Akihito watched as the attendees ta

Akihito watched as the attendees talked over desert. Their eyes sparkled with envy and greed every time they landed on Asami and their smiles were filled with deceit. He would never be part of this world, not only because he was poor as dirt but because he did not like having to pretend to like people and act like he could stand them. Then there was Asami of course moved about and was practically chased by man and women alike. He didn't even have to go to anyone because they all came to him. 'The conceited bastard…' The man chatted and even smiled when necessary while others bent backwards for him. He was in his element, like a fish in water, and Asami was clearly the biggest fish here.

To be honest, all the glitter and sparkle of both greed and fancy dresses where a bit blinding and highly pretentious. He caught a glimpse of the most outrageous hairdo he had ever seen in the entirety of his twenty three years of life. Seeing as he was bored anyways he spent several minutes figuring out who wore what worst while he ate his slice of Platinum Cake by Nobue Ikara. He was still amazed someone thought decorating a cake with platinum jewelry clearly never lived the life of a commoner.

A waiter in a white tuxedo placed a glass of champagne in front of him and he took it with a polite smile. He wasn't sure but he thought this one might be his fifth? seventh? glass, he had lost count. It just seemed like the waiter, a nice good-looking brown-haired and brown-eyed man about Akihito's age, just kept coming back again and again. Akihito caught a glimpse of Kirishima talking to the friendly waiter five minutes later and the young man never came back to his table, in fact he seemed to stay clear of Akihito for the rest of the event.

Not even half an hour after the big speech was done Asami had cornered him and after some witty comments about the very classy tie Akihito was wearing which Akihito kept saying was in no way Asami's tie. The man left again to accept congratulations from more of the attendees. Five minutes later, Akihito was done with his pictures and was about to escape Asami's watchful eye when Kirishima dragged him to the Gallery curator's office and locked him in. He was there for half an hour which he spent playing tic-tac-toe by himself until his majesty himself decided to grace him with his presence. He had looked at every picture, painting, scroll and piece of paper in the office while he tried his best not to fall asleep. Asami came in, in all his smug glory like he owned the place, which Akihito thought it might be the case anyways.

There was a not so kind exchange of words between them, mostly the unkind words had come from him and Asami just watched his lover literally blow up at being locked in a room for half an hour. Then Akihito did something he would have never done had his mind not been foggy form how tired he was and the several glasses of Champaign he drank during the party. The moment it happened he realized he had done something so stupid his life might as well end that very minute. In all his years as a criminal photographer this was by far the most dangerous thing he had ever done and when he looked at the hard golden eyes he knew he would be paying it with interests. It had to have been the stress of going from one tiresome job to another, of not having slept well. It definitely had to do with his anger at not being able to take the bath he so desired to, that combined with the alcohol, there was no way his judgment would be impaired in such a way that he would do something this dangerously stupid otherwise. His mind registered the event but his consciousness was still having trouble believing the fact that he had just kicked Asami in the shins.

Slowly, he backed up trying to create some distance between himself and the very angry beast in front of him. Every step back he took was met with a step forward by Asami, he felt like a rabbit before a very hungry wolf and had he been a less stubborn man he would have peed his pants from fear.

Akihito didn't get too far, the curator's desk was right behind him and he had just backed up into it, effectively putting himself between the proverbial sword and a hard place. At this point he would rather it be a sword that pierces him instead if Asami's slow spreading sadistic smirk was anything to go by. Oh yes, there would definitely be some piercing happening within the next five minutes.

"That is likely to leave a bruise, you know." Said the smooth baritone and a shiver rolled not just up but also down Akihito's spine.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it I swear. It was an accident." He was beginning to panic.

"Was it? I suppose all the things you said just before you kicked me were also an accident."

"Yes! Well, no. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to kick you."

"I think you did. You meant every word and you meant that kick and I mean it when I say you will be paying for it until the bruise goes away and I will be VERY happy to collect payment."

Akihito gulped; his body was trembling with fear of being heard by any of the people in the building. He would not be able to endure the embarrassment. The blond was about to protest again when his mouth was silenced by Asami's very domineering and demanding one.

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Akihito đã xem như là những người tham dự đã nói chuyện trên sa mạc. Đôi mắt của mình sparkled với sự ghen tuông và tham lam mỗi khi họ đã hạ cánh trên Asami và nụ cười của họ đã được lấp đầy với sự lừa dối. Ông sẽ không bao giờ là một phần của thế giới này, không chỉ bởi vì ông là người nghèo như bụi bẩn nhưng vì ông không thích phải giả vờ như con người và hành động như ông có thể đứng chúng. Sau đó có là Asami tất nhiên di chuyển và thực tế đuổi bởi người đàn ông và phụ nữ như nhau. Ông thậm chí không có để đi đến bất cứ ai bởi vì tất cả chúng đều đến với anh ta. 'Conceited tên khốn đó...' Người chatted và thậm chí cười khi cần thiết trong khi những người khác cong ngược trở lại cho anh ta. Ông là một trong nguyên tố của ông, giống như một cá trong nước, và Asami rõ ràng là các loài cá lớn nhất ở đây.Để được trung thực, tất cả các glitter và lấp lánh của tham lam và ưa thích mặc quần áo nơi một chút blinding và cao kheo khoang. Ông bắt nhoáng thấy của kiểu tóc thái nhất ông từng thấy trong toàn bộ của ông hai mươi ba năm của cuộc sống. Nhìn thấy như ông đã chán dù sao ông đã dành vài phút để tìm ra những người mặc những gì tồi tệ nhất trong khi ông ăn của mình lát bánh bạch kim bởi Loan Ikara. Ông là vẫn còn ngạc nhiên trước ai đó nghĩ rằng trang trí một bánh với bạch kim trang sức rõ ràng không bao giờ sống cuộc đời của một thường dân.Một người phục vụ trong một tuxedo trắng đặt một ly champagne ở phía trước của anh ta và ông lấy nó với một nụ cười lịch sự. Ông đã không chắc chắn nhưng ông nghĩ rằng điều này có thể là thứ năm của mình? Thứ bảy? thủy tinh, ông đã mất đi tính. Nó chỉ có vẻ như những người phục vụ, một một con người brown-haired và mắt nâu rất đẹp trai tốt đẹp về Akihito của tuổi, chỉ giữ lại một lần nữa và một lần nữa. Akihito bắt nhoáng thấy của Kirishima nói chuyện với những người phục vụ thân thiện năm phút sau đó và người đàn ông trẻ không bao giờ quay trở lại bàn của mình, trong thực tế ông dường như ở lại rõ ràng của Akihito cho phần còn lại của sự kiện.Thậm chí không một nửa giờ sau khi các bài phát biểu lớn đã được thực hiện Asami đã dồn anh ta và sau khi một số ý kiến dí dỏm về tie rất sang trọng Akihito đã mặc mà Akihito giữ nói rằng đã không có cách nào của Asami tie. Người đàn ông để lại một lần nữa để chấp nhận xin chúc mừng từ nhiều của những người tham dự. Năm phút sau, Akihito đã được thực hiện với hình ảnh của mình và đã là về để thoát khỏi con mắt cảnh giác của Asami khi Kirishima kéo anh ta đến văn phòng phụ trách bộ sưu tập và bị nhốt anh ta trong. Ông đã có cho nửa giờ mà ông đã trải qua playing tic-tac-toe của mình cho đến khi Ngài tự quyết định ân huệ anh ta với sự hiện diện của mình. Ông có nhìn mỗi hình ảnh, vẽ tranh, di chuyển và mảnh giấy trong văn phòng trong khi ông đã cố gắng tốt nhất của mình không để rơi vào giấc ngủ. Asami đến ở, trong tất cả các vinh quang smug của mình như ông sở hữu nơi Akihito nghĩ rằng nó có thể là trường hợp nào.There was a not so kind exchange of words between them, mostly the unkind words had come from him and Asami just watched his lover literally blow up at being locked in a room for half an hour. Then Akihito did something he would have never done had his mind not been foggy form how tired he was and the several glasses of Champaign he drank during the party. The moment it happened he realized he had done something so stupid his life might as well end that very minute. In all his years as a criminal photographer this was by far the most dangerous thing he had ever done and when he looked at the hard golden eyes he knew he would be paying it with interests. It had to have been the stress of going from one tiresome job to another, of not having slept well. It definitely had to do with his anger at not being able to take the bath he so desired to, that combined with the alcohol, there was no way his judgment would be impaired in such a way that he would do something this dangerously stupid otherwise. His mind registered the event but his consciousness was still having trouble believing the fact that he had just kicked Asami in the shins.Slowly, he backed up trying to create some distance between himself and the very angry beast in front of him. Every step back he took was met with a step forward by Asami, he felt like a rabbit before a very hungry wolf and had he been a less stubborn man he would have peed his pants from fear.Akihito didn't get too far, the curator's desk was right behind him and he had just backed up into it, effectively putting himself between the proverbial sword and a hard place. At this point he would rather it be a sword that pierces him instead if Asami's slow spreading sadistic smirk was anything to go by. Oh yes, there would definitely be some piercing happening within the next five minutes."That is likely to leave a bruise, you know." Said the smooth baritone and a shiver rolled not just up but also down Akihito's spine."I'm sorry! I didn't mean it I swear. It was an accident." He was beginning to panic."Was it? I suppose all the things you said just before you kicked me were also an accident.""Yes! Well, no. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to kick you.""I think you did. You meant every word and you meant that kick and I mean it when I say you will be paying for it until the bruise goes away and I will be VERY happy to collect payment."Akihito gulped; his body was trembling with fear of being heard by any of the people in the building. He would not be able to endure the embarrassment. The blond was about to protest again when his mouth was silenced by Asami's very domineering and demanding one.