BAMF Akihito indeed.
Also, I know it seems like I'm making Mikhail redundant in this fic, power wise, but I'm still developing the story so just wait it out.
Mikhail is my favorite character in the manga, I wouldn't shortchange him.
Basically this story just portrays a bunch of childish crime lords lol. So much fun.
Also, just a warning, this chapter is pretty dark in some places, some of you might not like Akihito after this. Remember this is AU and OOC, and he is a mobster….
(I have no idea how crime shit works, so it might be messed up haha)
Note, they speak English (unless stated otherwise) so that everyone can communicate.
Not edited….
.
The Russian belongings were dropped off at the Baishe headquarters, and after everyone had refreshed after the long flight, the men made their way to the limo once more to go to the warehouse that had the short changed firearm shipment.
It was a major shipment, 2 out of the 5 trailers on the train through the mountains had arrived empty, which meant between here and there, the Russians under Mikhail had stashed them somewhere in the hills to sell for themselves, what they hadn't counted for was for the Chinese pick up agent arriving early to find the men trying to take off and abandon the trade all together.
One of their most secure routes from Russia to China was compromised.
On the way to the limo, Mikhail stopped.
"You know what? You deal with this one Akihito." Was all he said.
"What?!" Akihito stared at his big brother, this was not his territory to deal with, Akihito hadn't been given complete control of anything in Europe yet.
The handful of men stopped, Yuri and Feilong continued onto the limo however. They knew what was going on.
"What's the point of me being the boss if I cant give shit to you when I cant be assed doing it?" Mikhail said, a menacing twinkle in his eye.
"So, you're just being a lazy prick?" Akihito deadpanned.
"Think of it as your daily dose of Ritalin, if I don't give you stuff to do, you bounce off the fucking walls." Mikhail seemed quite happy with his come back.
"…..You're such a fuck knuckle, Mikhail." Akihito replied.
"Shit biscuit." Mikhail berated.
"Turd licker."
"Maggot."
"Douche-"
"Stop bickering children!" Feilong snapped, though you could see he was hiding a smile of his own.
That got everyone's attention quick smart, Mikhail shared a communicating glance with Feilong before he went back into the mansion to 'rest', leaving Akihito, Yuri, Axel, Kristov, and Vlad as well as Feilong and his guard Yoh to drive them and oversee the problem at the warehouse.
Akihito's demeanor changed as he walked to the limo, if Mikhail was going to let him do this, then he was going to do this, and do it well.
The thing he feared most in life, was disappointing Mikhail with work.
Partying, writing off cars and generally doing reckless shit was all well and good, it pissed Mikhail off, but he would never let Mikhail down when it came to their business.
The jobs that were given to Akihito, he took seriously.
He had a family name to uphold, being constantly compared to the man who had united organized crime in Europe under one name meant people expected big things from the little brother.
.
The 7 men arrived at the warehouse to find 6 Russian men kneeling in the middle of the shadowed warehouse with their hands tied behind their backs, supervised by a handful of Feilong's men until the bosses arrived.
Not wasting anytime with small talk, Akihito walked up to face the 6 men as the warehouse doors were rolled shut, leaving them in a poorly lit concrete cave, his shadow Axel at his side.
The 6 men, expecting Mikhail, looked relieved to see the younger brother instead of the big boss.
"Talk" Akihito began in Russian.
Behind them, Yuri translated quietly for Feilong while he watched.
"What do you want me to say, little boy?" Said the much older transporter in the middle, not taking the young Arbatov seriously.
Akihito just sighed, exasperated.
"Are you really going to play this game with me? And the rest of you?" He gestured to the other men kneeling in question, and they all remained silent.
Another sigh.
"Alright then, you all had your chance." He said as he pulled his platinum and black gun out from beneath his jacket.
"You wouldn't even know where to point that thing, you're still wet behind the ears." The man snarled.
"Oh?" was all Akihito said before he fired a shot into the man's thigh. The man curled over from the pain, resting his forehead against the concrete, sucking in desperate breaths as red soaked his jeans.
"Would you look at that? It hit." Akihito said sarcastically, all eyes were on him now, and the transporters were starting to rethink their choice of not talking when they had the chance.
"Pull him up Axel." Akihito said, and his burley black haired friend walked around to tug the man up by his hair.
Akihito pinned the man with his gaze, before starting over.
"Shall we try this again? I'm not as patient as my older brother you know." Akihito announced, twirling his gun around his trigger finger.
He felt a buzz in his pocket, knowing it would be Sexy Dragon, he itched to check the message since he hadn't messaged the man back today, but he had work to do.
"Your older brother is an idiot, we have been pilfering off the shipments for months without anyone noticing." The man managed to huff, still not willing to talk to the young man.
Behind him, everyone that understood Russian paled at the words, holding their breath, and suddenly the warehouse felt more like a walk in freezer as tension chilled the air.
"What did you just say?" Akihito said, emotionless as he glared daggers at the man kneeling at his feet. It was obvious who was in charge now.
Akihito Arbatov, who suddenly seemed taller, bigger, meaner, 23 years old, and second in command to Mikhail himself, his big brother, who the man had just insulted.
It was a rule, a well followed one, you never insulted one Arbatov in front of the other.
The metallic scent of blood began to taint the air as the man lost more blood, which Akihito promptly stopped flowing by pushing the heel of his boot hard into the gunshot wound.
The man cried out in pain, still held up by Axel, Akihito sneered.
"I'll forget that last part if you just tell me where my fucking guns are." Akihito leant down, eye to eye with the Russian who was wincing in pain.
"Your faggot brother is going down, he's a fucking fool to think he's got control." Came the indignant words.
The men kneeling next to him all flinched as one.
The foot came off the thigh, and Akihito stayed silent as he strolled in front of the men for a few minutes, letting the nerves simmer until he stopped in front of the talkative man once more.
"Axel." He commanded sharply, and he held his hand out for Axel to place the handle of a large hunting knife in.
He looked at the curved blade, adjusting his grip before staring at the man once more whose eyes were blown with fear now, he'd taken it too far.
"You dare insult my brother in front of me? You dare betray my brother?" Akihito whispered, and to the man before him, the whisper was deafening.
The man was pale and panting, sweat lining his features as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down in his attempts to swallow.
"I…I-"
"Too late to talk now." Akihito remarked.
The man started pleading, spewing out incoherent confessions as Akihito knelt before him, knife in hand.
He plunged the knife deep into the man's stomach, ignoring the screams that followed as Axel held onto the man's head, forcing him to look Akihito in the eyes.
"I believe you're the one going down." Akihito spoke softly as he gave the blade a violent twist, the smell of organs and piss pungent as the man soiled himself in his hoarse shrieking, still held up by Axel's strong arms.
"Don't pass out on me now, I won't let you get out of it that easy."
With that, Akihito ripped the blade upwards, letting the man's insides peek out from the hole that was torn in the man's torso.
The man's shrieks turned into gargles as blood came coughing up before he finally went limp, unconscious in Axel's death grip.
"Drop him." Akihito said as he stood up, pulling the filthy blade out with a nauseating squelch.
The dying body fell face first with a dull thud on the concrete floor, blood steadily pooling around the prone figure.
"Now. The one that talks the most, will have the privilege of dying the fastest." Akihito announced to the 5 remaining men, who all began to spill words out over top of each other in their terror.
They got all the information they needed in a matter of minutes, the remaining men desperate to save themselves from the same fate as the man bleeding out on the floor.
For months, the 6 men had been gathering the Russian's firearms in the mountains on behalf of a Mongolian syndicate leader and a Kazakhstani counterpart whose aim was to slowly cut off the routes for the Russians, leaving them isolated from China and The Middle East. Essentially cutting off half of their business.
Satisfied with all the information he needed, Akihito held his gun in his bloodied hand, and pulled the trigger 5 times, hitting each man between the eyes with a bullet.
He took an outstretched cloth from Axel and began cleaning his hands and gun, issuing an order as he did so.
"Clean this shit up. Send their picture around, let them know what happens to anyone who tries to betray my brother."
Ignoring the text from Sexy Dragon, he dialed Mikhail's number and relayed everything, waiting on his own orders for what to do.
"I'll handle the Kazakhstan border, you and Axel can handle that Mongolian Bastard after you retrieve the merchandise and take it back to China. Pass the phone to Feilong."
"It's me." Feilong said as he walked away with the phone.
"How did he do?" Mikhail asked expectantly.
"Just as you expected, flawless."
Feilong was answered with silence.
"I can practically hear you grinning you know Mikhail." Feilong deadpanned.
"I can't help it, he's such an efficient little brat."
"He does it for you, he worships you. You should have seen him Mikhail, the man insulted you, and even I was shaken."
"He's fucking fantastic isn't he?" Mikhail stated.
"He is, he's just like you when you were younger."
"Oi, if he was just like me, then how come you never paid me any attention?" Mikhail pouted from the other end.
"Oh shut up. Don't get side tracked. I don't see why you feel the need to test him like this."
"I know, I know. I just need to make sure he's ready for more…. He's just so young and crazy, you know what he said he wanted to accomplish in life on his birthday right, he said and I quote 'I want to party harder then the hardest party'…..." Mikhail trailed off, exasperated.
Feilong just laughed into the phone, musical chimes that caught everyone's attention, so like Akihito to say something like that.
"Seriously Fei, he thinks I don't know what he's like, he lost one of his guns in Japan and hasn't told me even though I know he'll get it back, he's also sending lovey dovey texts to someone and trying to hide it from me. Hope I don't have to hunt another piece of shit down and shoot their dick off."
"You adore him." Said the smiling Baishe leader.
"Of course! He was the cutest little fucking kid with his shiny eyes and straight teeth, and now look what he's becoming. You adore him too so shut up."
"I don't deny it." Feilong teased.
"Ugh, seriously, as much as I like you Feilong, if you touch him I will cut your balls off. Same goes for anyone underserving." Came the irked response.
"Oh protective big brother, how sexy."
"Really?!" said Mikhail, excited.
"No." Feilong shot straight back.
"Ah, don't tease me Feilong!" huffed Mikhail.
"Mikhail." Feilong began seriously, "you haven't had to step in with South America and those Brazilians are annoying on the best days, he has the United Kingdom under his thumb like Asami has Japan. Stop worrying about him and just let him do his job as your second, he hasn't failed you on that front so far."
There was an audible sigh before Mikhail replied.
"I know, gosh you sound like Yuri. Nag nag nag. I've decided I'm gonna let him handle Asami next time we have a Japanese trade."
"You wont let him head Chinese affairs and deal with me, but you'll let him deal with that man Asami?" Feilong asked, insulted.
"We're on good terms with Asami, so it'll be a nice learning curve for Akihito to deal with someone like him. It's gonna be hella interesting haha."
"Oi, you done with my phone yet lover boy?" Akihito asked, who'd come out of the warehouse in search of his phone, wanting to check his messages.
"Oh yes, Mikhail, you're going straight to the Kazakhstan border?" Feilong asked Mikhail.
"Yup, Akihito is dealing with the other half and getting the rest of your shipment back."
"Very well, bye then."
"….See ya Fei."
As Feilong hung up, he remembered Mikhail's words about Akihito texting someone, and instead of giving the phone back, he opened the message on the screen.
"Who is Sexy Dragon Akihito?" irritation evident in Feilong's voice.
"Hey! Don't read that Feilong! Give it back." Akihito made to grab the phone, but Feilong evaded him easily.
A mischievous glint appeared in Feilong's eye, who suddenly saw an opportunity that he didn't get very often.
"Give me a kiss and I'll give your phone back, fufu."
Akihito stood with his mouth open, torn between giving the Baishe leader a peck on the lips, or letting Feilong find out his dirty little secret.
He had to do it.
If Feilong caught onto the scent of Akihito having a one-night stand with some Japanese dude, then he would never hear the end of it.
"Swear to give it back?"
"Yup." Said a smug Feilong.
"…..Fine."
"Haha, finally." Victory oozed from Feilong's tone as he stepped closer to the slightly shorter man and waited.
If Akihito could murder 6 people in cold blood, then he could just as easily give Liu Feilong a simple kiss, it shouldn't be that hard, but things were never that simple with Feilong.
Their faces met halfway, and like lightning, Feilong gripped his hand in the blonde's hair above his neck, pushing their mouths together, demanding entrance with his tongue.
In his surprise, Akihito gasped against Feilong's mouth, giving him the opening he'd wanted for so long.
He explored the reluctant mouth with his until they were both out of breath before finally uncurling his hand from the back of Akihito's head, who recoiled with a huff.
"Tricky bastard. Now my phone." He held out his hand while he wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his other hand.
"Here." Feilong placed the phone in the waiting hand, "that was disappointing Akihito, you're a bad kisser." Mockery laced his voice.
"I'll show you a bad kiss." Akihito said flatly before he yanked the Chinese man back into another kiss by the front of his Cheongsam.
He kissed the living day lights out of the startled Chinese, leaving him breathless and stupefied as Akihito pulled back to smirk at him.
"Haha. I win." He gave Feilong a teasing wink before he turned and made his way back into the warehouse, checking his phone at the same time.
Thankfully the message Sexy Dragon sent didn't reveal much.
Sexy Dragon: 'Did your parachute not open today?'
Akihito snickered, he hadn't had time to reply to the man at all today, and it seemed the man was getting impatient for him to reply.
'Sorry, rough day at the office. Will be busy for the next few days.'
He pushed send before walking in the midst of his men, back in work mode, issuing orders to get their lost materials and making plans to go to Mongolia to deal with the route problem.
He failed to see Feilong's guard Yoh standing at the wall by the door, who'd witnessed the entire exchange between Feilong and Akihito, and heard the entire conversation Feilong had with Mikhail.
.
Asami was not irritated, no, he wasn't checking his phone more then usual either, he didn't leave it on his desk at work so that he could see when he received a message, no, he wasn't doing any of those things.
He hadn't had many messages from Wildcat since they'd first spoken on the phone, the young man claimed he was busy with work and didn't have much time, which wasn't good enough for Asami.
He was used to people coming crawling back to him, either for his money or his looks, most of the time both.
Little Wildcat however, didn't seem to give two shits.
It was pretty clear to Asami that he'd found something quite interesting, and he was eager to find out about Wildcats profession that would keep him from replying for over half a day at a time.
Kirishima entered his office with a small amount of paperwork in his hand.
"Asami sama, we've had some word from Yoh with intel on Mikhail and his new second, his younger brother."
"So, another cheeky Arbatov to deal with. I thought he was young still?"
"He's quite accomplished apparently, even Yoh was impressed. He's 23 sir." Kirishima reported.
"23, still a greenhorn, I'd eat him for breakfast. I'll look at the information later." He waved the paperwork away, uninterested, he missed seeing the label with the initials A.A at the top.