Title: Pink (and Black and Blue)
Part 3/3 in the Blood in the Viewfinder Trilogy
Part One Blood in the Viewfinder Here
Part two Fallen (And I Can't Get Up) Here
Author: Mistressdi
Pairings: Asami/Akihito
Genre: Humor, drama
Rating: NC-17 most chapters are PG-13
Spoilers: None
AN: Think Greek
Pink (and Black and Blue)
Chapter I
The normally perfect (at least in his mind) Asami Ryuuichi, the businessman, the lover, the crime lord who ruled the Tokyo underworld like Anubis ran Egypt's mythological afterlife, cracked one sleep encrusted eye open and ran a finger through his messy hair and eyed the large figure standing at his bedside with a feeling of dread.
This was not a social call. Not at three in morning.
"The zombie apocalypse better be starting." He grumbled. "Because my finger itches. Actually, you might just be in the line of fire, Suoh."
"Sorry boss, sorry to wake you, but….." Suoh began. Asami sat up sharply when he saw the object glinting in Suoh's hand. A knife. No, not an ordinary knife, but a pearl handled tanto, held towards him with the hilt of it pointed at his chest. "Akihito left."
He felt a frown forming and his brows wrinkling, no….furrowing, that was the word. "And the tanto, are you surrendering a pinky to me?"
"Yes sir. I let him go." He shrugged and his normally pressed suit wrinkled. "Or rather, I wasn't given a choice."
"You….let him." He said, his mind still half in the dream world and half in the real, although the two seemed to be crossing right then, along with his eyes. He pushed the knife away. "I'm not in the mood to add your blood to the stains already on your clothes."
Suoh straightened (his legs not his clothes), sheathed the tanto, and it disappeared under his stained suit jacket. "I'm sorry boss. I could have stopped him, shot out the tires or something, but you said no guns and…."
"No guns, do I make myself clear? You want to set off one of his panic attacks? You won't like them." Asami turned on the light and grabbed his phone, not stopping between the motions, although he felt like his muscles weren't cooperating at all. The blue glow of his phone illuminated the shadows in the room and he read the screen quickly. There was one text from Akihito.
It was only two words, no monologue, no sweeping epic. It just read simply…..gone fishing. He threw the phone to the side and suddenly wished for a smoke, some toothpicks, some Starbuck's and some target practice.
He didn't bother with a reply. Although he wanted to say:
Get back here & deal w/ this and
UR not the only 1 in the world with problems and
Stop UR whining, & grow up already
And just to add fuel to the fire already smoldering in Akihito's eyes he'd add, as an afterthought:
When you get home, Kitten, your ass is mine, even though the boy's ass was already his (along with other parts of his anatomy).
But he sent none of these thoughts in text form. He sent none at all. Let the boy simmer, like a dish of orange spicy curry on the stove, thinking he was mad, when in fact he wasn't. He wasn't at all. In fact, Asami understood.
The fact of the matter was, he understood very well.
"The attacks, are they bad? As bad as…" He closed his mouth when Asami gave him a glare.
"I'm not in the mood for reminiscing about the old days." He said, suddenly tired, no he was already drowsy to begin with, so now he was even more tired. He needed Starbuck's. "So, I take from the dirty footprint on your pants that he kicked you and took off."
"He tied my shoelaces together." The large man shrugged again, which made him look like a bear shaking snow from his fur after rising from his hibernation too early. Right now, Asami felt like a grouchy bear himself, whatever bears felt like.
"Do tell."
Suoh took a deep cleansing breath and let it out with a whistle through his flaring nostrils. "I think my Achilles' heel is in my shins. He got my keys, stole my Jeep, let the air out of all the tires of the other vehicles, he was thorough." The man actually smiled and his eyes twinkled merrily. Well, sort of merrily, as merrily as a trained killer could.
"Don't be too impressed, he stole those moves from an episode of The Mentalist." Asami said, and the corners of his mouth curled up, a feat in his sleepy state. "Monitor him. I'm going back to bed." He said and pulled the covers over his head. Little punk.
"Sir?"
"He's fine, yes? He's with Kou?" He asked from under the covers. "Or his parents?"
"No Asami-sama. He's with neither. He's alone sir, at the top of Mount To at the shrine. He's, well, I didn't know he was a Buddhist." He shrugged again and wiped at a spot of dirt on his hand that wasn't budging, so he wiped harder.
"Have fun camping, Suoh. Take Akira with you, I'm sure he'd like to frolic with the birds and bees, maybe even roast some squirrel over the campfire. Yum yum." Asami said without humor as he pulled his pillow towards him like it was his missing lover.
Suoh didn't answer, but looked thoroughly shocked, his mouth slightly agape. Asami continued, mumbling mostly into his pillow. "Funny thing is he didn't have to go through all this drama, but I'm sure it was entertaining for you anyway. You're getting soft."
"I'm sorry sir?"
"Soft, you." He pointed a finger at his frowning bodyguard. "You're demoted. You're no longer the best bodyguard in the galaxy. You're now the best bodyguard in our solar system." He said grumpily still into his pillow, as if it had ears. "Don't fail me again."
"Yes sir. You….uh….y-you don't want me to encourage him to come home?" Suoh asked slowly, phrasing it in a way that made it clear encourage didn't mean the dictionary definition of the word.
"There is time for words and time for sleep. Let the boy sleep." He almost laughed, almost. No, actually that wasn't true. He felt something in his chest, and it probably wasn't the beginnings of laughter. He didn't know what it was, maybe it was heartburn. "Leave out a trail of breadcrumbs and he'll find his way home….eventually."
"Yes sir, have a good rest of the night." Suoh said, and Asami assumed he bowed, but he didn't see, because he was burying his head in Akihito's pillow, drinking in the lingering scent of his coconut shampoo. You would think Asami was upset, like he missed his wayward lover. But you would be wrong, because as everyone knew that would be silly, because Asami wasn't that type of man.
-P-B-B-
The day dawned early, because that's when dawn comes, early. Any earlier and it would still be nighttime, and Kirishima woke earlier than the dawn, in fact, if Kirishima didn't wake earlier than the dawn, the sun might not start its trip across the sky. Not that he was a god or anything, not that he had control of the solar system, but some days, like today, he felt like a god when those numbers added up just right, like they did last night. And when they added up, he practically drooled.
Asami was right, he was always right. He loved numbers like a lover.
So, as Kirishima headed to the mansion, filled with some kind of anxiety over Akihito's escape from the zoo, holding the Starbuck's cup carefully (iced venti caramel machiatto dry quad soy extra ice this time) with one hand and paperwork in the other, Kirishima hoped he'd find the boss in a good mood.
But one look at the calendar and he knew he would be wrong. And one look from his boss' golden eyes (who had eyes that color?) and he knew he was wrong. The boss wasn't in a good mood. He wasn't wrong about that.
He didn't like being wrong, he didn't like when the numbers failed to add up, he also didn't like Justin Beiber, but then again, who didn't? Oh yeah, millions of fangirls.
"Kirishima." Cranky boss said in some sort of greeting, trying to button his vest for the fifth time, and missing that second button every time. It made the normally perfect man look less than perfect, as if he was crooked, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
"Here let me." Kirishima said, his hand extended and was quickly, yet gently slapped away. Well, gently as the large man could. It actually stung a little.
"I'm good." He said, his voice so flat you'd think Asami was a robot in disguise. "Have the contractor assigned to Club Sion to repaint the entire interior. I want color. Make it bright, fuchsia or something."
Kirishima wanted to ask: "again?" But decided against arguing with the boss. That was a guaranteed one way ticket to a shallow grave, the bottom of Tokyo Bay, and other analogies involving death, dismemberment, and body disposal. You know, the fun stuff.
"You change your mind? I thought the black and white scheme contrasted with the décor well." Kirishima answered. He wanted to push his glasses up with his finger, but since his glasses now fit, he had nothing to do with that hand, so he just gripped his paperwork harder.
"I didn't change my mind, I never made up my mind to begin with." He said, and finally finished buttoning that vest and quickly put on the coat, which was probably too warm for spring, and grabbed the Starbuck's sitting on the shiny table.
"Fuchsia. Is that even a color?" He asked, although he vaguely thought it was a color. Wasn't it pink or more like hot pink?
"It is if I say it is, Kirishima." He gave his Starbuck's drink a long suck, his cheeks sunken in like he was missing teeth, and drank until it was almost gone, slurping loudly at the end. The noise tickled Kirishima's funny bone (if he still had one), and he fought the urge to laugh. Fought it hard, with his fists.
"Umm….Akihito." He began, not really wanting to bring the subject up, but someone had to. And that someone always seemed to be him. "He's still up on the mountain, Suoh and Akira are guarding nearby. They were keeping themselves hidden, at least trying but Akihito….."
"He ditch them already?" Asami asked.
"No, actually, they are all camping together." He replied, and his finger went up to his glasses before falling back down to his side. Bad habits die hard.
"Oh? Why do I sense impending doom in that statement?" Asami asked. He slurped his drink again, finishing it and tossing it quickly in the trash, which was overflowing with used tissues, an empty bottle of lube, and two boxes of almond flavored Pocky. Akihito had moved in, taken over, and like a bad storm, left his life off course. "Let's go have some fun." Asami said suddenly.
"What kind of fun might that be?" He asked, confused, probably for the first time in his life. No, the second time, the first time was when Asami had asked the first time they met….
So, what do you do for fun? He didn't know what to answer then, and he didn't know what would come out of Asami's mouth now. What he did know….
Fun for Asami = Akihito
Fun for him = numbers
Something wasn't adding up.
"Water Street Gang." Asami cracked his knuckles. "I'd like to call a meeting of their board."
Oh.
That kind of fun.
"Then lead on, fearless warrior." He said, dropping the paperwork on the table. He wasn't going to need it where they were going.