Hello!
So this is a series of short one-shots based on the Ryuhito's glorious relashioship.
Warning: this is my first fanfic. Please feel free to tell me if there are any mistakes.
Chapter 1: Wait.
Akihito's POV.
Shit, I mentally cursed as I waited for the dizziness to stop, which was impossible, considering the loud beats of the disco music, and the screams of a very wild crowd, dancing non-stop and completly oblivious to their surroundings.
The smell of cigarettes and expensive cologne was so thick I felt nauseated, and the cheap and hot suit I was wearing merely added to my discomfort.
Deep belly laughs reached my ears, making my rising headache even worse.
I reached for the wall beside me to steady myself, suddenly feeling desoriented, my mini-camera neatly hidden under my right sleeve.
Fucking Undercover.
I would have done anything to be out of this damned place, by my desire to snap photos of The Asami Ryuichi Kami-sama's illegal activities was so overwhelming it made me jump from my bed and come flying to The Sion.
I somehow managed to steal a membership card from a rich lady and I really thought I could finally put the bastard in jail, but after three long hours of searching for the evidence, made more difficlult because of the guards walking here and there, my hopes grew so thin I started to regret coming here.
The heat of the crowd became unbearable and I began searching for a place to rest my swelling feet.
The further I went down the hallways, the fewer people grew, but instead of relaxing, I became even more tensed.
People around there weren't normal. I knew it by instinct. They all seemed like hiding nasty secrets.
Drug dealers and Yakuza...Devils all alike...and they were staring at me with lusty, darkening eyes full of promises, like hungry wolves encircling a poor weak rabbit.
My heart beat suddenly began racing in a speed I never thought was possible.
Fuck. I never expected meeting this kind of people in the so perfect Sion.
I quickened my pace, hoping to find an escape. Hoping to find him. HIM, who always made me feel safe and treasured, despite his mocking eyes and sarcastic remarks. Despite his rough hands and possessive growls.
I missed those liquid golden eyes, those rippled muscles, bulging biceps and silky raven hair.
And you wanted to put him behind the bars, Aki you dumbass! I thought.
A large hand gripped my shoulder with such a bruising force it made me yelp.
"Hey pretty boy, where do you think you're going?"A short stocky old man said, his goons slowing encircling me. They licked thier lips, one of them massaging his crotch.
I shuddered in disgust.
How could I attract so much attention with my cheap suit and messy hair?
I closed my eyes, not wanting to see that disgusting sight anymore but then...I heard sharp smacks, like fists brutally hitting flesh, and muffled screams of agony, pleading for mercy.
I barely had time to open my eyes before I was met with a large chest and broad shoulders, covered in what seemed to be the fabric of an expensive Armani suit.
Strong arms pressed my petite silhouette against the hard body and the smell of Dunhills, gunpowder and scotch hit me like a hammer.
Asami.
I sighed in relief, mumbling a low "You came..."
I heard that annoying chuckle that made me want to punch him on that oh so handsome face.
"You'll never get rid of me, baka".
XX AISHITERU XX
How was that? I apologise in advance for any mistakes. English isn't my first language :)
Reviews?...(innocent eyes)
