VF FIC: ROYAL ENTERTAINMENT
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'Royal entertaiment' epilogue: The future horizons Part 2
"Wha?! What do you mean you are not one? Then who? Why?" Akihito gasped, felt confused and shocked, his expression changed into a wounded one. "I thought you're going to marry me." The last sentence was barely audible, but the older man still heard it. The boy turned his head away, but yakuza turned his face back, so they were able to look at each other. Asami's hand cupped his lover's cheek, and wiped the lone tear that fell using his thumb.
"Of course, I'm going to marry you. You shouldn't have any doubt in this." Asami frowned.
"But... But you just said..." Akihito tried to say.
"I just said that your adoption papers, will not be signed by me. One way or another, you will become the member of Asami family and be my wife." Yakuza soothingly said.
"But who will sign documents then?" The boy hesitantly asked.
"The head of Asami family, of course." Came the simple reply.
"Ehh? Why?" Akihito asked. He felt as though that he was standing under a waterfall and the heavy flowing water will break him causing him to fall into the abyss.
"Hmm... I'm too young to have such an overage son." Asami tried to make a joke, but seeing that the subsequent reaction is likely to be negative, so he decided to explain. "This will allow you to become a full-pledged member of our family and clan, with much greater rights and opportunities, but it also comes with a set of no small duties and responsibilities. I believe, that you will be able to cope with this. Though all of this will bring big changes in our lives." The man paused. "But that's not all."
"Not all?" Akihito decided to clarify, seeing that his partner is concealing something.
"That is just one of the conditions I got from the family head, when I asked his permission to include you into the family registery. I can only guess the reasons, but it's not definite if they are true. Better not to clog our heads with this for now. I'm sure, we will find out about reason after arrivel to Atami." Asami said with a sigh.
"One of the conditions?" Photographer asked hesitantly.
"Yes, one of the few ones, I got. Don't bother with this. They relate mostly just for me." The man smiled sadly.
"But..." Akihito was going to resent and insist that this seems to involve him also, and avoiding speaking with him will only worsen the situation.
"Aki," Asami looked into the lover's eyes with almost pleading look. "I will tell all you need to know and maybe even more if the need arises." The man closed his eyes, trying to get together, and when he opened them, it was already looking with more familiar look but still tender one. "I promise to ask your opinion about any of my decisions toward you."
Akihito nodded. Asami has promised, and the photographer knew one thing for sure, that whatever happens, the older man will without a doubt keep his word.
"Who is he? I mean Asami's head of the family." Akihito lowered his head and stared at his hands, afraid to look up.
"Who is he? Hmm... The first of all, the family's head is my father. What kind of person is he? Complex and a multifaceted one. Akihito, you shouldn't expect him to be so tolerant with your words and actions, as I do. Also you don't have to be blindly afraid of him. Be yourself, but I hope that you will try to hold your explosive temper and will filter your words." Asami slightly turned toward the photographer. The boy puffed out his cheeks, but he didn't resent as now it was the smallest of his problems.
"The head of the family is your father..." Akihito looked up, but still didn't look in the direction of the yakuza.
"Yes, Akihito. My father. You know, I also have a father and a mother, as well as you have." Asami said with a small smile.
"As I have..." In the next moment the photographer froze. Asami saw how photographer's face became pale and the pupils expanded, almost completely covering the iris.
'Shock.' The yakuza thought. 'What are you so afraid of?'
"I also have a father..." Akihito said unemotionally, looking in the direction of the yakuza with unseeing eyes.
"Akihito." Asami gently and loudly called for the boy, but it had little success. Then he gently cupped his cheek. The boy flinched, and his look regained consciousness. The photographer looked down. In his mind he felt as water flow of imaginary waterfalls has covered over and took him to fall into the abyss in fear. "Akihito, can I assume that you didn't tell your parents about us? And the fact, that you agreed to marry me?"
The boy laughed nervously. His face was all the same pale, and photographer nervously twirled the console in his hands.
"Ha-ha... somehow I didn't have time..." Akihito nervously rubbed the back of his head, but was not very successful in hiding his nervousness. "I'll tell them all about this later."
Asami rubbed a bridge of his nose and sighed. 'Damn! This isn't good.'
"Akihito, a decision about signing adoption papers is not something to tell later..." The older man lifted a folder with documents. "...That is also concerns your family. You should have talk to them."
"I was scared." The photographer said quietly. "I I picked up phone like twenty times, but every time it rings I put it out because I'm scared." The younger man looked at him with wide eyes.
"Will your parents be against our relationship?" Asami slightly tilted his head and his eyes became unreadable again, it’s as if Asami shut everything that he had opened for Akihito.
"I don't know. Mom and Dad are not aggressive against gays. But I don't know, what their reaction would be towards me. It's perceived differently, if you heard about something like this from others or you have to face with this in your own family." Akihito said.
"What are you going to do, if they perceive our relationship badly and will be against it? Will you leave me to please your parents or go against their wishes? What are you going to do?" Asami looked into his lover's eyes, although he was in a storm of emotions, nothing showed on his face.
"I don't know. I don't know, Asami." The photographer shed tears.
Asami pressed the intercom.
"Suoh, a little change of plans. Our the first stop will be in Yokohama." Yakuza said, as he heard the click of the connection.
"I understand, Asami-sama. We'll be there in an hour." The driver replied and communication was disconnected.
"Why?" Akihito looked for a partner.
"Because we can't go to Atami, until we settle all matters here." Asami reached up and wiped the tears from his lover's cheeks. "We will face whatever happens there together. Akihito, you probably don't quite understand the consequences or don't fully assessed the situation. The misunderstandings now could lead to bigger problems later. I'm afraid neither I nor you can afford that."
"What a misunderstanding are you talking about?" The photographer asked.
"Hmm..." The yakuza ran a hand through her hair.
"Did you remember, when I told you about the game which everybody play?"
"Yes, you called it 'Royal entertainment' ..." Akihito said, sniffling.
"Um, yeah. You see, Akihito, someone chooses to play it on his own, while others simply have no choice. From the birth I was destined to this fate, it's not that I'm against it. As in each game there are also own levels and rates, that grow proportionately. As you know, the higher you climb, the more you can lose. " Asami paused and looked at his lover. Akihito was listening to his surprise. "A month ago, my father asked me to take his place in this game here in Japan. He said something like 'it's time for new generations come to replace the old ones'. Moreover, he imposed on me a number of conditions for taking his offer. One of it was to settle down with one partner and get married. He even offered a list of possible candidates. High-class women; all born in well-off families." Asami chuckled.
"And you?" Akihito swallowed.
"It was quite surprising, but as soon as I rejected the proposed options, father asked me if I have someone in my mind. You see, he is a man who don't ask, but who demand, so it was kind of surprising when he asked. You know, the ever-changing partners are a big risk, as it is for life and loss of information." Asami said and lit a cigarette. "I said that there is indeed a partner with whom I live for more than two years. It wasn't surprising that family head knew about you."
"Wha? Did he knew about me?" Akihito looked up and swallowed. "He's... What did he say?"
"He asked me what I intend to do about you." The yakuza said. "You see nor your status, nor your job, nor your position in my life..." Asami was saying slowly at the same time making a gesture with his hand at each word, so a cigarette has left the smoke trail.
"...does not suit your family." The photographer finished for him. The young man's heart ached painfully. "Then why this farce with the wedding?" Silent tears ran down Akihito's cheeks.
Asami stubbed out a cigarette and pulled lover into his arms.
"Yes, you're right. I got exactly the same comment. But you see... Lawless Heart..." The man sighed, then smiled and kissed his mate on the head. "I would prefer a wild cat instead of a perfectly trained dog. I would rather hug you, even though you always wear a wiped jeans and gives me a lot of troubles, than embrace the most sophisticated woman who follows my every word."
"Hey! My jeans are all right!" The boy protested. Asami chuckled at the remark.
"Yes, yes..." Asami sighed, and then his face was completely serious. "The Asami's family head gave me a condition that he would agree to include you into a family registry, if you agree to marry me. However, he made it a condition that he sign the papers after a personal conversation with you."
"What about does he want to talk with me?" Akihito swallowed.
"I believe he will ask whether are you sure with this decision, as after the adoption papers are signed, your life will change dramatically." Asami suggested.
"What do you mean by change dramatically?" Akihito looked into the eyes of his lover. Asami saw as fear and indecision arose in their depths.
"Do you realize that by becoming an official member of Asami's family you are no longer be able to engage in criminal photography?" Asami asked slowly.
"Why?" Akihito said, not quite understanding.
"It's like going against the family. Besides, I'm not sure that after the official announcement of your new status, the police will welcome you with open arms. Also you would no longer be allowed to get yourself in life-threatening situations. And that include those situations you got into going after your target." Asami carefully studied any changes in photographer's behaviour.
The realization swept over the younger man, a pain expression showed on his face. He never really thought about the consequences. He loved his profession, but ... 'Asami also a part of my life...'
"Yeah... you're right..." The young man said quietly.
"Akihito, if you sign the papers, it's a one-way road. It would be impossible to go back to how things were once you sign the papers..." The yakuza watched as the boy lowered his eyes and stared in front of him trying to understand what was said.
"I never really thought about this." Akihito said seriously.
"I see." The man paused, took and deep breath and quietly said. "Call your parents and tell them that you're coming to visit them and talk. You have two options. The first one is to talk to them by yourself at the beginning. I'll give you half of an hour. The second one is to talk with them in my presence. It’s your choice. After that you will decide whether you will stay in Yokohama, or you will go on with me in Atami. Akihito, I’ll accept whatever your decision would be. One more thing..."
Akihito looked up toward his lover, as the silence lasted long. The man's eyes were squinting and photographer noticed that the yakuza swallowed. When man opened his eyes, they were very sad. Asami ran his hand over his partner's cheek, then dropped his hand down.
"The family head has also put another condition on you for me. If I come to Atami alone, I'll be obliged to marry a suitable candidate, and never see you again. If I break this promise, then you will be killed." Akihito's eyes were like saucers, when Asami said this. "Akihito, in Yokohama, you'll have to make a choice, you stay with me, or we'll never see each other again."
"They'll kill me... I... you... not together..." Akihito had no other words.
Asami leaned his forehead to mate's forehead and whispered. "Call your parents. And while on our way, think over what I just said; what do you want to do and what sacrifices are you ready to make."
"Why do I get feeling that in this situation I will be only one who have to sacrifice something..." Akihito wispered back.
"..." Asami did't said anything to this. "Will you make a call?"
Akihito nodded and asked for water. After drinking half of the content and having spent half a pack of napkins to blow his nose and wipe the tears Akihito dialed his parents' house number and with a hoarse voice said that he would come to meet them soon.
Akihito's mother has free day this Friday, she worriedly asked are there anything happened. His father promised to get back back home for couple of hours. There were any serious assigments so he just had time today, and once his son has had a serious conversation he would meet him at home.
Both were silent during the remainder of the ride. Asami was smoking and reading documents which Kirishima put in advance in the car. Akihito went over the conversation he had with Asami. All the recent events reminded him of a kaleidoscope and the film scrolling at high speed. The scenery outside the window pass by and with each minute bring him closer to his hometown.
* * *
Forty minutes later, a limousine pulled up to the photographer's parents' house. Asami put aside his papers and looked at his lover, who still was lost in thoughts .
"Akihito." Yakuza called cautiously. Photographer eyebrows furrowed, as if he had an internal dialogue. The man decided to try again. " Akihito... We're here." The young man turned sharply his head at him, blinked a few times, and when his brain took the information turned back to look out the window.
Akihito saw the door of the house, but didn't attempt to go out and even move. The yakuza waited a moment, then decided after all to break the silence.
"Akihito, will you go alone or do I go with you?" Asami asked calmly, though emotions were raging inside. The photographer was unpredictable in such a state. On one hand, the older man liked him this way and felt excited, but at the moment the reason for their presence here brought only fear of the unknown and fear of Akihito's rejection.
"Hmm... It makes no sense to sit in the car." The younger man started. "In any case, you will come not now, but later, and in any case my parents will ask about you, when they would find out. Only could you be less... Um..." The photographer hesitated inciting words.
"To be less than what?" Asami raised an eyebrow and said with teasing tone.
"Less powerful... and less mocking..." The young man went on, ignoring lover's teasing remark.
"Don't worry. I'll be a good boy." Asami assured. Akihito turned to look at his lover with narrowed eyes and doubt. The older man just widely grinned. Akihito sighed and reached for the door to get out of the car. Asami stopped his mate by the arm, pulled him closer and kissed gently on boy's lips. The yakuza had a straight serious face, when they parted from each other. "You don't have to worry about this." Akihito nodded.
The young man confidently walked to the door and immediately opened the door, which was unlocked.
"I'm home." Akihito shouted into the house.
"Ah, Aki! I'm at the kitchen! Come here!" Very cheerful female voice answered back. "Aki, Are you sure that you don't have any problems?"
"Mom, I 'm fine. No problems!" The photographer said, taking off his shoes. Asami followed suit as soon as the young man offered him slippers.
"Aki, are you sure?" A woman's voice insisted. "You usually don't visit us often, especially if it's not a holiday. If you come in time like this, then often you do have problems. You called me an hour before and here you are. Suspicious!"
Akihito ran a hand over his face. Asami smirked.
"Mom, I said that I have no problems... " Akihito said, with a touch of exasperation and walked into the kitchen.
Woman was wearing in breeches, shirt and apron, stood with her back to the door and was cutting something, while occasionally distracted to stir the contents of the pan, standing on the plate.
"Oh, you do always say the same thing. 'No problem...' and then..." Akihito's mother gestured with a knife and at 'no problem' changed her tone of voice, mimicking her son. "...And then it turns out, do have one. How do you usually say? Ah, yes! There is just 'a situation'. And before that? Our policeman neighbor often led you home after some of your 'adventure'. Can you imagine, how embarrassed I was?”
"I was still in middle school " The photographer outraged.
"And you never changed..." The woman murmured, place the knife down, turned and hugged her son "Hi, sweetie! Oh, my... Why didn't you say, that you are not alone!" Akihito's mother blurted out, when she saw Asami at the kitchen door, then blushed.
The woman was short, with a beautiful appetizing figure, short chestnut hair. She had mixed blood and this can be seen by a glance, even if Asami didn't know this fact originally. Akihito got from her a eye color and hair color from her blood line. There also were the same sparks as photographer's in her eyes, which immediately caught the yakuza's attention.
You didn't even give the chance to say a word!" Akihito replied indignantly. "Let me introduce you to each other. Asami meet my mom, Takaba Yuna. Mom, this is Asami Ryuichi's... he is..." The young man hesitated.
"I'm his... friend." The yakuza finished the sentence, and smiled with one of his the most charming smiles. "It is nice to meet you, Takaba-san." Asami slightly bowed.
"Hence all the same trouble..." The woman muttered. Asami raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You look more like trouble... His friends are all same careless guys like him. You're something else."
Asami smiled. He liked this woman.
"I can assure you, that Akihito was behaving well lately, so trouble isn't the main reason for his visit." The yakuza said. Akihito narrowed his eyes in the lover's direction, flushed with indignation, but the man didn't let him to say anything. "By the way, you have something boiling behind."
"Ah, right! Curry!" The woman screamed and turned back to the stove, lower the flame and again stir. "You know, when Akihito called I immediately had two versions of the causes and issues respectively. The first one, what into did Akihito get involved this time?"
"Hey!" The photographer outraged. "I did said that everything all right!"
"You always say the same thing, so we don't worry. And then you come and say 'Hey, there’s this situation...' Aki, you're our son, your father and I worry about you." Takaba Yuna said without turning around.
"What is the second cause, Takaba-san?" Asami asked.
"Oh, absolutely absurd!" The woman smiled and waved her hand from the idea, as if she tried to brush off the flies.
"And yet? I would love to hear." The man insisted.
"I thought, that this time Akihito might finally decided to settle down. That he came home to tell uss that he had decided to get married." Akihito's mother laughed. "It’s absurd, isn't it? My son is like his father, until he won't be taken by the collar, he won't marry just anybody. I thought, that I should ask for an Omiai for him. Just recently there were several offers."
The woman felt as though it became unusually quiet behind her. Her son would usually immediately reject the idea, but now there is just an unusual bubble of silence. Takaba Yuna slowly turned around and saw her son frightened, pale and wide eyed and the attractive man was looking directly at her.
"Um... Aki? What is going on?" She started to say in indecision.
"I think you won't be able to achieve much from him at the moment." Asami took a quick glance at his lover and sighed. A man came up to his mate, directed him towards the chair. The young man immediately flopped on one.
"Asami-san, what's going on?" The woman looked at yakuza with worry. "Please, explain to me."
"You're very a perceptive woman, Takaba-san. I congratulate, you hit the jackpot." Asami said quietly.
Akihito's mother looked puzzled for a few seconds. She went through the previous conversation and her eyes filled with awareness.
"Wha? Akihito decided to get married? Are you kidding me?" Takaba Yuna cried out in surprise. Akihito swallowed. Asami nodded once.
"What? Aki is going to marry?" There was a surprised male voice from the door. Asami turned around and saw his lover's father.
The man was as the same height as Akihito, wiry figure, black hair and dark eyes. As well as his lover man put on worn jeans and had camera bag .
"Ah! Welcome home, dear! As far as I understand Asami-san, Akihito's really going to get married. But... I don't understand why he has such reaction..." Takaba Yuna turned toward her husband. "Please, meet my husband Takaba Takumi. This is Akihito's friend Asami Ryuichi-san."
"It's nice to meet you, Takaba-san." Asami bowed slightly toward the newcomer.
Takaba father's eyes widened when he heard the name, but the man quickly gotten over the surprise so as to not scare his wife.
"Asami-san... huh... That explains the limousine in front of the house. What did Akihito got involved this time, Asami-san?" The man asked with a sigh.
Takaba Takumi was a photojournalist at a local newspaper, he mostly worked with social issues, but didn't close his eyes and ears against criminal news, especially considering the specifics of his son's work. The name he just heard from his wife’s lips, was familiar to him and knew about the rumors that have been circulating around the man.
"What makes you think that Akihito in trouble?" Asami raised an eyebrow. Akihito was silent and scared to even move, he knew that his father may know who his lover is..
"Your presence here has made me think so. What does such..." The elder Takaba paused choosing a neat word. "...'influential' person in different areas as you have to do with the photographer who mainly specializes on a certain kind of photos."
"Akihito is a very talented young man with wide interests. Maybe you wouldn't really like the reason of my presence here, but I can assure you, I'm not here to hurt your son." Asami looked straight the man's eyes as he spoke. Akihito's father nodded.
"I see. I heard a lot about you, and one of the facts is that you're a man of words you give." The senior man replied, not looking away. Asami nodded in silent agreement.
"Um..." Takaba Yuna didn't quite understand what was happening. "Let's all of us sit down at the table and continue the conversation over the tea. I can't wait to hear more about marriage! Akihito, who is she?" The woman was already preparing tea and serve the table.
Asami sat down next to his lover. The elder Takaba took the bag into the other room and returned without his jacket and sat down at the head of the table, when his wife already was pouring tea into the mugs.
"So, Aki... Please, do start from the beginning." Akihito's father said quietly and grabbed a cookie from the plate, which his wife also put on the table.
* * *
Akihito thoughts were filled with panic. He took several deep breaths, made a small sip of tea, which his mother set before him, glanced sideways at Asami, but he didn't look up at his parents.
'What the hell! I jumped from the roof of the building, I dealt with the Mafia bosses from different countries, I even shot and had been shot! It was really scary! Why the hell am I afraid to tell my parents that I sleep with a man!' Akihito cursed himself. 'The first step is always scary, isn't it?'
"You see, it's not that easy... Things are much complicated..." Akihito began to speak. His mother tilted her head to the side in anticipation, and his father raised his eyebrows with question expression. Akihito took another deep breath in and blurted out. "The last two and a half years, I'm in a relationship with a man."
Akihito squeezed his eyes shut in fear. A minute later without getting response the young man opened one eye and then another one.
"Hmm." The answer came from Takaba Takumi.
"Oh!" Takaba Yuna said, then turned toward her husband and poked him in the shoulder. "I was right! You owe me a trip to the onsen!"
"Aki, why did you have to say about it today? Weren't you able to wait until next month?" Akihito's father was puffed his cheeks and propped irritably one with his hand. "This month I wanted to buy a new camera, and now have to buy the damn trip to the onsen!"
Akihito dumbfounded shifted his gaze between the parents.
"You're not surprised..." The boy muttered.
"Well... your father and I have thought about this opportunity." Akihito's mother shrugged her shoulders and then she falsely puffed her cheeks. "Although I already unrolled my lip for the wedding. Such a pity."
Asami silently watched the unfolding amused show. 'Oh, yes! I like the Takaba's family! They will be a good addition in our midst, indeed. We won't be bored...' The man took a sip from the cup to hide a pleased smirk from his lover.
Akihito's cheeks turned red, he narrowed his eyes and looked like a bomb, which was ready to burst.
"You... you... you made a bet on me!" The photographer blurted. "You made a bet on my orientation! And you call yourself my parents!
"Well... I wouldn't call it quite a bet." His father made pensive face and tried not to look at his son. "It's hard to name this as bet when in case of the first person winning, he get something from this, and in a case of the second person winning, there are nothing happend, so each of them stay with what they have."
"It doesn't change the fact! You made a bet!" Akihito crossed his arms over his chest.
"Um... Well... Yes..." The elder Takaba didn't resist. "Asami-san, I dare to suggest that you are Akihito's partner, are you not? "
"Yes. I am." Asami said calmly. "Are there any objections?"
"..." The elder man didn't answer, but stared into the yakuza's eyes. "If Aki is with you, what is this about the marriage that my wife mentioned earlier?"
"I did propose to Akihito to formalize our relationship, the official way possible allowed by Japan's laws." Asami explained without taking his eyes off the older Takaba.
"What do you mean by 'formalizing'?" The elder Takaba narrowed his eyes.
"Through the adoption by Asami's family with all the rights." Asami said and Akihito looked down.
"What did Akihito say?" Takaba Yuna asked.
"Akihito accepted the offer." Yakuza looked at the woman. "He was supposed to sign the papers today."
"Was supposed to?" Akihito's father asked puzzled.
"Earlier Asami learned that I didn't tell you anything about the adoption, or about my relationship with him. He insisted that I first speak with you." Akihito said quietly.
"I see." The elder man shifted on his chair. "I need to smoke."
"I’ll join you, if you don't mind." The yakuza said, and smoothly rose from his chair.
Asami smirked when he saw Akihito's mother pelted her son with questions about their relationship, Akihito with red cheeks, flopped his forehead down on the table and groaned at the woman's persistence.
Takaba Takumi and Asami went out into the garden. Both lit a cigarette and stood in silence for a while.
"Asami-san, I know who you are. And I know what dangers await my son being with you." The older man said.
"So you're against it?" Asami asked.
"You know, my opinion in general doesn't matter. Akihito had lived alone and made his own decision for the longest time. If he loves you and you feel the same way about him, it's silly to fight fate." Takaba blew smoke into the air.
"You have heard about my family. I'm sure you do understand that as soon as he signs the paper there won't be turning back." Asami said softly, and blowed his own smoke into the air.
"You also have to realize that no matter what name he has, nothing will change the fact that he is my baby. We'll accept him anyway. I just hope you're not going to do anything against this fact." Takaba said cautiously.
"Takaba-san, if Akihito won't change his mind, he will be adopted by my father. This way Akihito becomes the rightful younger heir of the Asami clan. If something tragic will happen, he may become a full-pledged head of the clan." Asami paused and looked at the older man. "You have to understand, that if your son signs the adoption papers, you and your wife will automatically become members of Asami clan as well with all the ensuing consequences."
"And that's why you insisted that Akihito spoke to us first..." Takaba summarized.
"Yes, this is one of the reasons." The yakuza stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray outstretched by older man.
"Asami-san, do you love him?" Akihito's father asked, looking straight into the man's eyes.
"..." Asami didn't answer anything, but he met a man's eyes and allowed him to see more.
"Then I rely on you. I ask you to protect my child." Takaba Takumi turned completely to the yakuza and made a deep formal bow.
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12/9/13 02:07 (UTC)I love his mom!!! Betting on it!!! Perfect. He didn't say he loved aki but allowed to see it in asamis eyes
Thats so classy!!
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