Hi everyone! I'm so sorry that it took me ages to update this. I finally managed to think of something to write for this chapter, all thanks to Chret who gave me wonderful ideas in the review box. Thank you! To Nbsiren, thanks for hiding the plot bunnies under my bed! Lol

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Akihito sat at the back seat of Asami's BMW as Toru sped through the highway to Mainichi Shinbun, a local news agency Akihito frequented to get jobs. He woke up later than usual with his back sore after Asami was done showing off his sexual prowess the night before. As he dragged himself off the bed to the shower, he made a mental note never to use the word 'old' to describe the yakuza ever again. He stood under the shower and almost wept when the warm water soothed his sore muscles, making him feel somewhat alive again.

He had an appointment with the editor at 11 and he could not afford to be late or that opportunity seeking leech Mitarai would steal his job again. So when Akihito was dressed and all ready to move, he wasn't the least surprised to discover that the keys to his Vespa were once again missing from his jeans pocket. He swung the front door open and found his taciturn bodyguard standing stiffly at the front door with a few car keys on his outstretched hands. Already running late, he couldn't be bothered and merely picked one nearest to him.

"Takaba sama?"

Akihito tore his gaze from the window to look at Toru. "Yeah?"

"I received your schedule from Kirishima san a moment ago. It stated that you'll be going to Sion with Asami sama tomorrow."

"That bastard!" Akihito muttered softly.

"Takaba sama?"

"Yeah, I'll be spending my entire day tomorrow with Asami, yippee," Akihito replied sarcastically.

Toru kept his attention to the front. He couldn't think of a reason why his master would agree to spend a day at Sion with the boss. "Are you doing some work at the headquarters tomorrow?"

"I lost in a bet with Asami." Akihito sulked.

Toru took a quick glance at the rear view mirror. His master sat at a corner, blushing furiously while pretending to enjoy the scenery outside. It wasn't hard for Toru to guess what sort of game his master had lost.

"Did he give you any grief about my injury?"

"No, Takaba sama."

Akihito noticed Toru's knuckles had turned white from gripping the steering wheel. "He did, didn't he?" It wasn't a question.

"No, Takaba sama." Toru repeated again.

"I'll speak to him again tonight—"

"Takaba sama, I'm not lying. Asami sama didn't give me any –," Toru paused for a while, thinking for a suitable word before replying, " – grief."

Akihito leaned forward and poked Toru's cheek with his fore finger. "You're not a good liar, Toru."

When Toru didn't reply, Akihito leaned back against the leather seat and spoke. "Well, at least he didn't hurt you."

Not physically, Toru thought but decided to best keep that to himself. The events the night before were still fresh in his mind; he recalled hearing how his heart beat pounded furiously as he gripped the gun in his shaking hands before pulling the trigger. Toru hardly slept thinking about it.

"Are you coming with me tomorrow since I'd be accompanied by the great Asami sama?"

"Yes, but I will be assisting Kirishima san in his work."

Akihito perked up. "Really?"

"Yes, there's no need for me since you'll be with Asami sama the entire day."

Akihito slumped back. "Don't remind me, Toru."

The ride took less than 20 minutes and by the time they reached, Akihito was actually reluctant to leave the car, considering it was bitching cold outside. "Wait here," Akihito ordered Toru as he hugged his coat tighter before hurrying out of the car and into the warmth of the building.

He murmured a few greetings along the way as he zipped through the crowd of people before finally reaching the third floor where the editor sat in his small desk at the end of the room. Documents piled up on his messy table, the editor had his back facing Akihito as he read through some articles.

"Takeda san, what do you have for me?" Akihito removed his coat and draped it on the chair.

The editor swirled his chair around. "Takaba! Woah, "Nice coat," Takeda commented when he caught a glimpse of Akihito's expensive Burberry trench coat.

"Please tell me that you have a job for me or I'll have to survive on instant noodles this week!"

Takeda snorted. "Please, sell the coat. You'll make a tidy profit out of it."

Akihito groaned as he pulled a chair and sat on it uninvited. "Come on, Takeda san. Someone gave this to me, all right?"

Takeda looked skeptical at Akihito's lame explanation but didn't comment any further. He put on his pair of spectacles. "Good news, you have a job. Bad news, it's rather complicated."

Akihito leaned closer, interested. "How so?"

Takeda rummaged through the pile of documents, dropping a few pieces on the floor in the process. He finally managed to pull a single sheet out from the pile and handed it over to Akihito. It was a print out from an anonymous e-mail.

"Received this yesterday, the anonymous person witnessed the son of Diet member Oda Kyouchi, Oda Kyousuke involved in a gang fight. I did my own digging and managed to locate the hospital but the security is tight. If we could just get a shot of him lying on the hospital bed, we'll have our story. This is a huge scoop Takaba; no other newspaper has this piece of information yet."

Akihito grabbed the piece of paper and scanned through the printed text.

"You get to write the story if you get the shots."

Akihito's eyes sparkled. "You serious?"

"I'm not bull shitting, Takaba. You get the shots, you write the story. If that story made front page, you'd be paid more than your usual, interested?" Takeda picked up the mug of coffee, took a sip and almost spitted it out when he realized it was cold.

Akihito grinned. "Are you kidding me? Of course I am!"

The editor pushed the mug away, disgusted. "Great, try to get it before print time."

"Takaba sama, I think you better consult with Asami sama before you proceed."

Akihito jumped upon hearing the familiar voice and glanced over his shoulders. "Toru! I thought I told you to wait in the car!

Takeda raised an eyebrow at the perfectly dressed gentleman. "Someone you know?"

The bodyguard bowed politely at Takeda. "I am Takaba sama's –

" – Assistant," Akihito interrupted. He stood up and stepped on Toru's shiny leather shoes, warning him not to talk any further. If Toru were in pain from Akihito's not so subtle warning, he didn't show.

"Assistant?" Takeda looked at Akihito in disbelief. "You have an assistant and you claim you're broke? You must be fucking kidding me. And which Asami is he talking about; the one and only Asami Ryuichi?"

"Of – of course not! I don't know Asami Ryuichi personally. This guy's a bit slow and he doesn't know what he's talking about."

Takeda didn't press further although he wasn't convinced with the explanation. "Look, it's nearly noon. You have about eight hours before we send the story for editing and printing. Get your ass moving."

Akihito patted his chest and turned to leave. "Leave it to me."

"Takaba?"

Akihito looked backwards. "Yeah?"

Takeda grinned. "Learn to dress like your assistant. He is better tailored than the boss."

Xx Business as Usual xX

"Toru! You nearly blew my cover back there!" Akihito grumbled as he slid into the BMW.

The bodyguard's face remained impassive as he drove away from the building. "I apologize, Takaba sama. I thought it would be better if we consult Asami sama before receiving the job."

"Asami doesn't run my life!" Akihito sulked. "I am in charge of it and I have a job to do!"

And I have my life to keep, Toru thought. "Where do you wish to go Takaba sama?"

"NTT Central Hospital.

Toru glanced at his master from the rear view mirror. "Takaba sama, I mean no offense but I don't think you would be able to accomplish your duties without making certain preparations."

Akihito sighed. "I guessed you're right. I can't just walk in with my camera; the bodyguards will kick my ass out of the hospital."

"If I may; let me assist you. Please give me an hour, I can formulate a plan and get things ready for you."

Thinking he had heard wrong, Akihito leaned forward and spoke, "Did you just say that you will help me?"

"Affirmative."

The photographer raised an enquiring brow at his guard. "Why are you so willing to help Toru? What's in it for you?"

Still expressionless, the guard kept his eyes on the road. "Asami sama texted me and ordered me to bring you home before 10 pm tonight."

Toru let his master spew a long list of profanities before continuing, "I won't disappoint you, Takaba sama. Please, let me help you."

Akihito sat back, bit his lower lip and weighed his options. He badly wanted to turn Toru's offer down but the thought of receiving a fat paycheck from the story was far too tempting than keeping his pride. Akihito gave an exasperated sigh. "All right, but don't interfere. I got a deadline to meet."

"Thank you, Takaba sama. Please wait at the penthouse, I will make the necessary preparations and return in an hour."

Xx Business as Usual xX

"TORU! What the hell is this?" Akihito frowned when he strode out of the bedroom.

As promised, Toru came back within the hour, informing all necessary arrangements had been made and pushed a small bag into Akihito's hands. Akihito was overjoyed when he saw the pristine white uniform of NTT Central Hospital and thought Toru was brilliant to think of going undercover at the hospital. He thought he was given a doctor's coat but as he pulled the soft fabric out of the bag, it was a one piece dress.

"A nurse uniform," Toru answered calmly as he adjusted his own tie and name tag.

Akihito jabbed a finger at Toru's chest. "Why do you get to wear the doctor's coat and I have to cross dress?"

Toru took a step backwards, bowed slightly. "I apologized for my incompetence, Takaba sama. I only managed to obtain a female nurse outfit and a coat."

Akihito placed his hands on his hips. "Why can't you be the nurse and I be the doctor?"

"I would not be able to fit into the uniform, Takaba sama." Toru helped Akihito fasten the button near his neck. "Besides, we will most likely be subjected to body search at the door. Dressing up as a woman would give you an added advantage; you can sneak your camera in without a fuss."

That hit the mark. It made perfect sense that Akihito should be wearing the female uniform since Toru is a few inches taller than him. Besides, the uniform wouldn't fit considering Toru is also slightly more muscular than Akihito. And Toru's argument was spot on; dressing as a female nurse would allow Akihito to literally sashay into the room.

Akihito looked at his bodyguard's handsome face and sighed in defeat. "Well, I guess you're right." Akihito tugged the dress uncomfortably the minute Toru finished his task.

"So, have you found out which room he's in?" Akihito asked.

"Yes," Toru answered as he turned to rummage through a small sports bag he had brought along. He pulled out a brown wig.

Akihito backed away. "No, Toru. I am absolutely not wearing that!"

Toru ignored Akihito's protests and merely adjusted the wig on him, fixing it properly before presenting a mirror to him.

"Toru, do I really have to wear this?" Akihito stared at his own image in dismay.

"It's part of the undercover. The wig helps to mask your masculine features, giving you a softer, more feminine touch."

Again, Akihito hated the fact the guard was once again right. The long wig matched the color of his eyes and when adjusted properly, it hid his sideburns and defined jaw line, leaving his face somehow more feminine. Between the uniform and wig, Akihito thought he looked somewhat passable as a female attendant.

"Ugh, the things I have to do for my job," Akihito grumbled. Thank god that perverted bastard is at work or I'll never live it down.

Toru checked his wrist watch. "Takaba sama, it's time."

Akihito looked at Toru. Nodding at him, he followed Toru out of the apartment.

In the car, Toru passed Akihito's name tag to him. Akihito took the offered security tag, amused with the name Toru had chosen for him. Aikawa Kaoru. "Does the magnetic strip on the tag work?"

"Yes, Takaba sama."

Impressed, Akihito turned to look at Toru from the passenger seat. Akihito insisted to sit in front and refused to be chauffeured like a boss to the hospital. "How did you get this?"

"I have my connections."

Akihito wanted to probe further but decided to let the matter rest until their undercover operation was completed. "So, what's the plan?"

"I have managed to locate Oda Kyousuke, he is currently warded on the sixth floor, under a false name: Satou Akira. There should be about three bodyguards; two standing guard at the door and one inside the room."

"How did you find out?"

"I have – "

Akihito waved his hand to cut his guard off. "- connections, I get it. So, what's next?"

Toru kept his eyes on the road. "The doctor and nurse usually make their rounds at about 3.30 in the evening—," Toru checked the time on the dash board before continuing, "– which is about 40 minutes from now. We'll go in pretense of checking him."

"What about the doctor and nurse on duty?"

"I'll try to rig their schedules."

Akihito looked at Toru in disbelief. "You actually know their identities, Toru?"

"Yes, Takaba sama."

"Were you previously a spy, Toru?"

"No, I was an army."

Akihito chuckled. "I suspected as much since you're always so rigid."

As Toru pulled into open car park, Akihito dared himself to look at the mirror one last time before stepping out of the car.

"Takaba sama."

Akihito turned behind to see his bodyguard analyzing him.

"You might want to adjust your gait. Don't stride, try to saunter."

"Ri—right," Akihito blushed as he attempted to walk slower. "Better now?"

Toru nodded. "Takaba sama?"

Akihito groaned. "What now?"

"For now, please call me sensei, I will refer you as Aikawa."

Akihito nearly forgot about that. Nodding his head, he allowed Toru to take the lead as he followed closely behind him into the hospital. The nurse uniform was uncomfortable, given it was tight, especially around his waistline. But everywhere else fitted perfectly, almost as it had been made for him. Pushing away the ridiculous thoughts, Akihito struggled to walk slowly, ignoring the cold wind seeping through his skirt. At least he didn't have to wear a bra or walk in high heels, Akihito consoled himself.

Akihito looked at Toru and was momentarily envious that his guard Toru was still as composed as ever. He walked confidently to the nurses' counter, flipping a few schedule charts open in the process. A few nurses swooned at him, attempting to make small talks at the new doctor on duty and Akihito, who suddenly felt self conscious of his appearance, quickly grabbed a clip board and held it close to his torso to conceal his flat chest.

Finally after endless minutes, Toru excused himself from the counter, checked his wrist watch; it read 3.20 pm. He nodded at Akihito and together they walked to the elevator. Toru immediately pushed the button to the sixth floor while Akihito leaned against the wall, trying to calm himself.

"Your camera, Takaba sama?"

Akihito forced a smile and patted the pockets on his skirt. "My mini camera is here, Egawa sensei"

Toru nodded. "We are in luck. The doctor on duty has been called for an operation. I have requested the sister to allow you to replace the nurse."

"So that's the reason why you were flirting at nurses' counter?"

Before Toru could reply, they heard the familiar 'ding' sound of the elevator, indicating they have arrived. Toru fixed his coat and adjusted the stethoscope before exiting the car, signaling Akihito to do the same.

The guard in disguise walked confidently along the corridors of the hospital, nodding at nurses who bowed at him as he moved along. Akihito followed quietly behind Toru, trying to avoid eye contacts with other nurses, fearing they would be able to notice that he was a male in disguise. He had to admire Toru's confidence in handling the situation; he was calm and composed throughout the entire undercover operation, something Akihito was struggling to achieve.

The photographer was glad that he took up Toru's offer as he didn't think he could pull this off on his own. Hugging the clip board tightly, he mentally rehearsed his plans again. Go into the room; snap his photo during Oda's eye checks because it is unlikely he'd be able to see properly during the examination. According to Toru, his eye sights were perfect but the guard would come up with an excuse for the examination anyway to give Akihito the opportunity.

"Good afternoon sensei, we would like to do a body search before you proceed."

Akihito was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't realize they were already at the front door of Oda Kyousuke's room. Two bodyguards in black sunglasses stood at the door, barring them from entering. Akihito couldn't think of a reason why anyone would wear sunglasses inside a building, especially in the middle of a cold November where sunlight is scarce.

"Of course," Toru replied and gracefully spread his arms.

"Where is the usual doctor?" The bodyguard asked as he patted Toru's jackets.

"Honda sensei was unfortunately called for an emergency operation," Toru answered.

Satisfied that Toru had nothing in his pockets saved for a few coins and pens, Oda's bodyguard stepped aside. He looked at Akihito momentarily before nodding at his partner.

"Thank you." Toru bowed slightly before entering the room. Akihito followed suit, avoiding eye contacts with the guards.

The private room, which resembled a hotel suite rather than a hospital room was larger than any Akihito had ever seen. In the middle of the room, Oda Kyousuke lay on the bed with his left leg suspended from a pole. There were metals sticking out from his heavily bandaged legs and apart from a few cuts and raw bruises on his face, he looked well.

"Finally, we have a beautiful nurse! I was getting sick of that old hag Honda brought in every time!" Oda's eyes gleamed at the sight of Akihito.

"Satou sama, I am Egawa and this is Aikawa. Honda sensei was unfortunately called to perform an emergency operation so we are here on his behalf," Toru bowed.

Really, couldn't his father come up with something more believable? Akihito thought as he tried to suppress a laugh at Oda's fake name; Satou is the most common Japanese surname in Japan.

"Whatever," Oda shrugged his shoulders, ignoring Toru. He turned his attention towards Akihito and smiled.

"Why don't you sit here with me?" Oda patted his bed.

Akihito looked at Toru, unsure if he should adhere to Oda's demands. Sensing his master's uncertainty, Toru quickly moved to Oda's bedside and put on his stethoscope.

"Satou sama, please excuse Aikawa. This is her first day here." Toru placed the flat surface of the stethoscope of Oda's chest.

"First day, Kaoru chan?" Oda teased.

Akihito realized Oda must have seen his name tag; he cleared his throat discreetly and spoke in a higher pitch, "Yes, Satou sama."

Obviously pleased with Akihito, he smacked Toru's hands away and said lustfully, "I want her to do it."

Toru who have not anticipated this turn of events, quickly stood in front of his master, blocking him from Oda's view. "Satou sama, Aikawa is new and incompetent. Please allow me to – "

"Move, you insignificant fool. I want Kaoru chan to perform the check," Oda growled. The bodyguard stationed in the room quickly stood up and pulled Toru away to a corner. The guard removed the stethoscope from Toru forcibly and pushed it into Akihito's hands.

Left with no choice, Akihito made his way slowly to the bed. Avoiding Oda's gaze on him, he positioned the stethoscope around his ears and leaned forward to place the cold metal on Oda's chest, pretending to listen to his heart beat. The photographer had no idea what he was supposed to do; he randomly placed the metal everywhere around his torso in pretense of checking Oda while in fact all he could hear was his own heart beat pounding.

Oda licked his lips and smiled. "You have small breasts but great ass," he rudely commented and sneaked a hand behind to grab Akihito's bottom roughly.

Asami had done this to him on numerous occasions and not once did he feel revolted by his touch as he did with Oda. He froze for a second and on reflex, slapped Oda's hands away. You perverted bastard, thought the photographer.

"I – I apologize for hitting you Satou sama but please do not do that again," Akihito whispered and pretended to write on the clip board. He turned to look at Toru who was standing at the corner with Oda's bodyguard. Akihito supposed years training in the army proved worthwhile as Toru still looked composed despite the turn of events.

"Sensei, I have completed the check but Satou sama's eyes look red. I fear there might be an infection," Akihito spoke softly.

"My eyes are red from looking at you, Kaoru chan."

Dickhead. Akihito refrained himself from retorting back at Oda's corny pick up line and focused on Toru instead. "Egawa sensei, I think it is better for you to check his eyes," Akihito hinted.

Toru nodded before turning to look at the guard. The guard looked at Oda briefly and stepped aside as soon as Oda gave his clearance.

Akihito was beginning to feel anxious; he couldn't think of a way to snap Oda's photo with his bodyguard scrutinizing their every move. He needed to think of something fast or he would have to kiss his photos and paycheck goodbye.

"My apologies, Satou sama. I forgot about my torch light. Aikawa, can you get one from the nurses' counter outside?"

Akihito blinked at Toru's request; he was pretty sure that Toru had one in his pocket. It took him a full three seconds to grasp Toru's intentions. He whispered, "Yes, Egawa sensei."

Oda took the bait. As Akihito turned to the door, Oda called, "Wait. She stays." He turned to his bodyguard and ordered, "You, get one from the counter!"

The bodyguard gave an uncertain look before stepping out to carry out his orders. Given the limited time window, Akihito knew they had to act fast as the bodyguard would return in a matter of seconds. Toru didn't disappoint; he pulled out his torchlight from his coat and muttered an apology at Oda for being careless.

Oda crossed his arms in displeasure but followed Toru's instructions to look up as he shined the light into Oda's eyes. Akihito had no time to hesitate; he quickly retrieved his mini camera from his front pockets, set it to burst mode and pressed the shutter. The mode would it enabled ten photographs to be captured in quick succession in a short time, allowing Akihito to select the best possible image later and as much as Akihito would love to capture Oda's image from another angle, he figured that he couldn't be too picky at the moment.

A few more shots he could get the hell out of here, Akihito thought impatiently. As the mini camera snapped its final shots of Oda, his bodyguard chose that particular moment to enter the room. Akihito tried to hide the camera but he was too late; the bulky guard had noticed it.

"HEY, what the hell are you doing?" The guard dropped the torch light and lunged at Akihito.

Akihito had no time to think. Slipping the camera back into his pockets, he ducked and ran towards the door. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Toru had flung the torch light at the guard, hitting him on his head. He took two strides to the guard and gave him a sharp elbow jab on his stomach where he fell on his knees, groaning in pain.

"STOP THEM!" Oda shouted when he realized what had happened.

Akihito didn't think he could make it out of the room without getting caught, considering the two guards at the door were like giants. He was about to push his way through when Toru pulled his arm and stood in front of him, blocking him from the two guards.

"Takaba sama, run," Toru whispered as he lunged forward to one of the guards.

No, he is not going to run like a coward. Akihito thought angrily as he moved to the other guard. The bulky guard caught hold of him and Akihito who was never trained in self defense, used the cliché, age old defense of bringing his knee up to the man's groin. The main clutched his privates as he fell on the floor with his knees clasped together, grunting in pain.

Akihito grinned, triumphed at his success. "Serves you right, bastard!" He turned to Toru who had just finished with the other guard. Bodyguard number two lay on the floor with a broken nose.

Asami was right, Toru is a trained guard. Akihito thought, awed by his bodyguard's superior fighting capabilities.

"Takaba sama, let's get out of here."

Akihito didn't need to be told twice. Toru led the way, pushing through the small crowd of nurses and doctors who had gathered to witness the commotion. By the time Akihito exited the hospital building, a wave of euphoria took over and ignoring stares from onlookers; he wriggled his butt and threw a victory fist in the air. He checked his watch: 4.15 pm. Plenty of time to write the story, Akihito grinned.

Feeling victorious, he whistled all the way back to the penthouse, congratulating Toru for the job well done.

"Thanks Toru, I couldn't have done this without you. You make a good side kick," Akihito said upon reaching the penthouse. He turned around and held out his hand.

The guard looked surprised before managing what Akihito considered a smile. "It's my pleasure, Takaba sama,' Toru said as he reached out his hand.

By the time Asami got home at 10pm, Akihito had already sent the photos and story to Takeda san. His editor was extremely pleased with the story and was curious how Akihito could have taken such beautiful shots in the room. He pressured Akihito to share but not even a raise in allowances could force him to divulge such sensitive information.

Akihito had also taken the liberty to pack the uniform into a large trash bag and went as far as the train station to dump the garment away, not trusting the garbage bins located outside the posh apartment as he knew that the offensive garment might find its way back to Asami.

Akihito greeted Asami the minute he entered; taking his briefcase and coat without a fuss. He placed the briefcase on the coffee table and proceeded to the bedroom to hang his coat, all the while smiling at the thought of reading his story on tomorrow's morning edition of Mainichi Shimbun.

"Something good happened?"

Akihito whirled around to see his lover leaning against the door, hands crossed across his chest.

"Hn! What makes you think so?" Akihito tried to sound indignant but failed miserably. He couldn't contain his happiness; he wished he could blab it out but the thought of letting Asami know that he cross dressed as a nurse to get the story had his lips sealed tight.

"You didn't even snarl today," Asami lifted Akihito's chin, forcing the younger man to look at him.

Akihito couldn't think of a smart answer so he quickly brushed Asami's hands away and walked out of the bedroom. Damn Asami, why is he so sharp?

"Akihito," the yakuza called.

Akihito halted his steps.

"Don't forget you're coming to Sion with me tomorrow."

Akihito turned around to face the yakuza. "Bastard, I didn't lose!"

Asami unbuttoned his black vest before loosening his tie. "You lost consciousness after the second round." He pointed out.

The photographer blushed. "I wasn't a willing participant! I won't concede defeat and I am not going! You hear me, Asami?"

Asami slipped his hands into his pockets to retrieve his phone. "Then, I am sure Takeda san would be very interested to see these photos."

Akihito froze on his spot. His eyes darted to the device Asami was holding and began to flush in embarrassment as he stared at his own image on the phone. It was him in his nurse outfit and wig.

"What about this?" Asami pressed a few buttons on his phone before showing it to Akihito again. "I won't lie, Akihito; this is my favorite so far."

Akihito's eyes widened as Asami played a video of him in his nurse uniform wriggling his butt and throwing a victory fist in the air. If Akihito thought he was embarrassed two weeks ago when Kou and Takato found out that he owned Marukoshi, this was mortifying beyond words; the mother of all embarrassments.

"Wh – where did you get this?" Akihito tried to snatch the phone but his lover was quick to slide it back into his dress pants.

Asami chuckled, enjoying Akihito's reaction immensely. He looked like a kitten trying to catch a fur ball. "I have my connections."

That sounds familiar. "Toru," Akihito gritted his teeth. He should have known that his bodyguard was the culprit. "That traitor," Akihito hissed. "Toru acted on your orders, didn't he?"

Asami merely smiled.

"The hospital belongs to you, right?" It wasn't a question.

"One thing I like about you, Akihito is you're not dumb."

"Damn, I should have thought about it. Now it all makes sense how Toru managed to unearth name tags, staff information and uniform – "

Akihito paused when the reality finally set in. He took two menacing strides to Asami and grabbed the older man's collar. "The uniform; it was on purpose! Arg!" Akihito nearly screamed, "You could have gotten two male uniforms! Instead you purposely made me put on that silly dress and wig!"

"Of course, did you think Toru would dare to make you wear a nurse outfit without my permission?"

"Did anyone ever tell you that you're sick?"

Asami placed an arm around Akihito's slender waist and pulled him closer. "No, no one ever dares to."

Akihito tried to shove the yakuza away but Asami's iron grip kept him in place. The yakuza then silenced Akihito by kissing him roughly, forcing the younger man's lips to part before deepening their kiss. Asami pulled back momentarily only to push the boy onto the bed before claiming his mouth again.

"You're mine, Akihito." Asami gazed fiercely at the boy beneath him.

Akihito's eyes fired up. "I'm not your property!"

Still on top of Akihito, Asami trailed his lips from Akihito's throat to his nape, as his hands slipped downwards. "I don't share Akihito, you better remember that." He warned.

"Huh? Are you implying that I'm some sort of promiscuous – nngh!" Akihito could hardly finish his sentence as he began to drown under Asami's touches. Lost in the pleasures, he raised his hands to Asami's back and surrendered himself completely.

A few hours later, Asami left his lover sprawled on the bed, exhausted and spent. He walked to the sitting area in the room with his phone and dialed Toru's number.

"Asami sama," Toru answered on the first ring.

"Progress?" Asami spoke quietly.

"According to the records, Oda Kyousuke will be discharged tomorrow at noon. Suoh san has tracked down the group responsible for putting him in the hospital and made necessary arrangements with them."

"Good, you're joining the hunt tomorrow. Toru, break both his hands. Are we clear?"

"Understood, Asami sama."

Asami ended the call and dumped the phone on the bedside table. He stared at Akihito; the boy slept soundlessly with his mouth slightly opened and the sight of his boy lying on his bed so seductively made him hard again. Akihito is about to get a very rude wake-up call, Asami thought as he slid back into the bed.

A/N: I received a few requests asking me to write lime/lemon scenes. I sincerely apologize for unable to comply to the requests as I am lousy at writing lemons. I'll leave that to the fabulous M-section authors to do it!

Thank you for reading! The next chapter won't take that long, I promise!