Hello,
WOW thanks for the reviews! Thanks so much really to you all, it was really unexpected and I'm very grateful for the views and comments! I really hope you like the last few chapters - Aki is getting majorly screwed atm and I'm sorry for that :( but he does have a treat from Asami coming up soon though! teehee.
From reading new translations of the PIA arc, I see that the politician is called Kouyama not Kamiyama, and the girl is called Aoiki Mayu not whatever I made up - that's what I get for writing this while going cold turkey from viewfinder, sorry :3
NB - I don't own viewfinder or it's characters...
Warnings: Yaoi, swearing, violence.
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"Shit shit shiiiiiit!"
*BANG*
"Fuck!"
Mitarai shouts profanities ahead into the empty alleyway he is currently running down trying to get away from the scary ass, mystery gangsters that he had spotted tailing him earlier while he was headed to his latest stake out.
Peeking back at them clambering around the dumpster he had pushed obviously unsuccessfully in their path, he wonders whether he recognises them, one of the men being abnormally huge and blond, the other looking more severe and wearing dark glasses, but both the men are wearing some pretty nice, very expensive suits.
He stops admiring their fashion choices and starts to run through a mental list of just who the hell he's pissed off this time...though it's a very long list so he gives up that trail of thought rather quickly. Looking back again, he ends up doing a double take as 'shit the blond guy's disappeared!…' There's no way he wants to hang around to find out what ever tactics they have planned so he takes the next turning and increases his speed.
Wheezing now but still clutching his prized camera to his chest, Mitarai sees up ahead there's an ajar fire exit door of the huge hotel they are currently circling, he thinks it would be wise to and hide in the kitchen until the suit passes him and he can slip out again, doubling back on himself.
He looks back to double check he can't be seen and 'yesss!' all clear as he swings open the door, grinning at his success only to be faced with -
Guns. Lots of Guns.
The blond suit he recognises from the alleyway steps forward…
"This is my employers building, it was pretty obvious you would want to take cover in here considering how out of shape you are..." Mitarai can only indignantly splutter at that observation, mostly because he can't actually talk cus, yeah he had been meaning to get to the gym since he made it his new year's resolution this year.
The other security men drop their aim as the glasses suit steps out from behind him. "Mitarai-san, we would just like to speak to you, it's an urgent matter regarding Takaba Akihito."
Mitarai, who was brushing himself off stills and looks up, a little worried. "What trouble's he got into now?..."
"I was hoping you could tell me."
Asami makes his way around the corner, cigarette in hand, he takes a long drag before continuing. "I'd like you to tell me, did you not phone the Shinjuku police department, and speak to a detective Saburaki inquiring into their case against me? Did you not also give them information regarding Takaba having collected evidence to be used by them against me, over the past year?"
Asami is teetering on the edge right now, this could be the moment where he finds out that because he acted so rashly and illogically, he has ruined everything he had with his lover. Mitarai meanwhile just looks totally bewildered, he shifts his weight onto a hip, losing the tension in his body completely and just looking at Asami like he's crazy.
"Huh? Who are you?...Ah, I do remember Takaba seemed to recognise you when we saw you at that Azabu club, so you know him too huh?... And what's this case against you? I wouldn't mind getting in on it- I got bills to pay man!"
He laughs loudly for a while, surprisingly relaxed despite being surrounded by dozens of Asami's goons. Asami doesn't like this casual attitude one bit and seems to lose the last shred of reserve he has, he throws his cigarette to the floor and slams Mitarai to the wall, holding him in place with a forearm at his throat.
"Enough fucking around. Did you tell Saburaki about Akihito wanting to take me down?"
There's silence in the room, the kitchen staff having been kicked out long ago and Mitarai's eyebrows raise from what he's heard and as he looks straight into Asami's blazing eyes and to the pained lines creasing his forehead.
"You called him Akihi...no man, no way did I do that, why would I put Takaba in the shit like that? He's been looking into that girl disappearing that's all I know..."
A few seconds go by without anyone moving an inch, and Mitarai, always eager to dig his own grave says, for only the two of them to hear.
"Look man, you're obviously close to him judging by how you just slipped up and called him by his first name. And if you know him that well, you should be able to judge for yourself what he's like. He's not capable of double crossing people..."
"I…know that..."
Asami sighs and slowly releases Mitarai, who steps forward rubbing his neck. Resuming his usual volume.
"Yeah well, he's a little shit alright but he's an honest one, and although I'm not honest - I wouldn't sell Takaba out like that and I don't get tips from the police thanks, I've got my own information networks going on!"
Asami studies Mitarai for the moment while the man laughs raucously and the crime lord curses himself 'what the fuck is wrong with me? What was I doing? I took some Yankee shoot first ask questions later approach, with my Akihito…
I, deep down know he wouldn't do it...So why? Why is the mere thought of his possible betrayal enough to drive me to insanity?'
Asami abruptly turns and makes his way out the room with Kirishima and Souh in tow, heading back to the office and leaving Mitarai to be on his way.
Now he is reluctant to face Akihito for a completely different reason.
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Akihito awakes to the sound of clanging glasses and banging cupboards, he stays laying on his stomach but buries his head a little more into the pillow and groans to himself.
'God I feel like I've spent the last two days just freaking sleeping, being drugged and fucked every five minutes. My ass is gonna fall off - Fucking Asami...he's crazy. What's he think I've done? Crazy fuck...
And I can't believe I told him...I l-lov -argh! So embarrassing!'
He beats the pillow with his fists before something in the corner of his eye makes him swiftly turn his head in surprise, he had thought that Asami was still in and he was, if possible, even more shocked to instead see Sudou stood next to him, at his side of the bed with a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hands. Looking livid.
Sudou starts to shake with pure, unfiltered rage and demands to know in a tremulous voice, "What the fuck is this?... you're supposed to be dead. Why?...why do you keep getting in my way?!" Sudou is shocked to the core, he had thought Asami was in bed, having peeked into the room to see there was a body in it, but he did not expect this brat - alive!..
Now, a normal reaction when waking up to the sight of an (almost) stranger standing over you would perhaps be fear, but right now Akihito is too preoccupied with being really damn pissed that Sudou looks like he was planning on surprising Asami for a romantic night in!
Akihito props himself up on an arm and scans around casually for something to defend himself with against this crazy blond, getting understandably nervous after the 'why aren't you dead?' question.
Since he got beat up in Dracaena and given an ultimatum by this weirdo Akihito is wary of this bastards motives… 'damn, maybe him and Asami are already screwing around and that's why he's here?...'
Akihito shudders a little, that's just gross...
"Listen Sudou man, waking up to your face has kinda made me feel sick so would you mind, uh pissing the hell off. Why are you even here? And why the hell am I supposed to be dead?"
Akihito thinks that if he can make it to the concealed switch on the other side of the bed, he can make it into the secret room and get one of Asami's guns! Right, the only problem appears to be a mentally unstable blond with the blunt object…So Akihito tries to buy an opening with more investigation, being his specialty after all.
"So Did Asami actually invite you in here?"
Sudou immediately goes on the defensive, letting Akihito know that it's a negative on that account - Thank goodness. "Well…he didn't-we didn't have any official plans bu-"
With that Akihito seizes his chance and shoves Sudou hard in the chest making him stumble backwards as Akihito lunges for the switch.
He just about reaches it but has managed to get himself tangled up in the king size duvet Asami had wrapped him up tightly in last night, this unfortunately gives Sudou time to recover from the push Ahihito had dealt him. The blond club manager is utterly incensed, this impertinent scum continues to stand in his way – and all he can think to do is subdue the brat, fast!
Sudou drops the champagne flutes to the plush carpet and swings the champagne bottle right over Akihito's head like a baseball bat, as it makes contact the glass and liquid fly everywhere causing Akihito to shout out.
Trying to crawl away onto the floor still tangled in the duvet, the younger man sees Sudou coming towards him again, but thoroughly out of it from the hit, all he can manage is to raise his arms weakly in defense.
Sudou just pauses above Akihito, smirking in the face of his victory as he raises his foot to kick the young man in the head once, just enough to knock Akihito out cold. Sudou is super pissed that he has to now call the kitchen and order another bottle of 30000 Yen champagne, and great - the beds wet! He gives an unconscious Akihito another little kick.
"Fucking brat"
Sudou sashays out the bedroom and grabs his phone from the Dining table 'No, no I'm not waiting anymore, he's not standing in our way anymore!' He flips open his phone and retrieves the katsufumi business card he had kept after the brief meeting days ago from his pocket, and dials...
"...come to Asami-san's building - I'll tell the concierge to expect you, I've got something real good for you guys..."
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Some hours later, Asami throws his keys onto the bureau having driven himself home from the office, he makes his way into the bedroom and sees that strangely, the lights are off now and it smells strongly of alcohol.
Looking around, he can see there's a bundle of bed sheets in the corner that wasn't there before he left, however there is a body in the bed and he assumes Akihito must have wanted a drink and perhaps spilled it still feeling weakened from earlier. That thought drives a fresh wave of remorse through Asami…
He smiles softly, thanking the powers that be that his boy hasn't run away, and he is determined to make it up to Akihito, starting right now. He silently takes off his jacket before undoing his tie and the buttons of his dress shirt, he slowly crawls over the slim figure under the duvet and kisses that silky mop of hair, breathing in the scent of his boy -'hm, why does Akihito smell like cheap aftershave and not fixer?'
"Akihito?...Wake up, my cute boy…" He reaches a hand to softly brush the bangs from his lover's dazzling eyes in order to place kisses on the closed lids, but ends up blinking quite stupidly in surprise instead. There are two almond shaped blue eyes sleepily staring up at him instead of the big, beautiful hazel ones he would have expected.
"...Welcome home…I was waiting for you...Did you see the Champagne on the sideboard? I thought we could have some together..."
Asami scurries (yes - scurries) hurriedly backwards and sits on his heels, arms up in a defensive gesture and eyes practically glowing with alarm, afraid that crazy is contagious.
"Where's Akihito?"
Sudou rises to sitting position too, letting the duvet fall down his torso and Asami can clearly and unwillingly see that Sudou is naked.
"Shush, Asami-san you don't have to worry anymore, he won't get in your way, he won't be able to come between us-"
He runs a hand teasingly over Asami's shoulder and looks up to a surprisingly outraged expression, not what Sudou had expected but he's willing to work with whatever he can get. Having Asami look at him and only at him - finally, is making his heart pound loudly and his mouth runs dry in the expectation of what is to come. (That being hopefully, imminent pleasure.)
"What have you done to Takaba, where is he?"
Asami gets off of the bed in order to look for Akihito and Sudou is devastated that Asami-san is so angry at him, he is supposed to be all over Sudou right now and angry enough with Takaba to finally get rid of the brat! How can this kid get away with all of the shit he's pulled?!
Fine! If Asami-san needs more reason to hate the boy, he can give him one.
"Asami-san!"
Asami stops and turns to look at Sudou getting up to stand before him. "Takaba-san he, he called those Katsufumi men and he was saying that he wanted to leave you, so when they got here he left - with, with them..."
"Oh? And what the fuck are you doing here Sudou? Not only naked in my bed, but this is the second time you've been around when something suspicious involving Takaba has happened-"
"Asami-san, no! I came to tell you about the missing money, and when I got here the men and him were talking, we got into it because I confronted Takaba about betraying you and he got mad, and - hit me with the champagne bottle, ruining my clothes and the bedspread got all wet, I thought…I'd better change as to not catch a chill, but I got cold...and the bed was so…inviting…so here I am..."
He starts to walk closer to Asami, swaying his hips and looking invitingly up at the powerful older man.
"...Here I am, and...Here you are. Finally."
He caresses and lavishes kisses onto Asami's naked chest while again Asami looks on for a second, face caught somewhere between surprise and disgust before grabbing Sudou's upper arms and holding him away at a safe distance.
There's no way Asami wants to waste time here instead of finding his lover, and there's also no way – that Akihito would willingly just go off happily in the company of men he makes a living out of bringing to justice.
"You're obviously lying Sudou. So tell me, what's the truth about Takaba going with those men? How much more are you concealing about all this?"
The blond is getting a little nervous that Asami-san is hitting somewhere near the mark and he really wants to get back to the reason why he's here, he is so pent up that receiving some relief as soon as possible would be very much fucking appreciated.
"You know Asami-san, it's always Takaba, Takaba, Takaba – what the hell is so special about a little rat like that. I'm here…why not me? After how much I have done for you, am willing to do for you. I worship you Asami-san, I would give you everything, anything you want!-"
Asami's phone rings from within the jacket slung over the wing back chair in the corner of the bedroom and glad for a reason to get away from Sudou, Asami walks over to it. Instead of wasting another second on this insignificant fucker, he'll have Kirishima track him down later this evening to question him further.
"Sudou, leave now before I kill you."
Sudou stamps his foot and his eyes bore into Asami's back, he'll go now, sure. But there's no way in hell he's going to go away all quietly, He'll get Asami –san, It's only a matter of time! He starts to dress slowly still sniffling away as Asami retrieves his phone, waiting for Sudou to leave.
"Asami-san, I love you…"
"Get. Out. Sudou."
With furious tears streaming down his face, Sudou reluctantly walks out of the bedroom and penthouse, door shutting gently behind him as Asami finally answers his phone.
"Asami..."
