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The unused store room was cold as a grave, lit by a single bulb in the middle of the room that blinked on and off. The room was windowless; that meant Akihito couldn't escape even if he wanted to. He crawled to the door, a hand pressing firmly on his stomach while the other stretching out, reaching for the door knob. Blood trickled down his face, covering a part of his eyes. He brushed it off but the blood wouldn't stop flowing.
A little more Akihito, he told himself. Just when he finally reached the door knob, the door creaked open and Akihito found himself staring at the faces of Fukada and Kawamura. He forced himself on his feet and tried to escape the room by pushing the men away but they were quicker. A kick in the stomach and a hard punch on his face had him falling back on the cold hard floor.
"Where do you think you're going, Takaba Akihito?"
How did he know my name? Akihito thought as he backed away from the men.
Fukada's eyes gleamed as took a knife from Kawamura's hands. He crouched next to him, trailed the long knife on his torso before finally stabbing him on his stomach.
Pain was everywhere, radiating through Akihito in overwhelming waves as he clutched his own stomach, trying to stop the blood from oozing out. Asami, please help me.
"Stop, please stop!" Akihito begged.
The traitorous men ignored his pleas. Kawamura knelt beside him and smiled. The former employee of Sion took the blood soaked knife from Fukada, raised his hand and gleamed. "We cannot let you go – alive. You must die!"
His own screams woke him. Drenched in cold sweat, Akihito sat up from the warm bed and fought for breath. It was bitching cold outside, considering it had already entered the final month of the year but in the bedroom he and Asami shared, it was warm. He shuddered as he placed a hand over his face, trying to stop his heart from beating erratically.
God, the dreams; how many nights have it been; ten? Since the incident in Sion, Akihito had trouble falling asleep. Even when he finally did, the same dream chased him and he either clawed out of the nightmare or screamed himself awake. The first time it happened, Asami was out, seeing to his night clubs. As he screamed himself awake, Toru barged into the room with a gun in his hand, thinking someone had intruded the penthouse. Akihito assured his bodyguard that he was all right and made him promise never to inform Asami; though he doubted that Toru ever abide to his requests because since that incident, Asami always stayed home with him.
"What's wrong?"
Akihito turned to Asami and whispered, "Nothing, just a dream."
Akihito was grateful that the room was dark; he didn't think he could mask the terror on his face when he literally clawed himself out of the nightmare. Despite the darkness, Akihito could feel Asami's golden eyes gazing intently at him.
"What were the dreams about?"
"That I got pregnant with your child and was forced to go into labor," Akihito tried his best to joke.
"Akihito."
Akihito recognized the slight growl in Asami's voice, a warning sign that the yakuza was in no mood for games. He tunneled his fingers through his hair and took two deep breaths to control his raging heartbeat before replying, "It has always been the same dream."
"Fukada and Kawamura?" Asami sat up.
Finally gotten used to the darkness, Akihito could somehow make out Asami's silhouette. His torso is as impressive as ever and it amazed him how much he wanted to run his fingers on it every time Asami takes off his shirt.
"It always begins in this unused store room in Sion and ends with Fukada and Kawamura each stabbing me with a long knife. The pain was –" Akihito shuddered.
Asami pulled the boy to him and ran his lean fingers through Akihito's hair. Those bastards, he should never acquiesce to Akihito's wishes; he should have sliced their bellies open just as he did with Satoshi.
Akihito allowed himself to be pulled into his strong embrace and even felt oddly comfortable when the older man pet him like a child. This was the second time it happened; the first being after Asami rescued him from Hong Kong. Plague by the dreams of the Russian guy shooting him with a gun, Akihito was nearly drowned and spent sleepless nights in Bali Island until Asami offered him a solution.
I'll overwrite all of that; everything that has ever happened in Hong Kong. All you have to do is trust only me, Asami had said as he closed his fingers around Akihito's neck.
And Akihito willingly surrendered himself, begging Asami to fuck him hard so that he would remember nothing but the memories of being held in the yakuza's arms. It was embarrassing, thought Akihito as he remembered begging Asami for more, expressing his desire to be ravished.
"Ah, this is so stupid," Akihito said and pulled away from Asami.
"Where are you going?"
"I'll tweak some photos in the other room. You go back to sleep."
Before he could move further, Asami grabbed his arm and yanked him back to the bed, caging the younger man beneath him. He pushed Akihito's hands above his head, securing him firmly while his other hand trailed the photographer's neck and slowly moved downwards to the waistband of his boxer shorts.
"What the hell, Asami?" Akihito tried to wriggle away but as usual, his lover had a strong grip.
Asami nibbled his lover's ear. "Since you're already awake, why don't we pick up where we left off earlier?"
Akihito turned his head to the right to stop Asami from licking his ear lobe. "Q—quit it, you pervert! We've gone through two rounds already!"
His lover replied by nuzzling his neck. "That's why it's perfect. You're still loose and warm from the previous session." To prove his point, Asami slipped his finger into Akihito.
Akihito's breath hitched. "You perverted bastard. How can you have so much stamina?"
Asami smiled. "You're young, Akihito. You should have more stamina than I do," the yakuza drawled before proceeding to silence his young lover with a searing kiss.
By the time Akihito woke up, it was already nearly eleven in the morning. The bed was cold, meaning Asami had woken up much earlier and left for work. He groaned at the sharp pain on his lower back and cursed the yakuza for his endless stamina. Dragging himself off the bed, he stepped into bathroom for a quick shower before putting on his sweater and shorts, shivering at the cold.
He hadn't left the apartment for two weeks after the incident at Sion. It wasn't intentional on his part; he hadn't been getting jobs due to the year-end holiday season. Besides, his body was bruised all over. Even after the stitches on his forehead were removed, the bruises took its time to heal, changing colors from dark green to blue black, fading into yellowish of some sort before returning back to his normal skin color.
He padded out of the room, expecting to see Toru in his usual chair by the corner, reading the newspaper. He halted when he saw Asami sitting on the couch with a lap top on his lap, scanning stock market and sipping a steaming cup of coffee. As expected of a loyal secretary, Kirishima stood next to Asami.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were at work?" Akihito asked as he slumped on the couch.
Asami didn't reply to the question. He took some reports from Kirishima, scanned them through before passing them back to the secretary. "Tell them to go ahead with the project as planned. Reschedule my meetings; I'll leave you in charge of Sion today."
"Very well, Asami sama. Suoh is already waiting at the basement with the car, as per orders." The secretary bowed before leaving the penthouse.
"You're not going to Sion today?" The photographer asked again.
Asami placed the cup of coffee on the table and did the same to his lap top. He turned to his lover. "No, we're going out."
Akihito stared at Asami and thought he had heard something ridiculous. "Going out? We?"
Asami smirked. "You have been staying in the penthouse for nearly two weeks. As much as I like you playing housewife, you can't hibernate here through winter."
"I'm NOT your housewife!" Akihito jumped up from his seat. "And is it really all right to leave Sion to Kirishima for a day?"
Asami raised an eyebrow. "Of course; if I were the emperor, Kirishima would be the army general. He is relentless in getting the job done."
Akihito grinned, completely forgotten about the housewife remark. "I can imagine."
"Get dressed, we're going out."
Akihito fumed at being ordered but complied nonetheless. He thought of getting out of the penthouse for some shopping anyway. He finally received his paycheck yesterday for his scoops. His eyes nearly popped out when he saw the amount; his editor, Takeda gave him a small bonus after both stories managed to top the newspaper circulations for two consecutive days.
Christmas was approaching too and his two best friends had nagged him endlessly that they wanted an exchanged present party on Christmas Day. Akihito found it difficult to say no to Kou and Takato, especially after the duo threatened to send naked photos of him to Asami during an onsen trip a few years ago.
So, after donning his favorite pair of torn jeans and shirt, he put on a sweater before grabbing his black Burberry coat Asami had gifted him and walked out to meet his lover. Toru was waiting by the front door to escort them to the basement where the car was waiting. As they slid into the back of the limo, Akihito eyed his lover curiously. "Where are we going?"
Asami curved a smile. "You'll know when we get there."
Knowing it would be pointless to probe further, Akihito changed his question, "Asami, you said you'll take one property off the list. Which is it?"
Asami smiled in response.
Akihito narrowed his eyes into slits. "You didn't, did you?"
"I did. Kirishima informed me that it has been finalized."
Akihito looked at his lover skeptically but decided to take his word for it. He leaned back against the leather seat and crossed his arms. "So, which one is it? Marukoshi or The Fixer?"
"Neither."
Akihito nearly sprang up from his seat. "WHAT? You told me that you'd – "
"I did," Asami interrupted, "I asked Kirishima to revert the name of an apartment in Roppongi Hills to mine."
The photographer's jaw dropped. He scooted nearer to Asami and straddled him. "Are you crazy? You bought me an apartment, when was this?" Akihito asked as he grabbed the older man's tie.
Asami responded by placing his hands around Akihito's waist. "Before you moved in with me."
Akihito released his tie and held his hand up, closing his fingers one by one as he struggled to remember the dates.
"That's about two years ago!" Akihito gasped.
Enjoying the boy on his lap, Asami trailed his finger down to his pert ass and gave it a squeeze. "It's only natural that I take the apartment back since you already have a place to stay."
"Sly bastard."
"Akihito,if you don't want another round in the limo, you better stop calling me names and if you continue to sit on my lap, I won't be held responsible for what happens next."
It was then Akihito realized that he had actually climbed onto Asami's lap. He cursed himself for his own stupidity and quickly got off before the older man changed his mind. He looked away in embarrassment as he felt Asami amused gaze on him.
When Akihito stepped out of the limo ten minutes later, he found himself on the third street of Ginza shopping district. He turned to Asami, "What the hell are we doing here?"
"Buying a phone; you need one since you lost yours in Sion." replied the yakuza. He nudged the boy into a fancy electronic boutique, ignoring his protests about his preference to shop at the electronic district Akihabara instead.
Ten minutes ago
Suoh was driving the limo with Toru accompanying him in the passenger seat. A while ago, Akihito had burst out at the back of the limo and though they could not see what was happening, it wasn't difficult to guess that Asami had once again, successfully riled up the boy.
"Toru," Suoh began. "Did Kirishima call you after the Sion incident?"
Toru focused his eyes on the road. "Yes, Suoh san."
"Did he tell you what happened to Satoshi?" The bulky bodyguard asked.
Toru froze. "Yes, Kirishima san informed me."
Suoh managed a thin smile. "The boss is getting more extreme by the day, especially when it concerns Takaba sama."
Toru could only nod in agreement. Hadn't he experienced it? Asami threw a gun at him and asked him to end his own life after the episode at The Fixer; he wasn't sure he could get pass that fear even till today.
"I am telling you, Toru. Keep your eyes on him. I really do not want to take part in another torture process. A bullet to the head used to be Asami sama's style but whenever Takaba sama is involved; he is – " Suoh cut off, unsure what to label his boss's erratic behavior.
Toru turned to Suoh, sympathized. Kirishima called him the day after the Sion incident and told him that Satoshi's punishment had been the sepukku; only instead of having a kaishakunin, an appointed attendant to behead him, the former architect bled to death.
"I understand, Suoh san."
Suoh glanced at Toru. "You're fortunate that Takaba sama is fond of you. I know you had grown attached to him too but don't be too complacent about it. Asami sama wouldn't hesitate throwing a gun at you if anything happens to the boy."
"Though I have to give you some credits," Suoh smiled a little. "No one handles Takaba sama like the way you do. You're good."
Toru managed a nervous smile. "Thank you for your invaluable advice, Suoh san. I will keep it in mind."
Suoh slowed down and parked the limousine at the busy street of Ginza. "I'd hate to see you go, Toru. You're sharp and intelligent. I believed you would have been one of Asami sama's personal bodyguards if it weren't for Takaba sama." Suoh pulled the hand breaks. He gave Toru a friendly punch on the shoulder before exiting the car.
Toru snapped out of his thoughts and quickly did the same.
What kind of store is this? Akihito thought the minute he stepped into the posh boutique. At first glance, the store looked like any other cell phone stores. When he entered however, the store resembled a jewelry shop as most of the cell phones were displayed in glass boxes and there were at least three armed security guards in the store.
"Asami sama, welcome." A man dressed in tuxedo greeted.
Akihito thought the man looked more like a butler than a store manager but refrained himself from commenting. They were immediately shown into a small luxurious room where a couch with red and gold upholstery greeted them. Akihito was astounded with the over-the-top treatment. So, even when he shops, Asami Ryuichi is a league of his own.
"What kind of store is this, Asami?" Akihito whispered as he sat next to the yakuza.
"A place for you to buy phone," the yakuza answered calmly.
Akihito looked around. "It doesn't look like one."
The man in tuxedo appeared again, this time carrying a tray. He placed the tray on the table.
At one glance at the tray, Akihito knew why it didn't resemble the usual electronic shops he frequents in Akihabara. The store sells cell phones of a variety of models but every piece is encrusted with diamonds- real diamonds.
Akihito turned to Asami, flabbergasted. "Asami, you—you're not asking me to get this, are you? I can't even afford it!"
"You're not buying, I am." The yakuza calmly took a sleek cell phone with diamonds embedded around it. He placed it on Akihito's hands.
Akihito shook his head and pushed the phone back to Asami. "No, are you insane? I want a normal phone! And I don't need you to get it for me!"
Asami ignored Akihito and took another phone from the manager's gloved hands.
"Asami sama, this phone is nicknamed the black beauty. As you can see, the home button of the phone is made by black diamonds. It is simple, elegant and the gems are extremely rare."
"I'll take this." Asami flashed his card to the manager.
"Certainly, Asami sama! If you would wait for a moment, I will have it wrapped!" The manager replied enthusiastically.
Akihito waited until they were alone before bursting out. "Have you lost your fucking mind? I don't need it!"
Asami sipped his tea. "You lost your phone in Sion; I should at least compensate it."
"But I don't need a diamond encrusted phone! What if I lose it?" Akihito argued.
"Then, we'll get another one."
The photographer stared at Asami in disbelief. "You have some loose screws in your head. I am NOT going to use it; did you hear me, Asami?"
"Stop shouting, Akihito and you will use it." Asami shot his lover a warning sign.
Akihito opened his mouth to retort but Asami's phone chose that very moment to ring. Like a child, Asami had his hand raised, silencing him as he answered the phone.
"Asami sama?" Kirishima's voice rang out. "We have a problem with the supply from China. I inspected the heroin and some of the packets were laced with white powder. What are your orders, sir?"
Not wanting his lover to hear the conversation, Asami stood up and walked to the corner. "Contact our business associate in China. Have them fly here immediately; there will be hell to pay if they think they could cheat me."
"Sir," Kirishima's voice hesitated. "The boss of the Tung Shing will not deal with me; not to mention my Mandarin is still at an embarrassing level."
"I will speak to him. Get the things ready; I'll be arriving shortly."
Asami ended the call and turned to look at his lover, who was staring at him suspiciously.
"What's wrong?" the boy asked innocently, anger forgotten.
"Business," Asami replied as he signaled for Suoh and Toru.
"Suoh, get the car ready," Asami instructed the moment the bulky guard entered the room. He turned his attention to Toru, "I'll leave Akihito here with you. Suoh will pick you up at six."
Toru bowed. "Yes, Asami sama."
The manager hurried in with a fancy bag and Asami's credit card which the yakuza signed the slip without looking. He kept the card and ordered the bag to be passed to Toru.
Asami turned his attention to his young lover. He cupped Akihito's chin and stared into his hazel eyes. "Be good, Akihito. Try not to get into trouble."
The younger man blushed and averted his eyes to his left. "I – I'm not a kid."
Satisfied with his lover's reaction, Asami gave an affectionate pat on his head before walking towards the door. As he passed Toru near the door, he halted his steps. Without even looking at the guard, he spoke in a low voice, "Toru, keep your eyes on him. Clear?"
The yakuza's tone was cool and calm but Toru could sense a hint of warning. He bowed, signifying that he understood and didn't straighten his body until Asami walked out of the door.
The moment the crime lord stepped out, Akihito wasted no time to escape. "Toru, let's get out of here," he said, pulling the bodyguard out of the room.
He heard the manager bade him goodbye and was even surprised that the manager actually knew his name. Akihito waited till they were out of the store before turning to Toru and scowled. "That employer of yours needs to get his head checked!"
Toru's expression remained impassive. "Takaba sama, I suggest you personally convey that message to Asami sama."
Akihito glared at his guard. "I forgot you're allies with him."
Toru actually looked guilty for a moment. "Takaba sama, I apologize. I – "
Akihito gave Toru a friendly punch and grinned. "Hey, I was merely pulling your leg. I understand who you report to everyday."
The guard bowed. "Thank you, Takaba sama."
Akihito laughed, "At least I get to elicit a response from you! You always wear the same look, I was wondering if years in the army did that to you. How many years did you serve the army anyway?"
"Nearly five, Takaba sama," the guard replied.
Akihito whistled as he continued walking down Ginza. "Five years! That explains why you're always so rigid. Why did you quit?"
"I was recruited."
"By Asami?" Akihito stopped at a CD shop. He remembered Kou was complaining about wanting to get Setsuna's Concert DVD. Since he's a fan himself, Akihito thought he would get it for Kou but loan it from him later.
"Yes, Takaba sama."
Akihito stood at the entrance of the shop. "Toru, stop calling me Takaba sama. You're older, aren't you? Call me Akihito."
Toru's eyes widened a little, as though as he had heard something shocking. "No, I cannot do that, Takaba sama. Asami sama –"
" – doesn't have to know about it," Akihito finished for the guard. He entered the shop, went straight to the section and grabbed the DVD. He winced at the price tag. 6,200¥ for a freaking DVD?
"No, Takaba sama. I don't think I can do that, I'm sorry." Toru followed Akihito to the cashier.
"Like I've told you before, you're no fun, Toru." Akihito sulked as he fished out a ten thousand yen note.
Toru remained silent as he followed the photographer out of the shop. He didn't even have to consider Akihito's request; he knew his boss wouldn't appreciate the fact that they were on first name basis.
"So, how were you selected to be my guard? Did Asami give you some sort of task to test your capabilities?" Akihito strolled along the street before stopping at an apparel store. He stared at the t-shirt on the mannequin and thought that it literally screamed Takato's style. He stepped inside and requested for the shirt.
"No, but the selection was a long and tedious process," Toru answered as he looked around for any suspicious individuals and was relieved that no one seemed out of the ordinary.
Akihito took the shirt from the sales girl and placed it on the counter. While waiting for the item to be wrapped, he looked at his guard curiously. "Really? What did you have to do?"
"A number of things."
Akihito thanked the lady behind the counter and took the offered bag. He didn't argue when Toru took the bag from his hand. "What sort of things?" Akihito was beyond curious now.
"There were a few rounds but when I reach the last round, I had to spar with Asami sama."
Akihito stopped in the middle of the street to look at Toru; his jaw literally dropped. "You had to fight with Asami? Who won?"
"Asami sama," Toru replied.
Akihito wasn't the least surprised with the answer. "Does he do that to every new guard he hires?" Akihito continued walking again.
"I do not think so, Takaba sama. I am told that only guards hired to protect you will have to go through stringent process," Toru replied.
Akihito stood there, astounded. It never crossed his mind that Asami would put so much effort for his sake. Now that he thought about it, Asami had always protected him. He rescued him from Hong Kong and spent ridiculous amount of money for the fireworks just because he missed the show. And what about the times that he bought you the camera just because you broke one? Or when he allows you to do whatever you fancy because you wanted a scoop?
For two years he had lived with the older man, Akihito lost count how many times he recalled Asami pampering him, though he might be a little extreme in showing it. For the first time in years, Akihito felt guilty. He checked his wallet and felt obligated to at least get Asami a gift or he'd look like an ungrateful brat.
He scanned around and noticed an expensive looking boutique at the end of the street. He recognized the name; it shared the same label as his coat. He quickly checked his wrist watch; thirty minutes to go before six. He jogged to the store, hoping to grab something suitable before Suoh arrives to pick them up.
The gentleman who opened the door scrutinized him from head to toe. His body language and the expression of utter disdain made Akihito felt extremely self conscious about his appearance. Although he had his best coat on, apparently it wasn't classy enough to shop in the expensive boutique.
Akihito struggled to remain indifferent as he walked around the store, looking for something suitable. He was hoping for some assistance, since he was a little overwhelmed by the selection the boutique had to offer but none of the sales assistants came forward. All were to busy whispering behind the counter, pointing rudely at his torn jeans and shoes. Akihito had never felt so embarrassed and underdressed. He thought he looked all right since the sweater and coat he had on him were Asami's pick.
Toru was right behind and unlike Akihito, he enjoyed a different treatment since he was in his suit.
Akihito tried his best to ignore the rude stares as he continued looking around. The items were ridiculously expensive and they were out of his pay grade. He was about to give up when he noticed the rack of ties hung neatly next to the men's coat. He checked the price and realized it was the only item he could afford. Randomly picking one he thought would suit the yakuza best, Akihito took it to the counter.
"Sir, are you sure you wished to purchase this?" The lady at the counter sneered. Her two friends smirked at her response.
Akihito looked at the lady, momentarily puzzled. "Huh? Yes, I do."
The lady arched a razor thin brow. "Sir, please check the price tag. It has an extra zero; it's 25,000¥, not 2,500¥."
That bitch. Akihito thought angrily. He isn't usually a vengeful person but right now he felt that these bitches needed to be taught a lesson. Seriously riled, he signaled Toru over.
"Yes, Takaba sama?"
The three women behind the counter looked confused; they exchanged worried glance with one another, wondering the relationship between the perfectly dressed gentleman and the boy in torn jeans.
"Can you use my phone to call Asami? I need to know what time he's sending Suoh to pick us up," Akihito said as authoritative as possible.
If Toru was surprised by Akihito's bizarre request, he didn't show. He retrieved the new phone Asami had bought earlier and presented it to the photographer.
All three women had their jaws dropped when they saw the exclusive phone.
Satisfied with their response, Akihito was about to press the buttons on the phone when he suddenly realized that he hadn't inserted his SIM card. He nearly groaned and was about to come out with some lame excuse when Suoh stepped into the boutique.
"Takaba sama, it's time. Asami sama is waiting for you at Sion," Suoh bowed.
By now, all the sales personnel in the boutique stood rooted on the spot, sheet paled with the turn of events. It was Toru who broke the silence.
"Miss, if you do not mind, my master is in a hurry."
The lady who sneered snapped to attention. "Yes, yes of course, sir," she muttered and looked ill. She quickly punched in the item and accepted the cash from Akihito's hands while her other friend gift wrapped the tie before passing it to Akihito.
Toru accepted the package and stood aside to allow Akihito to exit the boutique. Akihito couldn't resist teasing further; he managed to give the paled women one last satisfied grin before exiting the boutique.
"That serves them right," Akihito said when he climbed into the BMW.
"Yes, they were over the line." Toru agreed and thought that the entire team would have to say goodbye to their jobs when he reports to the boss later.
"What's with their attitude? Did you see how they sneer at my torn jeans?" Akihito crossed his arms.
Toru kept quiet, knowing his master needed to spew out his anger. It was pointless trying to calm Akihito when he is angry. By the time they reached the club, Akihito was still fuming.
"Is the club closed today?" Akihito asked, surprised by the emptiness. Usually, there would be a long line in front of the main entrance, rain or shine. Today was unusually quiet.
Toru shrugged his shoulders in response. "I was not informed, Takaba sama."
The guard at the door bowed at them before leading them inside. There wasn't a single patron in the club as Akihito walked in. The lights were dimmed, the music was on, the bartenders were in place, the stage had been set but the club remained empty. Akihito scanned around the club and saw Asami sitting at the VIP seat near the stage, sipping his whiskey.
"Did you close the club today?" Akihito asked as he took his seat next to Asami.
The crime lord swirled his brandy. "Did you enjoy your shopping?"
"Yeah," Akihito took off his coat and draped it on the couch. "Don't change the topic, Asami. Did you close the club today?"
Asami placed the glass on the table. "I did."
Akihito eyed his lover curiously. "Why?"
"You'll see," the yakuza replied and took Akihito's chin in his hand, rubbing his thumb over it affectionately.
The photographer blushed and tried to turn away from the older man's gaze but Asami's grip was firm. He leaned over to kiss him. Never fond of public affections, Akihito tried to push the older man away, knowing that there were at least a dozen pair of eyes on them right now but the yakuza fisted a hand in his hair to deepen the kiss, holding him in place.
When he finally pulled away later, Akihito was breathless and beyond embarrassed. Fortunately, the lights were dimmed and he could somehow cover his bright red cheeks.
"You pervert! Can't you – "
"Shh," Asami hushed and placed his hand on Akihito's.
The music suddenly started and Akihito thought that the drum beat sounded way too familiar. He diverted his attention to the stage and almost stopped breathing at the sight before him. His favorite band, Setsuna was on stage, performing live in front of him!
Star struck; Akihito couldn't believe his eyes! Just last month, Kou and Takato were talking about going to Setsuna's concert in Tokyo tickets soared to a record breaking price and with all three broke; they couldn't even afford to buy a single ticket with their savings combined. Akihito was bummed about it and spent a few days browsing through the Internet, trying to console himself that he would be satisfied with the concert DVD.
"Asami, what – how?" Akihito stared at the yakuza, dumbfounded.
Asami gave one of his most infuriating smirks. "You like them, don't you? Since you can't go to their concert, you can watch them perform here."
"But—but how did you know that we planned to go to his concert? I didn't mention –" Akihito halted for a moment. "Toru," he gritted his teeth. He was there when they were discussing about the concert.
"Akihito, the band is seriously going to be disappointed to know that their biggest fan is not paying attention to them." Asami said, without looking at the photographer.
Asami was right; whatever questions can be answered later. He focused his attention back to the band in front of him. God, they ARE awesome! Just wait till Takato and Kou finds out about this!
An hour and a half later, the band finally bowed and called it a night. Akihito was literally on his feet, clapping and cheering when they took their bow. The lead singer, Taiga jumped off the stage and made his way towards them.
"Asami sama. Thank you for having us here. It's an honor." Taiga bowed.
Akihito stood up. "Ah.. I am a huge fan; can I please have your autograph?"
Taiga gave Akihito a warm smile. He took a CD from his bag and signed his name on the cover before passing it to his team members to do the same. When he was done, he passed the autographed album to Akihito's trembling hands, who looked like he had just struck a lottery.
"Asami sama, thank you for your constant support, we wouldn't be here without you," Taiga bowed before the yakuza again.
"The band has potential, Taiga. I heard the sales are doing well; I will continue to invest as long as you produce good work."
"Certainly, Asami sama. We'll do our very best," Taiga and his band members replied enthusiastically before leaving the club.
"You're their sponsor?" Akihito asked in disbelief.
The yakuza smiled. "Really Akihito, you should always do your homework. Setsuna is signed under my record label."
For the second time in a night, Akihito's jaws dropped. "You – you—you should have told me! And to think that I actually spent 6,200¥ on their concert DVD just now!"
Enjoying his lover's outburst, Asami yanked the boy for a kiss. "Well, the next time you plan to go to their concert, ask me. I'll be happy to provide you a VIP seat with backstage pass," Asami paused, waited for the boy's eyes to light up before continuing, "For a small price, of course."
The faintest color washed into his cheeks. "You perverted bastard," the photographer said as he pushed him away.
Asami smiled, "For services rendered, Akihito."
Akihito snorted. "You hardly need to do anything!"
"I beg to differ. I did close down the club this evening for this. Do you know how much money I lost, closing Club Sion for a night?"
Akihito kept quiet; his mind wandered back to a few hours ago and felt guilty. He played back what Asami had done for him and it made him realized that he hadn't done anything for the yakuza at all.
"Asami – I uhm," Akihito hesitated. He glanced backwards to look for his guard. Sensing Akihito's intentions, Toru immediately produced the gift bag Akihito had bought earlier.
Akihito quickly dumped the bag onto Asami's lap before he could chicken out. "Your present," the photographer said.
Asami took the present and opened it. "A tie?"
"Call it a thank you gift or an early Christmas present," Akihito crossed his arms and looked away, trying his hardest not to blush.
Asami smirked. He signaled the manager to his side. "Get everyone out of here. Switch off all security cameras and no one enters until I give the orders."
"Yes, sir!" The manager scrambled to complete his duties. When Asami was assured that everything had been prepared according to his wishes, he dismissed Toru and Suoh, asking them to stand guard at the entrance of the club.
"Why are you dismissing them?"
Asami pulled the boy to him and whispered near Akihito's ear, "So we would not be disturbed."
Akihito gasped. "You planned to fuck me here?"
"You have such a way with words, Akihito." Asami bit his ear as he slipped a hand into the younger man's sweater.
"Stop—it!"
The yakuza paid no heed to the boy's protest and pulled the sweater off him. As Akihito quivered under Asami's touches, the yakuza spoke again, "Akihito?"
Already drowning in pleasure, Akihito couldn't care less for small talk. He managed to utter a sound, hoping Asami would stop talking and continue doing what he does best.
"There's this saying in the Chinese beliefs. Getting a tie for a lover simply means that he has intentions tying the lover to him alone. It's rather archaic but it makes sense, don't you think so?"
"What are you talking about?" Akihito managed to whisper.
"Since you're eager to tie yourself to me, why not change your name to Asami?"
It took a moment for Akihito to grasp Asami's point. Infuriated by Asami's suggestions, he shoved at the yakuza before answering, "NEVER!"
Asami chuckled at his lover's defiant attitude. He trapped the photographer beneath him, never gave him a chance to run away and proceeded to mess him up – again.
A/N: I know I didn't include any action scenes in this chapter, I'm so sorry! Please allow me to fulfill my fan girl fantasy of seeing our favorite boys engaging in their normal, everyday lives. Thank you for reading! The actions will be back in the next chapter!
And I actually wanted to use Kat-Tun instead of Setsuna but somehow, I cannot imagine Kamenashi Kazuya in my fiction. Kat-Tun fan, anyone?