Author Stuff - Okay, so i've been on a bit of a Yaoi ramage lately, and another Plot Bunny molested my brain. o.e So, the question that made this little Yaoi crossover possible was "Is Asami capable of being a Seme's, Seme?" ... my answer, naturally, was ' Hell yeahz'! ^^ Of course it depends on the other Seme, but I had just watched Okane ga nai, and desided that compared to Asami, Kanou was Uke matrial. :D Soooooo... Here's my first Yaoi crossover and first Seme/Seme fanfic! X3
(Oh, and the thing that had sealed the deal on me starting this Fanfic was an AMV I watched on Youtube... It was a Yaoi AMV with the song "Break me Shake me"... It was a really good AMV and got me in the writing mood... XD )
Warnings - Language and some other inappropriate stuff... M'kay? ;3
Staring wide-eyed and shocked, Kanou Somuku slowly clicked out of the documents he had just received via thumb-drive. For a moment, he stared at his blank computer screen, hands limp on the keyboard of his laptop.
Holy shit...
There had to be a mailing mistake, there was no doubt about that. The question was what was he supposed to do now? It was obvious to him that whoever the thumb-drive was supposed to be mailed to was being blackmailed. The pictures of what he guessed was said man and a high classed prostitute and the documents showing that said man had made several "questionable" withdraws from his business account made that loud and clear.
The thumb-drive itself was of no concern to him and technically it wasn't the files either. They weren't for him but for some other unlucky bastard. No, the problem here was 1) What was he supposed to do with the information and 2) Would the Blackmailer, the Unlucky-bastard, or even the Unlucky-Bastards associates come after him now that he had… acquired said information?
Sighing, Kanou leaned back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose.
Just what I need… Profits are at an all time high and I get slammed with blackmail that isn't even mine…
Pressing a button on his desks small, black intercom, Kanou called both Kuba twins to his office.
"Yes, Somuku… What can we get you, sir?" said Homare as both he and his brother entered the office.
Closing his laptop and leaning forward in his chair again, Kanou placed his chin on his bridged fingers. Both Homare and Misao noted the dark and stressed look in his eyes, not that the look was too abnormal for him…
"We have a bit of a problem." said Kanou seriously. "Both *Shinzaki Corp. and myself are being indirectly blackmailed…"
It was dark.
Noting that, that was a stupid thought within itself, since he was blind folded and all, the short, chubby, bald, Yakuza underling tried to calm his breathing down.
He was being dragged through who-knows-where to who-knows-where by two of his former friends. …If you could call other Yakuza underlings "friends".
Feeling his legs suddenly become wet and cold, he decided that, where ever he was, it was dark, damp, and most likely somewhere out of the sun… Like maybe a car garage or an abandoned factory…
Suddenly he was dropped.
Letting an undignified yelp escape his lips, he quickly scrambled to his knees.
The blindfold was removed.
Taking in his surroundings, he noted that, with his two friends as acceptations, his expensive, grey suite looked mediocre compared to the black clad men in front of him. There were four. They all had the same grim expression on their faces, same pair of black shades, and all looked just a little too buff to be in a business suit.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from behind them, and they began to part; making way for someone important. Or so he guessed…
"Hello Mr. Subaka…" said an ominous voice. The tone alone scared him a bit, but when he finally saw who the voice belonged too he nearly pissed himself. It was the big man himself: Asami Ryuichi.
"B-B-B-Boss!" he stuttered in a daze. He was scared to begin with, being brought by force anywhere or by anyone to see anyone was always a bad sign when you were in the Yakuza, but he never would have imagined he would be in so much trouble that the boss-man himself would get involved personally. "T-To what do I owe the honor?"
Asami's usual smirk disappeared, replaced by something between a scowl and an expression of undeniable rage. "Tell me, Subaka, do you remember making a withdraw from your business account about two weeks ago?"
Suddenly Subaka felt very sick. He remembered that withdraw, how could he forget? Long, tan legs and wavy, blond hair… At the time it seemed like a great idea, that purchase anyways, it's not like Asami would get wind of it… Or at least, that's what he thought. He hadn't heard of the other few times he had done it…
How does he know?
In a blur of black, Subaka found a very expensive, very painful shoe in his gut.
"Answer the Boss when he asks you a question!" yelled one of the underlings.
Coughing, Subaka looked up at Asami and answered weakly. "…Yes."
Sneering, Asami produced both a gun and a silencer. Subaka's eyes widened in fear and he tried to get up, tried to make a run for it.
Suddenly the two men that had dragged him to his execution grabbed him by the arms and held him still.
"N-no! Boss, wait! Surely a small withdraw like that hasn't dented your wallet so much that you need to kill me?" he yelled desperately.
"No, I suppose simply losing a finger or two, or maybe even your kneecaps would have made up for that." replied Asami, screwing on the silencer. "But the trouble that's come from the several withdraws you've made over the past few months have finally caught up to you, up to me."
Aiming his gun, Asami shot the underling square in the forehead.
Motioning to the other two underlings, Asami gave them strict instructions on how to get rid of the body.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, Asami called one of his resources in the Police Department: *Yama. He had him looking into this little problem for a few hours now, and was more than just expecting a few answers.
Picking up on the second ring, a gruff voice came from the other line. "Y-yes, Asami?" Usually Asami would get a bit of a kick from the stuttering, quivering morons he often had to deal with, but today he was in no mood.
"Well, Yama? Have you found anything?"
"W-well, yes… erm…" stammered Yama, trying to collect his thoughts. "At first it didn't seem like anyone had noticed the large withdraws Mr. Subaka was making, but as I looked a little deeper, it would appear one of his own employees had looked into it, a Miss, uh… *Kaoru"
"And?" questioned Asami, patients running thin.
"Well, from what I can tell, she had made all the preparations to blackmail Mr. Subaka for a substantial amount of money. But, I've already searched his apartment for anything resembling a threat or blackmail, and found nothing…" Thinking over his options for a moment, Asami decided the best course of action was to bring in Miss Kaoru. He needed to know how far this had spread and "take care" of anyone deemed a threat.
"Bring her in. Take her to Pier forty-one, I'll take care of the rest…"
Sighing, Asami put his phone away and got in his car. Telling his driver where to go, he leaned back and closed his eyes, the last few days rushing through his head.
He had been a bit too distracted the past few months by the sudden growth of Feilongs' group and had tried and succeeded in making a point to the young Triad boss (Triad: Chinese Organized Crime… Or so Wiki told me.) that he would not put up with his sudden liking to his "shipping" business…
He had managed to show Feilong exactly what happens when you try and take his things, his territory, but while doing so he had neglected to watch over his less competent business associates. If they could even be called that… People like Subaka were just idiots who had inherited their small businesses from family members' deaths' and couldn't keep it on its feet.
Most of them had come to him begging for loans, or even, for him to buy their failing businesses from them. He usually did the latter, buying it and making it look like people such as Subaka were in charge, when in reality, it belonged to the Japanese mafia: the Yakuza, and was run by them too. They weren't reeling in the big bucks, of course, but they made for good covers whenever Asami needed to ship something in or out of the country.
Now the less than competent CEO had dug his own grave and made Asami's life that much harder. He counted himself lucky though, seeing as only one person, Miss Kaoru, had noticed what was going on. Also, it appeared she hadn't said anything to anyone as of yet, and was simply waiting for the right moment to blackmail Subaka.
He couldn't shake the gut feeling though, that this little scandal was going to be more of a headache then Subaka and his company was worth…
Alrighy... So, i'm not asking for an elaberate reveiw or anything, but a simple, "Update!" or "You suck, quit while your ahead!" would be appreciated... :3
Oh, and as for the star thingyz:
1) I didn't know what Kanou's business was called, so I just took a letter or two away from the creator of Okane ga nai's first name, and made up a name: "Shinzaki". :)
2) "Yama" was the cop that set up Takaba's capture in the first vol. of the Finder series... ;(
3) Kaoru is not an OC, she's that annouying bitch from Ikoku Irokoi Romantan, the chick that married Ranmaru. Umm... her past and ties to the Yakuza does not exsist in this story tho... But her crappy attitude and dumbness does! :D XD Al won't be in this either... or at least I don't think so... Who knows? *shrugs* :/