Hello again,
Thank you for the kick-ass reviews! It's very kind of you to leave such lovely feedback! :3
I hope the story doesn't disappoint as it goes on and btw I have no idea in what direction the pray in abyss arc is going in, my wee brain can't comprehend Yamane-sensei's awesomeness so I'm just going crazy on this bitch...
There are no warnings for this chappy, maybe language - or bad spelling...
I don't own the characters...
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Arriving around 11.40am at club Sion, Sudou sits outside Asami's office and waits for the proverbial shit to hit the fan. He knows exactly how it will play out - Asami-san will arrive at around twelve and receive his weekly Draceana debrief from Sudou as usual and it's always about half way through this when Kirishima interrupts with a steaming cup of coffee and the post delivery for Asami-san.
- Cue photos, the big blow up and then the sex! Sudou recalls he is wearing new briefs just for this occasion and glances at his watch again, counting down the seconds until Takaba's sweet, sweet demise.
After all, the kid is bringing it on himself! For being seen in the clutches of another man in a motel room and really, just generally pissing Sudou off!
Midway through Sudou's introspection (around the part where the brat is on his knees begging for his life) Asami strolls around the corner looking impeccable in his mac and grey 'is that Dior?' suit, and as usual ignores Sudou completely as he unlocks the door and enters his office.
Its not until 10 minutes later when Kirishima approaches him with an "Asami-sama will see you now..." that the club manager deems it appropriate to move out of his seat and knock on the door before entering.
Asami is at his desk smoking and does not look up as he says
"you better have news for me about the 50 million Sudou." - 'Ah, thats what I forgot to do yesterday...whoops.'
"Asami-san I am deeply sorry that we do not have any leads as of yet, or to the disappearance of miss Yakasa who we believe transferred the money. However apart from that we have been seeing on average a plus 43 percent rise in profits this quarter."
"New profits are hardly the point Sudou, if next time it's a greater amount that goes missing. I want to know what scum thinks they can rip me off. And you'd better find out before I fire, and then shoot your ass."
Sudou shivers a little at Asami-san using the word ass and reassures him that he will do everything in his power to find the culprit and carries on with the Draceana report, but all too soon he runs out of information to recite as he has been too busy trying to ruin Takaba's life to do his job somewhat since yesterday. Now - where the hell is Megane with those photos?!...
"…Ehem…"
...Just as Sudou starts to think how he can stall some more having already having inquired about whether Asami's office couch is imported, and whether its easy to clean…And Asami looks about ready to shoot him then and there. The door knocks just in the nick of time and Asami lets out a relived sigh of
"Dozo..."
Kirishima approaches carrying 'ooh my photo's!' And Sudou can virtually hear the tick tick tick of the emotional bombshell that is about to hit with the opening of that envelope.
He hovers until Kirishima literally comes to stand face to face with him and Sudou whines mentally, not bothering to hide his scowl. 'Oi four eyes don't block my view!'
However, the cock block appears to be talking at him and he eventually starts to hear sounds, words?...
"You are dismissed Sudou-san..."
'Eh?! dismissed?! But my photo's!...'
Sudou actually pouts as he turns to leave, though his mind is already whirling with the fear that all of his hard work will go to waste.
'Bollocks! He hasn't opened the photo's yet...Is he opening them now? Fuck, I had it all worked out - Damn I can't listen outside the door 'cus of that megane! What if he doesn't open them? I should try to get a tap into the office to hear what's happening. Shit...shit Ive gotta do something quick...'
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Just after 1PM Sudou finds himself blindly rushing back to his office and hurriedly walking through the corridors, as soon as he reaches his door he throws himself into his seat and grabs the phone to dial the police...
On the ride back over he had fumed over the injustice of it all, Asami-san is supposed to be pissed at Takaba and according to Sudou's schedule he is supposed to be merrily bouncing on Asami-sans cock right now, so 'what the hell? 'Why am I not the one by his side? How can I make him notice me?...'
He takes a little time to look online at the website for Takaba's newspaper and find some sap to sacrifice to his cause. Looking at a list of other photojournalists he picks a random name and gets dialing also getting the story straight in his head...
...Always, at the back of his mind there is that thirst for Asami and he has no need to reaffirm his reasons for this mission and why he has to do this. It's all for the sake of he and Asami-san finally being together, gently embracing and Asami-san saying, all the while caressing Sudou's cheek...
'Shuu we have missed out on so much time, lets make up for those missed opportunities, lets not even talk or think about that brat who got in the way of us being together ever again.'…'What brat' Shuu would say, and they would laugh as they move into a passionate kiss.
On the line a voice rings out "Shinjuku police dept, how can I direct your call?"
"Detective Saburaki please" Sudou says cooly, already in character...
"Saburaki here."
"Ah Saburaki-san, Mitarai here, I'm with with the Tokyo Daily, I was just wondering what leads you have on the Asami Ryuichi case?"
Saburaki spits his coffee, judging by the choking noise coming through the receiver. "Asa-mi, what the hell you talking about?"
"My apologies, my colleague Takaba, Takaba Akihito has been investigating drug and arms dealing both directly linked to Asami for a year now and is days away from taking him down, thanks to a source that worked for him at Draceana - ah that he might have killed, but we're looking into that because she hasn't been found yet...But Saburaki-san, It's such a big case I would have thought you'd be in on it! Fufu..."
"So why are you phoning to tell me this shit, what was your name. Mitarai?"
Sudou lets out a charismatic chuckle, "surely Saburaki-san you realize I wanted to take the scoop from right under Takaba's nose? He's going to be single-handedly responsible for taking down the Asami Ryuuichi! Of course I wanna get in on that haha!"
"Huh, well I don't know what to tell you Mitarai, we always have a case file open on him but the evidence never stands up in court. Your fucking crazy for wanting to get involved if you ask me..."
"Ah well, if you really can't help I understand, it's a bummer though, this is gonna be fucking huge! Here's me thinking I could steal Takaba's scoop!..."
When they end the call, Sudou knows its only a matter of minutes before Saburaki phones Asami-san, that dirty cop has been on his payroll for years and the cunning bastard is actually one of the main reasons the evidence is always tampered with or missing when the court dates roll around.
Sudou leans back and breathes deeply…To think that in just a few hours he will be clutching at Asami's strong shoulders and screaming out his passion...Finally!
He rises to freshen up, for he is traveling to club Sion (again.)
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"The person you are calling is currently..."
For the umpteenth time that morning Akihito snaps shut his phone and curses. He wants to find out whether the murder case has been hushed up yet and all he got was a crummy voice mail!
The first 3 times he had left messages but after that he didn't trust himself to not hurl abuse at the lazy, rude specky bastard...'phone me back!'
The photographer is currently stalking Kuroda, albeit failing miserably because he's been waiting outside of Kuroda's office since 11AM, two hours later and still nothing! Akihito had snuck out of the penthouse this morning as soon as he heard Asami get up to shower, after the last couple of days and thinking about what he had said to Kuroda he is far too embarrassed to look at Asami and realises that he just wants to know,
'what do I and Asami mean to each other?'
Takaba absentmindedly rubs his lower back, again praising whoever the hell invented pain relief and thinking that it might be wise to change careers after all, to one with a good health insurance package...
Akihito's phone rings and he's on it like Asami all over, well…Him.
"Takaba."
Definitely expecting someone else, Akihito actually rolls his eyes at poor Koh, who he was supposed to meet 10 minutes ago at Gogo noodle bar. Jolting back to reality Akihito apologizes several times and takes off running away from Kuroda's office 'Shit I was so spaced out today I totally forgot I'm supposed to meet the guys - uh, now!'
He decides he will give it a couple of hours and come back here to try and see Kuroda again. That specky bastard!
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Asami looks on as the candidates are lined up and handed questionnaires by Kirishima in order to apply for the hostess job currently going at Draceana. He's leaning against the bar in Sion and observing the girls, observing him. Although it's safe to say they have a far greater amount of lust and greed in their eyes than he does.
He's unimpressed.
As he exhales a long stream of smoke upwards, he contemplates everything that has happened over the last few weeks. That money and the girl going missing, the Katsufumi brats also acquiring 50 million yen...'But there's no way they had access to it, what possible opening could I have given for them to take the money?... Who dares double cross me?'
Over one of the over-eager and scantly dressed women's heads, Asami see's his long term employee and police detective Saburaki approach him and nod with a somewhat grim expression. Asami stubs out the cigarette and turns to silently lead the way to his office...
Once inside he sits comfortably and rests his hands interlaced on his long crossed legs, eyes as always are cold and analyzing.
"Saburaki, what brings you here?" It certainly is odd that he deemed it necessary to visit in person, people may start asking questions.
"Asami, I thought it more appropriate considering what I just heard on the phone, it was concerning you and some punk apparently getting the jump on you any day now with a huge scoop." Asami's curiosity is of course roused on hearing this as always he had been as cautious, even more so since the breach of one of his lesser business accounts.
"I see, please do take a seat and tell me everything."
Saburaki opens his somewhat crushed cigarette box and offers one to Asami and lights them both before he lands heavily in a chair and scowls.
"Right well, around 1 or so I got a call transferred to my desk and it was some bastard named Mitarai, said he was a journalist or some shit and asking if we had a case built with the intent to take you down, apparently the bust is days away after a year of gathering evidence of your 'alleged' Gun and drug deals...And this little bitch called Takaba has all the evidence, ready to go."
At the word "Takaba" Asami looks up abruptly and as if it was actually possible, looking utterly shocked, with his eyebrows raised, just slightly.
The cigarette which is now most certainly forgotten, still hangs from his lips he asks - "Takaba, what?"
"Takaba Akihito"
"...Well...I'll be damned..."
Asami leans forward to flick the ash from his cigarette into the crystal ashtray, giving himself time to clear his head and arrange his thousands of urgent thoughts and questions into a seemingly unaffected reply.
"Ah, I actually know of a Mitarai and I will see if what he says is the truth or not, I'll get my men onto finding him and bringing him in. We can ask this fucker face to face." He found that as he said this, his speech became rougher and rougher as his throat tightens up somewhat. A hand squeezing in his chest.
Asami wonders why he is starting to feel just a little light headed and why it's so goddamned painful, the thought of his Akihito. Having played him all this time.
The raven haired man takes his time in getting up to pour a drink at the side board, He pours a tumbler of whiskey and moves back to the desk. Stubbing out his quarter smoked cigarette and lighting another. Asami's body is just going through the motions since his mind is somewhere else completely now and he can't seem to clear the fogginess in his mind, thanks to the ringing in his ears and the numbness that seems to have swept over him.
'Huh, maybe I should see a doctor, I've probably got anemia…High blood pressure mayb-"Shit!"
He exclaims as we knocks his tumbler of whiskey over the pile of documents he had been working on this morning. Hastily sticking the freshly lit cigarette into his mouth he death glares the papers, ignoring Saburaki's polite questions of concern. Asami takes some of the papers worst affected and shakes them off, realizing Kirishima can just reprint or obtain them again.
He does this with most of the pile until he reaches a thick manila envelope, also soaked he thinks it best to empty and air out the contents. Ripping it open he peeks inside to see the 'photos?' Aren't that badly damaged so he just tips the envelope onto the desk where the small pictures to slide out easily.
When his eyes catch a glimpse he freezes and Saburaki is really worried now, knowing Asami can be like a coiled cobra and he really does not want to be there when the guy strikes pure venom. The tension is unbearable and it's a good 3 minutes before Asami seems to start breathing again and brings his hand holding the envelope down to the table, Saburaki breathes a sigh of relief.
However it's short lived.
Asami leans forward onto the desk, over the pictures, and some bangs fall forward to cover his eyes. His right hand moves ever so slowly to spread the photos across the desk, photo's of his Akihito with his own step brother in what is obviously a hotel room.
He reluctantly searches for any shots that could, would confirm the ultimate betrayal. But. As it happens there are just 13 shots of Takaba and Kuroda in the room and the nearest they get physically is the exchange of a can of cherry soda.
Asami is indescribably relieved that he would not have to see evidence at least, of Akihito in the throws of ecstasy, showing most his intimate and beautiful expressions to another man.
'What else is Akihito up to that I don't know about? Are they in on this together?...' Trying to put those many urgent thoughts aside for now, he fishes out his phone from his breast pocket and phones the private detective he has permanently tailing Takaba, he finds himself actually willing the line to pick up, eventually, it does.
"Asami-sama..."
"Report."
That one terse word is all Asami can bring himself to say, the incessant ringing in his ears is still there and he feels his heart pounding away, hoping. He needs to meet with Akihito now, he needs to know that the set up, the photo's - 'It has to be bullshit. It can't be, I won't let it happen.'
"Of course Asami-sama, from approximately 10.52AM I have him at the office of the District Attorney, at approximately 1.09PM He leaves and makes his way to Gogo Noodle bar in Akihabara. He is now in the DA offi-"
"Watch him in case he leaves, I'm on my way."
"Of course Asami-sama."