One thing in common: They both wanna see someone hurt.
"I'm sorry, boss, we can't find him anywhere."
"Dammit!" Aizawa slammed his fist down onto the table in the conference room at XMR Records. He had been waiting anxiously for his men to report to him for several hours, and they had fucking promised him that they'd find the sneaky brat in no time!
Now, five hours later, Shindou was still missing and another day of hard work was approaching for Jamie Smith. If they could not find him soon... somebody at the record company would wonder what had happened to their promising new star.
He glared up at Ken with blazing eyes. "Didn't I tell you not to come back here until you had found him?" he asked, and forced himself to remain calm.
Ken squirmed a little. "Hai, but..."
"No fucking buts! Find – him! Is that so fucking hard to get? Will I need to carve it into your arm in order for you to remember that order?"
Ken instantly backed away in fright. "Uh, no! No, not at all, boss! I'm sorry, it won't happen again. But boss... where do we go now? Where do we search for him?"
Aizawa leaned in over the table and supported his chin on the backs of his hands, his elbows pressed so hard against the tabletop it hurt. "Check all the hospitals and police stations, he might have gone for help somewhere," he finally demanded in a weaker voice. He was so tired, exhausted... and he would get no sleep before he was absolutely sure that their corporation was still safe. "And check all the hotels. Find Yuki Eiri and put a tail on him. I wanna know about everything he does. Everything."
Ken nodded feverishly, bowed, and backed out of the room.
When he had left, Aizawa got out of his chair and walked up to the window. Pulling the venetian blinds aside, he gazed down onto the quiet, almost-deserted street below.
There was still time. He had not lost to Yuki Eiri yet.
There was still time.
The president was shaking with anger when Yuki had finished recounting everything that Shuichi had told him. His eyes were ablaze with a wrath so white-hot and pure it almost made Yuki afraid of him for a while. In eleven years of knowing him, he had never seen Seguchi this mad; regardless of the circumstances, the president had always stayed calm and collected. Outwardly he was always smiling that enigmatic smile that so seldom reached his eyes, but on the inside... Nobody knew what Touma was thinking or feeling in his innermost.
But during the past eight months Touma had opened up and always showed Eiri what he was feeling, always told him what he was thinking. That was a confidence that Yuki should treasure because the shacho obviously felt that he could trust him.
And he should return that confidence, too – always.
"Is that what he did to him?" Touma asked with both hands and teeth clenched.
Yuki nodded silently.
"Then I wanna see him hurt," the president continued, his knuckles turning alabaster white. "I wanna see him fucking dead. Nobody messes with my family, and that kid is like a son to me. If I had only known what kind of person Aizawa Taki was... I never would have let him off that easy. I would have seen to it that he never survived that 'car accident'."
Yuki narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Wait a minute, ani... do you mean to tell me that you were responsible for that car accident four years ago?"
Touma looked up at him with slightly surprised eyes. "Yes, of course. I warned him that something might happen to him if he didn't get off your case, but he defied me. So I pushed him in front of that car. Dear Sakano-san was so kind as to speed a little extra for me."
Yuki knew not to pursue the topic further. But he felt an enormous affection for the shacho for the deed that he had done Shuichi and himself, so he leaned in and placed a kiss on the older man's cheek. "Arigatou gozaimasu, Nii-chan (Thank you most kindly, big bro)," he murmured with gratitude.
Touma blinked at him in bewilderment and puzzlement for a while, but then his eyes started to water. He opened his mouth and attempted a reply, but no sounds came from his lips. He seemed to be so paralyzed by emotion that he could not find anything to say.
There was no need to; Yuki already knew what the president needed to convey. That he felt honored to be Eiri's friend, that he appreciated him still calling him 'ani' even though he had divorced the novelist's sister, but that he was sad, possibly devastated, that there could never be anything more between them.
That kiss had proved that to him. This was it. They would never be an item, and Touma finally had to let go and allow Eiri to have a life with Shuichi. He had to learn how to live his own life now, because he couldn't live Yuki's anymore.
"I need to get out of here," he suddenly said, and rose from his seat. Snivelling slightly, he blotted his eyes on the sleeve of his coat. "I'm sorry, Eiri-kun, but I can't deal with this right now. Gomen-nasai."
He left before Yuki could object.
A/N: Hello again... I am sorry that it took me so long to update (and that even this update is extremely short and sort of uneventful), but I've been ill for some time now and not been able to sit in front of a computer. I will try my best to update with a few new chapters as soon as possible - I almost have another one finished. But since it's been a while since last I decided to at least publish this one, even though I wanted to wait until I had more finished. Anyway, if you have a little patience, then... ;) See you again soon. /paipu-chan.
