A/N: A thousand thanks to everyone

A/N: A thousand thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter. Glad you enjoyed it! :) Here's another tiny slice-of-life drabble. Happy readings!

VI.

Asami stared impatiently at his wristwatch. Kirishima had left over an hour ago, so from his calculations his assistant should had returned by now.

The downtown bar area wasn't that far away from his apartment after all, and Kirishima had taken the car… Unless, of course, Akihito's friend had given him the wrong directions over the phone.

Asami paused, thinking back at the infamous phone conversation.

Takato (he believed that was the kid's name), had unexpectedly called his cellphone number, using Akihito's own cellphone, asking Asami if there was any way he could go downtown to pick up his friend.

It turned out the two of them had met up earlier that night to have a couple of drinks, although Akihito for some reason had decided to make it a little bit more than a couple on his part.

If what Takato had related to Asami was true, which he suspected it was, then Akihito was dead drunk, completely incoherent, and practically unable to move.

Asami had had half a mind to tell that Takato fellow to just dump Akihito in an alley and let him sober up there all night. He was old enough to know better than to get himself hammered, but he suspected his friend wouldn't partake on the suggestion.

When Asami instead suggested that Takato took Akihito home with him for the night, the young man stammered, saying that his new wife would kill him if he'd show up at his doorstep with a drunken friend. It seemed that technically he'd sneaked out of the house so that he could meet up with Akihito that night, so he would surely be in deep trouble if his wife were to find out the truth.

Sighing tiredly, Asami eventually agreed to send someone to pick Akihito up, and so the task had fallen on Kirishima, who had agreed to it despite the late hour.

It took another full twenty minutes for the assistant to return though, and strangely enough Asami was able to hear Kirishima's voice on the building's hallway, long before he managed to ring the front door bell of the apartment.

The sight that greeted Asami as he opened the door made him sigh tiredly all over again.

Kirishima, who looked completely exhausted, was practically giving a piggy-back ride to Akihito seeing as the younger man seemed to had no control over his arms and legs anymore.

"My apologies for the delay, sir." Kirishima said to his boss, trying to sound as professional as the awkward situation he found himself in would allow. "Akihito-kun didn't want to leave the bar."

"...I see." Asami replied, eying the half-comatose cargo on his back. "How is he now?"

"He was very talkative until a few seconds ago, but it seems he's drifted off to sleep for the moment." The assistant said, lowering Akihito to the floor so that Asami could pick him up instead. "If that is all for the night, sir..."

"Yes, Kirishima. That is all. Sorry for the trouble." Asami retorted, noticing the relieved look on the other man's face.

They bid each other goodnight; Kirishima quickly disappearing down the building's hallway even before his boss closed the door to his apartment.

Now finally alone with the younger man, Asami stared for a few seconds at Akihito's sleeping face, wanting to feel mad at him, but instead just finding the situation oddly amusing. He should have known by now there was no remedy for Akihito's bratty behavior…

He shifted the youngster's body against his own, putting one of Akihito's arms over his shoulder, so that it would be easier to carry him, but the action ended up jerking the young man awake.

Dazed and drunk as he was, it didn't stop Akihito from yelping as soon as he laid eyes on the other man, his body automatically escaping his hold and jumping backwards so that his back ended up hitting a wall.

"Watch it, you idiot." Asami warned, noticing Akihito wincing in pain.

The young man looked around bewildered, seemingly not recognizing his surroundings. "W-Where am I? How did I get here?"

Asami frowned, trying his best to remain calm. From the way Akihito was dragging his voice, it was obvious his drunkenness was pretty heavy.

"Kirishima brought you back to my apartment. He went to pick you up at the bar you were drinking at with your friend...You don't remember?"

It was clear from Akihito's confused look that he didn't remember much about the entire night, let alone the last hour or so.

"Kirishima-san?..." Akihito mumbled. "Oh, yeah, yeah...I remember him... I told Kirishima-san not to bring me back here, damn it. I don't want to see him tonight."

"What?"

"Nothing… I didn't say anything." Akihito retorted, starting to move along the apartment's main hall.

He didn't manage to walk far though, soon tripping on his wobbly legs and nearly hitting the floor face first had it not been for Asami's quick reflexes in grabbing him by the waist before any damage was done.

Not that the younger man was able to recognize the heroic gesture, as he soon started fighting against Asami's hold, trying to push the older man back away from him with his hands.

Of course his meager attempts failed miserably, and he was reduced to verbal complains, once Asami finally lost his patience and picked him up on his arms, carrying him in the direction of the master bathroom.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Akihito asked, as soon as Asami put him down on the edge of the tub.

"Getting a shower ready for you." The older man retorted unamused, turning on the water. "You're not planning to go to sleep in that state, are you?... Besides, you reek of sake." He added, hearing Akihito snicker in reply.

"So? What is it to you?"

"Shut up and take your clothes off, you brat. The water's ready." The older man said over his shoulder, failing to see Akihito pulling his tongue out on him.

Asami only turned around when he failed to sense any movement behind him. When he did, he found Akihito still sitting on the edge of the tub, his hands curled around the hem of his t-shirt, a light tint of red staining his cheeks.

"What's the matter with you?" He asked.

"Leave the bathroom already." Akihito said, as the tint on his cheeks turned redder.

"What? Isn't it a little bit too late in the game to feel shy around me? Just take your damned clothes off and get in the shower."

"I'm trying..."

"What?" Asami asked, confused by his answer.

"I said, I'm trying!" Akihito repeated, blushing even further. "My hands aren't doing what I'm telling them to do." He added, awkwardly pulling on his t-shirt.

It took Asami a couple of seconds to realize what he meant, but as soon as he did he had to make an effort not to grin. The brat was really in a bad shape, though Asami figured tonight would probably teach him a valuable lesson about not drinking more than he could handle.

"Here, let me help you." He said, easily pulling Akihito's t-shirt over his head.

And before the young man could do anything about it, he found himself standing up in front of Asami and very quickly being rid of his jeans.

He was still in time to stop Asami from removing his boxer shorts though, quickly placing his hands above the other man's before the latter had the chance to pull them down.

"H-Hey, leave them on ok. I'll take them off once I get into the shower."

Asami still frowned at him, but quickly pushed him towards the shower, sliding the doors closed as soon as the youngster stepped in it.

The second the water hit Akihito's body, he yelped.

"Crap! The water's freezing!"

"Good! It will sober you up more quickly." Asami retorted from outside the shower, immediately hearing Akihito cursing under his breath in reply.

"What's up with you today anyway? It's not like you to get this drunk."

"...It's nothing." Akihito replied only a while later, making Asami think that that was the only thing that he was going to get out of the younger man on the subject.

It didn't end up being the case though.

"I saw him again..." Akihito mumbled eventually; his voice slightly muffled by the sound of the running water.

"Saw who?"

"Asami, you idiot."

"Huh! ?...Akihito, are you feeling alright?" Asami asked from across the shower's doors, suddenly worried about the young man's sanity. It turned out the brat was a lot drunker than he'd thought.

Not that Akihito seemed to care...

"I saw Asami again today talking to that guy..." He continued as if he was talking to someone else.

"What guy? !"

"That Sudou guy...And he was crying all over Asami's shoulder... again. The leech!"

"...Where? Where did you see us...I mean, them?"

"…Outside that new fancy sushi restaurant downtown." Akihito continued bitterly. "I was there investigating a case. Asami came out of the restaurant and Sudou followed right after...crying... He told me he had meetings all day... Instead he jumped into his limo with that Sudou guy... Bastard Asami!"

"...Is that why you got yourself drunk tonight? Because of what you saw?"

"..."

"Akihito?" Asami called out again, unable to see inside the shower due to the steam from the hot water that Akihito had turned on in the meantime.

"...I'm an idiot." Akihito's broken voice reached him a couple of seconds later. "Why do I even care what that stupid jerk does?"

By then Asami had already slid the shower's doors open, finding Akihito smacked in the middle of it, unable to move as the water continued to drench him from the shower head above.

"...Why doesn't the stupid bastard realize that I like him?" Akihito said quietly.

He was so out of himself at that moment that he didn't even put up a fight when Asami stretched his arm and pulled him close towards him.

"I do know, you brat." The older man said, as Akihito's head rested on his shoulder and he drifted off to sleep again.

The following morning, Akihito woke up feeling rather strange. He didn't know though if it was all due to the massive migraine weighing down on his head, courtesy of his excessive consumption of alco

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A / N: một ngàn cảm ơn tất cả những người nhận xét chương cuối cùng. Vui vì bạn rất thích nó! :) Đây là một nhỏ lát-của-cuộc sống drabble. Happy đọc!VI.Asami impatiently stared lúc đồng hồ đeo tay của mình. Kirishima đã rời hơn một giờ trước, do đó, từ tính toán của mình trợ lý của ông nên đã trở lại rồi.Thanh trung tâm thành phố khu vực không phải là xa từ căn hộ của mình sau khi tất cả, và Kirishima đã lấy xe... Trừ khi, tất nhiên, người bạn của Akihito đã cho ông sai hướng qua điện thoại.Asami tạm dừng, suy nghĩ trở lại vào cuộc trò chuyện điện thoại nổi tiếng.Takato (ông tin rằng đó là trẻ em tên), đã bất ngờ gọi là số điện thoại di động của mình, bằng cách sử dụng điện thoại di động của Akihito, cầu Asami nếu là bất kỳ cách nào ông có thể đi downtown để nhận bạn bè của mình.Nó bật ra hai người trong số họ đã gặp trước đó đêm đó có một vài đồ uống, mặc dù Akihito cho một số lý do đã quyết định làm cho nó một chút nhiều hơn một vài về phía mình.Nếu những gì Takato có liên quan đến Asami là sự thật, mà ông nghi ngờ nó, sau đó Akihito là say rượu chết, hoàn toàn không liên lạc, và thực tế không thể di chuyển.Asami đã có một nửa một tâm trí để cho biết rằng đồng Takato để chỉ đổ Akihito trong một con hẻm và để cho anh ta tỉnh táo trên đó tất cả các đêm. Ông là cũ, đủ để biết tốt hơn để có được tự mình rèn, nhưng ông nghi ngờ bạn bè của mình sẽ không tham gia theo sự đề nghị.When Asami instead suggested that Takato took Akihito home with him for the night, the young man stammered, saying that his new wife would kill him if he'd show up at his doorstep with a drunken friend. It seemed that technically he'd sneaked out of the house so that he could meet up with Akihito that night, so he would surely be in deep trouble if his wife were to find out the truth.Sighing tiredly, Asami eventually agreed to send someone to pick Akihito up, and so the task had fallen on Kirishima, who had agreed to it despite the late hour.It took another full twenty minutes for the assistant to return though, and strangely enough Asami was able to hear Kirishima's voice on the building's hallway, long before he managed to ring the front door bell of the apartment.The sight that greeted Asami as he opened the door made him sigh tiredly all over again.Kirishima, who looked completely exhausted, was practically giving a piggy-back ride to Akihito seeing as the younger man seemed to had no control over his arms and legs anymore."My apologies for the delay, sir." Kirishima said to his boss, trying to sound as professional as the awkward situation he found himself in would allow. "Akihito-kun didn't want to leave the bar.""...I see." Asami replied, eying the half-comatose cargo on his back. "How is he now?""He was very talkative until a few seconds ago, but it seems he's drifted off to sleep for the moment." The assistant said, lowering Akihito to the floor so that Asami could pick him up instead. "If that is all for the night, sir...""Vâng, Kirishima. Đó là tất cả. Xin lỗi vì những rắc rối." Asami retorted, nhận thấy nhẹ nhõm nhìn trên khuôn mặt của người đàn ông khác.Họ đặt giá thầu nhau goodnight; Kirishima nhanh chóng biến mất xuống hành lang của tòa nhà, thậm chí trước khi ông chủ của mình đóng cửa đến căn hộ của mình.Bây giờ cuối cùng một mình với người đàn ông trẻ, Asami stared cho một vài giây nữa tại Akihito của ngủ phải đối mặt, muốn cảm thấy điên lúc anh ta, nhưng thay vào đó chỉ cần tìm tình hình kỳ quặc vui. Ông phải biết bằng bây giờ đã có không có biện pháp khắc phục cho hành vi bratty Akihito của...Ông chuyển của thủ trẻ cơ thể chống lại mình, một đưa Akihito của cánh tay qua vai của mình, do đó, rằng nó sẽ dễ dàng hơn để mang theo anh ta, nhưng các hành động kết thúc jerking người đàn ông trẻ tỉnh táo.Choáng váng và say sưa như ông là, nó không ngăn cản Akihito từ yelping ngay sau khi ông đặt mắt trên người đàn ông khác, cơ thể của mình tự động thoát giữ của mình và nhảy về phía sau để cho mình trở lại kết thúc lên nhấn một bức tường."Xem nó, thằng ngu." Asami đã cảnh báo, nhận thấy Akihito wincing đau đớn.Người đàn ông trẻ nhìn xung quanh thành phố hoang mang, dường như không công nhận môi trường xung quanh của mình. "W-nơi tôi? Làm thế nào đã làm tôi lại ở đây?"Asami cau mày, cố gắng tốt nhất của mình để giữ bình tĩnh. Từ cách Akihito đã kéo tiếng nói của mình, nó đã rõ ràng say rượu của mình là khá nặng."Kirishima đưa bạn quay lại căn hộ của tôi. Ông đã đi đến đón bạn tại quầy bar bạn đã uống rượu tại với bạn bè của bạn... Anh không nhớ?"Nó đã được rõ ràng từ Akihito của cái nhìn nhầm lẫn mà ông không nhớ nhiều về toàn bộ ban đêm, hãy để một mình một giờ hoặc lâu hơn."Kirishima-san?..." Akihito mumbled. "Oh, có, có... Tôi nhớ anh... Tôi đã nói với Kirishima-san không để đưa tôi trở lại ở đây, chết tiệt. Tôi không muốn để xem anh ta đêm nay.""Những gì?""Không có gì... Tôi không nói bất cứ điều gì." Akihito retorted, bắt đầu di chuyển dọc theo hội trường chính của căn hộ.Ông đã không quản lý để đi bộ đến nay Tuy nhiên, sớm vấp ngã trên chân lung lay và gần như nhấn mặt sàn đầu tiên có nó không cho phản xạ nhanh chóng của Asami trong grabbing anh ta bởi thắt lưng trước khi bất kỳ thiệt hại đã được thực hiện.Không phải là người đàn ông trẻ đã có thể nhận ra những cử chỉ anh hùng, khi ông sớm bắt đầu chiến đấu chống lại tổ chức của Asami, cố gắng để đẩy người đàn ông lớn tuổi trở lại từ anh ta với tay của mình.Tất nhiên nỗ lực khiêm tốn của mình không miserably, và ông đã giảm xuống còn lời than phiền, một khi Asami cuối cùng bị mất kiên nhẫn của mình và đã chọn anh ta trên cánh tay của mình, mang anh ta trong sự chỉ đạo của phòng tắm tổng thể."Hey, những gì bạn đang làm?" Akihito yêu cầu, ngay sau khi Asami đưa anh ta trên các cạnh của Bồn tắm."Tắm chuẩn bị cho bạn." Người đàn ông lớn tuổi retorted unamused, chuyển trên mặt nước. "Bạn không có kế hoạch để đi ngủ trong tiểu bang đó, bạn?... Bên cạnh đó, bạn reek của lợi ích." Ông nói thêm, nghe Akihito snicker trong trả lời."Vì vậy? Nó là gì cho bạn?""Shut up và cởi quần áo ra, bạn brat. Nước là đã sẵn sàng." Người đàn ông lớn tuổi nói qua vai của mình, không xem Akihito kéo lưỡi của mình ra về anh ta.Asami only turned around when he failed to sense any movement behind him. When he did, he found Akihito still sitting on the edge of the tub, his hands curled around the hem of his t-shirt, a light tint of red staining his cheeks."What's the matter with you?" He asked."Leave the bathroom already." Akihito said, as the tint on his cheeks turned redder."What? Isn't it a little bit too late in the game to feel shy around me? Just take your damned clothes off and get in the shower.""I'm trying...""What?" Asami asked, confused by his answer."I said, I'm trying!" Akihito repeated, blushing even further. "My hands aren't doing what I'm telling them to do." He added, awkwardly pulling on his t-shirt.It took Asami a couple of seconds to realize what he meant, but as soon as he did he had to make an effort not to grin. The brat was really in a bad shape, though Asami figured tonight would probably teach him a valuable lesson about not drinking more than he could handle."Here, let me help you." He said, easily pulling Akihito's t-shirt over his head.And before the young man could do anything about it, he found himself standing up in front of Asami and very quickly being rid of his jeans.He was still in time to stop Asami from removing his boxer shorts though, quickly placing his hands above the other man's before the latter had the chance to pull them down."H-Hey, leave them on ok. I'll take them off once I get into the shower."
Asami still frowned at him, but quickly pushed him towards the shower, sliding the doors closed as soon as the youngster stepped in it.

The second the water hit Akihito's body, he yelped.

"Crap! The water's freezing!"

"Good! It will sober you up more quickly." Asami retorted from outside the shower, immediately hearing Akihito cursing under his breath in reply.

"What's up with you today anyway? It's not like you to get this drunk."

"...It's nothing." Akihito replied only a while later, making Asami think that that was the only thing that he was going to get out of the younger man on the subject.

It didn't end up being the case though.

"I saw him again..." Akihito mumbled eventually; his voice slightly muffled by the sound of the running water.

"Saw who?"

"Asami, you idiot."

"Huh! ?...Akihito, are you feeling alright?" Asami asked from across the shower's doors, suddenly worried about the young man's sanity. It turned out the brat was a lot drunker than he'd thought.

Not that Akihito seemed to care...

"I saw Asami again today talking to that guy..." He continued as if he was talking to someone else.

"What guy? !"

"That Sudou guy...And he was crying all over Asami's shoulder... again. The leech!"

"...Where? Where did you see us...I mean, them?"

"…Outside that new fancy sushi restaurant downtown." Akihito continued bitterly. "I was there investigating a case. Asami came out of the restaurant and Sudou followed right after...crying... He told me he had meetings all day... Instead he jumped into his limo with that Sudou guy... Bastard Asami!"

"...Is that why you got yourself drunk tonight? Because of what you saw?"

"..."

"Akihito?" Asami called out again, unable to see inside the shower due to the steam from the hot water that Akihito had turned on in the meantime.

"...I'm an idiot." Akihito's broken voice reached him a couple of seconds later. "Why do I even care what that stupid jerk does?"

By then Asami had already slid the shower's doors open, finding Akihito smacked in the middle of it, unable to move as the water continued to drench him from the shower head above.

"...Why doesn't the stupid bastard realize that I like him?" Akihito said quietly.

He was so out of himself at that moment that he didn't even put up a fight when Asami stretched his arm and pulled him close towards him.

"I do know, you brat." The older man said, as Akihito's head rested on his shoulder and he drifted off to sleep again.

The following morning, Akihito woke up feeling rather strange. He didn't know though if it was all due to the massive migraine weighing down on his head, courtesy of his excessive consumption of alco