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"Akihito, let's go to the club tonight!"
Akihito almost choked at the caramel blended milkshake he was slurping. "What? I thought you wanted to be all lovey dovey with the girl you had eyes on?"
"He got rejected." Kou patted Takato's hair.
"On your birthday?" Akihito felt sorry for his best friend. He knew Takato was pretty serious about the girl, considering he talked about nothing but her during their previous meet up.
"Yeah, she said she only thought of me as a friend. A FRIEND!" Takato emphasized the last word and placed his head on the table.
Kou leaned over to Akihito and whispered, "The girl was nothing but a gold digger. She didn't want to go out with Takato because he isn't wealthy enough."
"Did Takato tell you this?"
"I accidentally saw the texts he was exchanging with her."
Takato sat up abruptly. "Hey, what are you guys whispering about?"
"Nothing!" Both Akihito and Kou answered in unison.
Takato draped an arm around Akihito. "Akihito, let's go clubbing," he repeated his request.
Never a fan of clubbing, Akihito thought of rejecting Takato's request but then he felt sorry for his friend; he deserved happiness on his special day.
"Okay, let's go. Which club do you have in mind?" Akihito reluctantly agreed before turning back to his caramel blend.
"Club Sion."
Akihito spurted his drink. "No way! We're not going there!"
"Why not? That's Asami san's place right? We can skip the line and go right in!"
"No!" Akihito raised his voice and quickly continued before his friends had the chance to interrupt. "Think about it guys, you want to have fun right? Club Sion is like a place for old geezers. The patrons are wealthy and they're most likely old hags. You want to chill out with young, pretty girls right?"
Takato looked troubled and stared at his drink. "I supposed you are right. Then where do you suppose we go?"
Kou snapped his fingers. "What about The Fixer? We couldn't get in the last time, remember? I heard the place's awesome."
"The Fixer is excellent!" Akihito perked up immediately. Anywhere, in Akihito's opinion is better than Club Sion. He knew his lover well; Asami would no doubt use the opportunity to embarrass him in public. He'd probably have a grand seat with expensive upholstery to welcome him.
"Great, we'll go there." Kou clapped his hands.
"Akihito, I have another request." Takato grabbed Akihito's hands.
"Wh…. What?"
"Can we go in the limo, please?" Takato begged.
"NO! That's Asami's limo. I can't just use it!"
"But you can." Kou interrupted. "You came to meet us in Asami san's BMW right? I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you take his limo." Kou pointed his fore finger to the shiny BMW parked in front of the café.
Takato gripped Akihito's hands tighter. "Kou's right. Please, Akihito!"
Akihito tried to pull his hands away from Takato. "It wasn't my choice! That bastard took the keys to my Vespa. I was already running late for my job!"
"Akihito, please! It's my birthday today and this is the only thing I'm asking of you. PLEASE!"
Before Akihito could reply however, Kou had grabbed Akihito's hands away from Takato. He pushed Akihito's long sleeve sweater up and stared at his wrists. "Er, Aki-chan? Why are your wrists red? It looks like you were tied up or something."
Trying his hardest not to blush, Akihito withdrew his hands and quickly covered his wrists. That pervert! I should have known better than to present him a pair of handcuffs as a thank you gift. Akihito went red as tomato as he recalled how he writhed under Asami with his hands bound above; how he tried to struggle free from his retrains as Asami devour him the night before.
"Akihito, you okay? You look red," Takato placed his palm on Akihito's forehead.
Akihito brushed his friend's hand away hastily. "I—I'm fine," he lied.
Kou smiled cheekily. "Oh, really? So, what happened to your hands, Aki-chan?"
"Stop calling me Aki-chan, Kou!" Akihito blushed harder.
Kou leaned closer to Akihito's ear and blew it gently. "How does it feel being cuffed, Aki-chan?"
Akihito smacked Kou's head. "Stop it, Kou!"
"I will if you promised to go in the limo," Kou winked.
"And you called me your friend," Akihito hissed.
Kou smiled warmly. "That's what friends are for, Aki-chan."
Battle lost, Akihito took his phone from his pocket and speed dialed Asami's number. He drummed his fingers on the table as he waited while his best friends stared at him in anticipation.
"Asami?"
"Akihito," the older man greeted sensually.
Remembering it was the same tone that Asami used the previous night, Akihito fought back a blush. "I- ah- can I use the limo tonight?"
"Why?"
"It's Takato's birthday and he wanted to arrive at the club in style."
"Which club?"
"That's none of your business."
"Then I'm afraid Takato and Kou would be very disappointed to know that they have to walk to the club," Akihito sensed a smirked in that response.
Damn it, why was everyone blackmailing him today? He swore if it wasn't for Takato, Akihito would have told Asami to kiss his ass.
"All right you bastard. The Fixer, satisfied?" Akihito gritted.
"Very. Now be good and pass the phone to Toru," Asami chuckled.
"I'm not your servant," Akihito grumbled but he scanned around the café anyway to look for his bodyguard who was sitting a few tables away, sipping his Darjeeling. He marched over to Toru and slammed the phone on the table. "Your boss."
Toru managed to place the cup tenderly on the table before grabbing the phone. "Asami sama," he greeted.
Asami's voice turned cold. "Toru, Akihito is using the limo tonight to The Fixer. I'm sending one of the men to be the driver. You enter the club with Akihito and do not leave him out of your sight, are we clear?"
Toru gripped the phone tighter to stop his hands from trembling. "Perfectly, Asami sama."
"Good. Do not disappoint me Toru. I forgave you once; there'd be no next time." Asami ended the call.
Toru gulped before passing the phone back to Akihito where the boy was eyeing him curiously. "So, what did he want?"
"Nothing, Takaba sama."
Still staring at his bodyguard, Akihito pocketed the phone. That bastard must have said something to Toru and knowing his bodyguard, he wouldn't spill. Asami's orders were absolute.
He shrugged his shoulders and walked back to his friends to break the good news. Takato jumped up from his seat and hugged Akihito tightly while Kou was as calm as ever, as though he had anticipated the results. Takato made Akihito promise to pick them up at eight before dragging Kou out of the café to get ready.
As Akihito sat comfortably in the limo in his new jeans, black silk shirt and casual jacket, he looked at his expressionless bodyguard seated across him. He was momentarily surprised to find another uniformed bodyguard at the basement parking and thought that Asami had sent him to relief Toru's duties but it turned out he was merely the driver.
"Toru, I didn't remember inviting you to our party." Akihito crossed his arms.
"I'm sorry Takaba sama. This is Asami sama's orders. Rest assured I would not disturb you in any way." Toru bowed slightly.
Akihito softened slightly, "Did that bastard give you a hard time over the broken camera?" Akihito asked sympathetically. He didn't live three years with his lover for nothing; he understood Asami well enough to know that he didn't take failures from his subordinates kindly.
Toru's expression remained unchanged, giving nothing away. "No, Takaba sama."
"Hn.. as if you would tell me," Akihito turned to look outside the window.
They pulled in front of Takato's apartment right on time where his friends were already waiting. Kou whistled in appreciation the moment they both climbed into the limo.
"Wow, this is something," Kou decided.
"This IS a dream!" Takato looked everywhere in awe.
"Yeah, enjoy the ride because this is the first and the last time we're going anywhere in this," Akihito sneered.
Kou sat next to Akihito. "Don't sulk, Aki-chan. By the way, nice threads," Kou rubbed the lapel of Akihito's jacket approvingly
"I didn't have a choice. Came back one day to find most of my stuff missing; that controlling bastard replaced my entire wardrobe!" Akihito sulked.
Kou poked a finger at Akihito's cheek. "Chill, dude. You've been sulking the whole day, relax."
Takato scooted next to Akihito. "Yeah, relax Akihito. It's my birthday and we are going to par – tay!"
Akihito's mood did get better although he didn't stop sulking at the fact Asami had thrown most of his stuff away. He was lucky that he happened to be wearing his favorite pair of torn jeans, shirt and jacket on the day it happened or he had to say goodbye to those as well. Akihito allowed his friends to rummaged through the limousine fridge for some booze as he dwelled on the possible ways he could get back at Asami.
By the time the limousine pulled to a halt, a man in suit came to open their door. Toru stepped out to look around before moving aside to allow Akihito to do the same.
Akihito hated this part; he hated getting off the car in front of a long line of people who were waiting to get into The Fixer. People would watch and scrutinize his every move, wondering which Papa's boy and entourage had come to party. Akihito's fears proved to be right; people stared and they were not discreet about it. They whispered among themselves, some were so loud that Akihito could hear their entire conversation. Men tried to look indifferent although they were probably comparing their dressing to Akihito's while women swooned at them.
They must have thought that we were rich. Akihito was amused by that thought. The onlookers, of course didn't know that all three were dirt poor who had to chip in to pay for milkshakes in café.
"Takaba sama, welcome to The Fixer," the man in suit bowed deeply.
Asami. He must have done something again. The last time he was here, he couldn't even get into the club despite queuing in the cold for an hour. Arriving in a limousine might help them to secure an entry or a nice table in the club but the man knew his name. It confirmed Akihito's suspicions that the yakuza had probably called the owner to expect their arrival. Perhaps the poor owner was even threatened.
"How cool is that?" Takato beamed; absolutely pleased with the attention he was receiving. Kou was enjoying himself too and even had the cheek to wave at a few female patrons who were batting eyelashes with him.
"Takaba sama, this way please." The man in suit turned, walking towards the entrance and desperate to escape public scrutiny, Akihito quickly pulled his friends into the club, hoping the dark environment would somehow mask their identity. Akihito was sadly mistaken if he thought that was the end of it. They were led to a table at the corner sitting prettily on a slightly raised platform where the surrounding had been cordoned. Akihito thought Asami might as well insisted the owner to close the entire club for them or have them move to the rooms upstairs where they could at least have some privacy.
"Toru," Akihito raised his voice since the music in the club was loud, "Did Asami plan this?"
Toru who was standing behind Akihito leaned forward and spoke, "I was not briefed about this, Takaba sama." Toru thought it would be the best if the young man did not find out the truth about The Fixer.
A pretty waitress came with the menu and politely asked for their orders. Kou and Takatou were initially worried with the price of the drinks, knowing that they could not afford to pay for them but when the waitress told them that the drinks would be on the house, they pointed to almost every drink the menu had to offer.
"That bastard, I bet he threaten the owner." Akihito crossed his arms over his chest.
"Aw, who the 'F' cares, Akihito! This is the best time of my life!" Takato draped an arm around his sulking friend.
The drinks arrived and while his friends quickly gulped them, Akihito was careful not to down his drink quickly for the last thing he wanted was to create more embarrassment by vomiting on the floor. After a few drinks, Kou and Takato became lightheaded and in a mood to party, pulled Akihito to the dance floor which he went reluctantly.
The dancing turned out to be more enjoyable than Akihito thought. There were moments when Akihito thought he was groped but he quickly dismissed it, thinking that the alcohol was doing strange things to his head as he felt the crowd moved against him. But someone did touch his ass again and Akihito felt his temper flared. For god's sake, I'm not a girl! He turned around, intending to kick his attacker in the balls but Toru was quicker. He had already grabbed the pervert's hands and dragged him off the dance floor.
In his entire time Akihito had Toru, this was probably the first time he felt grateful to his bodyguard. From the corner of his eye, he saw Takato and Kou were trying to pick up a pair of young ladies. The photographer grinned at Takato's awkwardness. Deciding he would help him; Akihito left the dance floor to join his friends. No, he wasn't going to cheat on Asami; the older man was far superior to any man or woman in the club combined. He merely wanted to help his friends since they looked absolutely hopeless in front of the girls.
Outside the club, Toru had just finished teaching the pervert a lesson he could hardly forget. The guard texted Asami as soon as he caught the man fondling Akihito's bottom and as expected, his boss was not very forgiving; his reply was short and curt: Break his hand.
Toru left the man in the back alley of the club, cradling his broken hand and sobbing. He walked to the entrance where he was granted entry immediately.
"Toru san, what happened to that poor bastard?" The bouncer at the door smirked.
Toru fixed his tie before answering, "He wouldn't be able to use his hand for a long time."
The bouncer let out a laugh before looking serious. "I will remind myself never to get in Asami sama's way."
"That would be the best." Toru nodded and disappeared into the club.
Toru checked his watch. It was past eleven but the crowd showed no signs of slowing down. He quickly scanned the club and took notice that the four men stationed around the club were keeping an eye on Akihito, as per Asami sama's orders. Toru walked to the man standing the nearest to him and whispered.
"Any changes?"
The man shook his head. "No, Toru san. Takaba sama was just dancing with his friends. Although…"
"What?"
The man cleared his throat. "It seems Takaba sama was trying to pick up some girls."
Toru scanned the dance floor. All three were discussing animatedly with two girls. From time to time, his master would nudge his friends a little towards the girls. Toru gave out a breath of relief, knowing he wouldn't have to report to Asami sama that Akihito was flirting.
"He's trying to help his friends," Toru explained to the guard who merely nodded at his explanation. Toru crossed his arms and relaxed before he resumed his duties of watching Akihito.
The conversation was going well, Akihito could feel it. His friends were finally comfortable with the girls and they seemed awfully attracted to them too as they were already touching Kou's and Takato's arms, winking their pretty eyelashes at them.
"Why don't you ladies share a drink with us at our table?" Kou suggested.
"That's right; we have a table over there." Kou pointed to their VIP table at the corner.
The women agreed, obviously pleased with the fact that they had managed to score a group of wealthy young men. Before the party could make their way back to the table however, a group stepped forward, blocking their path almost immediately.
"Well, well, who do we have here?"
Akihito gave the group a quick scan. The man who spoke was obviously the leader. He wore a suit but even in dim lights, Akihito could make out that the suit was of inferior quality and resembled poor imitation of a designer suit. Living with a man who had more money than god, Akihito knows expensive suit when he sees one. The apparent leader had a girl around his arms, dressed in mini skirt and a tank top so low that Akihito would have fined her for public indecency if he were a cop. Another five men stood behind them, wearing flashy, cheap suits.
"Emi…" Takato whispered, paled at the sight of the girl.
"Takato," she greeted back coolly.
"So, what is your dirt poor friend doing in a club like The Fixer?" The man who had his arms around Emi asked.
Takato blushed. Akihito and Kou immediately stepped forward to block Takato, an unconscious, loyal show of defense for their friend.
"What's your problem?" Kou gritted his teeth.
"Inoue, let him be. Let's go party," Emi whined to her new lover.
Ignoring Emi, Inoue sneered, "Are you sure you didn't stumble in here by mistake? Perhaps you guys wanted to go to The Fuller but came here by mistake?"
Akihito felt his blood boil and snapped, "Are you picking a fight here?"
The two girls, sensing something wrong and immediately mumbled excuses before disappearing from the group.
Inoue wasn't about to let this to rest. "Oh yeah, I am picking a fight. Somebody like you should know your place."
"And I supposed you are someone important?" Kou challenged.
Inoue's friend stepped forward and spoke angrily, "Watch your mouth! Inoue sama is the son of Inoue Daichi sama."
Akihito knew the transport minister Inoue Daichi. He even met the politician during an assignment who like his son, was a complete ass hole.
"Ah, that explains your behavior. No wonder you have lousy manners, you inherited your old man's fuck up attitude."
"You son of a bitch!" Inoue pushed Emi aside and grabbed Akihito's shirt. He readied his punch but as he was about to deliver his first blow, Toru grabbed Inoue's hand, gripping it tightly.
"What are you doing to Takaba sama?" Toru gripped his hand tighter before releasing it.
"Takaba sama?" Inoue asked, rubbing the spot where Toru had gripped earlier.
"What are you doing to Takaba sama?" Toru moved in front of Akihito as he repeated his question.
Inoue laughed. "Emi chan, your dirt poor friend knew somebody important," Inoue stopped laughing to stare at Toru. "Big FUCKING deal."
"I'll have to ask you to leave the club now," Toru said, still unnerved by Inoue's remarks.
Inoue laughed louder, earning a chorus laugh from his friends. Although the music in the club was still loud, the club patrons stopped dancing, too curious to find out what was happening.
"I don't give a damn who you are. Do you know who you're dealing with?" Inoue challenged.
Akihito pushed Toru aside. "Yes, you are the son of some politician, big FUCKING deal," Akihito repeated Inoue's earlier sarcasm.
"Ye—ah, You came here to party so did we. You cornered us first," Takato braved himself to speak up.
"Oh look, Emi chan, your dickhead friend finally spoke. I thought he didn't have the balls to even open his mouth," Inoue taunted.
Takato immediately zipped his mouth shut, obviously embarrassed by the remark.
"You bastard, go pick a fight elsewhere if you want," Kou marched forward to Inoue but Toru stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Inoue san, I advise that you best bring your friends and leave now. I won't be held responsible for you later if you stayed."
Inoue was not going to back down. He grabbed a bottle of bottle from the nearby table and slammed ii on the edge, breaking the bottle into half. "Oh yeah, what will do?"
Without warning, Inoue lunged forward with the broken bottle. Akihito did the unthinkable; he pushed Toru away, thinking they could both escape the attack. He was wrong; the sharp glass penetrated his skin before he could even out in shock.
"Takaba sama!" Toru knelt down at the sight of Akihito sitting on the floor, cradling his injured arm. Takato stood there somewhat frozen, staring as Kou applied pressure on the wound to stop the blood from oozing out.
Inoue seemed to be very pleased. "This is what happens if you cross me."
Toru stood up and in an instant of a heartbeat; he had his gun out and pointed at Inoue. The cockiness of the man was now gone as he stared at the gun between his eyes, panicked. The four men guarding the club surrounded them in an instant; all had their guns out and waiting orders.
"Th- this is all a misunderstanding," Inoue shouted as he held his arms in the air.
"No, it's not. Ando, round them up and take them to the store room," Toru directed one of the men.
Ando immediately stepped forward. Inoue and his party didn't resist when Ando led them to the back, the gun behind their heads obviously did the trick. "You bastard, you dare to lay your hands on the owner? You're asking for trouble."
Akihito might be in pain but he didn't miss that comment. "Owner?" Akihito gripped his arm as he stood up to face Toru.
"Owner?" Akihito raised his voice. "Toru, EXPLAIN!"
Toru sighed as he pocketed his gun. "It is like Ando said. This is your club, Takaba sama."
"That bastard! No wonder he smirked when I told him I was coming here." Akihito spewed. "You knew, didn't you?" Akihito accused.
"Yes, I was informed by Kirishima san about it."
"How many more are there?" Akihito asked, knowing Toru would understand his question.
Toru looked away. "I—I am not permitted to divulge the information, Takaba sama."
"FINE! I'll ask Asami myself. Take me home now," Akihito ordered.
"No, I have to bring you to the hospital first."
"If you think I'll…."
"Akihito, Toru's right. Please go to the hospital. I don't want anything to happen to you; I already feel bad for asking you to come here," Takato whispered, looking ashamed.
Takato was so ridden in guilt that Akihito was forced to agree to his requests. He strode outside club, ignoring dozens of eyes looking curiously at him.
The cuts were fortunately shallow, nevertheless, Akihito required a few stitches and a jab in case of infections. While Akihito was getting treatment in the doctor's room, Toru stood outside on the phone with his employer who sounded much too calm as he relayed the events at the club.
"I locked all the men in the store room. What are your orders Asami sama?"
"Keep them there. I'll deal with them later," Asami ordered.
"Asami sama, I deeply apologize for the event. I-,"
"Toru," Asami interrupted, cutting the guard off. "Report to me tomorrow morning at Sion."
The bodyguard's hands trembled as he pressed the end call button on the screen. Asami sama had made it clear that he would face the consequences if anything were to happen to Akihito. Toru turned to the wall and rested his head against it, trying to find courage. He thought he had everything under control, considering they were in Asami sama's territory. Who would have thought that bastard chose the very same night to appear at The Fixer?
Toru's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door sliding open. He fought to regain his composure quickly as Akihito walked out of the doctor's room with his right arm bandaged. It seemed Toru was too late in replacing his mask of stoicism as Akihito had caught a glimpse of him looking fairly miserable with his head against the wall.
"What did Asami say?" Akihito asked.
"Nothing Takaba sama, Asami sama told me to bring you back to the penthouse." Toru lied to the boy and Akihito sensing it, moved nearer to Toru. "Liar. You're in some trouble, am I right?"
When Toru remained quiet, Akihito turned to walk away. "Don't worry; I'll convince that bastard not to do anything to you."
Toru quickly followed behind Akihito. "No, Takaba sama. It's my fault that…"
Akihito stopped him, "No, I cut in. It should be my fault. I'll explain to Asami."
"I'd rather you didn't do that."
Akihito ignored Toru's request as he strode out of the hospital. "Speak of the devil," Akihito murmured.
Asami's limousine was parked right in front of the drive way. Akihito couldn't see Asami as the car was heavily tinted but he could feel the yakuza's eyes on him, very intensely. Without looking at his bodyguard, Akihito spoke, "Toru, please take my friends home. They're still at the club. I'll go with Asami."
Helpless, Toru could only nod his head as he watch Akihito slid in the limousine. Kirishima who closed the door of the limousine managed to give Toru a sympathetic look before entering the car.
Oh, shit. Toru cursed.
Asami was smoking. This cannot be good, Akihito mused as he sat as far as possible from the yakuza.
"Come closer," Asami instructed. Akihito complied only because the limousine was small, meaning he couldn't even run even if he wanted to.
Asami stubbed his cigarette and took Akihito's arm. "How many stitches?" He asked as he carefully inspected the bandage.
"Three."
Asami released his arm. "You shouldn't jump in front of Toru. He is a trained bodyguard; he could have dodged if he wanted too."
"I didn't think. You're not going to give him grief, are you?" Akihito moved closer to Asami.
The older man's silence infuriated Akihito. "Asami," he raised his voice, "This isn't Toru's fault!"
Asami smirked. "Defending him now? Barely a month ago, you were cursing Toru out for being a nuisance."
"I'm NOT! I just don't want him to be blamed for something he didn't do."
Again, Asami fell silent. Akihito shifted in his seat uncomfortably, knowing that the yakuza wasn't accepting his explanation. He opened his mouth again but Asami spoke first.
"Sit on my lap and I'll consider."
Sly bastard. Akihito thought as he climbed on his lap. "Satisfied, you pervert?"
Asami cupped the younger man's chin, forcing Akihito to look at him. "Yes, although one more name calling and I'll tie you to bed for the next 24 hours."
Perverted bastard! Akihito thought angrily. "So, now that you've got me on your lap, can we continue our conversation, Asami sama?"
Asami's lips curved into a smile at his lover's defiance. "Fine, but you owe me, Akihito. And let me remind you that people who owe me usually end up paying more than they can afford."
"Don't I know that.." Akihito sulked.
Asami traced his finger on Akihito's lips before kissing him. He slipped his hands to Akihito's lovely bottom and kneaded them gently.
Sensing he was in danger of being eaten alive, Akihito managed to pull away. "Stop! We're not done yet!"
"We're not?" Asami gave him an obscene look.
"You bastard. How many properties have you purchased and placed under my name?"
"I'll get Kirishima to provide you a list."
"Arg! That's not the point!" Akihito jabbed his finger at Asami's chest.
Asami caught his hand and rubbed the red lines on his wrists soothingly as though the marks still hurt. "And what is exactly the point?"
"I don't want it, Asami! I'm not your fucking mistress!"
"You accepted the 750,000 yen camera," Asami pointed out.
Akihito bit his lower lip. "That - that was different!"
"No, it's the same, Akihito. You accepted the camera, what's another gift?" Asami yanked him closer to kiss him again.
A shudder shot through Akihito's body. "You know, it's really unfair that you get to win in every argument," Akihito said when he managed to pull away.
"Negotiations are my specialty."
Akihito rolled his eyes. "You know what you have to buy next? A control button- you need to develop a control for your spending."
Asami said nothing. He held Akihito's face and kissed him again. Asami's tongue traced over Akihito's lips coaxingly and they parted naturally, allowing Asami to slide his tongue into the younger man's hot cavern.
The kisses sent Akihito mind reeling as he trembled in desire. He was so drowned in the kisses that he almost didn't hear the soft rap on the darkened panel that separated the driver's seat and the back. Kirishima knocked twice, signifying they have reached the penthouse.
Akihito quickly climbed off Asami and smothered his shirt. "I'll leave you here, Akihito. I have some urgent business to attend to."
"Ye-ah, whatever," Akihito muttered before slipping out of the car.
From the car, Asami saw his lover disappeared into the concierge. He unlocked the dark panel and spoke, "Kirishima, have you contacted Inoue Daichi?"
Kirishima looked at his boss through the rear mirror. "Yes, Asami sama."
Asami retrieved a cigarette and lit it. He smiled. "Good, call Toru. Ask him to head back to The Fixer once he has dropped Akihito's friends off."
Kirishima immediately made the call. "Toru is heading back now," Kirishima reported when he hung up.
"When are the firearms arriving from Moscow?" Asami asked as he took another drag of his cigarette.
"In three days, Asami sama," Kirishima replied. "Asami sama, we have yet to find a suitable place to store them."
"We're going to get one now. Suoh, head to The Fixer."
"Very well, Asami sama." The bulky bodyguard replied before driving the limousine away into the night.
Thank you for taking time to read this fiction! Reviews, comments and suggestions are welcomed!
A/N: This is the longest chapter I've written so far. If you spot any mistakes, please blame me. I probably missed it during proofing.
To Megan Nguyen, I'm sorry to hear about your grandma's demise. I lost mine last December too and I truly know how it painful it is. I'm very happy that my little fiction helps you to take your mind off your sadness; I hope this chapter will cheer you up too!