Warning: Once again, this is unbeta'd, meaning: horrible grammer, small mistakes, mispells and potential run-on sentences.

Disclaimer: VF belongs to Ayano Yamane sensei! So, me no own. sorry. *flutters my eyelashes*

Chapter 10: I Don't Remember Agreeing to This! Part two.

From the other side of town on an unpolluted port, Asami had Suoh and a few units ready for Arbatov's unexpected visit.

The Russian man arrived in a classy private boat, but of course with his trusty right hand man, Yuri and a few others with arms.

But then again Asami's men were also not so innocent when they too carried similar arms. Both sides were cautious and careful to any sudden movements or attacks.

"お久しぶりです！ohisashiburidesu " the Russian said in a heavy accented japanese, which Asami knew he was faking, because the man is multilingual and fluent in several languages. Which includes English, Cantonese, Mandarin, French and Japanese. So, there's no excuse for this horrible pronunciation.

"What do you want, Mikhail." Asami demanded.

"Straight to the point, aren't we? My arrival must've lost you a good business if not a good lay then, " the man mused jokingly.

Bullseye. Both Such and Kirishima thought.

The Russian man noticing the lack of silence, knew he must of hit jackpot, but for which he was not sure. "Come on, can't you take a joke? "

That is no joke, Kirishima thought when he turned to his partner he could tell Suoh was thinking the same.

Again silence.

"OK fine. I need a favor, Asami." Almost sounding desperate, if not hurried.

Adam's eyebrow raises in question. "Oh, what kind of favor?"

From hearing Asami's tone, the Russian man could tell he was making a deal with the devil, but also knew if he didn't he would be eradicated or worst castrated.

"Help me hide from Fei! "

Xxxxx ASAMI X AKIHITO xxxxX

It's been about a few hours since he got off work. From today's photoshoot with Emile, Akihito could tell that he was getting more comfortable and even suggestive about his 'role(s)' when given a theme. From today's theme Emile only gave him vague descriptions on how he wanted Akihito to look, yet surprisingly he worked it.

When Onoda-chan (now calling him with chan, because they got closer and only calls him with -chan' in private not public) was praising him today, he swore he saw the petite man cry glittering tears of unicorn piss. For the man was smiling at the same time, for a moment he even felt slightly annoyed. Like, choose one already, either laugh or cry not both.

When Akihito was driven home, the first thing he did was hit the showers, from the genkan to his bathroom a trail of clothing was discarded as if like waste, crumbled and scattered in random places.

Once Akihito sat on his tub of warm water, he could feel all his muscles begin to relax and the one and final thing he's been wanting to avoid thinking about: Ryuichi.

As he sat in the tub, many thoughts and questions came to mine. Like for one, his sexuality. By this age, the last thing he ever wanted to question is his sexuality. In high school, and his first few years of college, he had girlfriends. Three in total. His first girlfriend in his 2nd year of high school lasted good length of a year and four months, but broke it off right before they went separate ways and different colleges. And then his second girlfriend Keiko, which only last for 7 months, right after the start of college. And lastly his most recent where they just broke up last year before Christmas. All in all, he only went out with girls. Yet, sadly none of them ever went pass first base with him. Sure, he has kissed all of them at one point, but never sexual intercourse.

And like any healthy adolescent back then, he had dirty thoughts. Well that's only normal. But what about now? Ever since he broke up with his girlfriend, his right hand as been his only comfort, but ever since that, the feel of his right hand can't seem to satisfy him no more. Which is why Akihito is questioning his sexuality.

By the time he got out of the bath, he noticed the water was no longer warm but almost room temperature and his skin was super pruny like over-dated grapes that been exposed to the sun too long.

Grabbing his bath towel, he swiftly dried himself before settling in his usual pjs with his still damped hair. When he opened his phone, the first thing he noted was the ridiculous amount of text he got from Kou (61 unread messages) compared to Takato's unread messages where the number is merely 5.

So first, he checked Takato's. Which was very straight to the point, asking him about his day at work or has he ate yet. Quickly, he replied with an apological emoji, and stated his wellbeing and as for Kou's he quickly skimmed down to only find out Kou was also asking the same thing, but annoyingly each word was sent separately and from time to time the words were spammed. *sigh*

Yup, such a great friend he has.

Not soon, after reading Kou's spams he replied to him, which also consist of his ranting to stop spamming him.

As soon as he put down the phone, he got a reply. It was just smiling emoji with a simple word 'sorry'. Which hell for sure, he knew his best friends doesn't even feel guilty over.

By his bed side, he put down his phone and charged it. Walking from his room to the genkan, he picked up his discarded cloths in a lazy manner. From his flimsy shirt pocket, something fell out. Lazily and not so concerningly he picked it up. It was Ryuichi's business card.

Taking his discarded clothes to his laundry basket, Akihito held the card firmly. Once he plopped on his bed, he looked at the card once more.

Should he or should he not?

To be continued.

Sorry for the long wait. This chapter was not so interesting, I'd say. But thanks again for waiting. Please review and comment (rant if you want, I'll sit there and be a good girl and receive all the pain!) See you next chapter.

Furikakechan~~