VF FIC: ROYAL ENTERTAINMENT
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nharaPart 1
Part 2
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Asami took Akihito's hand in his and led him in the direction of his office. Boy blushed.
"You're wasting, while giving them permission to order anything. They certainly will take advantage of it." Akihito was trying to hide his excitement by facetious remark.
"It's okay, I think I can afford it." Asami turned his head with a smile in a photographer's direction. In a minute they entered the study. Asami went to the couch, sat down and patted close by place with his hand, so Akihito also acceded to him. Boy hesitantly took the first step, but then has come and sat next to a man, not knowing what to expect.
Asami with entire skin felt Akihito state, but he wanted to play his small game together with Akihito and therefore he decided do not tease boy. In order to defuse the situation he took relaxed position, stretched out his legs and leaned his head back.
Akihito was surprised by the unusual behavior of man, and this made him concerned even more.
"Asami, did something happen? Normally you'd rather not talk to me ..." Akihito didn't continue his phrase, but his red cheeks speak much more louder about possible end of it.
Asami chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess." Asami closed his eyes and rubbed them.
At this point Akihito looked close at his lover, and saw that man was tired.
"Are you feeling well?" Akihito without hesitate put his hand on man's forehead, checking his temperature. Asami opened his eyes and looked directly into the boy's one, do not trying to stop Akihito's attention. In secret he was satisfied with boy's move and he surely might have began to purr, if he was a cat. 'Jeez... I'm almost want to purr.'
"I'm all right, the last weeks have been exhausting." Asami smiled, and Akihito took his hand away. "Akihito, I need your help."
Photographer's shock and surprise wasn't limited, Asami smiled and took a sitting position and gently touched lover's chin, closing his mouth, which opened directly after Asami's request.
"Heee? Help?" Akihito looked at him with huge eyes. "Probably all the polar bears have turned into brown, from the fact that this day has come, when you need my assistance conditional."
Asami chuckled.
"Really? Sorry for the polar bears."
"Yes, I'm sure at least some of them indeed became brown, and no, you're not sorry for this fact. So... what help is needed?" Akihito couldn't hide his enthusiasm.
Asami was convinced, that his lover was looking straight into his eyes.
"There is one of my business partner and his family in a club today. More then once he insisted on Omiai with his daughter. Even though I have repeatedly refused, he is quite stubborn old man. And today, he brought with him a daughter, intending to introduce us anyway." Asami paused for a moment so Akihito did understand, what he was saying.
"Heh?! Just shoot him." Akihito blurted. Extended pupils of older man's eyes were the only thing, that showed a huge surprise to watchful people. "What?" Boy blinked. "He annoys you." Akihito crossed hand on his chest and pouted.
"Well, as I said before he is a business partner. If I shoot him, I have urgency to find a new supplier. The month-long delay has a negative impact on business and reputation." Asami chuckled. "But with his aggressiveness, I have recently thought about this outcome."
The boy dropped his hands and again began to wag a piece of skirt. He couldn't face Asami anymore.
"So it's mean... you're going to marry his daughter?" Akihito asked with a small voice. Asami could differentiate amongst the boy was feeling hurt with this thought.
"No, I have no such intention."
"But Omiai?" Photographer still wasn't looking to older man's face.
"I did hope, that you will help me with it." Asami said casually.
Akihito abruptly turned his head toward voice, but man didn't look at him. Asami's sight was sent directly forward, man's hands was locked together on the back of his head and the body itself was leaned back on the couch.
"You do want me to play role of your girlfriend?" Akihito narrowed his eyes.
"Yah, I do." Asami simply answered and turned his eyes to look at his boy. "Of course, you are already my lover, but in this outfit differently looks like my, as you have said, 'girlfriend'. I do hope you will 'woof off' them for me." Man wide grinned.
At the start Akihito became pink, with each second he became more redder. Asami mentally prepared, as realized, that photographer was going to explode, when boy reached tomato-color.
"Fuck you! I'm not your damn pet, to... to... woof off... your fans and their parents!!!" Akihito was standing in front of older man with clenched fists. "I'm not damn girl! It's all your fault, that I did have to wear this dress! I can't even to have fun time with my friends, because of your intervention. I just did hope to have good time this evening, I even was glad that you will pick me up after fun... but... but now I feel betrayed... that I don't worth anything, so you don't care, what I can feel about this." Akihito was now crying.
Asami's heart clenched with pain from condition in which was his precious boy and felt a guilt, that he really hadn't thought about the feelings of a person important to him.
Older man almost had forgotten, what shocked shape Akihito has stayed before, when boy's friend have learned about their relationship.
"I'm sorry, please, forgive me." Asami peppered light kisses over eyes, cheeks, lips of sobbing boy. Yakuza squeezed photographer in his arms, allowing boy to calm down. "I'll try not to be so selfish."
"As if you could." Asami heard throaty snort near his chest.
"During all their life people are learning different things, you also teach me little by little, and in your own way." Man continued thoughtfully.
Akihito has made an effort, having rested his hands in Asami's chest to unclench a little from the hug, and so he will be able to look at his lover.
"Am I?"
Asami smiled to big tear-stained eyes.
"Yes, you are." Yakuza kissed his lover on the lips. "I won't ask you to do this anymore."
"I'm sorry, Asami, I can't do this. Even, if I did... this... this would be so wrong." Akihito whispered against Asami's lips.
"Why do you think so?" Akihito felt confusion in Asami's voice.
Boy steped from man's closeness and came up to the panoramic window from which were visible colored lights of Tokyo. Photographer touched a surface of the glass with his fingertips.
"You see, this is all a masquerade." Boy said with a sad voice. "It is there in the hall, where we came from, it's down there among the bright lights. Carnival of hypocrisy." Akihito sadly smiled. "That's what I wanted to show with my pictures to everyone, that hypocrisy and masks are around."
Asami didn't like, where the conversation was going, and frowned.
"But everybody are in disguise. Someone have put them temporary, and someone have them on in a constant way. And the worst thing is almost no one wants to know the truth, because their own mask will be foiled also." Akihito looked sadly at his lover. "When this masquerade is over, I'll take off mine disguise." Akihito gently patted his skirt. "Even if today I'll appear as your girlfriend, tomorrow there won't be any girlfriend close by. And this man and his daughter will come back again. And if he doesn't, then the other would, and after other would followed by another. Asami, I can't change my nature and become a woman." A single tear rolled down on Akihito's cheek and he continued in a whisper. "I love you so much... I can't look at how each fathers and their daughters would ask for an Omiai and would come after you."
Asami's eyes widened as he walked up to his boy and kissed him, as if trying to get drunk. Man's heart beat with wild force. 'He is the one, no one else. My mate...'
Asami slightly let go of his control and allowed his feelings reflected in his own eyes, and looked staight at his boy's eyes. Akihito did understand everything, smiled, grabbed the man by the neck and began to cry.
Asami picked up younger man in his arms and walked over to the couch, where sat down with his burden.
"I already have a wife you may say, so don't I need a second one." Asami teased.
Akihito looked up with horror to a man.
"There is already..." Akihito did not know what to do, it hurt deep inside.
Asami realized that the boy's thoughts gone in the wrong direction. He absolutely didn't like photographer's wounded look, so took Akihito's hand in his and. The boy flinched.
"Of course I do, although we are not officially married. This person lives with me." Asami kissed the tip of the thumb. "Greets me, when I come back home," He kissed next finger. "Prepares me delicious food." Kiss to one more finger. "Keep an eye on the house." Next tip of finger. "Warms and shares my bed." Asami kissed his little finger and looked directly into boy's eyes filled with tears. "Only this person can stand near me." Looking directly into boy's eyes, Asami kissed vein on the inside of the Akihito's wrist.
"You mean..." Akihito could not finish. Asami gently wiped tears and kissed him on the lips.
"Of course, I do." The man smiled a sincere smile.
"Asami! I love you!" Boy hugged him tight. 'And I do love you too.' Asami turned boy's face to him for a deep kiss.
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Asami have parted from Akihito, he gently wiped boy's cheeks and set him on a couch near.
"I think that I have to do it right... hmm... No?!" Asami give photographer mocking look.
"Hm? What are you talking about?" Akihito narrowed his eyes, which widened in the next moment.
Asami slide down from a couch on his knees, conveniently placed himself between the knees of a young man on how many allowed fluffy skirt.
Asami looked straight into his mate's eyes and pulled out a small velvet box. When older man opened the box, Akihito put hand over his mouth in shock and big eyes looked between the contents and his lover.
"I, Asami Ryuichi, ask Takaba Akihito to marry me."
A myriad of emotions were running on young man's face. The boy swallowed and not trusting his voice furiously nodded in agreement. Asami made a gesture with his eyebrows, indicating that he wanted to hear all the same answer aloud.
"Hell, yeah, yeah!" Akihito shouted.
The man solemnly took the smaller size of a ring in the form of the crown from the box and put it on boy's finger. Akihito bit his lower lip and stared in disbelief on his hand. After a few seconds Asami put box with a second ring in photographer's hands. Yakuza stilled, waiting with slightly inclined head. Akihito realized, what man wanted from him, took the larger ring with trembling hands and put on it on finger of his lover.
Asami smiled, at first kissed Akihito's hand and then his lips. The boy grabbed him by the neck and deepened the kiss.
The phone rang on Asami's table after five minutes of kissing, man sighed, got up from the floor and answerd. There was his secretary on the other end.
"Asami-sama, Kirishima-san asked me to convey, that Takaba-sama's friends worried by his long absence." The woman began uncertainly.
"I see, tell them, that he will be in ten minutes. Masumi-san, I need your help to redo Takaba's makeup for a masquerade. You can came in as soon as you get everything you need."
"I understood, Asami-sama. I will come right away."
Older man turned to his mate.
"Your friends are looking for you. Now we'll return you in the proper look, and Suoh will make company for you to go to your friends."
"And you?" Boy said nervously.
"I need to make one call and speak to one business partner in the hall, then I'm counting, that you'll give me a dance." The man grinned.
"Can you dance?" The boy asked with a snort. "I want to see that."
There was knock and secretary came inside. Woman professionally and quickly returned to a boy proper look for party. Asami stared at the transfiguration. Akihito stood up, Masumi-san checked dress for him, bowed and left.
Akihito smiled and headed for the door too.
"Do not make me wait for long, Bastard."
Asami chuckled. After a moment Kirishima came into the office.
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"Asami-sama, Okamoto-san wanted to clarify about the meeting. Have I refuse him, as always? Also Takamura-san asked for a meeting about your recent business with him."
"I will meet Okamoto after the show in a purple private room." Yakuza answered.
Kirishima raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"Should I make sure of Takaba-san's presence?"
"No, I'll deal with this myself, I already rather tired of this old fart. Kirishima, I need you to look into the preparation of documents for Akihito's adoption."
Kirishima's eyes became huge behind his glasses, he swallowed.
"Pardon me, does Takaba-san know about this?"
"Hmm... I wonder, if he fully understood the meaning of what I asked him..." Man smiled enigmatically. Kirishima swallowed. "Kirishima, is Takamura's son in the same business as Okamoto?"
"Yes, sir. Their turnover isn't significant, but the company is stable." Kirishima adjusted his glasses.
"As soon as I will go downstairs, invite Takamura. I want to have a talk with him right away. Tomorrow I need a detailed report on the activities of his son's company, I think we will start to work in this direction."
"I understood, sir." Kirishima bowed and left to carry out orders.
Left alone Asami fished out his phone from pocket and quickly dialed number.
"Asami." The deep voice came from speacker.
"I agree at your terms."
"Hmm... then we are waiting for you and your boy next weekend, Ryuichi."
Telephone disconnected. Asami cast a glance at the panorama of Tokyo and went to the hall, where masquerade of vanity and hypocrisy speeds up to the apogee.
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Small bonus for you to envy. The look of rings! :)
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