Akimitsu 'Aki' Fujita

“Ah, I can see the bungalows from where I’m staying,” he nodded, and noticed how nice the bungalows looked. “Rockstar?” Emilio questioned and quirked a brow. “Do you have pictures? I need to see this,” he insisted.

He listened to Aki and when hearing him mention that he wants to fuck on a boat, he could only snort. “Well, I own a boat– not that I’m offering that up. It’s not the boat that everyone imagines it to be. Though, adopting all the animals is on my bucket list too. I get high, and I actually don’t drink that much– can’t operate a boat intoxicated,” he mused.

“Well, if you can see mine you’ve likely gotten a show a time or two. I do not mind nudity at all.” He gave the other man a little wink. “I do. Just google me. The bad is called Ragdolls.” He’d leave it like that and let Emilio stumble on the plethora of images that spanned so many look changes from his early years up til current. Including a couple where he dressed in drag so convincingly he’d rocked some straight men and their confidence in being purely straight. Ah, his younger years.

Sitting at the small coffee table, Cade tapped his pen on the wood top. He was trying to decide how to go about his upcoming planned expansions to the Estates. He needed to hire staff, building companies, probably find an investor. A lot of things if he was going to make this work and it would mean at least a month of construction on the island. He just wasn’t sure how to go about it. Bentley was laying at Cade’s feet, the dog chowing down on a bone underneath the table. Cade took a slow sip of his coffee, the papers laid out in front of him. 

Blueprints for either a new ice rink and his other option of an expansive free-range animal park. He couldn’t fit both, he had to weigh the ethical and environmental qualms of both options and make a decision. Casey had left it up to him to make the choice and set up the contracts. The best option was to find an investor. He laid back in his chair, sipping his coffee slowly outside the small shop in the Ellison Shopping Center. He glanced up seeing someone approaching him and he moved to scoot his chair in so he didn’t block the door, when he did, Bentley tried to jump up, knocking the table which resulted in the coffee flying off of the table and onto his shirt and parts of the table, “Fuck.”

Aki was already planning on coming in for some tea when he spotted Cade and made the decision to stop and chat some. Though he looked like he was mulling over something serious. But then perhaps that made it imperative he did so. Give him a break. So he did, with tea in hand.

When Bentley knocked into the table Aki’s hand shot up and covered his mouth as he repressed his laugh, though Cade would easily see the smile with hsi eyes and cheeks. “I mean, if you want. I’m sure we could give people quite the show.” He gave Cade a wink before squatting down, tea held safely a bit from his body, and reached out to greet and hopefully calm Bentley some with attention. “Hello, my pretty. I think your dad has a very foul mouth, yes?” He was all full of teasing, impish grins there.

The sole reason why he came to the island was to work less. But he couldn’t resist buying every history book the book store had to offer. While the internet was quicker and cheaper Aaron clearly had a soft spot for more old school media. Something that stuck with him from his time as a radio show host. Not to mention the fact that he just liked to horde books. Justifying it to himself that while he promised to work less he didn’t promise to not work at all. Which is how he ended up with a box full of books that if stacked on top of each other would surely be taller than himself. Despite his muscles screaming in agony because of the weight of the box he didn’t regret it until the box gave out.

Instead of picking up his books Aaron watched the pile through the hole in the box for a moment before letting out a tired sigh. It was still quite some distance to his apartment after all. His shoulders slumped, both from disappointed and the relief of no longer having to hold such a heavy box. Noticing that somebody was looking at him he looked up and shot them his signature smile. The smile he always used when things didn’t go as planned but he has to pretend it didn’t just ruin everything. Both in real life and on his podcasts.

“You wouldn’t have anything I could use to carry all of this?” Aaron asked, trying to sound upbeat. He wasn’t worried about the condition of the books, seeing as they were all hardcovers but he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to carry them home like this.

Aki was returning from the beach, having taken a long way to it to come in and stop for an ice cream.... because he could. So he had a canvas bag on him as he walked about in sandals and short, snug swimming shorts. He was humming a tune that had gotten stuck in his head, which he was trying to morph into something more when it happened.

Aki raised his sunglasses up on his his and looked at the mess with wide eyes and a hand over his mouth hiding his struggle to keep back an inappropriate laugh. When addressed...

“Uh...” he looked at his bag and did a quick assessment. “Yeah, I do.” He lifted the damp towel out of the bag, shifted the randoms like his wallet, phone and sunscreen into little pockets, and approached with his beach bag.

“I think it’s pretty sturdy too. So load it on up.” Aki held it open with the towel stay draped over his shoulder.

Aki woke up and, as he was want to do, said to himself it was enough. He couldn’t change what had happened with Markus. He couldn’t change that the son hed raised through so much of the formative years of his life was now adopted by someone that, to Aki, was a stranger. He couldn’t change that per the government Aki had no legal right to even demand time with his son.

He could write, though. He could sing. He could breathe and stand on his own two feet.

He was up by the cliffs now. Where people sometimes came to jump into the water below. A little away from that spot, out of their way if anyone came up. He had a blanket spread out, his guitar in his lap, a composition notebook open and weighed down at the corners by rocks. An here he sat, laying and writing. When someone came up close he looked over and smiled as the chord he was playing faded off.

“Hello.”

It didn’t take them long at the pet center as they had no luck in finding the orange tabby cat there. “Where do you live?” Emilio questioned as he followed after Aki, letting the younger man guide him. “So, Sir Sebastian, that’s a pretty fancy name,” he questioned, peering over at Aki. The other had very nice hair and it made him want to reach out to see how soft it actually was but they only just met which would make things awkward. 

“How long have you been on the island?” he asked curiously. “There is a lot to do on the island and I haven’t gotten the chance to take advantage of that. Do you have any suggestions?”

“I live in the over the water bungalows at Mermaid’s Walk,” Aki said as he led the way toward them. Aki then grinned widely. “I’m something of a Rockstar. And as is only fitting for the pet of a Rockastar, he needs a name to set him apart. Plus, he’s fucking majestic.”

“Hey!” Tamsen shoved at the man’s side playfully, feeling a blush rush to his cheeks from embarrassment. “Does that mean you’ll come to the shopping center sometime and help me look?” he questioned. 

“Of course, you like crowds and parties,” he teased. Tamsen saw the frown which made him frown in return, “Oh, come on, you got me as a date. Is that so bad? Plus, I’m letting you see kittens! Cute cuddly kittens.” 

“Let’s eat first, it’ll be better otherwise the kittens will be all over us and probably wanting to eat our food and they aren’t ready for that yet,” he mused.

“It definitely means I will come shopping with you.” How could he not? He’d likely buy a bunch of shit too. It was a weakness, even if there was no one special to share with right now. Just one offs and... whatever things were with Nevada.

“Well, duh, Rockstar God,” he said as he struck a little pose and then winked at Tamsen. “And no. It’s not. You’re a darling, and there are kittens.” He grinned a bit. He’d try for Tamsen, because he didn’t deserve the morose Aki who was depressed.

“Really,” he brightened, but he paused and felt a blush come up to his cheeks. “I.. may not be interested in better fashion but maybe, wearing something sexy, or I don’t know.. I’m into BDSM, so wearing something for someone that they’ll enjoy.”

“I don’t mind the people, but it’s busy tonight with this event going on. I’m sure everybody has gone off their own way,” Tamsen peered around them. “I wonder how many of the clients and staff participated,’ he shrugged. “Plus, kittens are more important.” He took out his keys and filed through each one on the keyring before finding the right one to unlock the back door to the pet center. “Here we are.”

Aki’s eyes widened and brightened. A big, wide smile appearing on his lips. He then put an arm around Tamsen’s shoulder. “Darling, you are speaking my language. BDSM is, like... ugh. Wonderful. You and I are going to be wonderful friends.” It was nice to know he wasn’t the only kinky motherfucker on this island.

Aki sighed. “Honestly, I like people, crowds and parties usually. But... not right now.” He said with a frown. “I did this to make myself leave my bungalow, but I’m regretting it.” He removed his arm with another sigh. But then he perked up a little as Tamsen got them into the place where the kittens were.

Emilio brightened, he felt giddy like a kid on Christmas day. He couldn’t wait to hug the cat and just nuzzle into the big ball of fur. “That sounds great, I would love to meet him and if BP is there, he surely won’t run off if he knows that I’m coming,” he chuckled and smiled happily.

“If I ever decide to move onto the island, or get an actual home, I will adopt more. Maybe, even a dog too. I just love all animals,” he hummed happily. “We can stop to see if BP was taken there, if I stay there to see all the animals I will never leave and I rather find BP first.”

“That would be amazing,” Aki said happily. He liked cats a good deal, and the mystery cat had been on his mind as to why he would flee. All he wanted to do was pet him! So if having the owner there? That would be ace. That is, if it was Emilio’s cat and not some other cat on the loose.

“Maine Coon,” he brightened. “I’ve never seen one in person before! I have to meet him,” Emilio exclaimed.

“If I had an actual home, I wouldn’t hesitate to take them in but it’s kind of hard when I live on a boat and BP has grown on the idea of living on the boat because he always comes and goes as he pleases.” Emilio frowned, but he only shrugged. “I still think it would be good to go see them”

“Aki, it’s a pleasure, glad to not only be the only cat lover on the island.”

“They are big and fluffy and awesome.” He said with a smile and then perked up. “We can go now and you can meet him. And maybe your cat is there visiting.” Aki wasn't happy about inviting strangers into his private home, but... this was different. And he just had this feeling.

Cade: So are you asking me for BDSM or drugs?

Cade: Cause my recommendations are very different depending on the request.

Friday Night wasn’t over yet, not for Aki who hadn’t slept. Until the club closed he’d been there, dancing until he dripped with sweat. Riding the high of some uppers he’d gotten off of someone. Trusting their safety because Casey and Cade would likely fuck a person up for bringing bad shit. Or so that was his reasoning. He chased that high the entire night.

He had no idea who he’d wandered the island with after. He didn’t go home, though. There had been joints and Aki kept a bottle of Morgan in his hand to sip on. There had been some serious and not so serious theological discussions... stargazing from the little group that peter’d off until only Aki remained as the sun rose and painted the sky in colors.

He’d sat there on a strip of grass before the main beach began, pointing to the East. Watching the sky lighten up gradually. He was down to cigarettes, the little pill bottle in his pocket forgotten as he came down. The bottle of Morgan almost gone from the night of drinking on it, cradled in his lap. 

The song came to mind and all too soon he started to sing, his voice the only music and uncaring of anyone who might be coming out early on a Saturday.

Marcus sighed softly as he stretched out on the beach. He loved the feeling of the sun on his skin and the sand beneath his toes. Currently he was wearing nothing but his swim trunks which were hanging low on his hips and pretty short all things considered. He was excited to get out and to be back on the beach. Looking around, Marcus noticed another person and smiled brightly. “Hey! Suns great today, right?” Marcus knew that part of living on the island would be making new friends and meeting new people so he was eager to get started.

“I’m Marcus.” He walked over and held out his hand. “I’m just an accountant. Nothing too flashy.” He had quickly come to realize that a lot of the people here were either famous or just exceedingly wealthy so he liked to clear up right away his lack of following in just about any sense of the word.

Aki was out in the sun on the beach. He was looking out of the water, lounging in his skin tight swimming shorts. A bottle of sunscreen on the table next to him as well water, some kind of fruity mixed drink, a pack of cigarettes, phone playing music and... in his fingers a blunt. An umbella gave him and the empty lounger next to him some shade. All in all, it was seemingly a good day.

The truth was, it was a good day only because he was stoned with a steady tipsy alcohol buzz undertone since, well, late morning.

“Hello, gorgeous. Honestly, couldn’t give a shit if you were a janitor. We’re all running the same fucked up rat race.” He took another hit and offered it to the very nice looking man in short-shorts. “Wanna hit?”

“Well, to be honest, the only true clean lines you’re going to find here are the blown glass. There might be a couple metal pieces I could interest you in, but that’s because they’ve been painted and buffed out. Powdercoated, actually. Can’t tell ya how nerve-wracking it is to have that sent out. Looks cleaner that way, though.”

John began wandering the store to one of the pieces he wanted to show off. “You can find all the glass and glass-inlays by the register, but I want to show you somethin’.” John came around the corner of some smaller pieces to open his arms to a fabricated anatomical heart made out of casted aluminum. The piece was polished and plain save for the black veins which were actually pieces of springs and the arteries which were a deep red, darker than blood. It was crafted on the pedestal of an open hand, which was painted white and had black veins as well, and the heart seemed to float in midair until you got close enough to see the thin curve of glass holding it.

“The heart belongs in the hand,” John said. “People usually take it in a negative way, but they belong together.”

Aki nodded as John explained that the pieces to bit with Aki’s descriptions would be limited. He had expected that. He had a very fixed theme in his head and in his little home here.

“Show away,” he said, motioning John on. He was eager to see what the man would have to show him. He was hoping for something really special, and was not disappointed. His eyes widened at his first glimpse and he gracefully slipped past John and came up close, pulling an eyeglass gase from a pocket and then placing a pair of glasses on his nose. No touching, be he leaned in and got eye level as he looked at it. Picking out all of the little details silently before stepping back and taking it all in as a whole again.

Aki’s hand came up without realizing it and covered his heart in his chest. “Oh... wow...” His glasses were on the tip of his nose, perched there and thin. Obviously readers. He looked over them at John and then back to the piece. 

“I sort of know how to use a sewing machine, but more so, I know a few different hand stitch techniques. There a lot you can learn from sitting around a group of people who all vary in ages.” He had made a lot of friends during the time he when getting chemo, they taught him a lot of things. Like, how to make bracelets or several different hand stitches. “I’ll give it a try,” he assured.

Tamsen held open the door as he exited the Grotto, leading the way to the pet center. “That’s great to hear! You’ll have to bring him by sometime. That’s the best, Branson love to bask out in the sun when he’s out in the yard at the center, or he just soaks in the pool.” 

“I can show you some. I’m a little rusty, I don’t have to do my own hemming so much anymore. But I still have my machine for emergencies. And hand stitching works as well.” Aki smiled. “I like fashion. It is great and you can be as individual as you want with it. It is it’s own kind of armor too.”

Aki sighed as they moved out into the night, away from the people and the restaurant. Eyes gravitating up to the sky. “I will. Bring him by,” he added so it was clear what he spoke about. “Good idea getting out of there, by the way.” He flashed Tamsen a smile. “Too peopley, not recommended.” He then chuckled.