VF FIC: ROYAL ENTERTAINMENT
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nharaPart 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Bonus
Part 6
Part 7
Fresh air brought Akihito out of his sleepy state; he still feels exhausted by all the events that had happened. But the boy was glad to go home.
Asami being the true gentleman; helped Akihito get into the limo. When he saw his partner in such a tired state; he decided not to molest the boy on their way home. The man sat half-turned, so the boy can conveniently lean on his chest and the photographer didn’t disappoint him.
Akihito leaned his back on the yakuza, so he was able to look out the window. The older man circled his arm around Akihito’s waist and laid it on the boy’s belly. It was a pleasant surprise for the photographer that nothing perverted followed. He only felt pleasant intimacy and warmth from his mate. This was a precious moment of calmness.
For some time both partners drove in silence, watching the play of bright colors of the nightlife. Each of them was busy with his own thoughts and feelings.
Asami had a rare moment of connection with his loved one; there is no need to do anything, other than to enjoy the feeling. The yakuza can appreciate such a bubble of peace and love, but he knew that both his and his partner’s nature would not allow them to remain in this state permanently. ‘Calmness? It would be boring, and there is no chance… With my wild cat… I always need to keep my eyes and ears open wide.’ Asami slightly smiled and kiss the top of his partner’s head.
Akihito, on the other hand was replaying the whole day events in his head like a movie in fast frame rates. It was a tiresome and busy day. ‘Now things will change’ Akihito watched the lights through the window. 'Asami... Which world do you live in? Which life do you have? Is there any place for light to pass through or is there only darkness? Will I be able to stand next to you? Am I strong enough for that? These masks... Have I ever seen or will see your real face?' All these questions just wore him off even more. The boy felt a kiss, he sighed and smiled.
"Are you tired?" Asami asked quietly.
"Yes... so many things happened in one day... exciting, but at the same time, such series of events made me very tired." The photographer said with the same quiet voice. "Asami? Did the Masquerade came to the end?"
"Hmm... It depends on, what meaning do you put in your question. If you are talking about the Masquerade, like the celebration in Sion, then my answer is 'yes'. It came to an end and the guests are leaving. If you are talking about the Masquerade; like the hypocritical life of which you spoke of before, then my answer is 'no'. A pair of torn off masks won't change anything." Asami said thoughtfully.
"I thought so. It seems, that everything turns out useless, isn't it? My goal is useless?" Akihito's voice was full of sorrow. "I had a goal, and there was a chance. I tore off a couple of masks, but... Why don't I feel joy? Why do I feel like I became one of them?"
"Hmm, I find it difficult to judge the futility. One human is too little to defeat world's hypocrisy. But you shouldn't underestimate yourself. Your small conquest certainly brought some changes." The yakuza pressed his mate closer to his body. "You are not like them and you are not like me... You're much cleaner, brighter, in some way naive. I do appreciate all of these in you, it helps me to see clearly. I like to see you this way. I want you to retain some of these qualities as long as possible."
"Cleaner, brighter and naive? I just ruined a family; how can I be the one you're talking about!" Akihito said in distress.
Asami understood; Akihito's euphoria was gone. His lover faced the realization of the events, in which he had participated. He didn't want the photographer to feel guilty. It just convinced Asami even more, that his boy is creature of light.
"Oh, is this all because you feel guilty towards Okamoto's wife?" The older man asked pausing.
"She was crying... I destroyed a family, no matter how bad Okamoto was as a person... It's me, who destroyed the family." The boy covered his face with both hands.
Asami took Akihito's palms and lowered them down, turned his lover's head, so they were able to look at each other. The photographer was on the verge of crying. The yakuza kissed the boy lightly on the lips and sighed. The man helped Akihito to sit cozily on his lap, so that his partner could put his head on his shoulder or chest.
"You don't have to be so worried about that. You shouldn't blame yourself. Don't be deceived by crocodile tears." Asami said quietly, wiping one tear that rolled down from his mate's cheek
"Wha..? What are you talking about?" Akihito frowned.
"I'm talking about the fact, that Okamoto Suzuki isn't so unhappy, like the way you had imagined her to be." The older man paused, and when he saw that he had caught the boy's full attention, he continued. "More than a year ago, Okamoto Takeshi decided, that his way is going into politics. He started to establish appropriate meeting with people, who may be able help him to get there; tying the necessary connections, he started to actively participate in social activities and so on. He decided, that there is a need to look more attractive to his voters. And one way to do so, is to hide an evident abundance of his personal property, therefore he began to gradually rewrite the ownership to his wife's name."
"But the fact that she owns his property, doesn't change anything." Akihito retorted.
"Tch-tch-tch... Akihito... It changes a lot... Only a rare person can resist the temptation. I'm willing to put a hundred thousand yen to the fact, that Okamoto will get the divorce papers on Tuesday or Wednesday and not one day later. Believe me, as richer the family becomes, the divorce papers takes longer to be prepared. Family properties should be included. Three days... That’s the fastest for Okamoto's case. Something tells me, that these papers had been prepared for quite some time already, but there had been no chance to use it. Okamoto Suzuki's greed has reached the stage, where she wants to get the maximum from the situation. The best way to get what she wants, is to convict her husband of infidelity. Just as this woman said; she suspected her husband of it, but there was no concrete evidence..." Asami shrugged.
"And I have so kindly provided her with it..." Akihito finished the sentence for the yakuza.
"Yes, you did." The older man replied.
"What a fool I’ve been..." Akihito sadly said. "Everywhere there is cheating... but she was really crying..."
"Okamoto Suzuki before her marriage was an actress, not very well known, but still. As for me, I'm grateful to you, if you will take this as a little consolation. Your intervention helped me to save a lot of money." Asami smirked.
"It's not comforting!" The boy snorted. "The world full is of masks... There's the world of hypocrisy from other side..." Akihito pointed at the window. "...and I'm not even sure about this side too..." The boy whispered.
"Yes, Akihito, we are all in disguise, even you are..." Asami placed his fingers on his lover's lips to prevent his objections. "Shh, in one way or another we all have a masks, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to survive in this world. Some may have ugly ones, others more beautiful. All masks are different, but they are masks."
"Why don't people want to take off their masks?" Akihito asked thoughtfully and quietly.
"There are many reasons, Akihito... So many different reasons for it..." Asami muttered. "Once, when I was student, I stayed at my French friend's home." Asami began. "I couldn't sleep and took one book to read. It was some kind of book with multiple fantastic's stories."
"That French person was your lover. Don't try to downplay the circumstance." Akihito intervened.
"Heh, you may say so." Yakuza grinned. Akihito nodded to himself, pleased that he was correct.
"And now you decided there is a need to tell me about all of your lovers?" The boy muttered irritably.
"We don't have much time, so I will be able to tell about them all." The older man teased. "Don't interrupt and I'll get to the point."
"I get it, so the book... What so special about this book? I never thought you would ever be interested in reading such type." Deep in his mind, Akihito has understood, that the story is worth listening to, since the older man decided to tell it. 'It is rare, that he tells me something on his own...'
Asami looked at his mate reflectively. 'There no way I will ever tell you, that with my previous lovers I would always stay awake the whole night... That I wasn't able to sleep so close with any of them... And it had been that way, before you came into my life. It’s only with you that I can fall asleep freely.'
"There was one story, that caught my attention. The title was 'La Planete aux sept masques'. Asami made a pause.
"He?? What is with the name?" Akihito felt confused.
"Well, the closest translation will be 'Planet of the seven masks'. In this story the Planet have seven moons of different colors. There was a city with seven gates with the same colors as that of the moons. In this city lived a nation, which wore masks also with the same seven colors." Asami spoke quietly. The big curious eyes stared at him without looking away, completely enthralled with his description.
"Was it also a world full of hypocrisy?" Akihito asked.
"No, quite the opposite. It was a world without wars and misery; this world has achieved everything and froze at this stage." Asami said, running a finger on his mate's lips.
"Then why to put on the masks?" Akihito slightly tilted his head to the side.
"Each mask means a request. Purple Mask asks for solitude and peace. Emerald one asks for knowledge. White one is a death wish. Golden one is a request for love." Asami said, watching the slightest change of emotion on the face of his mate. "Here in our world of hypocrisy each mask also has a purpose. What mask will be depend on our emotions and desires. Greed, envy all engenders an ugly masks."
"Hmm, I see." Akihito stilled, thinking about what he had heard. "So is it impossible to defeat hypocrisy?"
"You're talking about a global phenomenon. It's not possible to overcome it all alone. Also not everyone will want changes, so there will always be resistance. People almost can't refuse their desires. Currently, we all are playing in one main game, aka 'royal entertainment'." Asami continued with calm voice.
"The main game? 'Royal entertainment'? What does it mean? What is this play about?" Akihito was puzzled.
"Akihito, the main 'Royal entertainment' is weaving of intrigues." Asami answered.
"Weaving of intrigues?" Akihito repeated slowly.
"Yes, weaving of intrigues and manipulation." Asami confirmed. "The best players are the people, who subsequently make global decisions and take global control."
"Are you a good player?" The photographer unexpectedly asked him.
"Who knows..." The yakuza widely and enigmatically smiled in response, then kissed his mate on the forehead.
The conversation stopped as soon as the limousine stopped in front of the penthouse. After a couple of minutes, a gorgeous couple walked into the building.
'Royal entertaiment' epilogue: The future horizons Part 1
* * *
As soon as the limo stopped, Suoh came to open the door for the yakuza. Asami got out of the car, and gracefully offered his arm to the boy. Akihito was pretty tired to be indignant about the fact that, Asami treated him as a woman, so he didn't make any vocal complaints.
The concierge's jaw dropped at the sight of the lovely woman accompanying the most dangerous occupant of this apartment complex. Kojima Hiroyuki have worked here for over a year, and the woman's presence puzzled him a lot. Now, he wasn't sure about the status of the young man, who definitely lived with that yakuza-looking man. Kojima watched their behavior all the time. He concluded that the cohabiting men were lovers. And now here was a woman, and the way this man held her by the waist left no doubt in their intimacy.
The concierge tried to find an explanation to this, but his mind circled around two options. The first variant is that yakuza is cheating on the younger man. 'By the way I have not seen Takaba-san today. Hmm.' Kojima realized. The other option; the presence of the women could only mean one thing; today, there will be a threesome orgy in the penthouse. The man was pleased with his second hunch, but to his regret, he wasn't invited to participate.
Kojima stood up as the outstanding couple was approaching closely; he then bowed in greeting. He didn't dare to straighten up until man and woman passed him. All he could do at the moment is to bow down and throw envious glances.
The look directed at the boy in disguise caused an unpleasant shiver from Akihito. The boy grabbed his partner's hand tightly and pressed closer to yakuza's side.
These glances also didn't go unnoticed from Asami, so he pulled the boy to his waist and kissed him deeply. The concierge looked with hungry eyes. The yakuza broke the kiss as soon as the elevator doors opened. The Crime Lord gave a very cold and warning look at the man, before they went inside the elevator cabin.
While the pair rode up, the photographer tried to resent his partner's behavior, but the man only had a smug smile. The yakuza decided to interrupt his mate; so as to change the subject.
"Akihito, I want you to take day off on Friday and don't plan anything yet until Wednesday, just in case." Asami said after a pause.
"Uh, why? I have a job to do! How the hell will I get the money?" Akihito protested and looked into the lover's eyes.
"I have a meeting outside of Tokyo and it looks like I have to stay there for the weekends, if nothing changes. I want you to accompany me." There was a little bit of annoyance in Asami's voice.
"Where to? Is something wrong?" The boy's face expressed concern.
"It's nothing you need to worry. I have some business to attend." The yakuza replied calmly and unemotionally. The photographer slightly relaxed.
"Then what is the reason for me going there with you?" Akihito said, snorting.
"You will warm my bed and be my pillow. What other reasons do you need?" the yakuza decided to tease his ferocious kitten. Akihito's eyes narrowed. The man sighed. "You'll like that place. You can even take beautiful pictures, if you promise not to take unnecessary ones. So you may call it a small vacation."
"You're going to work there!" Akihito pouted.
"I promise to make it up to you." Asami smiled gently. It was a disarming smile that transforms the normally stern-faced yakuza.
The opportunity to take pictures caught the boy's attention, but further attempts to draw out from the yakuza the exact location of the trip wasn't successful.
* * *
Both Asami and Akihito were pretty busy from Sunday to Thursday; that they almost didn't crossed with each other’s path even at home. Just a quick kiss in the doorway; a funny note laid near covered dinner for the yakuza; a little heat and a hug at night when the older man did get to bed.
The yakuza held some meetings with Takamura and his son; entered into several shady underworld deals and a few legitimate ones. Each meeting was replaced by stacks of papers, which Kirishima thoughtfully provided him. The reports were followed with other meetings and so on. Asami tried to do as much work as he can to free a few days for the trip without worrying about his businesses at Tokyo.
On Sunday, Akihito was awakened by a call from his old friend. The man had an accident and injured his leg on the way to the wedding, where he was supposed to be the photographer. Akihito has agreed to replace him and shot out of the bed to get ready. He was grateful, that Asami allowed him to sleep without perverted molestation as soon as they got home. The yakuza was pretty exhausted himself; so he just scooped up his mate, and they both fell asleep right away.
Once Akihito got out of the bathroom, he saw as Asami pulls out one of the expensive suits, which man bought for him earlier. The photographer didn't have time to fight back and to look for something else, so he started to put on the offered pants. The yakuza helped with his tie; said that Suoh was waiting for him downstairs, kissed him and went to the bathroom to start his own day.
Akihito saw Suoh leaning against a BMW near the entrance to the building; the bodyguard helped the young man put the camera's equipment in the car. Once Akihito sat next to him, the guard handed to surprised photographer, a small package of juice and a sandwich. The young man was about to refuse, but his stomach chose exactly that time to rumble. Akihito blushed with embarrassment. Suoh just smiled knowingly and started the engine of the car.
On Monday, Akihito was correcting some photos; in the afternoon he was working on an article, which editor allowed him to write about the new photo gallery. The young man was surprised, when Okamoto's wife materialized near the desk he occupied in the office of the publishing house.
The woman asked him to provide her with photographs of her husband's infidelity, so she will be able to start the divorce proceedings. Akihito lost all sympathy towards the woman after the talk he had with Asami in the car. The photographer decided to gamble and exchange the photos for an exclusive interview. He wagered that his editor would be pleased with an article about the divorce of a budding politician; who was also known as a successful managing director of one of the famous companies.
Okamoto Suzuki thought for a moment; weighed the situation and since it's completely played into her hands, she agreed. The woman placed one condition, that the article will be released not earlier than Wednesday; referring to her wish to give the divorce papers to her husband before this.
Akihito secretly was glad, that he didn't make a bet with the yakuza, when a man offered to put one hundred thousand yen. As always Asami was right, and of course the poor photographer didn't have such amount of money.
On Tuesday, Akihito took pictures of the festival at a local school, and in the afternoon accompanied a reporter for the opening of a new French cafe. The young man tasted as many sugary products from presented range as he possibly could. In the end, Akihito bought two of the most liked pieces of cake for himself to take home. On his way back Akihito dropped by the publishing office, where his editor encouraged him with double bonus for an exclusive news about the divorce of a well-known person..
On Wednesday, the photographer spent the whole day on an outdoor advertising shoot; then editing and selecting suitable photos. When Akihito returned home, he saw a reversal of the morning newspaper with article about Okamoto, which his lover left for him to see. Akihito immediately dialed Asami's number and asked, if the older man liked it.
Yakuza chucked, but said that interview was good, although it provided a man an unpleasant call from Okamoto shortly in the morning. Akihito immediately began to worry. But his lover has assured, that there were no problems. He was thankful that Akihito prudently used the fake name. As for Asami himself, he can't be held responsible for Okamoto Suzuki's desire to bring this situation publicized.
On Thursday, Akihito was also quite busy. The day started pretty early with taking photos of a marathon, which was attended by elderly people. The photographer felt hugely embarrassed, when after an hour of running; he stopped out of breath and one the granny gave him water, patted on his shoulder, and when she continued to run the marathon, she told him to catch up. Akihito returned to penthouse drenched with sweat, took a shower, and up to four in the afternoon he worked on the photos from the Sunday's wedding.
A little later, Akihito received a call from Kou, who offered to meet up with Takato in a cafe. The young men had fun discussing the events of the masquerade, avoiding embarrassing moments for everyone. The photographer arrived home at eight, made dinner for his lover, took a bath and drifted to sleep as soon as his head was inches from the pillow.
Asami awakened his mate at ten in the morning and said, that the young man only has half an hour to have breakfast and get ready to leave. Akihito quickly tossed things for a couple of days in a backpack, and headed to the kitchen. To his surprise, the yakuza have prepared a traditional Japanese breakfast, which the photographer ate with great enthusiasm. Asami as it turned out is a good cook.
* * *
So friday morning had caught Akihito together with Asami in the elevator, while they both were going down to the parking lot.
The yakuza stood leaning against the wall with closed eyes and folded arms. There was a small travel bag near his feet. The photographer was standing near the opposite wall. His backpack was filled with change of clothes and was hanging on his shoulder. A small camera bag dangled from Akihito's neck.
Even now, Akihito still have no idea as to where they were going.
The older man deliberately avoided the photographer's questions about the place for their trip; successfully switching the conversation to another direction. After several attempts, the young man stopped trying.
Kirishima and Suoh met them in the parking lot; both standing near the limousine. The assistant quietly spoke with Asami, and then gave him a folder with documents. A guard, who was also the driver, put Asami's bag and Akihito's backpack in the trunk and opened the door for a young man to climb inside.
"I wish you a successful trip, Asami-sama." Kirishima bowed, the same time the yakuza sat down next to the photographer in the car.
"Hmm? Is Kirishima-san not coming with us?" Akihito asked in surprise, seeing as his lover's assistant headed to towards the elevators, while the limousine started to leave the parking lot.
"No. He is looking after everything in my absence." Asami said, looking down at the papers in the open folder, which he received earlier.
"I see." Akihito sat silent for a few minutes, and then continued. "Asami? Are you going to tell me, where we are going or not? I would like to know before we get there." Akihito made a last attempt to find out, but he actually didn't expect an answer.
"We're going to the neighborhood of Atami city." Asami answered, never taking his eyes from the papers.
"I see." Photographer replied absently.
Asami smirked still reading the papers. Small cogs and gears would soon fall into place in the young man’s head, and the yakuza was waiting for the interesting reaction that for sure would shortly follow, after his lover would realize that he actually got a response. Asami's eyes carefully watched his mate's face. 'Yes, that's it!' Akihito's eyes widened and his head turned as fast as could towards his lover's direction.
"Atami? Why is it Atami?" Akihito's eyes sparkled with curiosity, which the yakuza was so fond of. The boy almost jumped up and down on the spot engulfed with his excitement.
"Hmm ... If I tell you to see the sights, would you believe me?" Asami tried steadfastly not to smile and to pretend that he was reading the paper.
"No!" Came the reply. "Try it again!"
"Hot springs?" Asami smiled, now looking at boy's direction.
"Hmm. I like this idea, but something tells me that's not the point." Akihito crossed his arms and squinted slyly.
"So you don't mind the hot springs, we will stay there longer, if we have time." Yakuza grinned and went back to reading the papers.
"You still haven't answered the question." Akihito puffed out his cheeks.
"I'm afraid you'll have to find out about it when we get there; at least I did tell you the destination." Asami turned the sheet of paper he was reading.
"Here we go again. Avoiding..." the photographer sighed. "Do you intend to read the reports during the whole trip?"
"Hmm. Akihito, are you suggesting to entertain me?" Asami's lips widened into a broad predator smile and he turned his amused glance at his lover. "I know the perfect way to take your time for most of the trip."
"Sit where you are, pervert!" Akihito shrank on the door, opposite the direction from the yakuza. "You've only got one entertainment in mind. I would rather, prefer you to read a boring report; I have things to do on my own." Akihito waved with game console in front of him.
The yakuza relaxed, but didn't attack the victim; there is always a next time. 'But it's so nice to tease.'
"This isn't a report, it's your adoption papers." Asami said, tilting his head slightly to the side, watching the reaction of his mate.
"What? My adoption papers?" The photographer swallowed. The boy's eyes were all expanded and huge like saucer-cups. Asami could see all the emotions stirring in them. Bright sparks and flashes of fear, wish, love, confusion, uncertainty, desire, and many others that even he, couldn't identify or name.
"Yes. You will sign them when we get to the place." Asami held out his hand to the young man’s face and ran his thumb over his lower lip, watching the movenent. The man abruptly withdrew his hand closed my eyes and when he opened them, he looked straight into Akihito's soul. "But, will you in fact sign it?"
Akihito looked into his mate’s eyes, who allowed him to look and see his own bare emotions; among of which was the love, the need, also the uncertainty and the fear. Akihito only smiled gently; moved closer to the man and kissed him tenderly on the lips. And his partner responded with the exact same tenderness. This wasn't the kiss, which they usually shared in moments of passion; not the usual hungry desire and savagery, Here, it was only tenderness and love.
"Of course. Who am I without you? Just half of a person." Akihito broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against Asami's forehead, looking straight at his lover. The yakuza smiled his rare genuine smile that filled his eyest sparks of life. Through time Akihito leaned back on the chair. "In any case, what is the the reason to sign papers in Atami? I could sign them at home."
"The reason Akihito, is that I'm not the one who is going to adopt you." Asami said, slowly enunciating every word.
"What?" Akihito's shocked face turned towards his lover.
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19/8/13 23:00 (UTC)*bites fingernails waiting for more*
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Excellent work!! "Big hugs"
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20/8/13 12:33 (UTC)but Who will adopt Aki? Hmmmmmm..@_@
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