Nothing in the world was more impor

Nothing in the world was more important to Akihito than his camera and his lenses. Yet that one morning on March 14th, Akihito woke up to an empty apartment and a missing camera bag. Panicked, he rushed to the living room, checking the backs of the couches, in case he had left it there the night before. It wasn't there.

Already dressed in his standard work attire; torn jeans, white singlet, paired with a thin khaki jacket, Akihito fumed when he noticed that he had to leave in 20 minutes or he'll be late. He turned to his guard, seated at the single couch by the corner, reading the newspapers.

"Toru, did you happen to see my camera bag?"

As usual from the stoic guard, he merely stood up and bowed. "No, Takaba sama."

"You know, you can continue calling me Akihito. I like that better," Akihito mumbled as he checked the balcony. Odd place to check, but Akihito thought he could never be too sure.

"Unless Asami sama clears it, it wouldn't be wise to do so."

"I swear that boss of yours have a few loose screws in his head," the photographer said, without looking at the guard. He moved to the kitchen, even went as far as opening his storage drawers where he kept his stash of junk food but his precious bag was simply nowhere to be found.

Damn, where the hell is my bag?

"Takaba sama – ,"

Closing the storage drawers, he turned to look at the guard. Standing at nearly 6 feet, Toru looked very handsome in his standard black suit. With dark eyes, thin lips and a well-toned body, Akihito was certain that Toru wouldn't be lacking of any bed partners; men or women.

Toru slid his hand into his pockets, pulling out a single key and an envelope. Akihito took the offered items, staring at contents suspiciously. He scrutinized the key first. It was a key that he didn't recognize; the odd pattern on the key did not resemble the keys to the rooms in the apartment.

Placing the key aside, Akihito removed the letter from the white envelope. The handwriting was something he recognized. The bold, distinctive handwriting could only be Asami's.

Akihito, your camera bag is located in Shibuya. Toru will take you there.

The photographer cursed, crushing the note. Narrowing his eyes into slits, Akihito crossed his arms across his chest. "You knew about this?"

Toru remained unperturbed with Akihito's temper. "I did not. I was only instructed to bring you to a place."

"That bastard, what does he think he's doing?" Akihito walked past Toru to the main door. "Did he think we're playing a game show or something?" He grumbled as he put on his work shoes. The pair of sneakers was custom made from a brand Akihito cannot even pronounce the name. The insides of the shoes felt like butter and it was so comfortable Akihito did not dare to guess the price.

He spent the rest of the journey to Shibuya cursing Asami. He resisted the urge to call him, thinking that he'd assessed the situation first. As the car pulled to a fancy camera shop in Shibuya, Akihito groaned.

Surely, it wasn't what he feared? Akihito thought as he stepped out of the car. He gave the glass door a pushed. It didn't budge an inch. Without even hesitating, Akihito pulled out the key Toru had given him earlier and slid it into the key lock. Unsurprisingly, it matched.

The photographer walked cautiously into the posh camera shop with Toru following behind closely. Another glass door greeted him and as he reached nearer and it slid open gracefully, welcoming the photographer. The interior was tastefully decorated, with rows of Nikon cameras and accessories displayed neatly on the built-in shelves caved into the wall. Located in the middle of the shop was a square, glass encased display box and there, it housed the most expensive camera and lens.

As awed as he was with the equipment, Akihito found his own temper heightened. Jamming his hand into his jeans pocket, he fished out his and speed dialed Asami's number.

"Are you seriously out of your mind?" Akihito controlled his urge to shout.

As if Asami knew what Akihito was talking about, he answered casually, "If you meant the camera shop; no."

"Why are you giving me a camera shop?" Akihito raised his hand, waving at the expensive cameras.

"It's your White Day present. I recall receiving chocolates from you," Asami answered, amused with his lover's exasperated reply.

"The box of chocolates cost only about 3000 yen but this –" Akihito waved his hand around the shop desperately, " – is NOT a white day present!"

"Kirishima informed me that White Day presents have to be three times the cost of the Valentine's gift," the yakuza interrupted smoothly.

"Three times; not three thousand times!" Akihito argued. "Take it back!"

"What would I do with a camera shop?"

"Give it to someone, I don't care; but I don't want it," Akihito said stubbornly.

The yakuza chuckled. "I'm afraid the legal papers have been finalized, Akihito. Take it as compensation; you broke your lens at the Sky Bar a few weeks ago."

The photographer gritted his teeth. "I'm not your god damn mistress, Asami. I don't need you heaping presents at me."

"Akihito—," There was hint of warning in Asami's voice.

Ah, Shit. It was never good when Asami used that tone. Deciding to go with another approach, the photographer continued, "Look, I appreciate the present but if you really want to give me a white day present, I have a right to say what I want."

The warning tone was replaced by a genuine surprised answer. "And what would the request be?"

Akihito moved to the counter, carrying his bag. "One day without Toru and Ando."

When Asami remained silent, Akihito quickly continued, "One day without them and I'll take the camera shop."

It was a cheap trick to make Asami agree but Akihito was really yearning for his freedom. How many months had it been since he last went to a stake out on his own? Toru was a great friend and helper but Akihito longed for the good old times when he was working solo. Coincidentally, Takeda tipped him off about a possible dealing involving a corrupt policeman and a drug dealer. He accepted the job despite knowing Toru would interfere if he found out. So when Asami gave him the camera shop, Akihito knew he had to take the chance.

The yakuza remained silent and Akihito was positive that his lover wouldn't agree when he suddenly said, "Fine; I'll consider that as a favor."

"Bastard, we are barter trading now. How does that count as a favor?" The photographer protested.

"Don't push your luck, Akihito," the yakuza warned. "Be back at the penthouse before midnight. A minute later, I'll strap you to bed for the next day."

The lips on the photographer spread. "Deal; I'll pass the phone to Toru." Akihito agreed, skipping to his guard in happiness.

"Toru, take this as your lucky day; you get a day off!" The photographer gave a victorious butt wriggling dance as he pushed his phone to the guard.

Toru eyed his master curiously but did not comment any further. Pressing the phone to his ear, he murmured his boss's name.

"Toru, let him do as he pleases today. Both you and Ando report to Sion."

Toru looked alarmed for the moment. He stole a quick glance at the photographer who was marveling at the new lens. "Asami sama, do you need me to follow Takaba sama? I can make my presence unknown," he said in a low voice.

For a moment, the crime lord did not speak. Finally, after an uncomfortable silence, he commanded, "Make sure you're not seen.

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Nothing in the world was more important to Akihito than his camera and his lenses. Yet that one morning on March 14th, Akihito woke up to an empty apartment and a missing camera bag. Panicked, he rushed to the living room, checking the backs of the couches, in case he had left it there the night before. It wasn't there.Already dressed in his standard work attire; torn jeans, white singlet, paired with a thin khaki jacket, Akihito fumed when he noticed that he had to leave in 20 minutes or he'll be late. He turned to his guard, seated at the single couch by the corner, reading the newspapers."Toru, did you happen to see my camera bag?"As usual from the stoic guard, he merely stood up and bowed. "No, Takaba sama.""You know, you can continue calling me Akihito. I like that better," Akihito mumbled as he checked the balcony. Odd place to check, but Akihito thought he could never be too sure."Unless Asami sama clears it, it wouldn't be wise to do so.""I swear that boss of yours have a few loose screws in his head," the photographer said, without looking at the guard. He moved to the kitchen, even went as far as opening his storage drawers where he kept his stash of junk food but his precious bag was simply nowhere to be found.Damn, where the hell is my bag?"Takaba sama – ,"Closing the storage drawers, he turned to look at the guard. Standing at nearly 6 feet, Toru looked very handsome in his standard black suit. With dark eyes, thin lips and a well-toned body, Akihito was certain that Toru wouldn't be lacking of any bed partners; men or women.Toru trượt tay vào túi của mình, kéo ra một phím duy nhất và một phong bì. Akihito đã các mục được cung cấp, nhìn chằm chằm vào nội dung đáng ngờ. Ông thuần giám sát chìa khóa đầu tiên. Nó là chìa khóa mà ông đã không nhận ra; Các mô hình kỳ lạ trên phím đã làm không giống với các phím để các phòng trong căn hộ.Đặt chính sang một bên, Akihito gỡ bỏ thư từ phong bì màu trắng. Chữ viết là một cái gì đó ông công nhận. Chữ viết tay đậm, đặc biệt chỉ có thể của Asami.Akihito, túi máy ảnh của bạn nằm ở Shibuya. Toru sẽ đưa bạn có.Các nhiếp ảnh gia nguyền rủa, nghiền ghi chú. Thu hẹp mắt của mình vào khe hở, Akihito vượt qua cánh tay của mình trên ngực của mình. "Bạn biết về điều này?"Toru vẫn trường với tính khí của Akihito. "Tôi đã không. Tôi đã được chỉ hướng dẫn để đưa bạn đến một nơi.""Tên khốn, nào ông nghĩ ông làm gì?" Akihito đi qua Toru đến cửa chính. "Ông đã nghĩ rằng chúng tôi đang chơi một trò chơi Hiển thị hoặc một cái gì đó?" Ông grumbled như ông đã đặt trên giày làm việc của mình. Đôi giày tuỳ chỉnh làm từ một thương hiệu Akihito thậm chí không thể phát âm tên. Bên trong của những đôi giày cảm thấy như bơ và đó là vì vậy thoải mái Akihito đã không dám đoán giá.Ông đã dành phần còn lại của cuộc hành trình để Shibuya cursing Asami. Ông chống lại việc đôn đốc để gọi anh ta, suy nghĩ rằng ông đã đánh giá tình hình đầu tiên. Như xe kéo đến một cửa hàng máy ảnh ưa thích ở Shibuya, Akihito groaned.Surely, it wasn't what he feared? Akihito thought as he stepped out of the car. He gave the glass door a pushed. It didn't budge an inch. Without even hesitating, Akihito pulled out the key Toru had given him earlier and slid it into the key lock. Unsurprisingly, it matched.The photographer walked cautiously into the posh camera shop with Toru following behind closely. Another glass door greeted him and as he reached nearer and it slid open gracefully, welcoming the photographer. The interior was tastefully decorated, with rows of Nikon cameras and accessories displayed neatly on the built-in shelves caved into the wall. Located in the middle of the shop was a square, glass encased display box and there, it housed the most expensive camera and lens.As awed as he was with the equipment, Akihito found his own temper heightened. Jamming his hand into his jeans pocket, he fished out his and speed dialed Asami's number."Are you seriously out of your mind?" Akihito controlled his urge to shout.As if Asami knew what Akihito was talking about, he answered casually, "If you meant the camera shop; no.""Why are you giving me a camera shop?" Akihito raised his hand, waving at the expensive cameras."It's your White Day present. I recall receiving chocolates from you," Asami answered, amused with his lover's exasperated reply."The box of chocolates cost only about 3000 yen but this –" Akihito waved his hand around the shop desperately, " – is NOT a white day present!""Kirishima informed me that White Day presents have to be three times the cost of the Valentine's gift," the yakuza interrupted smoothly."Three times; not three thousand times!" Akihito argued. "Take it back!""What would I do with a camera shop?""Give it to someone, I don't care; but I don't want it," Akihito said stubbornly.The yakuza chuckled. "I'm afraid the legal papers have been finalized, Akihito. Take it as compensation; you broke your lens at the Sky Bar a few weeks ago."The photographer gritted his teeth. "I'm not your god damn mistress, Asami. I don't need you heaping presents at me.""Akihito—," There was hint of warning in Asami's voice.Ah, Shit. It was never good when Asami used that tone. Deciding to go with another approach, the photographer continued, "Look, I appreciate the present but if you really want to give me a white day present, I have a right to say what I want."The warning tone was replaced by a genuine surprised answer. "And what would the request be?"Akihito moved to the counter, carrying his bag. "One day without Toru and Ando."When Asami remained silent, Akihito quickly continued, "One day without them and I'll take the camera shop."It was a cheap trick to make Asami agree but Akihito was really yearning for his freedom. How many months had it been since he last went to a stake out on his own? Toru was a great friend and helper but Akihito longed for the good old times when he was working solo. Coincidentally, Takeda tipped him off about a possible dealing involving a corrupt policeman and a drug dealer. He accepted the job despite knowing Toru would interfere if he found out. So when Asami gave him the camera shop, Akihito knew he had to take the chance.The yakuza remained silent and Akihito was positive that his lover wouldn't agree when he suddenly said, "Fine; I'll consider that as a favor.""Bastard, we are barter trading now. How does that count as a favor?" The photographer protested."Don't push your luck, Akihito," the yakuza warned. "Be back at the penthouse before midnight. A minute later, I'll strap you to bed for the next day."The lips on the photographer spread. "Deal; I'll pass the phone to Toru." Akihito agreed, skipping to his guard in happiness."Toru, take this as your lucky day; you get a day off!" The photographer gave a victorious butt wriggling dance as he pushed his phone to the guard.Toru eyed his master curiously but did not comment any further. Pressing the phone to his ear, he murmured his boss's name."Toru, let him do as he pleases today. Both you and Ando report to Sion."Toru looked alarmed for the moment. He stole a quick glance at the photographer who was marveling at the new lens. "Asami sama, do you need me to follow Takaba sama? I can make my presence unknown," he said in a low voice.
For a moment, the crime lord did not speak. Finally, after an uncomfortable silence, he commanded, "Make sure you're not seen.