Akihito couldn't believe it. Someone had truly paid the asking price for him to be their bride. They had even paid extra to have him 24 hour express shipped. Then shelled out more for his ticket so he could travel in first class. It was all mind blowing.
Akihito shifted in his well patted chair, his blue gaze focused on the clouds outside his window. He hadn't shed a single tear as he hugged his brother goodbye, though Mikhail had no qualms about shedding them. He had soaked Akihito's shirt with the salty water drops and had been a rather icky sight with all that snot running out of his nose. Mikhail had always loved Akihito deeply and had been heavily overprotective of his little brother. Akihito had often complained that Mikhail was clingy. Not that he had ever truly minded that side of his elder brother.
Mikhail was all Akihito had with his parents gone. Akihito didn't know what he would have done, how he would have survived without Mikhail.
Now he was leaving the only family he had ever known to marry a man he had never met. In a land he had never set foot on. The only thing that comforted him, was that his mother had called Japan home and his fiance had allowed him to bring whatever he wished. Akihito's beloved cameras sat above him in his sole carry on bag. Below his feet were the few merger clothes he had packed.
~ MAIL ORDER ~
Asami was eagerly awaiting the arrival of his bride. Feelings he had long thought himself incapable of feeling fluttered low in his stomach. As he paced his large office at Sion Incorporated, excitement rode him hard. In just a few short hours, he would be off to the airports collect and meet his bride for the first time.
He had the marriage license all ready and waiting for the wedding that would take place tomorrow at exactly 0 hundred hours. He had his own personal tailor at the ready to make his bride a lovely wedding tux. His temporary secretary, Fuji Jun-san and Suoh Kazumi's second in command, Yumma Goro-san were to stand as witnesses and the justice of the peace was already selected.
Fuji Jun watched as his boss paced back and forth. He was worried about the unexpected situation that they currently found themselves in. His superior, Kirishima-san had made no mention of the boss getting married. Yet here they were. As Asami-sama made his hundredth pass over the rug, Fuji found himself bowing and rushing to his office. Despite his orders, directly given by the boss himself, Fuji picked up his office phone. Kirishima-san needed to know about this.
~ MAIL ORDER ~
Akihito's heart was pounding, his stomach a swirling mass of nerves. He closed his eyes as the plane descended down onto the runway. Not out of fear of crashing but out of sheer reality at he was now in Japan, his mother's homeland. About go get married to an unknown man.
Akihito stood and reclaimed his beloved cameras. Following the other passengers, Akihito disembarked and passed through customs. Grabbing his small bag of clothing from the luggage carousel, Akihito made his to the small fountain he had been instructed to wait by his fiance. He was only there for s short while when he heard his name be called.
"Akihito." The voice was deep and sent chills down his spine. In a good way.
Akihito turned to see a man taller than he with jet black hair and broad shoulders. The man wore a suit that hugged his muscular body perfectly and looked expensive. As the man came closer, Akihito was able to see that the man's eyes were an unusual color of gold.
"Yes. Are you Asami-san?"
"Yes." The man bowed deeply. Rising, he waved a man over to take Akihito's luggage before taking Akihito's arm in his own. "Welcome to Japan Akihito."