It's my first time seeing him -" Sa

It's my first time seeing him -" Sanada said and quickly corrected himself. "I mean, I have seen him a few times but I never knew he's THE Asami Ryuiichi. My sources told me that he would never allow his photos to be taken." Sanada looked at Akihito again. "Hey Takaba, what is your relationship with him?"

"The thing is, I'm – uhm – I'm his – " Akihito averted his eyes, wondering how to explain his relationship with Asami to Sanada.

"Takaba sama is Asami sama's lover."

The sudden voice from behind made Akihito turned abruptly. With his usual stoic expression, his personal guard stood behind him, unmoving. Knowing his guard, Toru would never divulge such information without Asami giving his approval.

Damn that yakuza, Akihito thought. As much as he wanted to reprimand his guard for blurting out unnecessarily things, he cursed his stupidity more for not realizing Toru's presence.

Akihito flashed his guard a warning glare. Next to him, Sanada had gone quiet. Whether it was from the shock of hearing Toru calling him Takaba sama or Toru announcing that he was Asami's lover, Akihito couldn't decide which. He only knew that the pothole he was desperately trying to fill had just gone bigger instead.

Xx Business as Usual xX

Asami watched his lover in great interest as he took another drag of his Dunhill cigarette. The photographer was blushing furiously when Toru announced him as his lover. Sanada himself looked shocked beyond words; so much so that he kept on looking at Akihito and him, then back at Akihito again.

Sanada Hideaki, as Kirishima reported, is a journalist from the entertainment division whose passion and expertise lies in following artists around town. From what Kirishima had gathered, Sanada wasn't shrewd, nor was he cunning like Ishida; he was just a normal, everyday entertainment journalist.

But Asami couldn't ignore the fact that Sanada is still a journalist and like any other reporters; their desire for a scoop outweighs many things and this fact alone, can hardly be ignored. If Akihito couldn't come up with a solution, Asami decided that he'd take matters in his own hands.

"Asami sama, are you sure it's all right to allow Toru to tell Sanada about Takaba sama's true identity?" Kirishima spoke worriedly.

Asami took one last drag of his cigarette before extinguishing it on the ashtray. "Doesn't matter; lying to him would only further increase his curiosity."

"And he'll follow Takaba sama around for information and make his own assumptions. So, it's better for Sanada to know and keep quiet about it," Kirishima finished for the yakuza.

"Sir, what if the plan backfires?" Suoh asked from behind.

A thin smile graced the yakuza's lips. "I believe I can think of something novel for Sanada," he said, thinking about Ishida's punishment of watching Hayashi being tortured before having his fore fingers sliced off.

Sipping his wine, the crime lord watched his lover trying to reason with the journalist. Sanada looked cautious, somewhat frightened with Akihito's explanation as he kept on stealing glances at him before focusing his attention back at Akihito. It made Asami wondered the contents of the conversation. It doesn't matter; he will know soon enough.

When Sanada finally nodded his head glumly, Akihito let out a relieved sigh and stood up. The photographer's hazel eyes met his, fiery and defiant – Just the way he liked it. He watched Akihito marched towards him, with Sanada meekly following behind, trapped between Akihito and Toru.

"Asami," his lover began, crossing his arms. "Sanada gave me his word that he wouldn't publish anything about you."

So, Akihito still thinks that he was worried about the photos. It was never about his photographs; it was to protect Akihito from the eyes of his world. He hadn't expected this decision but a journalist's words should never be trusted easily. Asami regrouped his strategies. Some people needed to be injected with fear, some needed to be bribed while others worked well with both.

"Sit down," Asami finally said, waving at the single sofa.

When Sanada hesitated, Akihito gave him a reassuring nod. The journalist sat on the sofa gingerly, eyes looking warily at the four guards.

"Sanada Hideaki?" Asami began and watched the boy's eyes widened from the name.

Clearly, he hadn't expected me to know his full name, Asami thought, smiling thinly at Sanada's frightened look.

The doe-eyed boy rubbed his hands on his jeans nervously, looking at the carpeted floor. Sanada's outfit reminded Asami of the inferior clothing Akihito had on him when they first met. Sanada was considered good looking, blessed with a smaller frame and skin slightly tanner than Akihito's. But Sanada's attractiveness is unmatchable compared to his lover. Akihito's appeal doesn't merely lies on his looks; it was his fiery eyes, the fight to death spirit that draws Asami to him.

"A—Asami sama, I swear I won't write anything about you or Takaba," Sanada bowed.

"That is a very interesting declaration," Asami said, crossing his legs gracefully. "But why should I believe you?"

"Asami, he has given his word!" Akihito said desperately as he sat next to the yakuza.

"Promises can be easily broken."

"He won't!" Akihito leaned closer. "He's innocent, Asami."

"Asami sama, I promised Takaba. I swore on my dead father's grave that I won't do that. Everyone who knows me knew that I am not a person who breaks my promises easily," Sanada blabbed.

"That's right!" Akihito defended, looking at his lover.

Sanada didn't look like a person who would lie. The boy was transparent and was poor in masking his emotions. Already, he was shaking like a rat cornered in a cage.

"All right, I shall hold on to your promise –" Asami said, watching Akihito relaxing a little. "Although –" he said and both of them looked tensed again, " – you do realize that if you break your promise, there is no guarantee what I would do to you."

Sanada shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "I – I understand."

Asami curved a smile at Sanada's response. Phase one: injecting fear, done. Now, for the second phase: bribery.

Asami took his glass from the table. "Sanada-kun, Are you familiar with Setsuna?" he asked, taking a sip.

"Of – of course. Everyone knows them; they're the most sought after group in Japan."

Asami smirked. "They are going start a tour soon."

Sanada's eyes sparkled at the information. "That's big news, no one has that information yet," he said excitedly. His journalistic instinct took over and immediately patted his jeans pocket for a pen and notebook.

"You can join the tour as the official press."

Akihito's and Sanada's jaws dropped. The photographer could only stare at Asami in bewilderment. Sanada looked wary, wondering if he should believe him.

"Well?" Asami asked, watching the journalist's eyes sparkled.

Sanada stood up, bowed low. "I would love to! Thank you for this wonderful opportunity, Asami sama!" he said loudly, excitement clearly written over his face.

Asami nodded approvingly. "Kirishima will update you on the details," he said and the secretary bowed slightly at the boss's orders.

"Thank you so much," Sanada bowed again.

The crime lord waved his hand, a sign of dismissal. Akihito took the chance to drag Sanada out before Asami changed his mind.

As Akihito disappeared into the elevator, Asami signaled for his guards.

"Suoh, arrange for a team to check on Sanada. Monitor his movements and see that he keeps his promise."

Suoh nodded and stepped aside, retrieving his phone.

"Toru, Ando; Akihito does not leave your sight. The Ishida incident will not be repeated."

The two guards bowed. "Yes, Asami sama."

"Toru, when is Akihito scheduled for work?"

Toru stepped forward, "As per your request, in a week's time. I've checked through his schedule, only studio assignments so far."

The crime lord nodded his head. "See that all work-related calls to Akihito's phone are blocked for the week."

"Very well, sir."

Asami sat back, accepted another drink from his secretary. "Kirishima, get me the manager."

Without a word, his secretary disappeared into the dim lights and came back moments later with a trembling man.

"You – you wish to see me, Asami sama?" the man stammered.

The manager, forty-two-year-old Morita looked nervous as he stood in front of Asami. Asami noted that Morita had clasped both his hands together to stop trembling.

Good, he should be afraid, Asami thought as he sipped his wine. "Morita, I recalled that this is a members' only club," he said, glancing at Kirishima for confirmation.

"Yes, Asami sama. Nishi Azabu is a club by invitation."

"Yet, it has come to my attention that a photojournalist has entered the premise with a micro mini camera."

Morita quickly knelt down. "I'm sorry, Asami sama. I apologize for my blunder, I will instruct the security to –"

"Do you think I am looking for an apology here?" Asami interrupted harshly, causing Morita to zip his mouth.

They were fortunate; Asami thought, that it had only been Sanada who stumbled upon them. Should Akihito's identity as his lover is revealed, rival clans would use Akihito as a pawn to get to him.

Asami retrieved his gun from his shoulder holster, slowly checking the magnum. Morita gulped nervously at the sight of the gun.

Still kneeling, the manager bowed, head touching the carpeted floor. "Please forgive me, Asami sama. I will personally see to this matter. The security personnel at the door will be replaced with immediate effect."

Smiling thinly, Asami kept his gun again. He hadn't any intention to kill Morita but he had to remind his subordinates that his words are law.

"Good – and that boy who came with me? He comes in."

"Un—understood, Asami sama. Thank you very much!"

Asami waved at Suoh and the bulky guard hauled the manager up, pushing him away from the couch.

Now that pesky things have been dealt with, Asami is looking forward for some quality entertainment at the private room upstairs. A

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Nó là lần đầu tiên tôi nhìn thấy anh ta-"Sanada nói và nhanh chóng sửa chữa cho mình. "Tôi có nghĩa là, tôi đã thấy anh ta một vài lần nhưng tôi không bao giờ biết ông là THE Asami Ryuiichi. Nguồn của tôi nói với tôi rằng ông sẽ không bao giờ cho phép hình ảnh của mình để được thực hiện." Sanada xem xét Akihito một lần nữa. "Hey Takaba, mối quan hệ của bạn với anh ta là gì?""Điều này là, tôi-uhm-tôi của mình-" Akihito ngăn chặn mắt của mình, tự hỏi làm thế nào để giải thích mối quan hệ của ông với Asami cho Sanada."Takaba sama là người yêu của Asami sama."Thoại bất ngờ từ phía sau làm Akihito đã đột ngột. Với biểu hiện stoic thông thường của mình, ông bảo vệ cá nhân đứng đằng sau ông, unmoving. Biết guard của mình, Toru sẽ không bao giờ tiết lộ thông tin như vậy mà không có Asami cho phê duyệt của mình.Damn rằng yakuza, Akihito nghĩ. Càng nhiều càng tốt, ông muốn để khiển trách guard của mình cho muốn trong những điều không cần thiết, nguyền rủa của mình nhiều hơn cho không nhận ra sự hiện diện của Toru stupidity.Akihito nhảy guard của mình chói cảnh báo. Bên cạnh anh ta, Sanada đã yên tĩnh. Cho dù đó là từ các cú sốc của buổi điều trần Toru gọi anh ta Takaba sama hoặc Toru thông báo rằng ông đã có người yêu của Asami, Akihito không thể quyết định. Ông chỉ biết rằng pothole ông đã tuyệt vọng cố gắng để điền vào có vừa đi lớn hơn để thay thế.XX kinh doanh như bình thường xXAsami đã xem người yêu của mình vì lợi ích tuyệt vời như ông đã kéo một thuốc lá Dunhill của mình. Các nhiếp ảnh gia đỏ mặt giận dữ khi Toru công bố ông là người yêu của mình. Sanada mình nhìn bị sốc vượt ra ngoài từ; rất nhiều do đó ông giữ trên nhìn Akihito và anh ta, sau đó trở lại tại Akihito một lần nữa.Sanada Hideaki, theo báo cáo Kirishima, là một nhà báo từ bộ phận giải trí có niềm đam mê và chuyên môn nằm ở các nghệ sĩ sau xung quanh thị trấn. Từ những gì Kirishima đã thu thập, Sanada đã không được thông minh, cũng không phải là ông khôn ngoan như Ishida; ông là chỉ là một nhà báo giải trí bình thường, hàng ngày.Nhưng Asami không thể bỏ qua một thực tế rằng Sanada vẫn còn là một nhà báo và giống như bất kỳ các báo; mong muốn của họ cho một muỗng outweighs nhiều điều và điều này thực tế một mình, có thể hầu như không thể bỏ qua. Nếu Akihito không thể tìm ra một giải pháp, Asami đã quyết định rằng ông sẽ có những vấn đề trong tay của mình."Asami sama, là bạn chắc chắn rằng nó là tất cả các quyền để cho phép Toru nói với Sanada về danh tính thực sự Takaba sama?" Kirishima nói worriedly.Asami đã kéo một cuối của thuốc lá của mình trước khi chữa nó trên gạt tàn. "Không có vấn đề; nói dối với anh ta sẽ chỉ tăng thêm tò mò của mình.""Và ông sẽ theo Takaba sama xung quanh cho thông tin và làm cho các giả định của mình. Vì vậy, nó là tốt hơn cho Sanada để biết và giữ im lặng về nó,"Kirishima hoàn thành cho các yakuza."Sir, nếu kế hoạch backfires?" Nanano yêu cầu từ phía sau.Một nụ cười mỏng graced yakuza của môi. "Tôi tin rằng tôi có thể nghĩ đến một cái gì đó mới lạ cho Sanada," ông nói, suy nghĩ về sự trừng phạt của Ishida xem Hayashi bị tra tấn trước có ngón tay fore của mình cắt.Nhâm nhi rượu vang của mình, Chúa tội phạm theo dõi người yêu của mình cố gắng để lý do với các nhà báo. Sanada xem xét thận trọng, một chút sợ hãi với lời giải thích của Akihito như ông giữ ngày ăn cắp glances vào anh ta trước khi tập trung sự chú ý của mình trở lại tại Akihito. Nó làm cho Asami tự hỏi các nội dung của cuộc đàm thoại. Nó không quan trọng; ông sẽ biết sớm thôi.Khi Sanada cuối cùng gật đầu đầu glumly, Akihito để cho ra một sigh thuyên giảm và đứng dậy. Các nhiếp ảnh gia Tram mắt đã gặp ông, fiery và thách thức-chỉ là cách anh thích nó. Ông dõi Akihito hành quân về phía Anh ta, với Sanada meekly sau phía sau, bị mắc kẹt giữa Akihito và Toru."Asami," người yêu của mình bắt đầu, đi qua cánh tay của mình. "Sanada đã cho tôi lời hứa rằng ông sẽ không công bố bất cứ điều gì về bạn."Vì vậy, Akihito vẫn nghĩ rằng ông đã lo lắng về các bức ảnh. Nó là không bao giờ về bức ảnh của mình; nó đã là để bảo vệ Akihito từ đôi mắt của thế giới của mình. Ông đã không mong đợi quyết định này, nhưng một nhà báo từ không bao giờ được tin cậy dễ dàng. Asami tập hợp lại chiến lược của mình. Một số người cần được tiêm với sợ hãi, một số cần thiết để được hối lộ trong khi những người khác làm việc tốt với cả hai."Ngồi xuống," Asami cuối cùng nói, vẫy tay chào lúc ghế sofa đơn.Khi Sanada lưỡng lự, Akihito đã cho anh ta một gật đầu yên tâm. Các nhà báo ngồi trên ghế sofa gingerly, mắt nhìn warily bốn vệ sĩ."Sanada Hideaki?" Asami đã bắt đầu và theo dõi của cậu bé mắt mở rộng từ tên.Rõ ràng, ông đã không dự kiến sẽ tôi biết tên đầy đủ của mình, tư tưởng Asami, mỉm cười thinly tại Sanada của sợ hãi nhìn.Cậu bé doe-eyed cọ xát bàn tay của mình trên quần jean của ông nervously, nhìn vào sàn nhà trải thảm. Trang phục của Sanada nhắc nhở Asami quần áo kém Akihito đã có ngày anh ta khi họ lần đầu tiên gặp. Sanada được coi là tốt tìm kiếm, may mắn có một khung nhỏ hơn và hơi thợ thuộc da hơn Akihito của da. Nhưng sức hấp dẫn của Sanada là unmatchable so với người yêu của mình. Akihito của kháng cáo không chỉ nằm trên ngoại hình của mình; đó là đôi mắt fiery, cuộc đấu tranh để tinh thần chết mà rút ra Asami với anh ta."A-Asami sama, tôi thề tôi sẽ không viết bất cứ điều gì về bạn hoặc Takaba," Sanada cúi."Đó là một tuyên bố rất thú vị," Asami nói, qua hai chân của mình một cách duyên dáng. "Nhưng tại sao tôi nên tin rằng bạn?""Asami, ông đã đưa ra lời hứa!" Akihito nói tuyệt vọng khi ông ngồi bên cạnh các yakuza."Lời hứa hẹn có thể được dễ dàng bị hỏng.""Ông sẽ không!" Akihito cúi gần gũi hơn. "Ông là vô tội, Asami.""Asami sama, tôi hứa sẽ Takaba. Tôi đã thề trên mộ của cha chết tôi rằng tôi sẽ không làm điều đó. Tất cả mọi người ai biết tôi biết rằng tôi không phải là một người đã phá vỡ lời hứa của tôi một cách dễ dàng,"Sanada blabbed."That's right!" Akihito bảo vệ, nhìn người yêu của mình.Sanada không trông giống như một người sẽ nói dối. Cậu bé là minh bạch và kém trong che cảm xúc của mình. Đã có, ông đã bắt như thế một con chuột cornered trong lồng."All right, I shall hold on to your promise –" Asami said, watching Akihito relaxing a little. "Although –" he said and both of them looked tensed again, " – you do realize that if you break your promise, there is no guarantee what I would do to you."Sanada shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "I – I understand."Asami curved a smile at Sanada's response. Phase one: injecting fear, done. Now, for the second phase: bribery.Asami took his glass from the table. "Sanada-kun, Are you familiar with Setsuna?" he asked, taking a sip."Of – of course. Everyone knows them; they're the most sought after group in Japan."Asami smirked. "They are going start a tour soon."Sanada's eyes sparkled at the information. "That's big news, no one has that information yet," he said excitedly. His journalistic instinct took over and immediately patted his jeans pocket for a pen and notebook."You can join the tour as the official press."Akihito's and Sanada's jaws dropped. The photographer could only stare at Asami in bewilderment. Sanada looked wary, wondering if he should believe him."Well?" Asami asked, watching the journalist's eyes sparkled.Sanada stood up, bowed low. "I would love to! Thank you for this wonderful opportunity, Asami sama!" he said loudly, excitement clearly written over his face.Asami nodded approvingly. "Kirishima will update you on the details," he said and the secretary bowed slightly at the boss's orders."Thank you so much," Sanada bowed again.The crime lord waved his hand, a sign of dismissal. Akihito took the chance to drag Sanada out before Asami changed his mind.As Akihito disappeared into the elevator, Asami signaled for his guards."Suoh, arrange for a team to check on Sanada. Monitor his movements and see that he keeps his promise."Suoh nodded and stepped aside, retrieving his phone."Toru, Ando; Akihito does not leave your sight. The Ishida incident will not be repeated."The two guards bowed. "Yes, Asami sama.""Toru, when is Akihito scheduled for work?"Toru stepped forward, "As per your request, in a week's time. I've checked through his schedule, only studio assignments so far."The crime lord nodded his head. "See that all work-related calls to Akihito's phone are blocked for the week.""Very well, sir."Asami sat back, accepted another drink from his secretary. "Kirishima, get me the manager."Without a word, his secretary disappeared into the dim lights and came back moments later with a trembling man."You – you wish to see me, Asami sama?" the man stammered.The manager, forty-two-year-old Morita looked nervous as he stood in front of Asami. Asami noted that Morita had clasped both his hands together to stop trembling.Good, he should be afraid, Asami thought as he sipped his wine. "Morita, I recalled that this is a members' only club," he said, glancing at Kirishima for confirmation."Yes, Asami sama. Nishi Azabu is a club by invitation.""Yet, it has come to my attention that a photojournalist has entered the premise with a micro mini camera."Morita quickly knelt down. "I'm sorry, Asami sama. I apologize for my blunder, I will instruct the security to –""Do you think I am looking for an apology here?" Asami interrupted harshly, causing Morita to zip his mouth.They were fortunate; Asami thought, that it had only been Sanada who stumbled upon them. Should Akihito's identity as his lover is revealed, rival clans would use Akihito as a pawn to get to him.Asami retrieved his gun from his shoulder holster, slowly checking the magnum. Morita gulped nervously at the sight of the gun.Still kneeling, the manager bowed, head touching the carpeted floor. "Please forgive me, Asami sama. I will personally see to this matter. The security personnel at the door will be replaced with immediate effect."Smiling thinly, Asami kept his gun again. He hadn't any intention to kill Morita but he had to remind his subordinates that his words are law."Good – and that boy who came with me? He comes in.""Un—understood, Asami sama. Thank you very much!"Asami waved at Suoh and the bulky guard hauled the manager up, pushing him away from the couch.Now that pesky things have been dealt with, Asami is looking forward for some quality entertainment at the private room upstairs. A