"Asami, Koga has given me and the others tickets to a gig in Osaka in two weeks, and I am going, work is letting me cover it as a job, so it's work as well, that doesn't involve you for once." Akihito came storming in from the kitchen sounding like he had just got off the phone.
Asami knew the stress of work must be eating at Akihito, and he found it odd that the hellion still hadn't snapped. He guessed something like this must be coming as Akihito had been taking less and less scoops lately, Asami had to admit, he was asking a lot of the young photographer.
"Alright then, I'll send Suoh with you."
"Wa- NO! Let me do my fucking job on my own, and I can't have him skulking around me and my friends." Ah, there it was. He was about to snap any minute now.
"Well what would you have me do then Akihito, I am not letting you go alone."
"Asami please. Life is already hard enough, can't you just let me have a normal weekend without a pack of hounds following me." Asami knew it was bad when Akihito said please outside of the bedroom.
"Not happening Akihito, the best I am prepared to offer is for it to seem like they're not there, but you will have an escort. Especially if this weekend involves you dancing."
"What's with the dancing thing again! Argh! Fine! If I see even one of them, I am high tailing it and they will not see me for the rest of the weekend, got it?!"
"If you give them the slip in Osaka Akihito, I will come to get you myself."
The blonde made to reply, but quickly snapped his mouth shut before storming back into the kitchen. That was not the explosion Asami was expecting, perhaps Akihito finally came to terms with how things should be, and he had been oddly compliant lately.
No, dealing with Akihito was never that easy, something was definitely up. Asami guessed it had something to do with Akihito's rekindled friendship with Koga, who he had been spending increasingly large amounts of time with of late. He had even gone so far as to have Koga around at the condo while Asami was out, the yakuza had come home to two utterly plastered young men crashed out on the couch, covered in junk food with gaming controllers scattered everywhere. It was obvious who had passed out first, because Akihito had a huge penis drawn on each cheek with permanent marker. The older man hadn't known if he should laugh or shoot Koga right there on the spot, it was the first person Akihito had ever brought round to the condo, and Asami found it bothered him, a lot. It wasn't an emotion he was familiar with.
They were a mirror image of each other, sprawled on opposite ends of the couch, both young and mischievous with a ruckus attitude, Asami had them both watched for weeks before it was clear there was nothing more going on between the two.
He might not have minded if it were Kou and Takoto, but Koga really knew how to rub Asami up the wrong way, it almost seemed intentional, but no one was that stupid, surely?
That coupled with the fact that Akihito was unwilling to ask Koga about Midnight Kid, claiming photographer's pride, made it all the more frustrating. He considered torturing Koga for the information, but he knew Akihito would go full spitfire mode and do something rash, Akihito had a substantial amount of dirt piled up against Asami with all his failed stakeouts, and Asami wasn't sure if Akihito was above using it if he hurt his friend. The young man had an endless loyal streak for his friends, and the yakuza wasn't keen on testing who it was strongest for. Not yet.
Asami really wanted to get his hands on the elusive DJ now more then ever, he had given him the slip twice more, and Asami felt a grudging respect grow for the faceless name, anyone who could evade Asami Ryuichi three times in a row was worthy of it, however frustrated it left the crime lord, he was looking forward to meeting him eventually.
"It's done. Think I nearly crapped myself!" Akihito sent the text off to Koga from the kitchen, they talked about the logistics of their plan for ages after he agreed to play in Osaka with Koga. The lure to work in such a big arena was too great for Akihito, he longed to feel the music, for the bass to rattle his bones and for the stage to rumble under his feet. He missed this job, whether Asami was involved or not, he missed it.
He knew Koga had to come up in the plan, Asami had men on him now, so if it were discovered that Koga was playing in Osaka the same time Akihito had a 'job' there, then it wouldn't look good for the both of them. They came up with a something in between. Akihito would cover it as a job anyway, it would mean money in the bank with no excuses, though by now he had set up a separate account where the gigs were paid into, and he fed small amounts into his real account in dribbles incase Asami decided to check, it was piss poor and there were so many holes in the banking scheme but it was the best he could manage.
Akihito would have to give Asami's mutts the slip regardless, there was nothing that could really be done about that, so they were wagering on Takoto being able to pull off an Akihito disguise and fool them for at least a night, it shouldn't be too hard in a dark stadium with poor visuals, Kou would tag along for the deception, they needed all the eyes and ears they could get, and if any of the men came to close it would be Kou's job to distract them.
Then they would hope like hell no one intercepted them on their way back to Koga's backstage room before clothes could be swapped again.
Aside from the reckless gamble they were taking, everyone was looking forward to the boys weekend away, all Akihito had to do was be good for two weeks so Asami wouldn't get all controlling and possessive and decide he needed to be punished or leashed for something stupid.
There was a constant knot in his stomach for two weeks leading up to the awaited weekend, Akihito knew he was biting off more then he could chew, the plan had so many loose threads in it and he knew Asami would pick at the threads until it all unraveled into the big mess it was, but it was too late to back out now. He hopped on the train bound for Osaka with his three friends, fully aware of Asami's men watching their every move.
He wasn't sure what he would die of first, a heart attack, or being killed by Asami once he found out. The adrenaline junkie side to Akihito definitely needed a rest if he managed to pull this weekend off.
Asami hung up after listening to the latest reports on Akihito and his three friends, they had arrived in Osaka without incident and were spending the night in a hotel before the event tomorrow, by all reports his kitten appeared to be playing nice and there hadn't been any indications that he was going to go pull a disappearing act. The jet and his men were on standby if need be, however.
Akihito got changed into another set of clothes he had brought in after Takoto left in disguise, it always got incredibly hot as the night drew on, the one disadvantage of wearing a hoodie most of the time. He wore a hooded black singlet, it had big armholes, which exposed almost all of his ribs, it was slightly baggy and would allow for good aeration, normally he wore a shirt underneath it, but it would be too hot on stage. He slipped on a few leather bracelets and a dangling necklace that came halfway down his front, the pendant was a little turntable, one of Akihito's favorites.
He pulled on his torn blue jeans that hugged his lower half in all the right places, before putting on his doc martins and finishing it off with those trademark glasses. He looked every inch Midnight Kid, and he was sure people were going to figure it out right off the bat. It made his heart thump with excitement, the kind of thump that left you slightly breathless not knowing if your heart rate was going to take off or control itself.
He chilled with Koga, who was wearing a navy hooded t-shirt, the front was a deep V-neck which was laced together with a cord that dangled down each side of his chest, tight black jeans and high top sneakers completed his outfit, the two had pretty much the same fashion sense.
They worked out a few playlists and sets, but mostly decided to play it by feel, working with Koga had always been easy, they found they never needed to plan much on stage, it was simpler just to feed off of each others vibes see where it took them. Akihito's heart gave another wallop at the thought.
On stage, Koga and Akihito were like one and the same, the chemistry between them as they made music for people was evident, and the masses fed off it like a drug.
The black haired ruffian left to do the setup for the both of them before people started arriving, he knew exactly how Akihito liked things and how he had his gear set out, with the two of them they would be able to control the lighting and sound rather then need assistants. It was a big ask in a massive arena but they wouldn't have it any other way.
Soon enough Koga came back to their backstage suite and they chilled for the last hour.
There was a knock at the door and a man popped his head in announcing it was time for them to head out.
"Let's go Aki, I'm so excited I might piss myself! The crowd is gonna lose their shit when they know it's you."
Akihito slipped his headphones over his neck so he could put them up under his hood once the music started, before finally flipping his hood up and made his way to the stage with Koga.
The arrangement was perfect, they were on the stage that was set slightly out into the crowd, their tables with laptops and turntables were set connected at a 45 degree angle with the ends together, facing outwards, one would work with music while the other worked the lighting, switching between tables flawlessly whenever they felt the need.
It was a huge amphitheater, the ground floor the size of a small football field with two tiers of floors one on top of the other that looked over the entire floor from all corners.
There were stacks of speakers on each side of the stage, lighting and various lasers were rigged all along the roof as well as in the ground in front of the stage, it was pitch black other then where the lights roamed or flashed, a rave on a massive scale.
Akihito's blood was pumping and the sweat was rolling off him, he hadn't had this much fun in a long time, the throngs of people were packed like sardines in front of the stage, moving as one with the beat, how Akihito had missed that sight.
He raised his hand to his right headphone, listening, while he played with the lightings effects on the laptop in front of him, Koga was building a pulse, winding up the crowd that was waiting for a sweet earth shattering release in the form of drum and bass, Akihito would set the smoke and lasers going when it all came to a head, maximizing the affect on human senses, turning them into mindless animals that danced on instinct alone.
The two DJs antagonized the people by opening their arms wide and egging them on as Koga finally let the crowd have their fill, they had unknowingly done it at the same time, and as Akihito turned he couldn't stop the massive smile on his face at seeing his long time friend doing the same thing. They danced around each other for a few moments before jumping up in the air for a massive high five and switched tables, for a moment the crowd was louder then the music, screams filled the arena as people realized what they had just seen. There was only one person DJ Siren high fived on stage like that, Midnight Kid. The crowd got a new lease on life as they recognized who it was, and suddenly it turned into a dancing frenzy.
The blonde Russian looked down from his vantage point on the second tier of the arena. He had come to Osaka to watch the famous DJ, hoping to find someone suitable to open for a string of new clubs he was founding throughout Europe. European DJs were boring and he wanted something new and fresh, and this definitely ticked all the boxes.
He was getting a lot more then he bargained for as he watched DJ Siren with his special guest, who was equally amazing, if not more. Watching the pair on stage was enthralling, he loved a traditional rave but these two brought it two a new level. The way they orbited around each other to synchronize the lights and sound was nothing short of hypnotizing. They moved as one on stage, a perfect partnership of people and music brought together by these two men.
He couldn't help but admire the tight ass of the hooded figure that drove the crowd wild as he jumped with them in time to the beat, there was a special way he moved his hips that left a burning response deep in his groin.
He was a rousingly mysterious, you could feel the charisma and passion as he interacted with his audience, and the Russian mobster definitely wanted to know more about him.
He turned his attention to the black haired DJ Siren working the other half of the crowd, his open V-neck revealing the sweat dripping down his lightly muscled chest as he pumped his fist in the air, provoking the masses into even more action.
They certainly were an alluring pair, and he knew that he had to have these two work for him, one way or another.
"Axel, arrange with the event promoter for me to meet with the two backstage after this is over. I want them."