A/N: In this chapter, the plot for the rest of this story revealed itself to me. Enjoy! (:
Chapter 8: Sights To See
Saturday, Embassy of the United States, Tokyo, 2:34AM
"And why do you assume that your fugitives are here in Tokyo?" Ambassador John Voorhees inquired.
"Easy. They're car fanatics. Street racers. We found a list of every country that doesn't have an extradition treaty with the United States-." Hobbs began, only to be cut off.
"And I'm sure you know that Tokyo does, in fact, have an extradition treaty, as well as diplomatic relations with the Unites States of America, Agent Hobbs. With the exception of known or assumed espionage."
"Yes, sir. However, the closest we've come is China. That gave us the idea that perhaps, they've run somewhere where technology is fast-paced and the racing is even faster. The people were are searching for have nitros oxide in their blood and are looking for an adrenaline rush. Tokyo is the perfect place for that, sir." Hobbs explained.
Ambassador Voorhees looked between Hobbs and his second in command. He cleared his throat and sighed. "Listen, Agent Hobbs, as you can imagine the Embassy of the United States would be glad to help in your investigation. We are, however, dealing with more pressing matters that the moment. Should you choose to continue your manhunt here in Tokyo, you will do so on your own accord. And you will do so without the support of the Embassy of the United States in Tokyo."
Hobbs barely flinched at the rejection. He knew that when it came to hunting Dominic Toretto and his family, he would have to get down and dirty. Speaking with the Ambassador at the Embassy had only been a formality on behalf of his team and boss back in the States. There was nothing that this man could say or do that would stop Luke Hobbs from finding Dom.
Park Hyatt Tokyo, 2:50AM
The brunette was sitting, Native-American-style, in the middle of the bed, rubbing lotion onto her hands. She looked comfortable in the black, satin nightie. Letty had let her hair air-dry and her wavy curls were splayed over her shoulders. She looked up at the father of her child and smiled.
Seeing her this way, Dom was at a loss for words. "That's new." He managed; his tone genuinely pleased.
"We shopped while you guys were at the sports bar." Letty explained. "You like?"
Dom pushed his tongue against his bottom lip and nodded, appreciatively. "I definitely like."
Letty smiled, now rubbing the lotion onto her arms.
"Hey, didn't Mia say that there was a twenty-four hour spa somewhere around here?" Dom asked Letty.
"Why go somewhere for spa service when you've got your own personal masseuse right here?"
"Oh yeah?" Dom said. He leaned down, resting his knuckles on the soft, white duvet. He and Letty bent towards each other, placing soft and sensual kisses on the other's lips.
"Yeah." She replied, lowly. She hooked her finger onto the collar of his V-neck shirt and pulled gently. Pressing her lips to his again, Letty said into the kiss, "Take it off."
Dom grinned at his long-term girlfriend and pushed off of the bed. He pulled the crisp, white shirt up and over his head, before tossing it onto a chair. Standing in front of her in just his jeans, Dom felt exposed. He'd always felt that way with Letty. During their most intimate moments, he felt like no one had ever known him like Letty did. And it was the truth. She knew Dominic Toretto inside and out, upside down and sideways. She was aware of the most locked parts of his mind and body. And she was the only one that could break his heart.
"Pants, too." She demanded softly. The mischevious gleam in her eye, and her gently voice, told Dom everything that he needed to know about Letty's mood. Without breaking eye contact with her, Dom unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his dark jeans. Letty slid her legs towards the edge of the bed. When Dom started to take a step backwards to give her some room to get up, Letty stopped him. As she stood up, her hands grazed the muscles of his stomach as she went to push his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Her eyes never leaving his.
Dom stood at attention at Letty's touch and his stomach muscles tightened. Completely nude, Dom stepped out of his jeans and pushed them to the side.
"Lie down." She told him. He did as he was told, his stomach on the mattress. He groaned his relief as he got comfortable. Letty took the towel she'd used to dry her hair, after her shower upon their return from dinner, and placed it across his ass before climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips. Next, she retrieved the lotion that she'd been massaging into her own skin and cracked it open, pouring a generous amount into her palm. Warming it, by rubbing her hands together, Letty commenced her massage.
Running her hands along the contours of his back, she applied pressure, accounting for her small hands. Rubbing his aching muscles, Letty ran her moisturized palms up his back and towards his shoulder blades, massaging them firmly.
"That feels good, babe." Dom praised. He turned his head and rested his cheek against his forearm. Letty smiled at himm continuing her ministrations.
"Good. You deserve it." Letty replied, genuinely.
A few more moments of silence followed, with Letty applying more lotion to her hands and massaging the tension out of his neck.
"Do you ever get homesick?" Dom asked, abruptly.
"As in LA?" Letty inquired. She pressed her base of her palm into the curve of his spine and followed the curve downwards and back up.
"Yeah."
"Sometimes, but there's something about seeing the world with you that's much more exciting." Letty offered.
"Are you telling me what you think I want to hear?" He questioned.
Letty stopped and leaned a little to the right, so he could see his face. "When have you ever known me to say something just because I think it'll please someone else?"
Dom shrugged. "I just want you to be happy."
Letty never even felt the tears rising in her eyes. She felt the first one that felt down her cheek and landed on her forearm. "I am, Dom. I'm truly happy."
And she was. The happiness that swelled inside of her was unlike anything she'd ever known. The fact that all Dom cared about was her happiness, made her feel loved and lucky.
"I'm going to get us out of this mess, Letty. We're going back home where our family can be stable and Harlow can go to school and have friends. I promise you, Letty. I promise you, I'll get us home." Dom promised her. His voice wavered and Letty allowed him time to discreetly push away a tear that was about to escape his eye.
"I know you will." She kissed his cheek and then the top of his head.
Dom turned over on the bed with Letty still straddling his hips. She placed her hands onto his chest. He took them into his own and kissed the palms and fingertips.
"I love you, Letty."
"I love you." She said. Letty leaned down to kiss him.
Saturday, Shidax Karaoke Lounge, 6:09PM
In the States, karoake was usually the result of tipsy nights with friends or the cliche bachelorette parties, but in Japan it was a whole different ballgame. Not only was it pure entertainment for the tourists but the locals were actually pretty good at it. There were some people who got up onstage just to make fun of themselves and others who had pretty amazing voices. There were tons of theme karaoke bars, like Hello Kitty ones, one for Bob Dylan impersonators and karaoke bars with hot tubs where one could sing and soak at the same time.
Shidax, however, was a karaoke monster, that had a main room as well as private booths that could accommodate groups of up to forty people. The booths were classy with leather armchairs and modern glass tables.
A soft, pale pink glow lit their booth and a forty inch, flatscreen television was mounted on a wall.
"Brian and I found this place last night and it was so much fun watching the locals do it." Mia chirped.
"I'm gonna need a few drinks before I sing anything." Annabella admitted.
"I'm with Bells on this one." Letty added.
"Welcome to Shidax. I'm Lina. Can I start you with drinks?" Their beautiful, Japanese waitress said.
They went around, ladies first, giving their drink orders and watching as Lina wrote them down. When they were done, she nodded and smiled.
"Enjoy!" She told them.
Forty-five minutes later, they were tipsy. Letty and Mia were currently giggling into the microphones during a terrible rendition of the Jools Holland classic, "Get Here". They tried to keep straight faces as they attempted to sing romantically to one another, only to burst out into laughter. As they hit the final note, Dom, Leon, Annabella and Brian laughed and clapped enthusiastically. Dramatically, Mia and Letty bowed and curtsied their way back to their seats.
"Bella and Dom, you're up."
"Noooo! I'm gonna need more alcohol before I do anything." Dom said, drinking from his Corona.
"Oh, come on. I promise not to outshine you." Annabella said, winking at him. She grabbed Dom's arm, pulling him out of his chair.
Each of the friends took turns singing songs, horribly to one another and individually before they were so drunk and giggly that they were ready to go out dancing.
Not too far from where they were stood Roppongi, a bar-riddled district that was known for attracting party people. There were local women dressed in their best party clothes and a large amount of Americans, mostly men and were clearly soldiers out hunting for one night stands.
Entering one of the bars that seemed to have the loudest music and darkest lights, the friends got ready to dance the night through.
Up Next: Hobbs has a proposition.
