A/N: Before writing a chapter, I usually promise myself that I'd write something short, about 6,000 to 8,000 words at most but I always, ALWAYS ended up exceeding the number of words! (slaps hand on forehead)
Special thanks to FanofBellaandEdward, lostsoul072, yaoimom, for providing the reasons to the fight. And Happy Birthday to Nbsiren and finderlov! (Sorry I couldn't post this on your birthday!)
Beta-ed by RiveReinStyx. You are awesome!
Disclaimer : Finder Series and its characters are properties of Yamane Ayano. No profit is made from writing this fan fiction.
Warnings: OOC, Long end notes
Business as Usual - Chapter 25
His back rested on a hard surface; hands bound painfully above his head. The thin cloth covering his eyes offered a glint of light but not clear enough to see the man standing near him. He could however, see the man's mouth tightened to the width of a scalpel blade.
"What's going on?" Akihito asked, slightly confused.
The man did not answer. With a snap of his pudgy fingers, a cloth was on Akihito's face. He then panicked, knowing exactly what would be done to him.
'No—' he screamed silently. 'Asami, please help me.'
Akihito opened his mouth, only to be met with large amount of water pouring onto him. He tried to hold his breath but his captors realized his intentions and fisted his stomach. As Akihito screamed in pain, water – lots of water entered his lungs. He tried to expel the water but the more he did, the more he choked. Beside him, he heard two shots and Toru's life drained away as he whispered Akihito's name.
'Toru!' Akihito's mind screamed silently, shaking his head."Asami, please."
"Die now, Asami's whore!" Chey snarled.
'No, please – no. I can't breathe!' Akihito pleaded yet Chey merely answered by pouring more water on his face.
"Die!" Chey laughed.
Akihito woke up with Chey's laugh ringing at the back of his head. For a moment, he lay perfectly still as he tried to calm his raging heartbeat. Even after nearly two months his rescue from Cambodia, Akihito found himself still imprisoned in the nightmares.
Chey was dead; there wasn't a doubt in Akihito's mind. Asami hadn't mentioned about Chey after Akihito's rescue but from what he managed to dig from Kanda and Ando, the Cambodian didn't live past three hours after Asami stormed into the genocide museum.
Akihito closed his eyes, took two deep breaths before opening them again. Slowly, he turned his head, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings of the room. Memories of the previous night came flooding back.
We spent the night at Asami's office. The mighty Asami was down, succumbed by a common virus called fever.
The photographer turned to his side, checking the time on his phone. It read 10.17 a.m.
It's time to get up, Akihito thought.
"Where are you going?" The deep baritone voice next to him greeted.
Placing a hand on Asami's forehead and another on his own, Akihito compared temperatures. Satisfied that Asami's temperature was already normal, he removed his hand. "I have to meet Haru-nii for lunch. Damn, I don't have a spare change of clothes."
Asami sat up. "I do."
Akihito's eyes narrowed into slits. "I'm not going to wear your shirt again, you perverted bastard."
"Did you dream again?"
The question threw Akihito off balance. Ignoring the question, Akihito swung his legs up, attempting to get away. Asami's arms were quicker. In an instant, the photographer was pushed to the bed, trapped between the bed and the yakuza.
The golden eyes were intense and with Asami staring so closely at him, Akihito trembled.
"Look at me, Akihito," Asami commanded.
Slowly, the photographer's eyes traveled upwards. "Did you dream about Chey again?" Asami asked again.
Akihito nodded his head before turning it to the side. "The dreams are less frequent now, I'm sure in another week or so, it'll be gone," he said, trying to sound cheerful.
Asami replied Akihito's statement by loosening his grip on the younger man's hands. Even as the yakuza remained silent, his face was grim. Akihito took the chance to escape from the bed.
"Shit, I don't have my clothes with me," Akihito said, changing the topic on purpose. "Even the clothes I wore yesterday aren't here."
The tight muscles on Asami's face relaxed. "Toru has taken them away and brought you a fresh change of clothes."
"Should I be alarmed that your subordinates came into the office when we're asleep?"
"He has orders to do so. Your clothes are on the chair," Asami replied, resting his back against the headboard.
Turning around, Akihito noticed his clean jeans, shirt and printed boxers draped on the chair. Ugh. He didn't want to think what went into Toru's mind when the guard packed his underwear.
"I – I'll go get ready," Akihito muttered and walked into the shower room.
The bathroom was probably half the size compared to Asami's bathroom in the penthouse but it was adequate nonetheless. He stood under the shower, enjoying the warm water beating on his back – and thought of his conversation with his brother.
His cheeks went crimson. Fuck, did I really confess in front of Haru-nii? Akihito slapped a hand on his wet face. He was thankful that neither his guards nor Asami heard the confession or Asami would use it as leverage against him.
He decided that he shouldn't worry about that now. There were more important matters to think about; like his thinning wallet.
Damn Takeda. What month is it now? July? Akihito ransacked his brain for answers.
No, July ended two days ago. He remembered that the charity event fell on August 1st, which meant today was already the second day of the month. That sneaky Takeda, he hasn't paid me my wages!
I'll make sure too stop by Mainichi Shimbun to get my pay and –Wait! Akihito's eyes widened. He did a simple Math and cursed. Asami's birthday will be in two days and he hadn't thought about what to give.
Shit.
It was hard to buy a gift for man who literally owned everything. Not to mention Asami was a man with expensive tastes. Seeing he hadn't received his paycheck, Akihito doubted he could even afford a birthday cake. He needed to come up with a plan B – and fast.
Turning off the tap, the photographer wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the shower. Asami was already in his robe, sitting at the sitting area with a coffee in his hands. Where on earth the yakuza unearthed that robe, Akihito never knew. He dressed silently, putting on his boxers, then his white shirt.
The smoothness of the fabric seemed familiar. He took it off, checked the label.
"Damn it, Asami. Why did you ask Toru to pack your shirt?"
Asami merely raised his head from the report he was reading and smirked. "I like seeing you in it."
Akihito slipped on his jeans. "Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? Just which part about me wearing your shirt turns you on?"
Asami stood up, tightening the belt of his robe. Walking towards the photographer, he nudged Akihito's chin up, staring at his displeased hazel eyes. "Every part of you, Akihito," he said, almost seductively.
Akihito slapped the hand away. Embarrassed, he turned his back towards Asami, slipping on the white shirt in the process. "Don't use me in your sexual fantasies. Pervert," he muttered.
Smirking, the crime lord left the blushing photographer and moved into the bathroom. Akihito took the opportunity to sneak out of the room to Asami's office.
Toru and Kirishima were already seated in the seating area of the office, in deep discussion. They stood up and bowed upon seeing Akihito.
"Since when were you guys here?" Akihito asked.
"An hour ago, Takaba sama," Toru answered.
The photographer blushed. "Can you – I mean, did you hear what we said just now?" he asked, referring to the conversation he shared with Asami.
Kirishima pushed his spectacles up and offered a small smile. "Every word, Takaba sama."
Mortified, Akihito rushed out of the office to the private elevator, cursing Asami.
"Takaba sama!" Toru jogged towards him.
Akihito crossed his arms. "Toru, the next time you pack Asami's shirt instead of mine, I'll Photoshop your head on a girl clad in bikini," he threatened.
Toru bowed. "I apologize, Takaba sama. Compared to Asami sama's punishment, I rather have my head on a woman in skimpy attire."
Akihito entered the elevator, rested his back against the glass walls of the car. Toru followed, swiping the key card before pressing the button to the basement.
"I have to warn you, my editing skills are the best in Mainichi Shinbun," Akihito replied.
His stoic guard did not even offer any reaction. He merely bowed. "I look forward to seeing the pictures, Takaba sama."
Infuriated, Akihito jabbed a finger at Toru's chest. "You are seriously a pain in the ass sometimes," he said and walked out when the elevator doors slid open again.
Akihito entered the BMW, requested Ando to drive him to the hotel Haruhito was in. Out of habit, he took his phone out, unlocked the screen to check for incoming mails and messages. And he found himself staring at the home screen in horror as the word August 2nd in bold lettering stared right back at him.
"SHIT!" he cursed loudly, causing both Ando and Toru to look at him.
"Takaba sama, is there anything wrong?" Ando asked.
It took a moment for Akihito to answer. He dumped the phone on the seat, staring at his guards in horror.
"Takaba sama?" Toru asked, concerned.
"No – nothing," Akihito answered.
He seriously had to think of something fast. Something cost effective and useful. Unless the receiver liked it, Akihito was never fond of buying decorative items as presents. He preferred something usable rather than what he labeled as a piece of junk hogging up space in the apartment.
Akihito was forced to push his thoughts on hold when Ando announced that they had reached the hotel. His brother was already waiting for him at the entrance and at Akihito's suggestion; they went to a family restaurant for lunch.
The siblings exchanged a couple of small talks about work and their parents before Haruhito became quiet.
"Haru-nii?"
Haruhito pushed the plate away. "Akihito, you sure you won't regret being with Asami?"
"Why the sudden question, Haru-nii?"
"I just wanted you to know that it's not easy becoming a yakuza's lover," Haruhito looked away, uncomfortable.
Akihito swallowed the last mouthful of his curry rice and sipped his water. He glanced at his guards, seated a few tables away before looking at his brother again. "Haru-nii, I know the consequences," he murmured.
Haruhito leaned back and sighed. "I won't say anything else, Akihito. But if he ever lay his hands on you –," his brother's eyes became fierce, " – I'm taking you away and I don't give a damn whether he threatens me or not."
"He threatened you?" Akihito gripped his spoon.
Realizing that he had blurted out the wrong word, Haruhito averted his eyes. "No, of course not! Did you think he can threaten your nii-san?"
It was painfully obvious that his brother was lying. Haruhito was nervous, fidgety and he wouldn't look at Akihito when he mentioned Asami.
A few months ago, when his parents came to Tokyo for a visit, he remembered Haruhito looking uncomfortable on day they were scheduled to return to Fukouka. Akihito was naïve to think that his brother and Asami merely chatted when he visited the yakuza at Sion.
It was pointless trying to weed out anything from Haruhito so Akihito didn't even bother trying. Obstinacy was something both brothers unconsciously share. He played the perfect host until it was time for his brother to board the flight.
As Akihito waved at Haruhito, his expression turned grim. Coolly, he slipped into the backseat of the car before ordering Ando to take him home. He'd have a long chat with Asami when he returned from his office.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Toru had never seen Akihito so angry. His master had both fists clenched by his sides as he stared outside the window of the BMW. His face muscles tightened, most probably trying to control his raging anger.
Beside him, Ando kept glancing at the rear mirror, checking Akihito every five seconds or so.
"Takaba sama?" Toru questioned carefully. "Are you all right?"
No reply.
This is getting bad, Toru decided. Akihito had never ignored him before no matter how angry he was. He regretted not eavesdropping on the brothers' conversation earlier at the family restaurant. That was a mistake on his part. He thought after last night, everything should be all right since Akihito seemed to be in high spirits that morning.
As they reached the penthouse, Akihito stormed inside without a backward glance. Toru followed Akihito to the penthouse, watched the photographer fumbled with the keys angrily before slamming the door behind him.
He stood there, staring at the closed door.
"Toru san," Ando called as he stepped out of the elevator. "Is Takaba sama all right?"
Toru leaned against the wall. "No."
"I wonder what Haruhito san said to Takaba sama. I've never seen him so angry," the younger guard said worriedly.
"I think I better inform Kirishima san about this," Toru said, reaching for his phone when he heard Akihito yelled.
"TORU!"
Xx Business as Usual xX
A few minutes earlier
Akihito stormed into the penthouse, furious. He toed off his shoes at the genkan, slamming the keys on the shoe cabinet with such a force that they fell behind the shoe cabinet.
Already in a foul mood, Akihito pushed the shoe cabinet away roughly to retrieve the bunch of keys- and found himself staring at a switch.
Weird, Akihito thought as he stared at the odd-looking switch. Why would Asami install a switch in such a place? Unless it was used to activate something in the penthouse, Akihito couldn't think of a reason why it was there.
He switched it on and waited. There was nothing. He walked into the living room, scanned around. Nothing aroused his suspicions but Akihito wasn't about to give up.
It couldn't be there for no apparent reason.
It was by pure chance that Akihito noticed a tiny red dot from a strange device next to the television. He crouched, examining the round object. Slightly smaller than a 500 yen coin, the device was attached to the small vase of similar color.
Akihito wasn't stupid. As a photographer, he tinkered with many devices before; and the small round device he was currently looking at told him that it was a high-tech security device.
Curling his fingers into fists, Akihito stood up. "TORU!"
Xx Business as Usual xX
"Takaba sama, are you all right?" Toru barged into the living room with a gun in his hands. Ando followed behind his senior and he too, held a gun.
"Did you know about this?" Akihito asked, pointing his finger at the small camera.
The slightly surprised look from Toru answered Akihito's question. "When did you find out?"
For the first time in Toru's position as a guard, he didn't dare to answer his master. He remained silent, infuriating the younger man even more.
"Was the camera switched on when Haru-nii and I were here yesterday?" Akihito raised his voice.
Again, there was silence. Squeezing his eyes in helpless anger, Akihito commanded his guard. "Call Asami and tell your boss that if he doesn't get here in thirty minutes, I'm leaving."
"Takaba sama, please calm down. Don't –," Ando began but he was sternly interrupted by Akihito.
"Shut up, Ando," Akihito commanded and looked at the lanky guard in front of him. "Call the bastard."
Nodding his head, Toru kept his gun, dragging Ando out of the penthouse.
"Toru san, what are we supposed to do now?" Ando asked, his eyes darted at the penthouse door.
"I'll call Asami sama directly," Toru answered, his fingers already fishing for his phone. It rang even before Toru managed to unlock the screen.
"Kirishima san –,"
"Asami sama is on his way. Both of you stand guard at the door," the secretary ordered.
"Understood," he replied before ending the call. He relayed the instructions to Ando.
"Does Asami sama know what happened?"
Toru nodded. "Takaba sama activated the camera just now. Most likely Asami sama had witnessed everything in his office."
Ando gulped. At that moment, he didn't want to think what would happen if his employer and Akihito quarreled.
Xx Business as Usual xX
The wait for his boss to return felt like hours. Toru and Ando did as they were told; both stood in front of the penthouse as they waited for Asami to return from his office at Sion.
Toru checked his wrist watch. Seventeen minutes had passed since Akihito's instructed him to call Asami. Thirteen minutes left before Takaba sama leaves, he thought.
"Toru san," Ando began worriedly. "What if Asami sama cannot make it at the stipulated time?"
"If Asami sama hasn't returned by then, I will go with Takaba sama. You stay back and report –,"
Toru could hardly finish his sentence when the doors of the elevator slid open. Flanked by Suoh and Kirishima, Asami strode out of the car, displeased.
"Asami sama," Toru and Ando greeted simultaneously.
"Toru, how did Akihito find out about the switch?" Asami's voice was icy cool.
The lanky guard bowed before his employer. "My apologies Asami sama, I am unaware how he found out. The shoe cabinet was already pushed aside when I barged in with Ando just now."
"Sir, Takaba sama was in a foul mood after meeting with Haruhito san," Ando added.
Asami's brow shot up. "The cause?"
Ando looked alternately at Asami and Toru and put on a dubious expression. "We were not close enough to listen to the conversation, Asami sama."
Nodding his head, Asami dismissed his men and entered the penthouse. Just as Toru had reported, the shoe cabinet was pushed away from the wall and the switch was turned on. Crouching, Asami found the cause to Akihito's reason for pushing the shoe cabinet. His set of keys, hooked in a small elephant keychain was lying on the floor, next to the leg of the cabinet.
Picking the keys up, Asami slid them into his pockets and walked into the living room. He found Akihito sitting on the couch perfectly still with a glass of water wrapped between his fingers. The photographer's eyes flickered for a second as he entered and slowly the fiery eyes rose to meet his.
"Akihito."
"You threatened Haru-nii," Akihito stated bluntly as he placed the glass on the coffee table.
Feeling that the conversation might take a while, Asami went to the bar and poured himself a brandy. "Did your brother tell you that?"
The photographer stood up. "Don't avoid the question, Asami."
Asami took a sip of the brandy, placed it on the table. "Your brother came to my office and I made it clear to him that it would be best that he doesn't take you away from me."
"You know he's my brother yet you threatened to kill him?" Akihito clenched his fists. "You bastard, if you do anything to Haru-nii, I swear I'll never forgive you."
Asami's eyes darkened. "I didn't go to your brother. He came to my office, threatened me and warned me to stay away from you." The yakuza took two strides and yanked Akihito to him. "No one, I repeat, no one can take you from me. You are mine, Akihito."
Akihito's hazel eyes burned at the yakuza. "I. Am. Not. Your. Possession," he enunciated every word.
"No?" The yakuza's voice softened; a dangerous sign. "Shall I demonstrate to you right now exactly who you belong to?" he said in a low voice, sliding his hands inside Akihito's shirt.
The photographer managed to push him away. "Stop using sex every fucking time to make your point; I am not your toy!" His chest heaved as he spoke. He glanced at the vase and spoke again. "As if threatening my brother isn't enough, you spied on me?
"The security camera was installed before you came to live here."
"But you conveniently spied on me and Haru-nii yesterday," Akihito sneered. "So, does it make you victorious knowing you got a confession out of me? If you think that you can tie me to your side because you heard me confessed, you're dead wrong Asami."
Asami's eyes flashed, as hard as a stone. "I've never intended to use that as leverage against you."
Akihito staggered back. "Ha! You think that I'm stupid? You make me live here, give me blank credit cards to spend; all for the sake of making me depend on you!"
Akihito's body shook with fury. "Who do you take me for Asami? I have feelings! "You shoved two guards at me; buy properties under my name and in return I satisfy you in bed. I can't even have a conversation with my own brother without being spied. What the fuck am I to you, Asami – your toy?"
When Asami remained silent, Akihito took the chance to continue. "Haru-nii is right; I'm kept like a mistress – a plaything."
Akihito closed his eyes. The tears were coming, he knew it. Taking two deep breaths, Akihito willed for the tears to stop. He opened them again and this time, the tears were gone. He flashed his lethal stare at Asami.
"A toy –," Asami repeated as fury took over. He pushed the Akihito's to the wall, slamming the petite body against the hardened surface, trapping the photographer with his own. Using a single hand, Asami caught Akihito's wrists and pushed them above his head, caging them to the wall.
"If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have two guards protecting you. If I didn't care about your damn feelings, I would have killed Ishida Atsuki and made life miserable for your brother," Asami nearly snarled.
"But you –"
"And if you were really my toy," he interrupted, his tone turned icy cool, "I'd put a leash around your collar, cage you here in the penthouse and use you for my own pleasure."
Using his last ounce of strength, Akihito shoved at the yakuza. "That doesn't change the fact that I'm a bed warmer, right?" He let out a humorless laugh. "At least I know how much my ass is worth," he said flatly and walked out of the penthouse.
"Takaba!" Asami growled but the penthouse door slammed shut.
Left alone in the apartment, it took Asami's entire will power not to shoot something with the gun nestled in his shoulder holster. He knew a fight was inevitable when Akihito found out about the security camera in the penthouse but Haruhito telling Akihito about the threat was something he didn't foresee.
Haruhito couldn't have told him; he has too much pride for that, Asami thought as he poured himself a brandy. Akihito wasn't dumb and it was likely that he manage to deduce things on his own.
Asami sipped his brandy, mood darkened by the second.
"Asami sama?"
It was Kirishima. The secretary had a worried look on his face. "The concierge called and reported that Takaba sama walked out of the apartment, unguarded. I've sent Toru and Ando out."
Nodding his head, the crime lord stood up. He gulped the rest of the brandy before walking out of the apartment. "What's my schedule like, Kirishima?"
Slightly shaken by the boss's cool tone, the secretary quickly answered, "You have a meeting with the Thai dealer, Kit to discuss on the firearm dealing at the warehouse in an hour. Do you want to reschedule?"
"No," the reply was curt. "Keep it as it is," Asami ordered, walking into the elevator.
As the car rode down to the basement, the crime lord took out his gun and checked the magnum. Satisfied with its condition, he kept it again.
He was looking forward to the Thai national pissing him off so he can blow his brains off.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Akihito didn't stop running until he reached the bus stop. Panting heavily, he slumped on the long bench and took out his phone.
No way in hell Asami is going to track me down using GPS, Akihito thought. He checked his time and cursed when he realized that he didn't wear his watch.
Akihito couldn't remember the last time he was so angry with someone. Knowing that the yakuza had threatened his brother made his blood boil but when he found out about the hidden camera, he was beyond furious.
Deep down, Akihito knew that Asami would never hurt his brother. He was upset that Asami had threatened Haruhito, caused him grief and distress, instead of trusting Akihito to handle the problem.
And then there was the issue with the security cameras. He wouldn't have freaked out about the cameras but the thought of Asami had listened to his conversation with his brother triggered an unexplainable amount of rage.
Not only Akihito felt his privacy violated, he was furious and embarrassed that Asami had known his inner most feelings. The confession he made in front of his brother was supposed to be private and it was definitely not for anyone's ears, especially Asami's. Now that the yakuza knew how he felt, he wondered what would happen to their relationship.
Pushing the thoughts away, Akihito focused on more pressing matters. He ran out of the apartment with only two thousand yen in his wallet. That'll buy him three meals at most but where would he spend the night?
He didn't want to go to Kou's or Takato's place – their apartments were in Asami's radar. Besides, he didn't feel like telling his best buddies about the argument. It felt too female, too sissy for a man to discuss relationship problems with another man.
I should get going before Toru or Ando finds me, Akihito mused as he stood up. After making sure that he wasn't followed, he hopped onto a bus, not caring where it would take him.
Xx Business as Usual xX
"Ando, did you see Takaba sama?"
The younger guard panted as he jogged towards Toru. "No, you?"
"No."
"Where did he go?" Ando rested his hands on his hips as he looked around again. "Toru san, what do you think will happen? I've never seen Takaba sama so angry."
Toru remained silent at the question, not knowing how to answer himself. Throughout the years he served Akihito, he had seen many faces of his master: happy, sad, infuriated, frustrated but never furious.
Akihito wasn't a person who harbor ill-feelings so even if he fumed, he'd forget about it soon enough. That, in Toru's opinion, made Akihito an easy master to serve.
"Toru san?"
Toru looked at his partner again. "Ando, take the car and go to Kou's place. Takaba sama might be there. I'll try Takato's apartment.
"What if he isn't at any of his friends' apartments?" Ando asked worriedly. He really didn't want to report to the boss that he couldn't find Akihito.
"We'll just have to report that in," Toru answered.
Xx Business as Usual xX
The call came in when Asami was in the middle of his negotiations with Kit. He answered the call from Toru and immediately, his mood darkened with Toru's report.
Both Toru and Ando couldn't locate his lover. Akihito wasn't at his friends place, nor was he at any other establishments he frequented. The boy had always been intelligent; it was one of the reasons why Asami was attracted to the photographer. He knew, even without Toru's report, that his men wouldn't be able to locate Akihito so easily.
He wouldn't allow Akihito to be taken from him. He'd go to hell and drag the feisty photographer back if he had to but before he could begin his hunt, he had to finish the negotiations with four sneaky bastards in front of him.
The men obviously made things easier for the crime lord. As Asami was listening to the report from Toru, one of Kit's men slid his hands behind his back and drew out his gun. His assassination attempt was foiled when Suoh, upon realizing the man's intentions, pulled out his own gun and disarmed Kit's subordinate by firing a single shot.
"You pull that gun behind your back, and I'll blow your brains out," Kirishima warned as he pointed his gun at Kit.
Calmly, Asami ended the call, keeping the phone in his dress pants. Perfect timing, he thought as he retrieved his gun.
Without a word, the yakuza fired three consecutive shots at the injured man before turning to the three remaining Thais. "Gentlemen, why don't you begin by telling me your real reason for today's meeting?"
The abrupt change of situation disconcerted the men. The gratuitous kill shook their nerves but they weren't about to back down.
"We'll gain control of the Asian market, Asami!" Kit snarled before drawing out his gun.
Obviously, the Thai national didn't stand a chance. Before he could point the gun at Asami, two bullets were already embedded in his chest. Asami didn't waste any time, he fired a fatal shot each at the remaining men, killing them instantly.
"Souh, I'll leave you with the clean-up," he ordered, leaving Suoh bowing behind him.
"Kirishima," Asami said as he sat comfortably at the back seat of the limousine. "Did you track Akihito's whereabouts?"
The secretary took his seat behind the wheel, "Unfortunately, Takaba sama turned his phone off so I couldn't trace his locations. He left his watch at the penthouse. What are your orders, sir?"
"Send the men," Asami ordered.
"Understood, Asami sama."
Akihito, you're not getting rid of me so easily. You belong to me.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Anger had made Akihito so tired that he fell asleep on the bus. The action proved to be disastrous as the photographer found himself staring at an unfamiliar surrounding after alighting from the bus.
Akihito refused to turn on his phone for directions since that would give away his location so he relied on the street maps and directions plastered in the middle of the street made for tourist convenience.
Setagaya. Akihito read and cursed. How on earth did he reach the special ward of Tokyo, he never knew. He glanced through the map again and realized that the Soshigaya Park was within walking distance. Not knowing where else to go, Akihito dragged his feet to the park.
It was close to eight in the evening when he reached the empty park. There were several long benches, so the photographer chose a particularly long one under a tree. He ate the bread he bought at the convenience store, thinking about the fight he had earlier with Asami.
Akihito was still furious with the crime lord. Who wouldn't be when the man you thought you could trust threatened your own brother and eavesdropped on you?
"Bastard," Akihito muttered, tossing the wrapper into the bin. Laying his back on the bench, the photographer stared at the thin branches of the tree. He turned to his side and was giving serious thoughts about what to do when he heard an unfamiliar voice mocking at him.
"Guys, look who's here?"
The photographer looked up, almost groaning when a group of six walked towards his direction.
It was the man he encountered at the back alley near Sky Bar. Akihito believed the leader went by the name of Koga or something. Leading the gang of street punks, Koga smiled he walked towards him before forming a circle around him. From the way Koga and his underlings stood, Akihito knew that he wasn't stopping for small talk.
Akihito stood up slowly. "What the hell do you want?"
Koga licked his pierced lips. "The glasses boy who broke my nose, I'll make sure to repay the favor ten times more," he snarled.
Glasses boy? He must be referring to Kirishima.
"Last time you were lucky someone stepped in to help you." Koga removed his belt. "This time you won't be," he said and ordered his lackeys to attack.
Just right on time, Akihito thought as he took his stance. He had been itching to hit someone all day and it looked like this was his chance. It didn't matter if he wasn't trained; it shouldn't be that difficult hitting a couple of punks on their faces, right?
And he was wrong. In a matter of minutes, Akihito was on the ground, groaning. His lip, spilt; jaws, sore and he tasted blood from the elbow jab he received from one of the men. Unable to regain his form, Akihito curled into a defensive fetal position, trying to block direct blows to his stomach and torso.
With the amount of blows he was receiving from Koga and his men, Akihito had no doubts that he'd be hospitalized for a broken bone or two. Just when he thought his bruised back couldn't take it any longer, he heard a long whistle and the beating stopped.
Gingerly, Akihito sat up, massaging his throbbing jaw. The long whistle turned out to be the police. Relieved that he was finally free, Akihito stood up, intending to walk away when a police pushed him to the ground and handcuffed him.
"Hey, why the hell are you arresting me? They beat me up!" Akihito protested as the uniformed officer pushed him into a police van alongside with Koga and his gang.
"Shut up," warned the policeman. "We have every right to bring you in for questioning."
And just like that, Akihito found himself in a six by eight feet prison cell at the police station. Courtesy of Koga who mentioned that Akihito was part of their gang, the policeman refused to believe that Akihito was a victim in the fight. Added that the address in Akihito's license was Asami's penthouse address, the middle-aged crew cut policeman deduced rather unprofessionally that Akihito's license was fake.
"But it's where I'm living right now!" Akihito protested helplessly when he was questioned.
"Nice try, punk," said Detective Kitahara. "You must have thought that we're stupid to believe that you can afford staying at a high class area in Tokyo."
He emptied Akihito's wallet. "Look at your wallet. You have about – ," he halted, counting the money. " – one thousand three hundred and fifty yen in your wallet."
"Ask the owner yourself!"
Kitahara hauled Akihito up and led him to the solitary cell. "You think I'm going to waste my time doing it when I know damn well you're lying?" He sneered, pushing Akihito inside before locking the door.
"Change your clothes and put them in the basket here," he instructed, pointing at a small bin located outside the cell. "Do as I ask or I won't be nice," he said again before leaving Akihito alone.
"Fuck," the photographer cursed. This had turned into a bigger messed that he thought. He cleaned his face and changed into his blue prison garb, placing his own soiled clothes in the basket as instructed.
Lying on the tatami mat, Akihito closed his eyes. His jaw hurt like hell, so did his lower back and thighs. But at least his accommodation for the night had been taken care of.
Xx Business as Usual xX
"Kitahara, did the punks talk?"
Kitahara dumped the file on his desks, eased his hips at the edge of the table. "Well, the punk leader by the name of Koga said they were just messing around while the guy who got beaten said he was a victim of street bullying."
Kitahara's boss, Captain Yamamoto looked at Akihito's particulars again. "He doesn't look like he's in the same gang." He looked up at his subordinate. "Any police records?"
The detective flipped the file and smirked. "One; and it's for the same problem. Assaulted by a group of bullies in a park –," Kitahara paused as his eyebrow rose.
"What?"
"Captain, this Takaba Akihito was bailed out by some high attorney. The case was dismissed shortly after," he said, passing the file to Yamamoto.
"What's his residential address?" Yamamoto asked, scanning the report. "Is it listed in the report?"
Kitahara began to feel uneasy. "Here's the funny thing. The address on his license had been changed. I ran the location just now; it's situated at a high class residential area in Shinjuku. And the owner of the place is Asami Ryuichi."
Yamamoto whistled. "The one and only Asami Ryuichi?"
"That's him; but I'm sure he's lying. I mean, no one lives in that area and carries less than two thousand yen in his wallet."
Yamamoto passed the file back to Kitahara. "Go check with Asami first thing in the morning. If Takaba is lying, we can book him alongside with Koga for gang fight and being nuisance to the public."
"Captain, is it really necessary?"
The captain narrowed his eyes. "That's an order, Detective Kitahara. Sion – Eight in the morning – sharp."
Kitahara groaned as he sat in front of his computer. "If Takaba's lying, I'll beat the crap out of his skinny ass."
Xx Business as Usual xX
August 3rd, Sion Headquarters
If looks could kill, the stare Asami Ryuichi gave his men would have dropped them on the spot. Thirty men or so crowded in Asami's office in Sion Headquarters at half past seven in the morning as they await further instructions from the crime lord.
The crime lord himself remained silent as he continued smoking his cigar. It was pin drop silence in the office as none of the men currently gathered in front of him dared to make a sound, fearing a simple mistake on their part would cost them their lives.
Suoh had mobilized undisclosed number of men to search for Akihito around Tokyo but none managed to locate the photographer. Akihito wasn't at his best friends' place, nor was he at any other apartments Toru and Ando could think of. It was as if Akihito disappeared from Japan altogether.
No, it cannot be, Asami mused. Akihito's passport was still in the penthouse so it was unlikely he had left. His men from Fukuoka Prefecture were stationed outside Akihito's parents' house, just in case that the photographer decided to hide there.
He looked at his men again before waving his hand. It was a cue for the guards to speak.
"Asami sama, we have searched through Takaba sama's usual hangouts but there is no sign of him," a man in dark suit said.
The crime lord did not say anything, choosing to remain silent. He took out his favorite gun, playing with the weapon. His men immediately bowed in front of him.
"We apologize for our incompetence, boss!"
Suoh stepped forward. "Asami sama, what are your orders?"
"Check hospital records for any emergency cases or outpatient treatments," he ordered and the men hurriedly left the office to carry out their duties, fearing a delay would cost them their lives.
Toru and Ando walked in the minute Suoh stepped out. The usual calm demeanor the lanky guard usually wore as strength diminished as worry took over. "Sir, I asked around and found that Takaba sama had boarded a bus a few streets away. I crossed checked with the company and managed to speak with the driver. He remembered Takaba sama getting down at Setagaya."
Asami leaned forward, both elbows rested on the oak table. "Continue," he ordered Toru.
Toru bowed slightly. "I went to Setagaya but none had seen Takaba sama. The guards are looking for him as we speak, Asami sama."
The crime lord nodded as his eyes narrowed. "Find him Toru," he ordered, checking his wrist watch. "I'll give you until midnight."
While Ando looked horrified, Toru didn't question the impossible task. Placing a hand across his chest, Toru bowed. "Understood, Asami sama," he replied and left the room with Ando.
Standing up, he moved to the large panels of glass in his office and looked at the city. The morning sun shone brightly as usual but Asami was deep in thoughts about a certain photographer. He considered Akihito's rage justifiable but to walk out on him? The photographer had better come back because if Akihito thought he could do otherwise, he was dead wrong.
I'll hunt you down and drag you back right where you belong. You have no other options, Akihito.
The knock on the door had Asami's attention shifted again. He turned and saw Kirishima entering his office with his note book and tablet.
"Asami sama," he bowed. "The security called and said that a Detective Kitahara would like to speak with you."
Asami's eyes turned stone hard. "Problem with the Thais we dealt with last night?"
"I don't think so, sir. He introduced himself as a Detective from the Security Division," Kirishima explained. "Inspector Mori has also been briefed about last night's events. We would be informed if there are any movements from the Special Crime Unit."
"Send him in."
Xx Business as Usual xX
Detective Kitahara tried not be impressed with the building's structure. His mood was already terrible to begin with, having to stay up past one in the morning to deal with paperwork. Four hours later, he had to drag his tired body up to do follow up in some rich businessman's place. Kitahara arrived at Sion at eight sharp, as per the Captain's orders and was met by a well-dressed secretary cum butler at the entrance of the elevators.
The interior was equally as impressive as the exterior. When Kitahara entered Asami Ryuichi's office however, his eyes nearly popped from the size of the private office. The man behind the desk himself was another story altogether. Kitahara couldn't find better adjectives to describe Asami Ryuichi other than tall, dark and extremely good looking. The power suit that Asami wore was a symbol of wealth and his eyes – those deep, penetrating golden eyes could captivate any male or female suitors alive.
How fucking unfair. Some guys have it all.
As those golden eyes stared hard at Kitahara, the detective was immediately reminded of his own shabby suit that his wife bought for him during a sale; and he felt miserable all over.
"Detective," Asami remained seated as he greeted. A quick glance at Kirishima standing beside him and the bespectacled secretary immediately went round the table, pulling out the visitor's chair.
Kitahara took the offered seat. "Asami san, I am Detective Kitahara," he said, showing his police identification for verification.
"And how can I be of assistance today?" The crime lord asked casually.
Kitahara fumbled with the small briefcase he had brought along before pulling out a few sheets. "It's just a couple of routine questions, Asami san. A guy we caught yesterday claimed to be staying at your apartment. The address was even printed on his driving license," Kitahara explained as he checked the sheets of paper, unaware Asami's eyes had widened slightly at the statement.
"There," Kitahara said, sliding a photo across the huge oak table. "Of course, we think he's lying but we'd like to verify before pressing charges on him."
Akihito's mug shot stared right back at Asami. Kirishima managed, just barely, to refrain himself from calling out Akihito's name. Asami himself didn't so much so react from the picture but his eyes narrowed in anger.
"He's living with me," Asami stated, trying to calm his raging temper.
Kitahara's jaw dropped. "Ex—exuse me? "
"He is currently living with Asami sama," Kirishima confirmed.
"Why was he arrested?" Asami asked quietly despite his temper threading a very thin line.
Kitahara looked somewhat troubled with the question. He scratched behind his ear guiltily. "He was caught by the patrolmen fighting in a park with a few thugs last night."
"Fighting?" Asami repeated.
Again, Kitahara looked away. "Well, he claimed to be the victim in the fight since he was being beaten up."
"And you immediately accused him of being guilty despite being the victim." Asami's tone was icy cool.
"Actually – " Kitahara interrupted, "We have not formally charged him. Takaba might not be lying about his residential address but that doesn't prove that he's innocent."
Asami leaned forward, clasping both hands together. "Indeed," Asami said easily before his narrowing his eyes again, "However, if it comes to my knowledge that the police has mishandled the case, I will take legal actions against you and the police department. I advise you to have your team of lawyers ready."
Before Kitahara could offer a suitable response, Asami cut him off. "Kirishima, have someone escort the detective out of the building."
The detective took it as his cue to leave. Pale, he stood up, dragging his feet behind him, all the while thinking if he could even afford engaging a lawyer.
"Asami sama, do you want me to call Kuroda sensei?" The secretary asked, his hands already rested on the telephone in Asami's office.
District Attorney Kuroda Shinji had been assisting him in far too many activities. It would be dangerous for both parties if Kuroda consistently represented Asami. Akihito's matter wasn't anything that his personal lawyers couldn't handle.
"No, call Hasegawa," he ordered, referring to the legal chief. "And get the team to draw out the legal papers."
As Kirishima rushed to make the calls, Asami stood up. "Get the car ready."
Xx Business as Usual xX
Akihito spent the entire night tossing and turning, all the while cursing the bastard lover of his. He got so used to luxury that he found it difficult to sleep on the thin futon in his six by eight prison cell.
He did a lot of thinking about the fight he had with Asami and felt angry all over again. Haruhito is family and if Asami thought he could screw with my family, he better think again because I'd fight tooth and nail with him about this.
Since he had time, the photographer screened through their conversation, line by line until he reached the part where Asami said,
'If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have two guards protecting you. If I didn't care about your damn feelings, I would have killed Ishida Atsuki and made life miserable for your brother.'
After unraveling the statement word-by-word; it struck Akihito that Asami had spelt it out rather obvious that he cared about Akihito.
Oh fuck. Why the hell is this so complicated?
Feeling lost at the newfound information, the photographer turned to his side, facing the prison cell and closed his eyes. He yawned tiredly and decided to think about it after his nap.
An unfamiliar sound woke Akihito up from his rest. He couldn't have been asleep long, considering his eyelids were still heavy. Still closing his eyes, his mind replayed the noise and realized that they were footsteps. Efficiently, he blocked the annoying noise and tried to sleep again but to Akihito's annoyance, they stopped right in front of his cell.
Screw them. Akihito thought sleepily. He felt tired, cold and his head hurt like crazy. He wasn't going to get up for anyone's sake. Kitahara or whoever his name was can damn well wait until he got his well-deserved sleep.
Xx Business as Usual xX
"Takaba Akihito, you're free to go," Kitahara said flatly as he stood at the entrance of the prison cell.
It was the worst day in Kitahara's eight years as a police officer. Not only was he threatened by some rich bastard with legal actions, the team of lawyers and men in black suits arrived at the police station, making a big fuss about how he had imprisoned Takaba Akihito without adhering to proper procedures.
How the fuck did Takaba get someone so powerful behind him, Kitahara couldn't comprehend.
"Takaba, you're free to go," he said again but the boy didn't move an inch.
Impatient, Kitahara moved into the cell and was about to kick the boy's sorry ass for not getting up when another voice spoke.
"Don't touch him."
Kitahara whirled around and was met with a tall lanky man in black suit glaring at him. He recognized the man as part of the lawyer's entourage. Kitahara remembered him introducing himself as Toru, one of Asami's subordinates.
"Look, don't think you can come into the police station and act like a big shot. We have our own rules here!"
Ignoring the detective, Toru knelt next to Akihito and gently shook his master's body. "Takaba sama, it's time to go," he said.
Still, the photographer showed no response. Feeling slightly worried, Toru place his hand on Akihito's forehead and had to withdraw immediately from the heat.
"Hey, what's wrong with him?"
Toru glared at the detective before answering. "He has high fever." Unbuttoning his coat, Toru draped the garment on Akihito before sliding his hands under Akihito's neck and knees, carrying him up bridal style.
"He has to change!" Kitahara protested. "That blue garment belongs to the police!"
"It will be returned to you," Toru answered, walking past the stunned detective.
Suoh, Ando and legal chief Hasegawa were waiting for him at the visitors' chair. Upon seeing Toru carrying an unconscious Akihito out, they immediately stood up.
"What's wrong?" Suoh was the first to ask.
"He's running a high fever," Toru answered without slowing down his pace. He headed straight to the main entrance where the doors slid open automatically.
Ando rushed out to open the door to the limousine where Asami was waiting inside.
"Asami sama, Takaba sama is running a high fever," Toru explained the minute he laid Akihito in the car.
"Have Kanzaki chauffeured to Keio Hotel immediately," he instructed Toru before asking Kirishima to drive to the hotel.
Xx Business as Usual xX
The bruise on Akihito's jaw and cheek bone were so obvious that it made Asami's blood boil. His temper rose another two notches when he saw the blue drab Akihito was wearing. It was downright ugly and unbefitting on Akihito's beautiful skin.
"Kirishima."
The secretary glanced backwards from the passenger seat.
"Get Hasegawa to rush the legal papers against the police station."
Kirishima nodded and immediately made the calls.
The limousine ferried Asami to the basement where a group of men were already waiting. Asami carried the boy in his arms to the president suite and laid him on the bed.
The clothes were filthy but it was necessary to check Akihito's body before Kanzaki arrives. He undressed the boy and whilst the torso and stomach were bruise free, the same couldn't be said about Akihito's back.
From waist top, spots of blue blacks covered Akihito's skin. Angry marks were spotted on Akihito's shoulders while two large bruises decorated his lower back. Asami inspected the bruises, finding that the pattern most likely came from men's shoes. He scrutinized the bruise patterns, counted them and noticed that they came from at least four different assailants.
Someone will die for this, Asami thought as he bathed his lover.
Kanzaki sensei came the minute after Asami placed Akihito back on the bed. As the doctor and his nurses tend to his lover, Asami moved to the living room where Kirishima and Toru were waiting.
"Toru, find out who attacked Akihito. I want their names," he said in a tight controlled voice.
Toru immediately bowed. "I understand, sir."
Kirishima went to the bar and poured his boss a drink. "Asami sama, what do you want us to do after we have the names?" He asked, passing the whisky glass to Asami.
Asami stared at the amber liquid before downing the glass. "Nothing –,"
The guards looked at each other, obviously not used to Asami being so forgiving.
"—at the moment," the crime lord curved a thin smile.
Kirishima bowed, pleased that the yakuza hadn't lost his touch. "Then, we shall take our leave, Asami sama."
Kanzaki came out after Kirishima and Toru exited the room and informed that Akihito had high fever and dehydration. For the time being, he hooked the photographer up with IV drips and prescribed rest.
Despite the severe beatings, Akihito's bones remained intact and the bruises would heal in a fortnight. Asami dismissed Kanzaki before going to the bedroom where Akihito slept peacefully. He sat on the sofa, looking at the bag of drip hooked on the coat stand beside the bed.
It'd take Akihito at least four to six hours before he wakes up and until then, Asami had plenty of time. Asami stood up, stripped and walked into the shower. He might as well shower and get some rest, seeing that he needed all the energy to handle his lover later.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Akihito's eyes slowly fluttered open, smiling. He stretched himself awake, realizing that hadn't had such peaceful sleep in a while.
Strange, the thin futon felt soft under him. Still smiling, Akihito turned sideways and froze. It couldn't be, Akihito thought as he blinked a few more times, focused and this time, his eyes widened.
He bolted up into a seating position, tried to get off the bed when he finally noticed the tube hooked into the back of his hand. Angrily, he ripped off the needle but his rough movements caused his hand to bleed.
"Akihito."
The photographer knew it was very feminine to escape when he was angry but he wasn't ready to face the yakuza yet. The entire fight had been so confusing and Akihito needed time to sort out his feelings.
Never mind how the hell he ended up sleeping next to Asami in some posh hotel.
The photographer wasn't even bothered about how he managed to get out of the cell. Who cares how he got out of the lock up? Such details could be overlooked. At the moment, it was more important to just scram and get out of the room.
"Akihito," Asami said again, pulling his lover back to the bed.
"Let go of me, you bastard!" Akihito fought in futile as Asami tightened his grip on Akihito's hands, bringing them above his head.
"No, you're staying here."
Angry eyes flashed at the crime lord. "Fuck you; I'm not your fucking mistress. You can't order me around."
The golden eyes turned lethal. In one swift movement, Asami caged Akihito's hands with a single hand and slid his other hand inside Akihito's shirt. He pushed the garment up, pinched the perk nipples hard on purpose.
"St – stop!" Akihito protested when Asami's hands left his nipple to the waistband of his boxers.
Ignoring the photographer, Asami wrapped his hands around Akihito's hardened cock, fondling it roughly.
"No – it hurts!"
"Pleasing the master is a mistress's job," Asami growled. He pushed the boy's boxers to mid-thigh before shoving a finger into Akihito.
Akihito was dry, unprepared and the sudden intrusion made the boy yelped in pain. He tried to fight Asami but the yakuza was far stronger than he was. Helpless and in pain, he cried.
"St—stop, please. It hurts."
The begging seemed to work for Asami's grip on his wrists loosened and the finger that was digging in him stopped.
Asami sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows rested on his thighs. Head bent, the crime lord didn't speak.
The attack left Akihito visibly shaken and for the moment, neither men spoke. Akihito sat up, trying to get off the bed so he could get the hell out of the room when Asami pulled the photographer into his embrace.
Akihito was prepared to fight until he heard Asami whispered. In the quietness of the room, Asami's voice was barely audible yet Akihito heard the two magical words.
"I'm sorry."
He had only heard Asami apologized once. The memory of Asami uttering those words on the night he was rescued from Fei long's captivity was already distant. He couldn't even remember how it felt to have the great crime lord apologizing to him.
The tears finally fell freely as he felt Asami's gently petted his hair. It took a while for Akihito to compose himself before he finally pushed the yakuza away.
"For what?" Akihito managed to ask.
Asami nudged his lover's chin up. "Everything."
"Bastard," the photographer cursed softly but he felt lighter than he had for days. There was, however, one nagging question remain.
He looked at Asami again. "I know we stay together because our bodies are compatible but I –," he halted, finding the right words to use. "—I feel like mistress; someone you'd use for sexual relief. I don't want to be anyone but me."
For a brief moment, Akihito thought the older man was going to explode but Asami surprised Akihito by moving away from the bed to the huge window panels that showcased the nightlife of Tokyo.
Akihito stood up and padded to where Asami was. He stopped when he was a step away, choosing to stare at Asami's broad naked back.
"Is that what you really think?" Asami asked, his voice laced with anger.
"Doesn't it look that way?" Akihito protested. "I have two guards following me around, ride in expensive cars, have multiple properties and bank accounts with shitload of cash in them. And as if those weren't enough, you threatened Haru-nii and spied on us."
Asami turned, facing Akihito. If the golden eyes were a weapon, the look he gave Akihito would cause destruction. "You think I'd spend millions of yen buying properties in your name just because you're my sex toy?"
"But – but –,"
"You think I'd employ Toru and Ando to guard you because you're my mistress?" he interrupted. "A mistress doesn't worth that much."
"Asami, I –"
The crime lord yanked the boy to him, nudged his chin up. "Only a lover is worthy of those, Akihito."
Flabbergasted by Asami's confession, Akihito stood there speechless. He only regained his sanity when Asami pushed him onto the king size bed, hovering above him.
"Now that you understand, why do you still look so confused?"
Akihito looked away. "My – my family and friends; give me your word that you won't harm them."
"I have never intended to cause them harm."
"—and the security cameras at the penthouse? I can live with Toru and Ando but to be spied on in a place I call home is suffocating."
"They are being removed as we speak. That is why we're at the hotel, Akihito."
The photographer closed his eyes and nearly breathed out in relief.
"Look into my eyes," Asami commanded.
Slowly, Akihito gazed up. "I can give you my word that I won't harm your family and friends but I am very territorial, so I suggest that you think before you act. Anyone who touches you, I will erase them."
Akihito shivered at the statement, wondering how the hell he could tremble in excitement after hearing that. Perhaps he was seriously a masochist after all.
The bedside alarm gave an audible beep just when Akihito was about to reply. He glanced at small device and gasped.
4th August, 12 a.m.
It was Asami's birthday and all his thoughts about getting the yakuza a birthday gift went to the drain. So much had happened in the last twenty four hours that Akihito had pushed the birthday gift to the very far end of his brain.
"What is it?" the crime lord asked when he noticed Akihito's horrified look.
"Uhm – I didn't prepare anything but –," he said, color flooding his cheeks. "Happy Birthday."
Asami smirked. "Since you don't have a present," he said, bending down to lick the nape of Akihito's neck. "I shall enjoy myself with you at the meantime."
Placing both palms on Asami's chest, Akihito protested, "Wait, my back hurts," he said, referring to his bruises.
The smile Asami gave Akihito was almost evil. "I know how to take care of that. We have all night. I'll prepare you nice and slow."
The coarse words excited Akihito. He refused to think anymore. Putting his arms around the yakuza, Akihito allowed his lover to take him.
Xx Business as Usual xX
After two rounds of slow, torturous lovemaking, Asami was surprised to wake up to an empty king size bed. Thinking that Akihito had escaped again, he flung the covers aside and strode out to the luxurious living room.
His lover, clad in the hotel's bathrobe, sat on the working desk, scribbling something. He had a cheeky smile as he scribbled on the paper using the complimentary pen from the hotel. For someone who was beaten, locked in the prison cell for the whole night, had high fever and fucked by him for two times, Akihito sure looked fine enough.
In fact, Asami thought; his lover had never looked better.
"What are you doing?"
The slender shoulders gave a surprise jerk before turning around. "No – nothing," he replied although his cheeks went from pale to crimson.
"Then why are you up so early?" Asami glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's barely four in the morning."
His lover stood up, hid his hands behind his back. "I – I was doing something."
Asami's brow shot up. "And what is it?" he asked patiently.
Slowly, the photographer walked to the older man. When he was close, he raised his hands and pushed the piece of paper to Asami's chest. "For you," he said before withdrawing his hands.
Curious, the crime lord took the neatly folded paper, flipped it open and read. His lips curved.
"What's this?"
Akihito went bright red. "You – you blind or something? It's a card."
Asami pulled the photographer to the couch before making the boy straddle him. "It is—," he agreed, "— but I'm asking what is this 'Takaba Akihito –free pass' thing?"
"Your birthday present," Akihito huffed. "I'm dirt poor and can't even afford a decent gift, so I'm giving you a free pass. You can ask me to do anything for a day and I won't refuse."
"In a nutshell, you'll be my slave for the day," the crime lord replied, getting amused with Akihito's embarrassment.
The hazel narrowed in slits. "Don't think otherwise, you pervert. Look at the fine prints behind the card. It said 'not applicable for sex in the private room'. It means I'm not playing bondage with you."
"Don't worry, Akihito," Asami said, slipping his fingers behind Akihito's neck before pulling him close. "I'm sure I can think of something good."
"Pervert," the boy muttered again.
The crime lord responded by kissing Akihito firmly on his lips. Akihito surprised Asami again when he pushed him away.
"Happy – Birthday," the photographer whispered as he looked away.
Asami scooped the boy in his arms before moving to the master bedroom. Laying him gently on the bed, Asami said nothing as he crushed his lips on Akihito's.
He has come back, my Takaba Akihito.
Xx Business as Usual xX
Omake
Toru swiped the key card and entered the hotel suite. Inside, three other men; all whom he regarded as family, sat on the comfortable sofa in the spacious living room.
"Toru, everything all right?" Kirishima asked.
The lanky guard nodded before taking his seat. "I've taken Kanzaki sensei home. Takaba sama's injuries doesn't seem serious but he has high fever. Kanzaki sensei gave him a jab and prescribed rest."
Ando breathed out in relief. "That's good. I'm glad he's all right." He sat on the sofa and rolled his shoulders. "I don't want to think what will happen to us if we can't find Takaba sama before midnight."
Suoh offered Ando a glass of brandy. "The last time Takaba sama was taken by Mikhail, Asami sama emptied the entire round of bullets on Mikhail's informant."
"What happened after that?" Toru asked quietly.
"I had to hold Asami sama back," Suoh replied, loosening his tie. "The bastard didn't live past two shots but the boss went for the overkill."
Kirishima took his seat beside Suoh and offered a small smile. "That was the first time I saw Asami sama losing his cool."
Ando sat still, stunned. He turned to his partner. "Toru san, how can you remain so calm when Asami sama gave us until midnight to look for Takaba sama?"
"I didn't think," Toru admitted, "I was more concern looking for Takaba sama than thinking about the consequences."
Suoh chuckled, passing a glass of brandy to Toru. "You did good, Toru. You manage to pin point the exact location where Takaba sama got down from the bus."
Toru bowed. "No, I still failed to find him," he replied quietly. There was a moment of silence before he looked up at Kirishima. "Kirishima san, has Inspector Mori forwarded the attackers' particulars?"
"Yes," Kirishima answered, grabbing his tablet. He pressed a few buttons and passed it to Toru.
Toru's eyes widened slightly.
"Surprise?" Kirishima asked, just as Ando moved nearer for a closer look.
"They're the same punks we met a few months ago at the back alley near Sky Bar!" Ando exclaimed, taking the tablet from Toru.
"Looks like they didn't learn their lesson," Suoh said before emptying the glass with a single gulp.
Ando scrolled down the screen, staring at Koga's photo and particulars. "Koga escaped once. He should have kept his dirty hands to himself because I don't think Asami sama will forgive him so easily this time."
"What do you want me to do, Kirishima san?" Toru spoke again.
"Don't be rash, Toru. l will forward this information to Asami sama tomorrow. I'm not sure how the boss wants to deal with them but I reckon it wouldn't be simple."
"Can I request to be in the interrogation?" Toru asked.
Surprised at Toru's request, Kirishima nodded uncertainly. For a moment, Kirishima thought he had seen wrongly because the usually composed guard looked like he wanted revenge.
Owari
A/N: I hope the fight scenes were acceptable. To readers who were expecting lemon scenes in the chapter, sorry to disappoint you! I haven't decided what I want to write in the next chapter although I have thoughts about dedicating the entire chapter on Asami's birthday. It'd probably be a slice of life type of chapter; but I haven't made up my mind.
A/N2: Most of the chapters were written based on my fangirl fantasies, so forgive me if you found that they were repetitive, bland and/or boring. Business as Usual was originally published as a one-shot, so spanning the story into 26 long chapters might have waned out the originality.
I apologize for the mistakes as well. I know it's hardly an excuse to say that 'English is not my first language,' since authors are supposed to check their stories before posting but I do have difficulty with tenses. Not to mention I'm very careless when doing my edits. I am working on it so I can write flawlessly like other great Finder authors! And lastly, sorry for the long end-note!
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