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IN CHARGE (Gangster!AU)

YuuMika Week 2017, Day 1: Alternate Universe or Crossover

Rating: T

Summary: Before a dispute can break out between the Shindo faction and Amane faction, Mikaela seeks for Yuuichirou and demands for them to talk.

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The place is one of the most decent among its type, the drinks are mostly top-notch with the highest quality, and the hosts and hostesses are all prime and have class. This bar is only one of the many hospitality establishment owned by the notorious and widely known Hyakuya Group. Seated in one of the leather couch inside the VIP room is Mikaela Shindo, leader of the Shindo faction, and across from him is Yuuichirou Amane, leader of Amane faction.

Of why the two are exchanging concentrated gazes as though there's an internal battle occurring is because of the soon-to-be addressed rumors that Mikaela got a hold of yesterday. He can barely contain his irritation, the neutral stare from before is slowly becoming a glare full of hate as he keeps his brows from twitching in irk.

He promptly glances at the glass of brandy provided by Akane, – the one who runs this place – herself, a while ago and decides against drinking it, yet. "So," he starts, breaking the silent war. "I heard you're planning to overthrow me."

Yuuichirou, on the other hand, brings his own glass to his lips and takes a sip. His face looks relaxed, dauntless even, and a faint self-sufficient smirk is threatening to surface. "I am."

Mikaela sighs. This man's mischievousness is not something the blonde isn't accustomed to, but this is a matter he'd like to attend to seriously and he doesn't need anymore of his nonsense. Conflicts and disputes are things that are not unheard of when it comes to the small factions of the main clan, and it is only normal for them to have a strife in power every now and then. However, that doesn't mean that it is advisable. Just thinking about how disappointed the Boss will be once he hears his children are fighting each other already gives Mikaela a head ache. Furthermore, he can understand if the one portending his position has a plausible reason for doing so, but more often than not, this man in front of him doesn't follow logical reasonings and frequently bases his decisions only from his moods and whims.

He attempts to calm himself and avoids his composure from looking on edge, yet his voice apparently falis to mask his slowly decreasing patience. "I'm sure this is not a power struggle, care to explain why?"

The ravenette stands and strides his way to the blonde, earning a confused look from him. He invades Mikaela's personal space and settles on leaning against the table, just a little on Mikaela's left but almost exactly in front of him as he meets him face to face except, where he remains seated at the couch, Yuuichirou sits at the marble table and looking down at him with a playful smile that never seems to leave his lips.

"It's simple, because I don't like your way of handling things," he answers as-a-matter-of-factly as if it's enough to cater all the confusion and questions bubbling up.

Puffing out an air from his nose, Mikaela let his brows to furrow. His gaze falls at the glass in front of him once again and briefly takes a chug of the brandy, grimacing at the temperature that it becomes. "Why the hell are you suddenly so interested in my way of work? You don't even know half of what I'm doing."

"That's true," Yuuichirou replies. He places his right arm on the back of the couch and traps Mikaela on this side as he reclines closer to him, so close the blonde is able to exhale his perfume that smells fresh mint and musk. It's intoxicating and so, so addicting. "But don't think I don't know that you're secretly meeting with that Bathory guy and that you're getting quite close with that Eusford guy."

Mikaela raises one of his brow at the plain stupidity of his statement. His claims are correct and fitting, but this conversation is still a complex puzzle for him. If anything, the more the ravenette explains, the more it gets confusing.

"Well, yeah, socializing is part of my job. So, what of it?"

"Hell no! Socializing doesn't include secret meetings." Yuuichirou, unconciously it seems, elevates his voice and earns another glare from Mikaela.

"What? What are you getting at now? Are you saying you're jealous of the people I'm mingling with?"

With this, the ravenette averts his gaze from the blonde but does nothing to withdraw from his place. He even has the audacity to pout like a little kid as though everything about this is only a child's play for him.

"You're unbelievable, Yuu-chan," he laughs, genuine and filled of mirth. Under normal circumstances, Mikaela will find him cute and eventually give in and coddle his lover, but this is not in any way a normal circumstance and he will not back down just because of his adorable display. "But that can't be, you know that it's my work and I'm not just going to drop it because they are essential to the Boss."

The blonde shifts back to his businesslike posture and keeps himself from wavering. While it's true that his work nowadays have plenty of involvement with the Bathory and the Eusford, Mikaela always makes sure that their meetings are strictly professional, no matter how much advances the two are attempting to perform. He only brushes them off and pretends not to notice. He is loyal—devoted to the Boss and faithful to his lover, and it's not like Yuuichirou doesn't trust him, he knows for sure that it's those two that he is skeptic of. However, with that being all said and clear, it's still incongruous to declare a war to his brother faction just because of his personal grudges especially since the Shindo and Amane faction are both directly under the main house.

It will absolutely wound the whole Hyakuya group if two of its most prominent wings continue their dispute, so Mikaela gives his resolute to prevent it as much as he can.

"I know it's your job," he pauses, retracts his arm and crosses them together, and meets Mikaela's gaze, "and that's exactly why I'll overthrow you. I'll strip you of your position and take you under my wing, and I'll be in charge of you by then and stop you from doing those nasty work. I'll never order you to do those ever again."

Mikaela can't help the look of disbelief from unrolling from his face. His heart is somersaulting and screaming: how considerate, how sweet, how possessive, but his mind is grinding and shouting: how unreasonable, how unprofessional, how stupid. "Yuu-chan, you're being irrational right now," he let his tone slip from serious to one full of fondness that he only uses to his lover.

"I know... but Mika, there's no rational or irrational when it comes to you. I don't like how they look at you and you're mine, I'd like to keep it that way."

At this point, Mikaela doesn't know if feeling overwhelmed and engulfed with so many good emotions is the right thing to do, but he can't help it if his heart is reacting in such a way because of his lover's declaration. Honestly, he is thorn between his position and this man. Yuuichirou is also the most important person in his life and he'd like to keep it that way too, but his current position is giving him the privilege to keep his man safe and on leash. So in conclusion, if he lose his place right now, there's a possibility that he will lose plenty of things with it.

He doesn't want to hand over his position because he likes his job, he likes making direct contact with the Boss and likes to deal with his men. And although his and Yuuichirou's faction are equal in rank, he has a higher individual position that makes him in control. In this relationship, he is the one holding the reign, just like a wife with a henpecked husband.

As if sensing his inner conflicts, Yuuichirou taunts him, "So, which will you choose: your position or me?"

Clicking his tongue, the blonde glares at the ravenette and searches for an opening, a hole, a crack—something that he can use to suspend his plans. What he sees, however, are the gleams of his eyes, determination and resolution obvious on them, and the confident smirk that he badly wants to wipe out from that handsome face. He looks so cool and so gorgeous that Mikaela has to bite his lip to resist the urge to just kiss him right then and there.

He brings his gaze down to the glass of now diluted drink of alcohol, the cube of ice already melted and mixed with the brandy. He clears his throat, detecting his disposal of staying upright dwindling bit by bit. "You're decided on this," he said, not a question but a statement.

"I am," Yuuichirou's tone immediately becomes solemn, as if to imply that he is not simply kidding around. His gaze becomes intense and meaningful, as if to indicate that his decision weighs more than it seems. His disposition becomes unswerving, as if to insinuate that he won't get swayed with anything so long as he gets what he wants. "I have a resolve to keep you mine, after all."

Mikaela sighs for the second time and although it sounds defeated, it's only an inkling of acceptance; that yeah, okay, war it is then. If the Amane leader is eager to have it then he will give him exactly that. Even if the blonde is known to be selfless and compliant in the eyes of the Boss, his real nature is nearly the opposite, particularly his stubbornness that can rival Yuuichirou's.

"Well then, I have to alert my men," he stands and fixes the wrinkles of his pristine coat. Looking back at the man in front of him, he traces those inviting lips with his gaze and gives in to the temptation. He grabs a handful of the ravenette's collar that he notes is open down to mid-chest and eliminates the distance between them. The kiss tastes like brandy and a hint of peppermint and Yuuichirou is too earnest to kiss back, but before it can proceed any further, Mikaela pulls away with a tug on the ravenette's lower lip. "Don't think I'll go easy on you."

He turns around and takes approximately two steps before he is stopped by the hand gripping his arm. "Wait, no need to hurry, my love," Yuuichirou speaks. He draws Mikaela into him, places both of the blonde's arms on each of his shoulders, and circles both of his own to the blonde's waist, not letting anymore space to separate them. "My men won't move without me."

Mikaela smiles in understanding and allows himself a couple of minutes of self-indulgence. "Fair point," he whispers and meets his lover's lips halfway.

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