VF FIC: ROYAL ENTERTAINMENT
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nharaPart 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Bonus
Asami's body tensed as he have felt, that Akihito stood up from his throne. Photographer clearly intended to run away from him, and yakuza didn't like it.
Boy turned around and motioned, that he was going to join to his friends, as if he felt focused attention coming up from his mate. Older man nodded permitting. His lover rolled his eyes in the perturbation, but apparently refrained from his usual tirade, that would attract too much attention to him.
Asami watched after retreating figure of his boy. He was experiencing a very strong desire to send to the Hell upcoming meeting with Okamoto. Yakuza would gladly have followed after his mate in a seductive dress. Boy really looked very feminine in it. Older man could just imagine the way Akihito's ass was moving, judging by the movement of a fluffy skirt. 'Damn, I need to focus! Or I won't have no other choice, then to drag him into my office...'
Asami returned his gaze to a group of men and their companions, who expressed their admiration for the masquerade.
"Asami-sama, your dancing with a young lady in blue was impressive! But I have thought, that you would be accompanied by Okamoto-san today..." One of his business partners said, and the others nodded in an agreement.
"Okamoto-san? Why would I?" Yakuza was already rather annoyed by the rumors, that the senior Okamoto have dissolved.
"But there are the rumors about the an Omiai and wedding with Okamoto Inoue-san..." Another business partner continued, but Asami decided to stop him.
"Oh, Okamoto-san has found a partner for his daughter? I have a meeting with him today. If it's so, then I have to congratulate him with the upcoming wedding. Far as I know he was concerned about the search for some time already. I hope he found a suitable match for her. I certainly will direct a gift to the wedding."
A group of people looked rather puzzled.
"But..." The first man was about to protest.
"Excuse me, I have to go." Asami slightly bowed and walked away from the group.
Yakuza headed to the bar to exchange a few words with the bartender. Asami appreciate good employees and his head bartender of Sion Club was one of the most valuable sources of information. After checking stocks and last rumors, he went through a club hall, while making stops here and there welcoming visitors.
Asami has always been honest with himself and knew, that now he was just stalling for time, not wanting to go to this stupid meeting.
"Asami-sama, Okamoto-san is worried by your absence. Meeting was scheduled immediately after the Show, and he is waiting for half an hour already." Kirishima's words just confirmed his previous thoughts. "Should I cancel an appointment?"
Yakuza sighed.
"No. I think it's time to end this theater of the absurd. Better to do it today and faster." Older man started to walk towards private rooms. "Kirishima, how much will we lose by stopping business with Okamoto in your estimation?"
"Hmm, I think about ten and a half million per a day. If we would be provided with Takamura-san's contract and begin to work with them through the week, then we can get minimal losses from eighty to one hundred million yen." Kirishima hesitated a little. "Sir, I would recommend you do not break the contract first, as per the contract initiator of a breakup is obliged to pay fifty million yen at a time."
"Oh, yes, I remember this is your favorite part of the contract. You always write it in a small font. Do not worry. Hmm. So, it will be from eighty to one hundred million yen... Quite a lot, but there is nothing to be done about it. I want you to cut orders from Okamoto's company in proportion with new supplies. The contract doesn't say anything about compensation after reduced orders and turnover."
"Indeed. I understood, Asami-sama." Assistant replied bowing.
In a minute Asami came to a private purple room. This room is often used for meetings or for playing cards. There was a rectangular table in the center. His assistant specially ordered to be left only four chairs. They should have been positioned in a way, that three one standing backed to the door and one on the opposite side.
Kirishima opened the door for his Boss and followed him inside. The guards have positioned themself on either side of the room entrance absolutely ignoring two of Okamoto's bodyguards.
* * *
Akihito looked as his friends with girls went to the stairs leading to the dance floor. He calmly finished his 'Margarita' and put the glass down on the table with a clang sound.
"Suoh, I need to know the right time to go inside. Maybe I can watch them from the security room? Or I know there is a room, where you can watch the other room through the glass..." Akihito said, looking at the guard with anticipation.
"I'm afraid I'm not allowed to let you into the room of video surveillance. Asami-sama is in a room where is no double mirror." The guard replied with a slight appology bow. Akihito grimaced in displeasure. "But I think I can ask Kirishima for help, he is accompany Asami-sama."
"Okay. Do it." Akihito sighed.
Suoh pulled out his phone, which looked very miniature in his hand. The man quickly typed a message with large fingers, and a minute later got a response.
"It's okay, he will write, when will be good time. Takaba-sama, please, follow me. It is better to be closer."
Akihito stood up, adjusted his skirt and followed the bodyguard. Photographer afar saw Asami's guards on either side of the door and a couple of other unfamiliar ones in a few of steps near.
Akihito slowed.
"Suoh, will we have no problems to get inside?" The boy asked hesitantly.
"Asami-sama ordered to all his guards to protect you, if you are at risk and so you need protection. If Okamoto-san's security tries to grab Takaba-sama, there will be left no other choice to us, but to prevent it and protect you." Suoh said quite calmly, but the the same time photographer heard how a guard crunched his knuckles.
"Hmm... Why does it looks like you don't even mind, if they have tried to grab me." The boy muttered.
"Well, last week was quite busy. I didn't have time for training and sparring, so it's a good chance to stretch my muscles." Suoh shrugged.
"I see. Maybe you will consider options to train me in self-defense. I don't think, that Asami will be against it." Akihito said, without looking at the security guard.
Suoh glanced at the boy.
"On the one hand it would be nice to teach you, how to repel attacks. So I will less drive you to the hospital. On the other hand, you're going to apply the techniques on us too." The guard calmly spoke.
"Oh, yes! You know me so well. I won't be able to refuse myself in such pleasure." Akihito grinned.
Suoh smiled and looked at the beeping phone.
"It's time. Kirishima wrote, that Boss has reached the boiling point."
"Well then, let's go." Akihito walked to the door. "We can't let him wait for long."
A pair of Okamoto's security guards tried to stop the photographer, but one Suoh's eye movement and the guards at the door quickly prevented any attempt.
"It's a pity for you, Suoh. You wasn't able to participate." The boy said, stepping over unconscious body of one of Okamoto's guards on the floor. Photographer quickly opened the door to the room. The force of opening was so strong, that it banged loudly against the wall and bounced back, that the guard needed to held it, so it didn't slam back at the boy.
* * *
Okamoto and his wife turned around at the sound of the opening door. The elder man tried to smooth his discontented expression. Asami decided to ignore it and went to the only chair on the opposite side. Kirishima in his turn has positioned himself on the right end of the table against the wall. Another second later the waiter came and put the glass of brandy and an ashtray in front of yakuza.
Asami took out a cigarette and lit it without asking the permission of those who were present. Okamoto's wife wrinkled her nose on a cigarette. Yakuza ignored the reaction. Narrowing his eyes, he turned his attention to an elderly person. Asami silently took another puff.
"What did you want to discuss with me Okamoto-san? What is it so important, that couldn't even wait for another day?" Asami decided to break the silence firing rather large cloud of smoke at the ceiling. Okamoto wife shifted on her seat in discontent.
Okamoto himself decided not to draw attention to the fact, that his wife doesn't like cigarette smoke, and therefore decided immediately to lay his line of conversation and in the process down a peg from this arrogant man.
"A! Asami-san! At last you have found time for us. This wasn't polite from you to make us wait for so long." Okamoto slightly bowed and said, using a fatherly preachy tone.
"I am the host of this masquerade. It is my duty to be present most of the celebration among the guests. Kirishima probably offered you another date for the meeting, because I can't devote much time to anybody in particular." Asami said, showing a slight annoyance in his voice.
"Oh! But you spent a lot of time with a woman in a blue dress. I should note, that dance was pretty shameless." Okamoto muttered. Asami's eyes narrowed. "In any case, it does not matter now. You are here. Allow me to introduce to you my wife, Okamoto Suzuki." An elderly woman bowed her head a little. "And my daughter Okamoto Inoue."
Young woman bowed her head slightly stronger, than her mother. She looked up straight to a man's eyes in front of her. Okamoto Inoue held her gaze for a couple of seconds, then lowered it and after straightened. Asami suggested, that she probably considered it, as a very sexy gesture. Woman sat up so straight, as if there was inserted an iron pond inside of her. Inoue obviously tried to show, that she was educated in all best kinds of Japanese tradition for a high class lady.
"Your wife and daughter are dressed inappropriately. It was quite clearly written about dress-code on the invitations." Asami noticed, looking straight into Okamoto's eyes and absolutely ignoring presented women.
"Uh, yeah probably. But I couldn't let my daughter and wife to dress so vulgar." Okamoto said, inclining his head nervously. "I decided, that they will look much more appropriate in the circumstances in the Japanese Aristocrat's kimono."
"I don't care, what you have decided. But one thing is clear for me, that you have shown disrespect to one of the requirements of this masquerade. Your family have put on improper dress-code. Kirishima, I want today's guards at the entrance were fined for not performing their duties correctly." Yakuza said without looking at the assistant.
"Yes, Sir." Kirishima bowed his head.
An elderly man gulped slightly and decided to change the subject quickly.
"Asami-san, but they have quite a suitable dressing for an Omiai." Okamoto said, looking straight into yakuza's eyes, but whose eyes were completely unreadable for an elderly person.
"As far as I know, Okamoto-san, an Omiai usually held in special 'tea rooms' and not in the clubs at night. Well, at least I have to congratulate your daughter, that you find her a suitable partner. Be sure, I will send a wedding gift." Asami didn't avert his gaze. "Still, Okamoto-san, why have you insisted on meeting with me today, if you have other plans?"
"Asami-san, I think it was obvious. An Omiai is between my daughter and you." Also, not taking his eyes th old man replied. Eyes were fighting for dominance.
"Oh, how interesting. I'm hearing about this at the first time. I haven't received an official notification or an invitation of the an Omiai. And believe me, if I got it, I would immediately rejected it to avoid confusion." Asami leaned back in his chair, extinguishing the rest of the cigarette in the ashtray.
Asami saw by corner of his eye, as Kirishima got the message. Yakuza watched, that after reading it his assistant smugly smiled. Kirishima wasn't usually expressive. The only things that could cause such smile were 'completed quarterly accounting books', where he was able to avoid a lot of taxes or they won another case in court. Kirishima purposely didn't look at the boss. Asami was intrigued by possible meaning of this. 'Hmm, strange... What do you glossed over, Kirishima?'
"Asami-san, you do not understand something. This is not actually a request, but a requirement." Okamoto also leaned back in his chair. "If my company will stop working with you, your losses will amount to more than a hundred thousand yen per a month at least."
"Okamoto-san, your company isn't the only one with whom we can work." Yakuza said quite calmly.
"Oh, you see, Asami-san, yesterday our company completed the last merger with a company that can cover all your needs. It mean, that if we stop to work with you, you will lose all suppliers. I made sure of it." An elderly man triumphantly summed up.
"Hmm... I see. You want to end the relationship with my company." Asami lit another cigarette.
"Not necessarily, you only need to marry my daughter." Okamoto shrugged slightly.
"And you think, that I'm willing to sell myself for the sake of the contract?!" Asami looked thoughtfully at the man in the opposite chair.
"Well, why you put it as a sell out?! You still have to get married one day. Your boy will not be able to provide you with the heir." Okamoto acrimoniously smiled. "Oh, yes, I know about your lover. Strange, that he isn't here today. It just means, he is not so important." The old man confidently continued.
Kirishima saw as the fingers of one Boss's hand nervously, as if he held back the last effort not to grab the gun. He knew quite well, that nobody can insult Takaba an live. Assistant quickly sent a message to Suoh, and began to pray that the events won't become fatal.
"I think, that I still will dare to refuse your offer of an Omiai, Okamoto-san. You for sure don't know with whom you are dealing." Yakuza of the last forces tried to utter calm, and do not give way to his anger.
"Then..." Okamoto began, but was interrupted by bang sound of the door, when it slammed against the wall. The elder man and his family jumped in surprise at their places and turned around to look at the interrupters. Asami took a quick glance at the calm and smug Kirishima's expression, then turned back to the entance, raised eyebrow and smirked, looking at the figure in the doorway.
The appearance of his partner was spectacular. All pomp threatened to end in failure, when the door bounced off the wall and was about to slap the boy's nose. Suoh had put his hand on the door to stop it in time to the relief of yakuza.
Akihito made a couple of steps inside. Asami could clearly see how boy was scared and tense. The pupils of his eyes were widened, heavily breathed. Asami had studied his mate's body language pretty well, so it weren't any problem to understand boy's condition by one look.
"Asami!" Akihito has collected all his will in a fist to sound confident and demandingly.
"What is it?" Yakuza replied calmly and relaxed. He was surprised himself to find out, that indeed his anger subsided as soon as his personal whirlwind burst into the room. He felt himself as tamed kitten, who was stroked by his owner. 'Heh, who would have thought... Even the lion is just a kitten next to his mate.'
"You said you will come soon! I'm tired of waiting! So went to look for you!" Akihito made surprised eyes feignedly. "Oh, I'm sorry! You do still have meeting!"
"Yes. Still. Come here to me and help me to solve the dilemma." Asami took more relaxed pose on his seat. Akihito went to the yakuza and stood, turning to face people in other side of desk. Senior Okamoto's eyes narrowed, and his daughter watched with obvious hatred.
"What's the dilemma?" Photographer asked.
"To begin with, the man in front of you is Okamoto Takeshi-san. Next to him on the right side is his wife Okamoto Suzuki-san and on the other side is his daughter." Akihito slightly arched eyebrow. Asami did specifically represent a young woman without name, and it was very rough, as if he was talking about an empty place.
"It is very nice to meet you, I'm Aki!" Akihito gave a slight bow in the direction of three one. Bowing allowed to hide insincerity in his facial expression.
"Now... Okamoto-san insists that the meeting is an Omiai between me and his daughter." Asami has spoken.
"Hmm? An Omiai? But you didn't get any official notifications, no?" Akihito tried to look puzzled.
"No, didn't get any." Asami answered calmly.
"Oh! You have mistaken!!! Ha-ha!!! That's it!" Akihito said and nodded in agreement with his own words. Asami felt of deja vu. It was the same phrase and behavior, that he had seen today earlier from Akihito's friend Kou. The boy apparently deliberately chose this line.
"Hm... What exactly didn't I understand?" Asami tried not to smirk.
"Okamoto-san probably meant something else. Am I right?" Akihito addressed towards the elderly man.
"I do not understand, what you do mean. I would ask you to leave the room, so we can continue with an Omiai!" Okamoto demanded.
"But you can't insist on an Omiai with Asami." Akihito's voice changed his tone, and became like the feline purring, as if the predator began to talk with his victim. Asami felt a wave of excitement, Akihito sounded and looked very erotic.
"Why is that?" Okamoto was outraged.
"Hmm... You see, I do not think that Asami is planning to divorce soon. And his wife for sure will be against it. She is quite possessive."
"Asami-san is married?" Okamoto said, taken aback. All three members of Okamoto's family have had very surprised facial expressions. "But he's living and seeing a man! He can't be married. I'm sure of it..." An old man muttered.
"I never said that he was married to a woman." Akihito shrugged.
"Who are you?" Okamoto intensely watched Akihito.
"Oh, how rude of me. I have to introduce myself correctly." Akihito stepped closer to Asami from the left side. The boy circled yakuza's neck with his right hand and hanged it from his mate's shoulder, so that the ring was visible for Okamoto family. "I'm Asami Akihito. It is nice to meet you." The boy made small nod with his head.
Asami has experienced an unprecedented wave of satisfaction, as soon as Akihito has introduced himself with Asami's family name. 'Oh, yes! It should be like this, and no other way!' The same time Asami knew the game of his partner and decided to support it. Man took a glass of his brandy with his ringed hand and took a sip, deliberately showing matching ring. Three pairs of eyes stared at their hands.
Akihito would be very surprised, if Okamoto so quickly surrendered. In all the time that he had watched this old man, there was no time when this man would let his meat to be extraction from his teeth. Although Akihito could argue with the thought of yakuza been meat. His lover was far from it, but the elder man obviously didn't know, that Asami isn't a regular businessman.
"All the same, it doesn't change anything. Asami will marry my daughter or else I will cause him problems, so he will get a big losses." Okamoto decided to attack aggressively. "You can not give birth to his heirs, he'd have to marry a woman pretty soon. And your relationship is immoral!" An elderly man almost growled at the end of phrase.
Akihito felt, as Asami stiffened. His mate have clearly had intention to protect him from humiliation. Photographer squeezed his lover's shoulder a bit, stopping the attempt.
"If I were in your place I wouldn't speak about morality, Okamoto-san. I believe that my relationship with my husband has much more moral, then your behavior and the behavior of your daughter." Akihito still kept purring tone. This tone made yakuza to picture before his eyes a big cat playing with a mouse, and the boy was not a mouse. Okamoto narrowed his eyes and swallowed.
"How can you say that!" Okamoto's wife outraged. "My husband is a respected man! He is a successful businessman and public figure, participates in charity! And my daughter isn't involved in anything! Don't you dare to insult them!"
"Yes, It's you, who need to dress up to be with a man openly! Such relationships are disgusting! They have no future!" Inouye supported her mother.
"You see Okamoto-san, you are probably either very naive woman, or you just cover them up." Woman gasped with indignation, but Akihito didn't give her chance to insert any word. "Noses of your husband and your daughter are all in fluff and their closets are full of skeletons. Probably I have to break their hypocritical masks for you. Kirishima, do you have a package with you?"
"Yes, Asami-san." The man bowed and took out a thick brown package, which he passed to Okamoto's wife.
"What's that?" Elderly woman sounded troubled.
"The truth." Akihito said. "Open it and see the truth."
The woman opened package and went over pictures with shaking hands, slowly at first, then quickly. With last pictures tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"What is it? It isn't true!... Tell me! Is it fake?" The woman apparently could not decide, where the truth lies. She wanted to believe in her family innocence, but seems that the seeds of doubt have long ago taken root in her heart.
"This is absolutely real photos. I'm a professional journalist. This is below my dignity to produce fake photos. Your husband has a weakness for minor children. Once a week, he is sure to allow himself such an orgy. I didn't notice, that your daughter really struggled and had an aversion, when your husband actually provided her for sexual services in the name of the signing contracts. And you're still going to talk to me about morality? " Akihito was pretty ruthless. Asami felt an irresistible desire and arousal, he really liked this predator's nature of his mate.
"I see. Thank you for opening my eyes." Broken elderly woman was sitting in front of Akihito and he didn't felt any satisfaction, that he was the cause of this. "Takeshi-san, I'll send divorce papers within a week."
"Suzuki It's all lies and falsification!" Okamoto tried to justify himself.
"I have suspected for a long time already. I didn't want to believe in this possibility. But... I can't live with this feeling anymore. I won't be able to forgive you, that you have involved Inoue in this. Asami-san, I ask to forgive me, but I have to leave." The woman stood up, bowed and walked toward the exit.
"Ryuichi..." Akihito whispered. Asami knew, that exactly this situation was worth to Akihito. The photographer was very kind and sensitive to the plight of others. Yakuzda nodded in the direction of an assistant, who for a moment left the room to dispose of transport for the Okamoto's wife.
"You, You bastard! Look what you did!" Okamoto almost jumped up from his chair, but Suoh prevented a try.
"The truth often brings pain." Akihito said sadly. "You are the original cause of this situation, no need to shift the responsibility on me."
"Even if you will publish these photos, I will protest them as fakes!" An elderly man was seething with anger.
"Of course you will. With sufficient amount of money, you can get any publishing house to make a public apology before you." Akihito went on quite calmly. "But it won't allow you to bleach yourself fully. The stain on the reputation isn't easy to erase. It is mostly disadvantageous situation for your daughter."
Okamoto's daughter grew pale at a time, when her mother saw all the photos. She never thought of the consequences, when she agreed to the demands of her father. Now there won't be a family, and if the photos will be published, her life was over. She sat and listened in silence, would be able her father to defend her life or not.
"What do you mean? Don't you dare to threaten her!" Okamoto growled.
"I'm not threatening her. Simply consequences of publication of these photos for your daughter much more catastrophic, than for you. Even if you will be able to protest them." Akihito spoke in a very calm voice. "You see, Asami always prefers the highest quality in everything. I dare to assume that all respected and wealthy men not too differ from him. Asami doesn't like the 'public toilets' the most." Akihito paused. "And that's exactly, what you've turned into your daughter. Even small negative rumors can hurt the reputation of women. You just can imagine yourself, what explicit photos can make."
Okamoto's daughter began to cry, her father's eyes widened in comprehension.
"Okamoto-san, I think the terms of our contract will remain the same, and my company won't have problems with delays in deliveries. With slightest problem from you, these pictures will be sent to all the respected publication." Asami summed up. "And now I have spent a lot of time on you. Please, leave the room."
Suoh and Kirishima took the hint and hurried remained Okamoto's family.
"Kirishima, make sure, that they left the building. And... disable the security camera in this room." Asami said in purring tone, placing Akihito on his lap.
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29/7/13 04:53 (UTC)Hope to read more updates soon k >_
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Good job. Good work. Good story.
Will wait for more!!
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30/4/14 23:23 (UTC)Aki is a "personal whirlwind" and Asami finds himself a "tamed kitten who was stroked by his owner". LOL.
Good idea to disable the security cameras.
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2/5/14 11:06 (UTC)Yes, Akihito has power over very dangerous predator, who may eat from his hand.