VIENNA, AUSTRIA
Her long inky hair swayed with every step, her crimson gown shimmered as the lights hit it at every point. Her dress fit snugly around her waist and hips, flaring out at her knees. The heart neck line, and plunging back gave her a sensual look. Her blue eyes twinkled as she walked down the white marble steps into the main room. Large pillars were placed around the guest hall, every surface blindingly white. Unending rows of cakes and pastries were as far as the eye could see. Some guests were already mindlessly mingling with the other debutants or gentlemen. Zuckerbäckerball, or the confectionary ball. One of the most prestigious balls held in Vienna, or in the world. Held in the most beautiful of all venues, the Imperial Palace.
"Welcome miss, who might you be?" A rather intoxicated man slipped his hand around her waist. "I don't think I've ever seen you at one of these before..."
She graciously smiled before answering, " my name is Akiko." His hand lowered slightly. Akiko wanted to gag, but she suppressed the urge. "Who might you be?"
He chuckled before answering, "Meine liebste, I am Norbert Daracos." Akiko internally rolled her eyes. He lowered his hand once more, brushing her ass slightly. Before the man knew it his wrist was twisted in a incredibly painful hold, he whimpered slightly.
Akiko came in closer to his ear, tightening her iron grip, before whispering," If you would mind refraining from groping me, that would be fantastic." He nodded frantically before she released him, she huffed and disappeared into the crowd.
"Already rubbing elbows with the Minister of National Defense, eh, Aki-chan?"
Akiko rolled her eyes, the voice ringing out in her earpiece. "For fucks sake Kou, why can't they just ... Not? Also, didn't we fucking talk about calling me Aki-chan?" Her temper flaring again.
"Buuuttttt Akkiii-chann you look so cute and just like a girl! I would touch your ass if I was there!" Akiko almost screamed. "But first, you have a job to do, Akihito. Head in the game. We got close to being compromised last time, we can't fuck up again. No more letting your testosterone taking over, okay man? Just deal with a little touching, dancing, and being a honey trap for a night."
Akihito rolled his eyes, once more. "Yea, yea Kou. I'll tell you when I hook the damn target okay?" He scanned the crowds searching for his target, gracefully avoiding guests. He picked up a plate of chocolate ganache gâteau. He slowly took a few bites, soon as he was almost done, he spotted the man. Werner Fayman. The Austrian Chancellor, a extremely corrupt one at that. "Target located. Controller, permission to intercept." He whispered.
"Permission granted. Akihito, be fucking careful. This guys a real creep, alright?" Akihito smiled, his boss still got protective of him even after this long.
"Takato, you know me. I'll handle the handsy bastard, okay?" He could hear Takato give his hum of approval. Time to get real fucking sexy. Akihito snatched a glass of champagne and downing it before sashaying over to the target. The man was smart, he had a fuck ton of bodyguards and agents scattered. Akihito took notice of every single one before he even stepped down the first step. He was only a few feet from the target. The boy slipped through a few of the guards, now time to get real close. Before he could take another step, a bulky man snatched him up by his upper arm.
"Wohin gehst du?!" Fuck. Akihito bit his lip. The man was at least twice his size, and clearly much more barbaric as well. His wide jaw clenched, and his beady eyes staring into Akihito's.
"Johann. Enough. I'm sure the lady had no clue what she was doing. Let her down." The guard named Johann set Akihito down. He rubbed the sting out of his arm, allowing his eyes to tear up to seem more vulnerable. Werner smiled gently before taking Akihito's hand and lightly kissing the top. "I apologize my dear, these brutes haven't a clue how to treat a lady. They especially get nervous with a lady such as gorgeous as you." Akihito flushed, out of anger, but Werner didn't need to know that. "My dear, what is your name? Come, allow me to take you to vip room. There are specialty cakes and champagne, I can offer you a real apology."
"M-my name is Akiko.. Are you sure, there's no need for that.." He pretended to be shy, before looking up at the man with his big blue eyes. Werner looked enamored already. Puppy dog eyes, never fucking fails.
"No, I insist! My men have caused you harm. I would like to make sure you are okay." Akihito nodded his head softly and silently agreed.
"Damn, Aki-chan, well done! If I didn't know you were a seductress, even I would've fallen for that shit!" Akihito heard Kou laughing his head off. He wanted to get this done. He was lead through large, intricate doors to a small room. It was refined, but more intimate than the guest hall. Victorian era sofas sat around a larger table, covered in more desserts and alcohol. "Aki, from what I see, there are three goons placed in the room, four on the outside. Ten surround the building. Be silent. You can't take on seven goons at once, got me?" Akihito barely nodded, but he knew Kou caught it.
"My dear, take a seat. I'll pour you a drink." Werner did just that before putting his arm around Akihito's shoulders. He forced a smile. Almost time to pounce. One of the goons came close to Werner and whispered in his ear. The Chancellor frowned before waving his hand. "Let him in." Before Akihito could do anything, the doors opened.
A man stepped in, broad shoulders, extremely tall, powerful muscles, a sharp jawline, a gorgeously masculine face, immaculate inky slicked back hair, and the beautifully dominant eyes ever, they were a warm gold. Not to mention the perfectly tailored Armani suit. Asami fucking Ryuichi. Akihito glared at the man as Werner stood up to greet the him. "Asami, this is my guest Akiko." Asami took one glance at Akihito and smirked.
"Hello,...Akiko." Arrogance rolled off the man's damn tongue. He bent to kiss Akihito's hand, just before nipping at the tip of his finger. His eyes in direct contact with the boys. Akihito shivered and blushed for real for the first time, probably ever. He get breathless for a second.
"Fuckfuckfuck Aki, I didn't see Asami walk in those damn doors, he wasn't fucking there. Abort Aki. Fucking abort. Get out as soon as possible. Do you hear me? Don't you dare. I know what you're thinking-" Kou's voice stopped for a second, then he heard Takato. "Akihito, you do NOT confront Asami. This is your officer talking. But as your friend, Aki, don't fucking do it. He'll kill you in a second flat. Abort mission. I won't stand to see another of mine killed." Akihito took a deep breath in. He wasn't going to heed his friends warnings, he knew he'd get lectured later, but he wasn't going to give up this mission cause of one damn man.
Werner came closer to him, he was sweating profusely,"Dear, this gentleman and I have some business to do, we're just gonna step out in another room for a bit okay?" Akihito nodded. He felt Asami's hot gaze on him. Fucking ass. Werner and Asami left the room, leaving in their wake, Werner's three guards and one of Asami's. Four fucking guards.
Time to have some fun. Akihito smiled for the first time that night. He got up, and sauntered to another table of desserts. He swayed on his feet and pretended to fall, two of Werner's guards came to help him stand. The poor man didn't even see Akihito's heel come in contact with side of his skull, nor the fist that hit directly under his chin, effectively knocking the poor guy out. Akihito snatched the guards gun and before anyone could respond he shot the other guard in his knee before quickly taking his gun in his other hand. The other guards had already drawn their weapons out and pointed them at the boy. Akihito had each of his guns pointed at the guards. The room suddenly became silent, the tension almost becoming visible in the air. Akihito decided to take the first move, shooting Werner's other guard in his chest twice, causing him to drop to the ground. Asami's guard fired once, Akihito moving just enough in time to cause the bullet to graze his arm rather than plunge into it. Still fucking hurt though. The large dark haired guard stood silent not firing again. Akihito didn't move a centimeter.
"Put the guns down." The guard finally spoke. " If you don't shoot, the boss might leave you alive." Akihito chuckled a little.
"I suppose you're right..." He took his hands off the triggers and slowly put his guns down as the man took a few slow steps to him. Akihito reached a hand up his skirt just a little , the man basically towering over him. In an instant, he sliced the air with his now drawn blade, cutting the guards shins. He stumbled and Akihito was able to kick the gun right out of the guards hand. The guard was now on the ground and Akihito straggled his torso. Akihito took his blade and slitted the side of his dress open, baring his creamy pale skin. He also ripped off the black wig, his neck length silvery locks all messed up, but it fit Akihito perfectly. "That's fucking better."
The cocking of a gun right behind his head brought Akihito back to reality.
"Well, fuck."
Self betaed! So there might be some mistakes.
My first story for this fandom. I hope I do this manga well.
I have a small obsession with Aki in dresses
Meine liebste -my dear
Honey trap- spy language for like a taunt like with money or in this case sex
Controller- spy language for leader of a mission
Wohin gehst du?!- where are you going ?!