Disclaimer:All plot, setting, chara

Disclaimer:

All plot, setting, characters, and etc. of Finder Series. The cover picture wasn't mine. No money was being made off this piece of fiction.

Author's Notes: Never read and heard this is out of this world, insane plot in VF fandom myself. So we made one. Inspired by .Xanda's Young Princes, a HP fic.

General Warnings: Alternate universe, dimensional hopping, hinted MPREG, OCs,

The Wedding Gatecrashers

The private but extravagant wedding ceremony is filled with forced liveliness shared by a small number of people.

The blushing bride however, Azumi Seira is smiling in smug victory. Her mind already scheming with future plans layer with greed of fame and power.

Sheep. Foolish bitch, blind to what is obvious, Kirishima and Suoh simultaneously think with resignation inside their minds. Both displaying poker face as they stand on their post in the name of duty for their boss.

When suddenly out of the blue, a loud crack cancels the exchange of vows into a halt. Immediately, Kirishima and Suoh barricade their boss and the wife-to-be.

Everyone assembled stops short when pink smokescreen appears in the middle of the aisle. When it finally faded, in its place stands three children in age-appropriate three piece suits.

For a moment, all stood transfix and spellbound at the sheer impossibility of the trio's arrival. A sudden shift of reality is far from what any normal person should be expecting.

Kirishima openly gapes due to the uncanny resemblance of the youngest boy and the eldest to the couple he had served with his life. Albeit the former is a child lookalike of Asami Ryuuichi, and the latter the vibrant Takaba Akihito.

Suoh even did a double-take also realizing the same thing.

Asami Ryuuichi holds his breath, golden eyes concentrating at the eldest boy. Logically, he knows that it is not the same person. The boy appeared to be in the age of a middle schooler, bearing an air of authority behind its seemingly fragile, youthful image and golden eyes.

The follow-up stunned silence is shattered by the only girl of the trio.

"Whoah," she breathes, impressed. "This wedding must have cost a few banks." Her golden eyes then widens as they travel from one person to another. "Oops."

The little boy mini-lookalike of Asami that looked to be six years old, face-palms gracefully. "We are so screwed," he whines adorably and is about to throw a tantrum of big-time magnitude when the eldest boy scoops him up for comfort.

"Calm down, Ryuu-chan," the eldest soothes warmly. "This one is in my lot since I'm the brain to this venture." The deadpanned admission coaxes out a giggle from the little boy.

This, Kirishima thinks with a ridiculous urge to grab a digital camera, must be documented.

Suoh stares at the little boys.

Others shivered with creeping dread from the sound, that such a thing is even possible, coming from the Asami Ryuuichi in mini-version.

Any other various reactions is stopped by the raven haired girl, that looked to be in the same age as the eldest boy, who mutters, "Good point, aniki. Although, you are banking this one on the favourite card. Again."

In response, the eldest golden eyes sparkle with mischievous fire. "In any attack, one can use any necessary means available, Hime-chan," the boy reminds grinning unrepentantly.

Hime-chan, the girl shares a playful grin at the boy. "Using father's lesson to himself? How devious of you, aniki."

Without the difficulty of another weigh on his arms, the boy graciously bows to the girl, prompting another round of giggle to the boy on his arms.

The trio then laughs gaily, uncaring of their audience, which in turn make few of their audience to chuckle softly.

As a result, the eldest boy's gaze sweeps the hall and nearly everyone had to fight back a shudder as the golden eyes assess them meticulously like an x-ray. Satisfied to see no danger, he withdraws his scrutiny to give attention from a little nudger.

"Papa will be very furious though," mini-Asami voices out this time in warning. All three pauses to consider this statement.

Kirishima spares a moment to glance surreptitiously at his boss, who is clearly watching the trio's interaction avidly.

"And that will be the time we can benefit from your kicked puppy expression Ryuu-chan!" the girl gleefully announces in an authoritative voice that brooked no protests.

To that, most people swivel their heads at one Asami Ryuuichi as if to connect the actual picture to his person.

Both Kirishima and Suoh who had their self-preservation instincts did not even dare to contemplate to think more of that subject. They can't help but gape however at the visible evidence of role reversal going on between the eldest and youngest boys.

In a sudden leap of insight, the bride finally finds her voice to say, "Are you my children from the future?"

As one, the trio pins Azumi with appraising eyes. Azumi might be a fool, but she's not that stupid enough not to notice the scorn of regards display by the trio seconds later after their inspection. Her eyes narrow in suspicion.

"And you are?" the eldest boy enquires in a genial tone oddly reminding Kirishima and Suoh of their boss' tone whenever someone idiotically would surely replied with a wrong answer.

"I am Azumi Seira, soon to be Asami Seira. I demand to know who you are to ruin my wedding!" Her voice ends with a shrilling echo of a banshee across the hall, resulting for those near her to flinch from the sound.

A heartbeat later, Mini-Asami looks mildly disturbed, even deigning to spare a haughty is-this-the-next-best-thing-you-choose glance to Asami Ryuuichi. The girl's warmth personality takes an abrupt change of apathy and condescension, as if Azumi is not fit enough to carry even her slippers. The eldest boy's eyes gleam in dark amusement. He did not seem particularly offended, inclining his head in the barest of acknowledgement at Azumi.

The polite act throws everyone off the loop, as it somehow in a way, managed to convey as someone superior looking down to an elder with the same status in a patronizing manner which is not really a good sensation to feel.

"Azumi-san," the eldest starts evenly, making the honorific sounds like an insult to everyone's ears. Azumi bristles, eyes seething in anger. "I'm not obliged to give you the answers to who we are since anyone with a functional brain could realize who we really are."

Cheeky brat. A faintest of smirk tugged at the corners of Asama's lips, contented to let the power play to continue on.

It would have been a good source of laugh if the situation is not making everyone tense and nervous, to Kirishima especially. The hints are driving home to one single source. Someone who died several years ago.

It's nice to see someone shooting Azumi a peg or two from her pedestal, Suoh thinks in appreciation.

"We are looking for someone—" the eldest then clears his throat pointedly, a significant glance at Asami Ryuuichi for good measure.

"Akihito," the girl continues smoothly, repeating it once more. "Takaba Akihito."

Smiles of complete worship and reverence grace the trio's faces, transforming them to majestic angels. "Our papa."

Instantly, the tension plummets to sub-zero level from this revelation.

What?

What?!

Most audience are confused at the mention value of this name. Kirishima and Suoh straighten a faint stir of surprise on their faces. Both casting worried eyes at their boss, who has kept his silence and calm from the start.

Asami keeps a tight reign over his emotions at this revelation. There is no reason to hope for something utterly impossible and downright mental. How else can it be explain how these children came to be? Only in another universe maybe.

"You brats are crazy! Takaba Akihito is dead!

All heads turn to Sudou Shuu's direction by the entrance, and from the looks of it, the model arrived fashionably late.

"Interesting. You sounded so sure of that detail," the girl points out, her expression taking on a shadow cast, unnerving even the bravest of men and women.

Mini-Asami cranes his head for a better look. "One of them?" he asks, not really expecting an answer as he carries on. "Papa is going to flip. I see father in his lonesome in the near future." This observation produces a bark of laughter from the eldest and the girl.

Kirishima can't help but smile. This solidifies the proof of the trio's parentage. Their sadistic tendency can only came from one source.

Before any rejoinder can be uttered, another crack echoes inside the hall. This time, pink smoke envelopes near the trio.

Someone is wheezing as the smoke starts to dissipate.

And all are utterly loss for words, again.

"Oof!" A platinum blond man wheezes as the warping portal behind him spat him out. He lands gracefully on to his feet, knees bending as he takes careful gulps of breath. He certainly arrives with style on his dark blue kimono, black hakama, and the white haori embroidered with the Asami family emblem, and finishing the ensemble is a pair white tabi (socks) and zori (Japanese wooden sandals).

"Ha… ah…" Akihito pants, keeping his head between his legs. "I hate it when this happened. Next time, I will have that Bovino bastard to test drive that damn parallel world bazooka himself. See how he likes—" Akihito freezes from his rumblings, instincts telling him that he's not suppose to be in this place and time.

Sparing a curiousotory glance on his surroundings, Akihito nearly chokes. His soul dies a little at the situation lay out in front of him.

"What the fuck?!" Akihito murmurs to himself. Then his eyes land at the sheepish face of his precious trio. Immediately, a detrimental smile to anyone's health is plastered on his face.

Back from the trio's world, their papa's expression would have reduced any lesser human to weeping mess. It's a branded guilt-tripping kind of expression, cowing the receiver to his knees and face flat on the ground. It worked most of the time, with the exceptions of Akihito's fr

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Tuyên bố từ chối:Tất cả cốt truyện, thiết lập, ký tự, và vv loạt Finder. Hình ảnh bìa không phải là tôi. Không có tiền đang được thực hiện ra này mảnh viễn tưởng.Ghi chú của tác giả: không bao giờ đọc và nghe nói điều này là ra khỏi âm mưu này thế giới, điên trong Phi đội VF mộ bản thân mình. Vì vậy, chúng tôi thực hiện một. Cảm hứng. Hoàng tử trẻ của Xanda, một fic HP.Cảnh báo chung: Vũ trụ, chiều nhảy, ẩn MPREG, OCs,Gatecrashers cướiLễ cưới riêng nhưng lộng lẫy đầy sinh động bắt buộc được chia sẻ bởi một số ít người.Cô dâu đỏ mặt Tuy nhiên, Azumi Seira mỉm cười trong smug chiến thắng. Tâm trí của cô đã quy hoạch với kế hoạch tương lai lớp với lòng tham của danh tiếng và sức mạnh.Cừu. Ngu si bitch, mù với những gì là rõ ràng, Kirishima và Nanano nghĩ rằng cùng một lúc với từ chức bên trong tâm trí của họ. Cả hai Hiển thị khuôn mặt poker như họ đứng trên đăng bài của họ trong tên của nhiệm vụ cho ông chủ của họ.Khi đột nhiên ra màu xanh, một vết nứt lớn hủy bỏ việc trao đổi của nguyện vào ngưng. Ngay lập tức, Kirishima và Nanano tự ông chủ của họ và các vợ.Tất cả mọi người tập hợp điểm dừng ngắn khi smokescreen màu hồng xuất hiện ở giữa lối đi. Khi nó cuối cùng đã phai mờ, ở chỗ nó là viết tắt của ba đứa con trong bộ quần áo phù hợp với tuổi ba mảnh.Cho một thời điểm, tất cả đứng transfix và say mê tại impossibility của trio đến, tuyệt. Một sự thay đổi đột ngột của thực tế là xa những gì bất kỳ người bình thường nên chờ đợi.Kirishima openly gapes due to the uncanny resemblance of the youngest boy and the eldest to the couple he had served with his life. Albeit the former is a child lookalike of Asami Ryuuichi, and the latter the vibrant Takaba Akihito.Suoh even did a double-take also realizing the same thing.Asami Ryuuichi holds his breath, golden eyes concentrating at the eldest boy. Logically, he knows that it is not the same person. The boy appeared to be in the age of a middle schooler, bearing an air of authority behind its seemingly fragile, youthful image and golden eyes.The follow-up stunned silence is shattered by the only girl of the trio."Whoah," she breathes, impressed. "This wedding must have cost a few banks." Her golden eyes then widens as they travel from one person to another. "Oops."The little boy mini-lookalike of Asami that looked to be six years old, face-palms gracefully. "We are so screwed," he whines adorably and is about to throw a tantrum of big-time magnitude when the eldest boy scoops him up for comfort."Calm down, Ryuu-chan," the eldest soothes warmly. "This one is in my lot since I'm the brain to this venture." The deadpanned admission coaxes out a giggle from the little boy.This, Kirishima thinks with a ridiculous urge to grab a digital camera, must be documented.Suoh stares at the little boys.Others shivered with creeping dread from the sound, that such a thing is even possible, coming from the Asami Ryuuichi in mini-version.Any other various reactions is stopped by the raven haired girl, that looked to be in the same age as the eldest boy, who mutters, "Good point, aniki. Although, you are banking this one on the favourite card. Again."In response, the eldest golden eyes sparkle with mischievous fire. "In any attack, one can use any necessary means available, Hime-chan," the boy reminds grinning unrepentantly.Hime-chan, the girl shares a playful grin at the boy. "Using father's lesson to himself? How devious of you, aniki."Without the difficulty of another weigh on his arms, the boy graciously bows to the girl, prompting another round of giggle to the boy on his arms.The trio then laughs gaily, uncaring of their audience, which in turn make few of their audience to chuckle softly.As a result, the eldest boy's gaze sweeps the hall and nearly everyone had to fight back a shudder as the golden eyes assess them meticulously like an x-ray. Satisfied to see no danger, he withdraws his scrutiny to give attention from a little nudger."Papa will be very furious though," mini-Asami voices out this time in warning. All three pauses to consider this statement.Kirishima spares a moment to glance surreptitiously at his boss, who is clearly watching the trio's interaction avidly."And that will be the time we can benefit from your kicked puppy expression Ryuu-chan!" the girl gleefully announces in an authoritative voice that brooked no protests.To that, most people swivel their heads at one Asami Ryuuichi as if to connect the actual picture to his person.Both Kirishima and Suoh who had their self-preservation instincts did not even dare to contemplate to think more of that subject. They can't help but gape however at the visible evidence of role reversal going on between the eldest and youngest boys.In a sudden leap of insight, the bride finally finds her voice to say, "Are you my children from the future?"As one, the trio pins Azumi with appraising eyes. Azumi might be a fool, but she's not that stupid enough not to notice the scorn of regards display by the trio seconds later after their inspection. Her eyes narrow in suspicion."And you are?" the eldest boy enquires in a genial tone oddly reminding Kirishima and Suoh of their boss' tone whenever someone idiotically would surely replied with a wrong answer."I am Azumi Seira, soon to be Asami Seira. I demand to know who you are to ruin my wedding!" Her voice ends with a shrilling echo of a banshee across the hall, resulting for those near her to flinch from the sound.A heartbeat later, Mini-Asami looks mildly disturbed, even deigning to spare a haughty is-this-the-next-best-thing-you-choose glance to Asami Ryuuichi. The girl's warmth personality takes an abrupt change of apathy and condescension, as if Azumi is not fit enough to carry even her slippers. The eldest boy's eyes gleam in dark amusement. He did not seem particularly offended, inclining his head in the barest of acknowledgement at Azumi.The polite act throws everyone off the loop, as it somehow in a way, managed to convey as someone superior looking down to an elder with the same status in a patronizing manner which is not really a good sensation to feel."Azumi-san," the eldest starts evenly, making the honorific sounds like an insult to everyone's ears. Azumi bristles, eyes seething in anger. "I'm not obliged to give you the answers to who we are since anyone with a functional brain could realize who we really are."Cheeky brat. A faintest of smirk tugged at the corners of Asama's lips, contented to let the power play to continue on.It would have been a good source of laugh if the situation is not making everyone tense and nervous, to Kirishima especially. The hints are driving home to one single source. Someone who died several years ago.It's nice to see someone shooting Azumi a peg or two from her pedestal, Suoh thinks in appreciation."We are looking for someone—" the eldest then clears his throat pointedly, a significant glance at Asami Ryuuichi for good measure."Akihito," the girl continues smoothly, repeating it once more. "Takaba Akihito."Smiles of complete worship and reverence grace the trio's faces, transforming them to majestic angels. "Our papa."Instantly, the tension plummets to sub-zero level from this revelation.What?What?!Most audience are confused at the mention value of this name. Kirishima and Suoh straighten a faint stir of surprise on their faces. Both casting worried eyes at their boss, who has kept his silence and calm from the start.
Asami keeps a tight reign over his emotions at this revelation. There is no reason to hope for something utterly impossible and downright mental. How else can it be explain how these children came to be? Only in another universe maybe.

"You brats are crazy! Takaba Akihito is dead!

All heads turn to Sudou Shuu's direction by the entrance, and from the looks of it, the model arrived fashionably late.

"Interesting. You sounded so sure of that detail," the girl points out, her expression taking on a shadow cast, unnerving even the bravest of men and women.

Mini-Asami cranes his head for a better look. "One of them?" he asks, not really expecting an answer as he carries on. "Papa is going to flip. I see father in his lonesome in the near future." This observation produces a bark of laughter from the eldest and the girl.

Kirishima can't help but smile. This solidifies the proof of the trio's parentage. Their sadistic tendency can only came from one source.

Before any rejoinder can be uttered, another crack echoes inside the hall. This time, pink smoke envelopes near the trio.

Someone is wheezing as the smoke starts to dissipate.

And all are utterly loss for words, again.

"Oof!" A platinum blond man wheezes as the warping portal behind him spat him out. He lands gracefully on to his feet, knees bending as he takes careful gulps of breath. He certainly arrives with style on his dark blue kimono, black hakama, and the white haori embroidered with the Asami family emblem, and finishing the ensemble is a pair white tabi (socks) and zori (Japanese wooden sandals).

"Ha… ah…" Akihito pants, keeping his head between his legs. "I hate it when this happened. Next time, I will have that Bovino bastard to test drive that damn parallel world bazooka himself. See how he likes—" Akihito freezes from his rumblings, instincts telling him that he's not suppose to be in this place and time.

Sparing a curiousotory glance on his surroundings, Akihito nearly chokes. His soul dies a little at the situation lay out in front of him.

"What the fuck?!" Akihito murmurs to himself. Then his eyes land at the sheepish face of his precious trio. Immediately, a detrimental smile to anyone's health is plastered on his face.

Back from the trio's world, their papa's expression would have reduced any lesser human to weeping mess. It's a branded guilt-tripping kind of expression, cowing the receiver to his knees and face flat on the ground. It worked most of the time, with the exceptions of Akihito's fr