Bit of a nothing chapter that doesn't really go anywhere sorry! But had to be put in somewhere to set things in motion!
"Kirishima, do we still have a confirmed visual on Akihito?"
Asami handed the secretary his gun for cleaning as he walked away from the lifeless body and puddles of blood in the dark warehouse.
"Yes Asami sama, it has been hard for the men to keep their distance, but they confirm nothing out of the ordinary." Kirishima reported back to his boss as he handed the weapon back.
Asami sat in the limo as Suoh shut the door to chauffeur him back to Sion.
"Hmm, so he really is going to be a good boy this time. Odd." Asami mused as he lit his Dunhill.
Midnight Kid and DJ Siren huh, two very famous names in their own right. The Russian mobster gazed down at the stage, every pair of eyes in the arena was on them, and rightly so. The dome was saturated in spine-melting songs that forced people to lose all inhibitions. The way Midnight Kid stood on the his table and raised his hands in the air to reveal pale hips that looked perfect for grasping had Mikhail on the edge of his seat. He lost himself for part of the song while dancing on the table, his hand cupped one side of his wireless headphones as the other hand was held towards the crowd, the fingers at the end of the hand flicking towards him suggestively, telling the people to come on as he wiggled those amazing hips.
DJ Siren had his own flare, he worked the crowd with zest of his own, determined not to be outdone by the hooded figure, he jumped on the table next to him and raised both hands in the air, urging on his side of the arena.
They exuded an extremely seductive confidence, the crowd was theirs, the stage was theirs, the entire building held captivated by the two prodigies on stage who brought the crowd into a musical orgy. You could feel the multitudes release in the tuneful climax as eye watering bass filled everyone's senses to the brim and the pair jumped from their places to land simultaneously and swap places.
Mikhail threw back the last of his scotch as the pair on stage announced their second to last song, much as he wanted to stay and watch the amazing duo, he wanted to be waiting for them in their backstage room when they arrived.
The event organizer said it wasn't possible, but with a threat, followed by a wad of money, it had been easy. Intimidate and then bribe with a smile, works every time.
The Russian chuckled to himself, he hadn't been this excited to meet someone in a long time, the last time someone peaked his curiosity this much had been when Feilong and Asami played tug o war with the young blonde in Hong Kong a couple of years back. What was his name again, Takaba Akihito if I remember rightly? Arbatov brushed the thought off and followed the event organizer backstage with one last look at the slim figures flashing under the lights.
It was 2am and Akihito's blood was pumping, he was hot, so hot, sweat rolled down his body and his black hooded singlet clung to his body, he reveled in the feeling, aural ecstasy poured through him as his senses were pounded with the smell of sweaty smoke and the image of seething mobs blurring under the lights seared into his mind.
Despite the niggling bad feeling in the back of his mind, he went all out in the last track with Koga, who he had seen smiling brilliantly whenever the light shone on his face.
It was definitely worth it. He would pay his dues in the secret room for a week when Asami found out, and he would find out. It was only a matter of time. That bastard knew everything.
DJ'ing again was euphoric in it's self, but doing it on a massive stage with his long time friend was pure adrenaline pumping bliss, and he wouldn't have missed this for the world. He loved the way the throngs responded to him, how they would hold onto his every movement, in a trance with the rhythms he gave them. Watching people drop their guard and just dance was his biggest paycheck, the power with which he could get people to move was addictive, and Akihito knew he would have to break the news to Asami when he got back if he ever wanted to continue down this road in peace. He shivered at the thought. The secret room is definitely in his future. Definitely.
They set the playlist to auto as they bid the roaring hordes goodbye and let the assistants pack their stuff to be brought to the hotel they were staying at.
Once back stage they were met with a very fidgety organizer who said there was someone in Koga's room wanting to meet them, he bowed to Akihito in apology knowing Midnight Kid had identity issues.
"What does the guy look like?" Akihito asked, the guy was sure nervous, and if it were Asami he certainly would have that effect on people.
"Tall, slim and blonde Midnight Kid san, I believe he came from Europe to find a DJ to open a new string of clubs for him, he was intent on meeting you both."
Akihito and Koga let out a jointly held breath as it became clear it wasn't Asami.
"Ah guess we have no choice, we need to meet Kou and Takoto at the room anyway so might as well."
Akihito and Koga made their way down the short corridor where Kou and Takoto were already waiting, Takoto had already changed in the VIP toilets where Asami's guards couldn't follow, so Akihito's clothes would be ready, but they had to be quick, he handed the pile to Akihito, and Akihito switched his hood with the beanie resting on top of the clothing pile along with his camera, which was undamaged. "We just gotta meet someone, we'll meet you guys back at the hotel alright." Koga sent the two friends off with his chauffeur pass leaving Akihito and Koga alone to meet the European club owner.
The pair hurried the short distance and entered the room laughing, exclaiming how much fun they both had, hoping to get the meeting over with quickly so they could go and drink with the other two.
"Asami sama, we have lost sight of Takaba, we believe he is backstage with his friends but it's unconfirmed right now." Kirishima read the text quietly at Asami's shoulder as not to disturb the negotiations his boss was handling.
"Have the men on standby at all entrances and report to me at once when anyone is sighted. Have my phone ready to call Akihito once this is over." Asami ordered, not once breaking his gaze from the men that were sweating in their boots at dealing with Asami Ryuichi himself. The negotiations wouldn't take long.
"Yes sir."
Mikhail eyed the pair as they came in, still sweat drenched and laughing, DJ Siren, who Mikhail had learned was called Koga, had messy black hair that framed his boyishly handsome features, his open V-neck shirt revealed his lightly muscled chest, slick with perspiration, his black jeans encased his tight ass wondrously.
He turned his attention to find a startled pair of hazel eyes staring at him from behind a pair of black straight-framed glasses. Dazzling hazel eyes, that Mikhail was sure he had seen somewhere already. It was impossible to forget eyes like that. He noted the similar features of the two, but feathers of blonde hair peaked out from under the beanie he had used to replace his hood. Giving him an intelligent hipster look. Large armholes in his black singlet revealed the sinful curve of his ribs and a limber body. He shifted his gaze to the tight shredded blue jeans that showed all the lines of his lower half to perfection.
They were both utterly delectable.
The bespectacled DJ was still looking at him, and Mikhail couldn't shake the feeling that he had met this person somewhere before.
Akihito stopped in his tracks as they entered their backstage room. He felt the bile rise in his throat and the pulse pound in his ears as he stared blankly at the suave blonde figure that had risen from the couch to greet them. Oh my god, it's all over was all he could muster in his brain at this point. All over. Mikhail fucking Arbatov was standing right in front of Akihito, the shit had finally hit the fan in the most unexpected way.
"Ah, sorry to barge in! Pleasure to meet you both, I am Mikhail Arbatov." Came the lilted Japanese accent. The Russian Crime lord, European equivalent to Asami, was eyeing them both as he raised his hand for a handshake.
He doesn't recognize me?! Akihito frantically thought, forgetting he still had his glasses and beanie on, he felt his heart go back to its normal place in his chest.
"Oi, what are you up to egg, snap out of it." Koga slapped him on the back, they were both looking at him curiously. That's right, he was Midnight Kid right now, Akihito cleared his throat and spoke confidently. "Ah sorry, you just reminded me of someone I know, haha."
"Oh, is that right? I have a similar feeling." Replied the smiling Russian. Shit, watch what you say Akihito.
They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries while they sat, Akihito and Koga on one couch and Mikhail on the couch set 45 degrees from theirs.
Koga spoke up this time, it was his event and he knew they had to get out of here fast.
"So how can I help? The organizer said you wanted to meet with us."
Akihito was glad his friend sensed his discomfort and took the reigns, he just flopped on the couch next to him and pretended to be preoccupied with his phone.
"Well, I heard you were good so I decided to take time off to come and see for myself. I'd like for you to come work for a couple of months in Europe while my new clubs get up and running. Both of you."
Mikhail leaned back on the couch expectantly, clasping his hands together over his stomach while eying them up as if they were something good to eat.
Akihito, who had gained a semblance of calm by now, looked up at Mikhail, wondering how the mobster would take it when they both answered no.
"I'm sorry but I've recently just signed a contract which means I will be stuck in Tokyo for the next 6 months." Koga said first.
It was then that Akihito's phone decided to ring and he cursed as he saw Asami's name pop up on the screen, "Sorry, I am not taking any work currently so I will have to say no also. I need to get this call."
Akihito walked to the corner of the room and swiped the green button.
"Yeah?"
"Akihito, where are you?"
"Backstage with Koga, why?" Akihito kept an ear on Koga and Arbatov's conversation, and flinched as Koga announced loudly that Akihito had the world's biggest ball and chain keeping him in Tokyo, that bastard never knew when to keep his mouth shut. He didn't know if it was good or not, Asami had probably heard Koga call him that, but he hadn't said Asami's name in front of Mikhail.
"Why are you alone with him, did he just call me a 'ball and chain' Akihito?" The crime lord was definitely pissed.
Next Mikhail laughed, "No matter, I am sure I can provide you both with enough to work for me instead." He said it in a sultry tone, almost seductively.
"Work for who Akihito? Who is that?" the room was so quiet Asami could hear their whole conversation. Shit, I need to sort this out fast.
"Aha, don't you worry. Anyway, I'm fine so tell your goons to stop fussing alright!"
"Answer my questions, Akihito." That tone always meant bad things in real life, Akihito was just glad he was hearing it over the phone for a change. The blonde took a deep breath before answering, "Listen, I'm just doing some stuff for work, ok. See you tomorrow!" it wasn't exactly a lie, and before Asami could ask anything else, he hung up. No doubt about it, he had just secured himself a month in the secret room.
"Sorry about that, Koga I really need to get going, you know who is getting anxious." Akihito said, the hidden message couldn't have been any more obvious.
"Oh shit, right! I completely forgot. Sorry Mr Arbatov, we really need to get going. Sorry neither of us could be of any help, but we are both tied up right now!"
With that, the boys gathered their things quickly and rushed out the door where Akihito slipped on the shirt Takoto had given him, he didn't really care about the rest of the outfit anymore, he was just happy to be out of there. They left a very perturbed Mikhail Arbatov sitting on the couch.
"Tokyo eh? Don't think either of you are going to get away from me that easy. Guess I will be paying Asami's domain a visit."