I really don't want to keep making

I really don't want to keep making excuses so all I can say is; I'm terribly sorry for the late update.

Thank you for all your insights on Kirishima and Toru pairing. I decided that I would keep things as it is at the moment.

Beta-ed by RiveReinStyx. I apologize for any other mistakes. I was seriously sleepy when I was doing my edits.

Disclaimer: Finder Series and its notable characters belong to Yamane Ayano sensei.

Warning: This is a Plot-What-Plot (PWP) chapter and I apologize if it's not to your liking.

The alarm went off on Asami's single diamond encrusted phone just before nine in the morning. Asami turned off the annoying bird chirping alarm quickly, not wanting to wake Akihito up. The boy was still sprawled by his side, dead to the world after three rounds of passionate lovemaking.

Pushing the covers away, Asami stood up, only to sit on the bed again. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes as he waited for the dizziness to pass.

Beside him, his lover of two years stirred. For a moment, Asami thought Akihito had woken up but the photographer merely turned to his side and slept on.

For the next five minutes, Asami remained seated on the same spot yet the dizziness showed no signs of retreating. He gave up waiting, choosing to move into the bathroom for a shower instead. A wave of chill attacked him the moment he entered the shower cubicle.

It was unlikely that the temperature had dropped, Asami mused. August was arguably the hottest month in Tokyo, with temperature soaring up to 31 degrees on average. It had to be the excellent air conditioning he had in his room.

As he showered, he thought of the young photographer currently cocooned in the comforter on his bed. Asami smirked, pleased with the idea that Akihito was sleeping on his bed, well-spent.

Akihito hadn't completely gotten past of his bad experiences in Cambodia. The nightmares were less frequent of late but it didn't make them any less vicious. The contents of Akihito's dream had always been consistent, for Akihito reacted to the nightmares in the exact pattern. It began with Akihito whimpering like a child, begging Chey to stop the waterboarding torture. Then, he'd trashed his head side by side calling Asami's name, pleading him to come before finally screaming himself awake from the nightmare, bathed in his cold sweat.

Watching Akihito fighting his own battles only reminded Asami that he had really killed Chey far too easily. The yakuza couldn't go back to torture the dead Cambodian bastard but fate was on his side and bestowed him with three live sacrifices – and they were just primed for skinning. The men who ratted on him in favor of Chey paid dearly for their mistakes. By now, their bodies should have reached the seabed of the North Pacific Ocean

The trio cried, pleaded and promised the world to Asami but that did nothing to change their fates. The crime lord's wrath was unstoppable; his anger was tenfold upon learning that the men had mapped out a plan to kill Akihito should Toru fail his task. For them, death was inevitable.

There are more rats in the organization, Asami thought as he stood under the lukewarm water; he was sure of it. Whilst many of his men remained loyal; a few could be plotting to have him or Akihito harmed. He would have Kirishima and Toru do more digging into the employees' personal details later, Asami thought

Turning off the tap, Asami toweled dry his body and wondered about the chills he was having. He shrugged it off, knowing that he could not afford to take another day off. The hunting of Chey, as well as dealing with Akihito's nightmares had pulled him away from his legitimate business for days.

It is time to go back to Sion and look into matters.

Kirishima had worked efficiently, juggling heavy workloads between his underground activities and Sion but Asami knew his loyal secretary could no longer man the fort on his own.

As the crime lord got himself ready for work, he glanced at his sleeping lover. Akihito's steady breathing and unfurrow eyebrows indicated a peaceful sleep. Lips curved, Asami strode out of the master bedroom and found Toru sitting at his usual place with the morning edition newspapers.

Kirishima sat next to Toru, scanning the business news on his tablet. Both stood up immediately as Asami entered.

"Asami sama." They greeted simultaneously.

Asami nodded in response. "How are your injuries, Toru?"

"I am not a hundred percent fit but Kanzaki sensei has cleared me for duty, Asami sama," the lanky guard responded truthfully.

Kirishima stepped forward with Asami's coat. He helped his boss slip on the tailor made garment before retrieving Asami's work briefcase.

"What is Akihito's schedule for today?" he asked nonchalantly as he fixed his cufflinks.

Toru took out his note book, leafed to the middle. "Takeda san assigned him take some photos at a charity event at two. There's nothing after that, sir."

Asami noddded. "See that he stays out of trouble," he said and walked out of the penthouse without waiting for a response.

By the time Asami was seated comfortably at the back of the limousine, Kirishima immediately briefed him about his schedules for the day. It was jammed pack with meetings after meetings but they were nothing he couldn't handle.

"Boss, the external auditor called and noticed some untallied amounts in the documents we sent him."

Asami's eyes turned hard. "Which accounts was that?"

"NT Hopsital." Kirishima passed a few papers to the yakuza. "Ueda sensei alleged that the amount debited does not tally with the pharmaceutical supplies we received."

"Call Ueda and the NT director to my office." Asami's voice was icy cool. He scanned the report by Ueda, noticing the problem highlighted by the chief auditor almost immediately. For something like that to happen, it certainly looked like he had been away for too long. It was time to enforce some discipline in his subordinates.

Feeling nauseated from the reading, Asami placed the document aside and checked the time. Another wave of chill swept past him.

"Kirishima."

The secretary looked up from his tablet to the rear view mirror. "Yes, Asami sama?"

"Did you put the fan on full blast?"

Kirishima exchanged a disconcerted glance with Suoh before looking at his employer again. "No, sir. Are you feeling cold?"

"No," Asami lied, closing his eyes. This is going to be a long day.

Xx Business as Usual xX

The ambulance siren somewhere outside drew Akihito from his sleep. Stretching, he turned to his side. The right side of the bed where Asami slept remained empty but the smell of his faint cologne emanated from the pillow.

Even as the room cloaked in darkness, Akihito knew that the sun was probably at the peak position. He bolted onto a sitting position and grabbed his phone.

1.05 p.m.

"Shit!" Akihito flung the covers away, rushing to the bathroom to get ready.

He got out in less than five, not caring if he had showered properly. He remembered Asami washing him after the older man fucked him blind the night before so he shouldn't be that dirty. He donned his standard photographer attire: Jeans paired with white singlet and light khaki jacket. Finger combing his hair, he was about to leave the bedroom when he remembered that he had to wear formal for that particular event.

Groaning, Akihito went back to the wardrobe and grabbed the first long sleeve shirt he could get his hands on.

Who on earth demands a photographer to wear shirt, tie and dress pants? The photographer cursed as he tucked in his white shirt into his dress pants. The white shirt was a little large but Akihito did not pause to think if he should change.

Who cares if it's oversized anyway?

With some of Japan's most prominent celebrities attending the charity event, no one would be bothered to look at his oversized shirt. Hands reached into the closet again, he pulled out a black tie before walking out of the room.

"Toru!" Akihito rushed to him. "Are you completely recovered?" He asked, his hands clumsily fixing the tie.

"Yes, Takaba sama," came the monotonous reply. The guard took a step nearer to the photographer and pushed the struggling hands away.

"Allow me to assist you, Takaba sama."

"I'm not a kid," Akihito grumbled but didn't attempt to stop the lanky guard. With the rate he was going, it'd take him at least another ten minutes tying and another five fixing that damn thing into place.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

Toru's gaze did not leave the tie. "I have orders to let you sleep," he replied, his fingers steady at the tie. He took a step back when the task was done.

"That bastard did that on purpose." Akihito turned to grab the camera bag. "Thank god I woke up on time or Takeda will fry my ass for showing up late." He checked the time again, cursed. "Shit; l have to leave now."

Toru followed the boy to the basement where Ando was waiting with the BMW. The photographer looked at the car, then at his guard. "Is there any Japanese car we can use? I can't ride an imported car to a charity event."

Akihito looked around the basement car park hopefully. "I don't want that sly Mitarai to take a look at the car and decide that I'm overpaid."

"Takaba sama, there's the Toyota Lexus," Toru replied, taking the camera bags from Akihito.

"Toyota it is," Akihito agreed instantly, not caring the model of the car. As long as it was a Japanese car, it should look less conspicuous.

Akihito was naïve to think that Japanese cars should look more economical. He slapped a hand on his forehead when Ando drove the sleek shiny silver metallic grey sedan from its parking spot. Apparently the Toyota Lexus did not look an inch less conspicuous than the BMW. In fact, they looked nearly identical. Akihito did not have time to argue so he merely slid into the back seat, cursing the innocent vehicle.

"Aren't there any other cars beside this?" he asked, eyeing the guards seated in front. "And what is the name of the car again?

"This is the

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Tôi thực sự không muốn tiếp tục thực hiện bào chữa, do đó, tất cả tôi có thể nói là; Tôi rất tiếc cho hậu Cập Nhật.Cảm ơn bạn cho tất cả các hiểu biết của bạn về Kirishima và Toru ghép nối. Tôi quyết định rằng tôi sẽ giữ cho mọi thứ như nó là lúc này.Phiên bản beta-ed bởi RiveReinStyx. Tôi xin lỗi cho bất kỳ sai lầm khác. Tôi đã nghiêm túc buồn ngủ khi tôi đã làm sửa đổi của tôi.Tuyên bố từ chối: Finder Series và các nhân vật nổi tiếng thuộc Yamane Ayano sensei.Chú ý: Đây là một chương âm mưu những gì cốt truyện (PWP) và tôi xin lỗi nếu nó không phải là theo ý thích của bạn.Báo động đã đi ra trên của Asami đơn kim cương khảm điện thoại ngay trước khi chín vào buổi sáng. Asami đã tắt báo động chiêu chim khó chịu một cách nhanh chóng, không mong muốn dậy Akihito. Cậu bé vẫn chính của mình ở bên cạnh, chết để thế giới sau ba vòng đam mê lovemaking.Đẩy đi bìa, Asami đứng lên, chỉ để ngồi trên giường một lần nữa. Ông bị chèn ép cầu mũi của mình và nhắm mắt như ông chờ chóng mặt để vượt qua.Bên cạnh anh ta, người yêu của mình trong hai năm khuấy. Cho một thời điểm, Asami nghĩ Akihito đã đánh thức nhưng các nhiếp ảnh gia chỉ đơn thuần là quay sang bên mình và ngủ trên.Trong năm phút tiếp theo, Asami vẫn ngồi trên cùng một chỗ nhưng chóng mặt cho thấy không có dấu hiệu rút lui. Ông đã bỏ chờ đợi, cách chọn để di chuyển vào phòng tắm để tắm thay vào đó. Một làn sóng của lạnh tấn công anh ta thời điểm ông vào tủ vòi hoa sen.It was unlikely that the temperature had dropped, Asami mused. August was arguably the hottest month in Tokyo, with temperature soaring up to 31 degrees on average. It had to be the excellent air conditioning he had in his room.As he showered, he thought of the young photographer currently cocooned in the comforter on his bed. Asami smirked, pleased with the idea that Akihito was sleeping on his bed, well-spent.Akihito hadn't completely gotten past of his bad experiences in Cambodia. The nightmares were less frequent of late but it didn't make them any less vicious. The contents of Akihito's dream had always been consistent, for Akihito reacted to the nightmares in the exact pattern. It began with Akihito whimpering like a child, begging Chey to stop the waterboarding torture. Then, he'd trashed his head side by side calling Asami's name, pleading him to come before finally screaming himself awake from the nightmare, bathed in his cold sweat.Watching Akihito fighting his own battles only reminded Asami that he had really killed Chey far too easily. The yakuza couldn't go back to torture the dead Cambodian bastard but fate was on his side and bestowed him with three live sacrifices – and they were just primed for skinning. The men who ratted on him in favor of Chey paid dearly for their mistakes. By now, their bodies should have reached the seabed of the North Pacific OceanBộ ba khóc, kêu gọi và hứa sẽ thế giới Asami nhưng mà không làm gì để thay đổi số phận của họ. Cơn thịnh nộ của Chúa tội phạm là không thể ngăn cản; tức giận của ông là mười lần sau khi học tập những người đàn ông đã ánh xạ ra một kế hoạch để giết Akihito nên Toru không công việc của mình. Đối với họ, cái chết là không thể tránh khỏi.Có rất nhiều chuột trong tổ chức, Asami nghĩ như ông đứng dưới nước ấm; ông đã chắc chắn của nó. Trong khi nhiều người đàn ông của ông vẫn trung thành; một số có thể âm mưu để có anh ta hoặc Akihito hại. Ông sẽ có Kirishima và Toru làm thêm đào vào chi tiết cá nhân của nhân viên sau đó, suy nghĩ AsamiTắt vòi nước, Asami toweled khô cơ thể của mình và tự hỏi về ớn lạnh mà ông đã có. Ông shrugged nó đi, biết rằng ông có thể không đủ khả năng để có một ngày. Săn bắn các loài Chey, cũng như các giao dịch với những cơn ác mộng của Akihito đã kéo ông ra khỏi kinh doanh hợp pháp của mình trong ngày.Đó là thời gian để quay về Sion và nhìn vào vấn đề.Kirishima đã làm việc một cách hiệu quả, khối lượng công việc nặng giữa các hoạt động ngầm của ông và Sion tung hứng nhưng Asami biết thư ký trung thành của mình có thể không còn người đàn ông pháo đài ngày của riêng mình.Như Chúa tội phạm đã tự mình đã sẵn sàng cho công việc, ông glanced tại người yêu ngủ của mình. Akihito của ổn định hơi thở và unfurrow lông mày chỉ ra một giấc ngủ yên bình. Môi cong, Asami strode ra khỏi phòng ngủ master và tìm thấy Toru ngồi ở vị trí thông thường của mình với các tờ báo Ấn bản buổi sáng.Kirishima sat next to Toru, scanning the business news on his tablet. Both stood up immediately as Asami entered."Asami sama." They greeted simultaneously.Asami nodded in response. "How are your injuries, Toru?""I am not a hundred percent fit but Kanzaki sensei has cleared me for duty, Asami sama," the lanky guard responded truthfully.Kirishima stepped forward with Asami's coat. He helped his boss slip on the tailor made garment before retrieving Asami's work briefcase."What is Akihito's schedule for today?" he asked nonchalantly as he fixed his cufflinks.Toru took out his note book, leafed to the middle. "Takeda san assigned him take some photos at a charity event at two. There's nothing after that, sir."Asami noddded. "See that he stays out of trouble," he said and walked out of the penthouse without waiting for a response.By the time Asami was seated comfortably at the back of the limousine, Kirishima immediately briefed him about his schedules for the day. It was jammed pack with meetings after meetings but they were nothing he couldn't handle."Boss, the external auditor called and noticed some untallied amounts in the documents we sent him."Asami's eyes turned hard. "Which accounts was that?""NT Hopsital." Kirishima passed a few papers to the yakuza. "Ueda sensei alleged that the amount debited does not tally with the pharmaceutical supplies we received.""Call Ueda and the NT director to my office." Asami's voice was icy cool. He scanned the report by Ueda, noticing the problem highlighted by the chief auditor almost immediately. For something like that to happen, it certainly looked like he had been away for too long. It was time to enforce some discipline in his subordinates.Feeling nauseated from the reading, Asami placed the document aside and checked the time. Another wave of chill swept past him."Kirishima."The secretary looked up from his tablet to the rear view mirror. "Yes, Asami sama?""Did you put the fan on full blast?"Kirishima exchanged a disconcerted glance with Suoh before looking at his employer again. "No, sir. Are you feeling cold?""No," Asami lied, closing his eyes. This is going to be a long day.Xx Business as Usual xXThe ambulance siren somewhere outside drew Akihito from his sleep. Stretching, he turned to his side. The right side of the bed where Asami slept remained empty but the smell of his faint cologne emanated from the pillow.Even as the room cloaked in darkness, Akihito knew that the sun was probably at the peak position. He bolted onto a sitting position and grabbed his phone.1.05 p.m."Shit!" Akihito flung the covers away, rushing to the bathroom to get ready.He got out in less than five, not caring if he had showered properly. He remembered Asami washing him after the older man fucked him blind the night before so he shouldn't be that dirty. He donned his standard photographer attire: Jeans paired with white singlet and light khaki jacket. Finger combing his hair, he was about to leave the bedroom when he remembered that he had to wear formal for that particular event.Groaning, Akihito went back to the wardrobe and grabbed the first long sleeve shirt he could get his hands on.Who on earth demands a photographer to wear shirt, tie and dress pants? The photographer cursed as he tucked in his white shirt into his dress pants. The white shirt was a little large but Akihito did not pause to think if he should change.Who cares if it's oversized anyway?With some of Japan's most prominent celebrities attending the charity event, no one would be bothered to look at his oversized shirt. Hands reached into the closet again, he pulled out a black tie before walking out of the room."Toru!" Akihito rushed to him. "Are you completely recovered?" He asked, his hands clumsily fixing the tie."Yes, Takaba sama," came the monotonous reply. The guard took a step nearer to the photographer and pushed the struggling hands away."Allow me to assist you, Takaba sama.""I'm not a kid," Akihito grumbled but didn't attempt to stop the lanky guard. With the rate he was going, it'd take him at least another ten minutes tying and another five fixing that damn thing into place.
"Why didn't you wake me up?"

Toru's gaze did not leave the tie. "I have orders to let you sleep," he replied, his fingers steady at the tie. He took a step back when the task was done.

"That bastard did that on purpose." Akihito turned to grab the camera bag. "Thank god I woke up on time or Takeda will fry my ass for showing up late." He checked the time again, cursed. "Shit; l have to leave now."

Toru followed the boy to the basement where Ando was waiting with the BMW. The photographer looked at the car, then at his guard. "Is there any Japanese car we can use? I can't ride an imported car to a charity event."

Akihito looked around the basement car park hopefully. "I don't want that sly Mitarai to take a look at the car and decide that I'm overpaid."

"Takaba sama, there's the Toyota Lexus," Toru replied, taking the camera bags from Akihito.

"Toyota it is," Akihito agreed instantly, not caring the model of the car. As long as it was a Japanese car, it should look less conspicuous.

Akihito was naïve to think that Japanese cars should look more economical. He slapped a hand on his forehead when Ando drove the sleek shiny silver metallic grey sedan from its parking spot. Apparently the Toyota Lexus did not look an inch less conspicuous than the BMW. In fact, they looked nearly identical. Akihito did not have time to argue so he merely slid into the back seat, cursing the innocent vehicle.

"Aren't there any other cars beside this?" he asked, eyeing the guards seated in front. "And what is the name of the car again?

"This is the