his gun.

This time, his lover sighed. "I don't want to! The salesgirl and cashier are stuck up bitches! The last time I went in to get something, they stared at my torn jeans and laughed at me. They were not discreet about it."

Asami could picture his lover pouting. He must be biting his lip. Akihito does that when he is in a whiny mode.

"Why, those sluts," Asami replied calmly even though he felt his temper rising.

"Yeah," Akihito agreed before continuing, "So can I buy other….?"

"No." Asami looked up at Kirishima who immediately stepped forward to offer a clean cloth for Asami. He took the phone and held it close to the Asami's ear while the drug lord expertly disassembled his gun for cleaning.

"But I can't find it elsewhere, bastard! You are so picky with food! Since I couldn't get the ingredients, can we order sushi tonight?"

Asami smiled. He knew his lover was trying to trick him into agreeing. "I am sick of sushi. We ate them for three dinners already.

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Sau khi đọc rất nhiều fictions bởi nhiều tác giả kính ngắm tuyệt vời, tôi là cảm hứng và muốn cho mộ này một thử. Điều này là của tôi đầu tiên kính ngắm viễn tưởng. Bất kỳ điểm tương đồng với tác giả khác fictions là hoàn toàn do sự ngâu hợp. Ý tưởng đến khi tôi đã lái xe. (Uh, tôi không có ý tưởng tại sao tôi có xu hướng có ý nghĩ kỳ lạ trong khi lái xe)Tiếng Anh phiên bản beta-ed. tự không phải là tiếng mẹ đẻ của tôi. Ngoài ra, tôi có xu hướng pha trộn tiếng Anh và tiếng Anh Mỹ. Tôi học tiếng Anh nhưng từ nơi tôi đến từ, tiếng Anh Mỹ là cũng chấp nhận được. Xin lỗi! Nếu bạn nhận thấy tôi trộn lên một số thì, làm pm tôi và tôi sẽ cố gắng hết mình để sửa chữa nó.Tuyên bố từ chối: Kính ngắm và các nhân vật nổi tiếng thuộc các sensei Yamane Ayano tuyệt vời. Tôi không kiếm được bất cứ điều gì từ viết tiểu thuyết fan hâm mộ này.Asami đã chọn lên điện thoại của mình trong vòng đầu tiên. "Akihito." Ông cười."Asami?""Bất cứ điều gì sai?" Asami hỏi khi ông nghe các nhiếp ảnh gia trì hoãn."Uhm, cá biển bạn nói với tôi để mua cho bữa ăn tối? Nó được bán ra. Fishmonger nói với tôi họ đã bán như Bể bánh vào ngày hôm nay. Vì vậy, tôi sẽ mua điều tốt nhất tiếp theo.""Không, tôi đặc biệt nói với bạn rằng tôi muốn mà cho bữa ăn tối.""Và tôi chỉ nói với bạn rằng nó đã được bán ra, khốn nạn." Akihito trả lời sarcastically.Asami ngồi trên ghế da của mình. Ông đã không có thông báo của các vệ sĩ của mình và thư ký thường trực trong phòng và nói, "Bạn đã cố gắng Marukoshi?"Akihito snorted. "Mà cửa hàng đắt tiền bán tất cả mọi thứ tăng gấp đôi giá? Không có cách nào chết tiệt! Tôi sẽ không trả tiền cho một cái gì đó mà tôi có thể nhận được rẻ hơn bên ngoài!""Use my credit card. Didn't I give you one last week?" Asami chuckled. With his unoccupied hand, he released the locks to his safe and retrieved his gun."I'm NOT using the credit card!" Akihito shouted. "I can afford to buy a damn fish! I just hate going to that place. Do you know Marukoshi's nick name? It's known as the rich housewives' mart," Akihito sneered."You are a rich housewife.""Bastard! I am not your housewife!" Akihito shouted.Asami had to distance the phone from his ears. His boy can really yell when he's furious. After a series of bastard, jerk and perverted yakuza, the photographer calmed down. Asami pressed the phone to his ear."Just buy everything you need there. Use the card, Akihito," the yakuza ordered as he checked his gun.This time, his lover sighed. "I don't want to! The salesgirl and cashier are stuck up bitches! The last time I went in to get something, they stared at my torn jeans and laughed at me. They were not discreet about it."Asami could picture his lover pouting. He must be biting his lip. Akihito does that when he is in a whiny mode."Why, those sluts," Asami replied calmly even though he felt his temper rising."Yeah," Akihito agreed before continuing, "So can I buy other….?""No." Asami looked up at Kirishima who immediately stepped forward to offer a clean cloth for Asami. He took the phone and held it close to the Asami's ear while the drug lord expertly disassembled his gun for cleaning."Nhưng tôi không thể tìm thấy nó ở nơi khác, đồ khốn! Bạn đang quá picky với thực phẩm! Kể từ khi tôi không thể nhận được các thành phần, có thể chúng tôi đặt hàng sushi tối nay?"Asami cười. Ông biết người yêu của mình đã cố gắng để đánh lừa anh ta đồng ý. "Tôi là bệnh của sushi. Chúng tôi ăn chúng cho ba bữa ăn tối đã.