Hi everyone! I'm so sorry that it t

Hi everyone! I'm so sorry that it took me ages to update this. I finally managed to think of something to write for this chapter, all thanks to Chret who gave me wonderful ideas in the review box. Thank you! To Nbsiren, thanks for hiding the plot bunnies under my bed! Lol

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Akihito sat at the back seat of Asami's BMW as Toru sped through the highway to Mainichi Shinbun, a local news agency Akihito frequented to get jobs. He woke up later than usual with his back sore after Asami was done showing off his sexual prowess the night before. As he dragged himself off the bed to the shower, he made a mental note never to use the word 'old' to describe the yakuza ever again. He stood under the shower and almost wept when the warm water soothed his sore muscles, making him feel somewhat alive again.

He had an appointment with the editor at 11 and he could not afford to be late or that opportunity seeking leech Mitarai would steal his job again. So when Akihito was dressed and all ready to move, he wasn't the least surprised to discover that the keys to his Vespa were once again missing from his jeans pocket. He swung the front door open and found his taciturn bodyguard standing stiffly at the front door with a few car keys on his outstretched hands. Already running late, he couldn't be bothered and merely picked one nearest to him.

"Takaba sama?"

Akihito tore his gaze from the window to look at Toru. "Yeah?"

"I received your schedule from Kirishima san a moment ago. It stated that you'll be going to Sion with Asami sama tomorrow."

"That bastard!" Akihito muttered softly.

"Takaba sama?"

"Yeah, I'll be spending my entire day tomorrow with Asami, yippee," Akihito replied sarcastically.

Toru kept his attention to the front. He couldn't think of a reason why his master would agree to spend a day at Sion with the boss. "Are you doing some work at the headquarters tomorrow?"

"I lost in a bet with Asami." Akihito sulked.

Toru took a quick glance at the rear view mirror. His master sat at a corner, blushing furiously while pretending to enjoy the scenery outside. It wasn't hard for Toru to guess what sort of game his master had lost.

"Did he give you any grief about my injury?"

"No, Takaba sama."

Akihito noticed Toru's knuckles had turned white from gripping the steering wheel. "He did, didn't he?" It wasn't a question.

"No, Takaba sama." Toru repeated again.

"I'll speak to him again tonight—"

"Takaba sama, I'm not lying. Asami sama didn't give me any –," Toru paused for a while, thinking for a suitable word before replying, " – grief."

Akihito leaned forward and poked Toru's cheek with his fore finger. "You're not a good liar, Toru."

When Toru didn't reply, Akihito leaned back against the leather seat and spoke. "Well, at least he didn't hurt you."

Not physically, Toru thought but decided to best keep that to himself. The events the night before were still fresh in his mind; he recalled hearing how his heart beat pounded furiously as he gripped the gun in his shaking hands before pulling the trigger. Toru hardly slept thinking about it.

"Are you coming with me tomorrow since I'd be accompanied by the great Asami sama?"

"Yes, but I will be assisting Kirishima san in his work."

Akihito perked up. "Really?"

"Yes, there's no need for me since you'll be with Asami sama the entire day."

Akihito slumped back. "Don't remind me, Toru."

The ride took less than 20 minutes and by the time they reached, Akihito was actually reluctant to leave the car, considering it was bitching cold outside. "Wait here," Akihito ordered Toru as he hugged his coat tighter before hurrying out of the car and into the warmth of the building.

He murmured a few greetings along the way as he zipped through the crowd of people before finally reaching the third floor where the editor sat in his small desk at the end of the room. Documents piled up on his messy table, the editor had his back facing Akihito as he read through some articles.

"Takeda san, what do you have for me?" Akihito removed his coat and draped it on the chair.

The editor swirled his chair around. "Takaba! Woah, "Nice coat," Takeda commented when he caught a glimpse of Akihito's expensive Burberry trench coat.

"Please tell me that you have a job for me or I'll have to survive on instant noodles this week!"

Takeda snorted. "Please, sell the coat. You'll make a tidy profit out of it."

Akihito groaned as he pulled a chair and sat on it uninvited. "Come on, Takeda san. Someone gave this to me, all right?"

Takeda looked skeptical at Akihito's lame explanation but didn't comment any further. He put on his pair of spectacles. "Good news, you have a job. Bad news, it's rather complicated."

Akihito leaned closer, interested. "How so?"

Takeda rummaged through the pile of documents, dropping a few pieces on the floor in the process. He finally managed to pull a single sheet out from the pile and handed it over to Akihito. It was a print out from an anonymous e-mail.

"Received this yesterday, the anonymous person witnessed the son of Diet member Oda Kyouchi, Oda Kyousuke involved in a gang fight. I did my own digging and managed to locate the hospital but the security is tight. If we could just get a shot of him lying on the hospital bed, we'll have our story. This is a huge scoop Takaba; no other newspaper has this piece of information yet."

Akihito grabbed the piece of paper and scanned through the printed text.

"You get to write the story if you get the shots."

Akihito's eyes sparkled. "You serious?"

"I'm not bull shitting, Takaba. You get the shots, you write the story. If that story made front page, you'd be paid more than your usual, interested?" Takeda picked up the mug of coffee, took a sip and almost spitted it out when he realized it was cold.

Akihito grinned. "Are you kidding me? Of course I am!"

The editor pushed the mug away, disgusted. "Great, try to get it before print time."

"Takaba sama, I think you better consult with Asami sama before you proceed."

Akihito jumped upon hearing the familiar voice and glanced over his shoulders. "Toru! I thought I told you to wait in the car!

Takeda raised an eyebrow at the perfectly dressed gentleman. "Someone you know?"

The bodyguard bowed politely at Takeda. "I am Takaba sama's –

" – Assistant," Akihito interrupted. He stood up and stepped on Toru's shiny leather shoes, warning him not to talk any further. If Toru were in pain from Akihito's not so subtle warning, he didn't show.

"Assistant?" Takeda looked at Akihito in disbelief. "You have an assistant and you claim you're broke? You must be fucking kidding me. And which Asami is he talking about; the one and only Asami Ryuichi?"

"Of – of course not! I don't know Asami Ryuichi personally. This guy's a bit slow and he doesn't know what he's talking about."

Takeda didn't press further although he wasn't convinced with the explanation. "Look, it's nearly noon. You have about eight hours before we send the story for editing and printing. Get your ass moving."

Akihito patted his chest and turned to leave. "Leave it to me."

"Takaba?"

Akihito looked backwards. "Yeah?"

Takeda grinned. "Learn to dress like your assistant. He is better tailored than the boss."

Xx Business as Usual xX

"Toru! You nearly blew my cover back there!" Akihito grumbled as he slid into the BMW.

The bodyguard's face remained impassive as he drove away from the building. "I apologize, Takaba sama. I thought it would be better if we consult Asami sama before receiving the job."

"Asami doesn't run my life!" Akihito sulked. "I am in charge of it and I have a job to do!"

And I have my life to keep, Toru thought. "Where do you wish to go Takaba sama?"

"NTT Central Hospital.

Toru glanced at his master from the rear view mirror. "Takaba sama, I mean no offense but I don't think you would be able to accomplish your duties without making certain preparations."

Akihito sighed. "I guessed you're right. I can't just walk in with my camera; the bodyguards will kick my ass out of the hospital."

"If I may; let me assist you. Please give me an hour, I can formulate a plan and get things ready for you."

Thinking he had heard wrong, Akihito leaned forward and spoke, "Did you just say that you will help me?"

"Affirmative."

The photographer raised an enquiring brow at his guard. "Why are you so willing to help Toru? What's in it for you?"

Still expressionless, the guard kept his eyes on the road. "Asami sama texted me and ordered me to bring you home before 10 pm tonight."

Toru let his master spew a long list of profanities before continuing, "I won't disappoint you, Takaba sama. Please, let me help you."

Akihito sat back, bit his lower lip and weighed his options. He badly wanted to turn Toru's offer down but the thought of receiving a fat paycheck from the story was far too tempting than keeping his pride. Akihito gave an exasperated sigh. "All right, but don't interfere. I got a deadline to meet."

"Thank you, Takaba sama. Please wait at the penthouse, I will make the necessary preparations and return in an hour."

Xx Business as Usual xX

"TORU! What the hell is this?" Akihito frowned when he strode out of the bedroom.

As promised, Toru came back within the hour, informing all necessary arrangements had been made and pushe

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Hi tất cả mọi người! Tôi xin lỗi rằng nó đã cho tôi cổ để cập nhật này. Cuối cùng tôi quản lý để nghĩ về một cái gì đó để viết cho chương này, tất cả nhờ Chret người đã cho tôi ý tưởng tuyệt vời trong hộp nhận xét. Cảm ơn bạn! Để Nbsiren, cảm ơn bạn đã ẩn các con thỏ cốt truyện dưới gầm giường của tôi! Không.Để tất cả nhận xét của tôi, cảm ơn bạn rất nhiều cho lời đề nghị, ý kiến và ý tưởng của bạn! Cảm ơn bạn để Thiên Chúa-d-e-ss vĩnh cửu, Asami của clown, Haruhi-kun, hawk 1891, raindropdew, CreedHartnet13, Sezthekitty, Pigyz-kun, anielle52, oosuan, FanofBellaandEdward, AsamiFanGirl, seeker88, Rewinsan, demianlunz và tataniastorm. Người đánh giá đánh của tôi: Nhara, cây xô thơm, Blueorchird, whitangel, Ana, Reinri13, knox, Megan, kaname143 và Alexis. Cảm ơn!Đặc biệt nhờ RiveReinStyx cho các phiên bản beta! Chương này sẽ không thể mà không có bạn. Cảm ơn bạn!Tuyên bố từ chối: Kính ngắm và các nhân vật nổi tiếng thuộc các sensei Yamane Ayano tuyệt vời. Tôi không kiếm được bất cứ điều gì từ viết tiểu thuyết fan hâm mộ này.Akihito ngồi ở ghế sau của Asami của BMW là Toru tăng tốc thông qua đường cao tốc để Mainichi Shinbun, một cơ quan tin tức địa phương Akihito thường xuyên để có được công ăn việc làm. Anh dậy muộn hơn bình thường với lưng đau sau khi Asami đã được thực hiện Hiển thị ra prowess tình dục của mình vào đêm trước. Khi ông kéo mình ra khỏi giường xuống vòi hoa sen, đã lưu ý tâm thần không bao giờ để sử dụng từ 'cũ' để mô tả các yakuza bao giờ trở lại. Ông đứng dưới vòi hoa sen và gần như wept khi nước ấm mịn cơ bắp đau của mình, làm cho anh ta cảm thấy phần nào sống một lần nữa.He had an appointment with the editor at 11 and he could not afford to be late or that opportunity seeking leech Mitarai would steal his job again. So when Akihito was dressed and all ready to move, he wasn't the least surprised to discover that the keys to his Vespa were once again missing from his jeans pocket. He swung the front door open and found his taciturn bodyguard standing stiffly at the front door with a few car keys on his outstretched hands. Already running late, he couldn't be bothered and merely picked one nearest to him."Takaba sama?"Akihito tore his gaze from the window to look at Toru. "Yeah?""I received your schedule from Kirishima san a moment ago. It stated that you'll be going to Sion with Asami sama tomorrow.""That bastard!" Akihito muttered softly."Takaba sama?""Yeah, I'll be spending my entire day tomorrow with Asami, yippee," Akihito replied sarcastically.Toru kept his attention to the front. He couldn't think of a reason why his master would agree to spend a day at Sion with the boss. "Are you doing some work at the headquarters tomorrow?""I lost in a bet with Asami." Akihito sulked.Toru took a quick glance at the rear view mirror. His master sat at a corner, blushing furiously while pretending to enjoy the scenery outside. It wasn't hard for Toru to guess what sort of game his master had lost."Did he give you any grief about my injury?""No, Takaba sama."Akihito noticed Toru's knuckles had turned white from gripping the steering wheel. "He did, didn't he?" It wasn't a question."No, Takaba sama." Toru repeated again."I'll speak to him again tonight—""Takaba sama, I'm not lying. Asami sama didn't give me any –," Toru paused for a while, thinking for a suitable word before replying, " – grief."Akihito leaned forward and poked Toru's cheek with his fore finger. "You're not a good liar, Toru."When Toru didn't reply, Akihito leaned back against the leather seat and spoke. "Well, at least he didn't hurt you."Not physically, Toru thought but decided to best keep that to himself. The events the night before were still fresh in his mind; he recalled hearing how his heart beat pounded furiously as he gripped the gun in his shaking hands before pulling the trigger. Toru hardly slept thinking about it."Are you coming with me tomorrow since I'd be accompanied by the great Asami sama?""Yes, but I will be assisting Kirishima san in his work."Akihito perked up. "Really?""Yes, there's no need for me since you'll be with Asami sama the entire day."Akihito slumped back. "Don't remind me, Toru."The ride took less than 20 minutes and by the time they reached, Akihito was actually reluctant to leave the car, considering it was bitching cold outside. "Wait here," Akihito ordered Toru as he hugged his coat tighter before hurrying out of the car and into the warmth of the building.He murmured a few greetings along the way as he zipped through the crowd of people before finally reaching the third floor where the editor sat in his small desk at the end of the room. Documents piled up on his messy table, the editor had his back facing Akihito as he read through some articles."Takeda san, what do you have for me?" Akihito removed his coat and draped it on the chair.The editor swirled his chair around. "Takaba! Woah, "Nice coat," Takeda commented when he caught a glimpse of Akihito's expensive Burberry trench coat."Please tell me that you have a job for me or I'll have to survive on instant noodles this week!"Takeda snorted. "Please, sell the coat. You'll make a tidy profit out of it."Akihito groaned as he pulled a chair and sat on it uninvited. "Come on, Takeda san. Someone gave this to me, all right?"Takeda looked skeptical at Akihito's lame explanation but didn't comment any further. He put on his pair of spectacles. "Good news, you have a job. Bad news, it's rather complicated."Akihito leaned closer, interested. "How so?"Takeda rummaged through the pile of documents, dropping a few pieces on the floor in the process. He finally managed to pull a single sheet out from the pile and handed it over to Akihito. It was a print out from an anonymous e-mail."Received this yesterday, the anonymous person witnessed the son of Diet member Oda Kyouchi, Oda Kyousuke involved in a gang fight. I did my own digging and managed to locate the hospital but the security is tight. If we could just get a shot of him lying on the hospital bed, we'll have our story. This is a huge scoop Takaba; no other newspaper has this piece of information yet."Akihito grabbed the piece of paper and scanned through the printed text."You get to write the story if you get the shots."Akihito's eyes sparkled. "You serious?""I'm not bull shitting, Takaba. You get the shots, you write the story. If that story made front page, you'd be paid more than your usual, interested?" Takeda picked up the mug of coffee, took a sip and almost spitted it out when he realized it was cold.Akihito grinned. "Are you kidding me? Of course I am!"The editor pushed the mug away, disgusted. "Great, try to get it before print time.""Takaba sama, I think you better consult with Asami sama before you proceed."Akihito jumped upon hearing the familiar voice and glanced over his shoulders. "Toru! I thought I told you to wait in the car!Takeda raised an eyebrow at the perfectly dressed gentleman. "Someone you know?"The bodyguard bowed politely at Takeda. "I am Takaba sama's –" – Assistant," Akihito interrupted. He stood up and stepped on Toru's shiny leather shoes, warning him not to talk any further. If Toru were in pain from Akihito's not so subtle warning, he didn't show.
"Assistant?" Takeda looked at Akihito in disbelief. "You have an assistant and you claim you're broke? You must be fucking kidding me. And which Asami is he talking about; the one and only Asami Ryuichi?"

"Of – of course not! I don't know Asami Ryuichi personally. This guy's a bit slow and he doesn't know what he's talking about."

Takeda didn't press further although he wasn't convinced with the explanation. "Look, it's nearly noon. You have about eight hours before we send the story for editing and printing. Get your ass moving."

Akihito patted his chest and turned to leave. "Leave it to me."

"Takaba?"

Akihito looked backwards. "Yeah?"

Takeda grinned. "Learn to dress like your assistant. He is better tailored than the boss."

Xx Business as Usual xX

"Toru! You nearly blew my cover back there!" Akihito grumbled as he slid into the BMW.

The bodyguard's face remained impassive as he drove away from the building. "I apologize, Takaba sama. I thought it would be better if we consult Asami sama before receiving the job."

"Asami doesn't run my life!" Akihito sulked. "I am in charge of it and I have a job to do!"

And I have my life to keep, Toru thought. "Where do you wish to go Takaba sama?"

"NTT Central Hospital.

Toru glanced at his master from the rear view mirror. "Takaba sama, I mean no offense but I don't think you would be able to accomplish your duties without making certain preparations."

Akihito sighed. "I guessed you're right. I can't just walk in with my camera; the bodyguards will kick my ass out of the hospital."

"If I may; let me assist you. Please give me an hour, I can formulate a plan and get things ready for you."

Thinking he had heard wrong, Akihito leaned forward and spoke, "Did you just say that you will help me?"

"Affirmative."

The photographer raised an enquiring brow at his guard. "Why are you so willing to help Toru? What's in it for you?"

Still expressionless, the guard kept his eyes on the road. "Asami sama texted me and ordered me to bring you home before 10 pm tonight."

Toru let his master spew a long list of profanities before continuing, "I won't disappoint you, Takaba sama. Please, let me help you."

Akihito sat back, bit his lower lip and weighed his options. He badly wanted to turn Toru's offer down but the thought of receiving a fat paycheck from the story was far too tempting than keeping his pride. Akihito gave an exasperated sigh. "All right, but don't interfere. I got a deadline to meet."

"Thank you, Takaba sama. Please wait at the penthouse, I will make the necessary preparations and return in an hour."

Xx Business as Usual xX

"TORU! What the hell is this?" Akihito frowned when he strode out of the bedroom.

As promised, Toru came back within the hour, informing all necessary arrangements had been made and pushe