Akihito groaned moodily as he packs

Akihito groaned moodily as he packs up his equipment from on the corner of the nicely furnished studio. It was definitely not his day. First he gets screwed by that beast of a man early in the morning which resulted in weakened legs and awkward footsteps. Then, he had to drag his heavy equipments with him with an aching back for the photo shoot. What’s more? Receiving a sudden call from the subordinate of his diabolical brother who informed him that his peaceful life was over, his life was definitely filled with stress and anxieties.

Engaging oneself in intense working was a good way to rid your mind of other worries, so says the experts which he have to agree with, but just when he thought he could finally get down to work, the three sluts on stage did nothing but flirt and demanded that he hang out with them. Akihito felt his patience snap when the girls pushed on for an orgy invitation. Thankfully their managers told them off and threatened to have them fired if they weren’t going to act professional, an act which probably saved their lives.

It was of course unknown to the newbie models that Akihito was renowned not only for his photographic talents and looks, but also for his royalty like status as Asami Ryuichi’s special existence. No sane person in the entertainment industry would dare to upset or trouble Akihito, not unless they fancy death. There are, however, a few isolated occasions where Asami was tempted to cement the offender’s feet and throw them into Tokyo Bay. *stereotype action for yakuza. If Akihito had not pleaded with him, those fools would’ve ended up as shark snacks, and lucky for these girls, they were stopped just before a very pissed Akihito pressed the speed dial for ‘Asami-chan.

Sulking and walking out of GLAM studio, he noticed a black limo parked right at the entrance. Swearing silently, he walked up towards the familiar vehicle and desperately hoped that Asami wasn’t in it. He wasn’t ready to deal with telling his lover the truth and at this moment, he still couldn’t think of a resolution.

A relieved sigh escaped his lips when Touya, one of Asami's goons, opened the back door for him to reveal an empty back seat. He entered the car non enthusiastically and leaned his aching back onto the comfortable material. “Where’s Asami?” he asked sleepily.

“Asami-sama is still at the office. He won’t be back to the penthouse until dinner time. He has ordered me to escort you back to the penthouse directly after your work.” Touya answered politely. The boy might not be dignified enough to earn his respect but when it comes to elevating or clamming his boss’ mood, Akihito works better than narcotics. Not to mention most of Asami’s subordinates has taken a liking to the feisty brat, including himself.

Akihito sighed, no longer having the energy to throw his usual tantrum. “I’m not a damn brat you know? I don’t need constant supervision… What the hell is he thinking? That I’ll cheat on him?”


Taking a quick glance at his watch, the noted the short hand pointing at the number 4.

‘ At least I have a few hours left to derived some kind of explanation… but seriously, I don’t know where or how to start…’


Then an idea struck him. Alcohol. As long as he’s tipsy he’ll be able to blurt out everything without fear. Besides, if Asami ever goes psychotic about it, he could just blame it on his drunkard state.


*********************************************

Flight announcements rang loudly in the crowded arrival hall of Heathrow International Airport. A young man in his late 20’s was pacing elegantly along the corridor with his hand carry. He glanced the surrounding once and unfailingly spotted his target. A tall, brown haired man hastily jogged towards him and greeted him,

“Welcome back from Russia my Lord.” With a bow, the latter reached out for the piece of luggage that he was pulling. “Is that all? I remembered you went with two other large luggage…”

“It’s fine, Sebastian. I threw the unneeded items.” The man replied casually. He has not brought back any clothes, necessities or souvenirs, all he had were the clothes he was wearing, his laptop, and a few important documents.

“Threw, my lord?” Sebastian frowned slightly. His master was undoubtedly rich but throwing out items is still an undesired behaviour.

“Well, donated…” the other answered with a grin. “My items would serve their purpose well in that auction for the AIDS campaign. The charity runners should be smiling happily right now.” Indeed, no one should ever underestimate the price of his ‘only one made in the world’ designer clothes.

“You donated all of them?” Sebastian asked cautiously, aware that there are certain items that shouldn’t be given but destroyed.

“I got rid of the dodgy ones.” the young lord waved impatiently, prominently wanting to change the subject. “More importantly, give me an update. Is everything running in order in my absence?”

“There are no major changes, my Lord. Lord Darling has kept everything in order, you can rest assured with him running your errands.”

“Ah~ He does get things done doesn’t he? What more can a man ask from his secretary?” A smile spread across the young lord’s face as they continued to walk towards the exit.

A man in a chauffer’s uniform greeted them and opened the door of luxurious white limousine. The young lord surveyed his surroundings before entering the car.

"Where’s Seto?" He asked as the limo started to drive.

"On leave for family matters, my Lord."

The young Lord frowned and dialled a familiar number on his mobile phone without hesitation. "This is Jonathan… Have you completed your task?" He asked coldly.

"Yes Ran-sama. I have contacted Akihito-sama about your arrival in Japan next Tuesday." Seto replied, wondering if it was wise to have taken the day off upon his master’s return, but it was necessary since his daughter came down very ill.

“And the information I needed?” Jonathan asked, resting his head on the seat.


"The reviewed materials are on your study table, completed with all the information you have asked for along with photos for illustrations."


"Right... And the passport I asked you to prepare?"


"It’s done, Ran-sama. I’ve already passed it to Sebastian. Is there anything else?"


"That’s all, report to me as soon as you're done with your family affairs."

"Wakarimashita, Ran-sama. I am almost finished."

"Good." Jonathan ended his call with a sigh. It has been a year on top of a decade since he last met his younger brother and he wondered what the boy has grown into. It may have been harsh of him to have exiled a child of 13, but it was necessary at that time and he never regretted his decision.

He rubbed his forehead wearily and shook the thoughts off. "Sebastian, the passport."

"In the compartment in front of you, my Lord" Sebastian replied

Jonathan removed the small red booklet from the compartment and eyed the royal coat of arms intensely. His fingers brushed pass the symbol of British royalty as he turned to the first page which contained the picture and details of its holder.


Code of Issuing State: GBR

Passport No.: 13xxxxxx38

Surname: Ootori

Given Names: Akihito

Nationality: British

Date of birth: 05/05/19xx

Sex: M

Place of birth: Dover

Date of issue 12/10/20xx

Authority: 8


Jonathan closed the book with a sly yet satisfied smile, ‘I have things to settle with you, Akihito. Whether you like it or not, you will return to Britain… By the orders of Jonathan Ran Ootori…’


A 40 minute drive brought the occupants of the limo into the grounds of a gigantic Victorian mansion. Huge iron gates gave way to the moving vehicle, revealing a massive English garden that lead towards the main entrance of the mansion.

Jonathan strolled into the mansion with dignity and was greeted by his stewards. Male and female, they lined themselves on both sides, stretching from the entrance to the stairs that lead above. They bowed their heads low to welcome the return of their master.

Discarding his coat to one of his servants, Jonathan nodded and made his way up the stairs towards his study room. His eyes were set on the large black folder lying on his desk. Picking it up, he slumped back into the comfort of a luxurious armchair and started to read.

A young man with light brown hair and hazel eyes greeted him in the first photo.

Hmm, this picture looks better than the one in the passport made for him He certainly has grown well... A bit thin though...was he not fed well?He proceeds to flip to the next page and his eyes narrowed predatorily at the second picture.

It was a man in his mid thirties, with dark neatly combed hair, piercing golden eyes and the aura of a dominant male wolf, there was no mistake, this is the leader of the pack. He hastily flipped to the wordings in the file.


Surname: Asami

Given name: Ryuichi

Age: 36
Occupation: Business man
Residence: xxxx Tokyo, Japan
Comments:

The most powerful gokudo leader in Japan. He is known to own numerous legal businesses in addition to drugs and weapons trades. Among legal businesses known are clubs such as the famous "CLUB SION”, a chain of hotels, restaurants, casinos and private financing firms. He is found to be acquainted with most Japanese politicians and is mildly associated with international underground figures. Among which are Hong Kong mafia Liu Fei Long and Russian mafia Mikhail Arbatov in Macao.

Akihito-sama is known to have a close relationship with Asami Ryuichi and was proven to spent at least 4 days a week staying over in Asami’s penthouse. The security is moderate but we are yet to infiltrate it for further surveillance since we have not been given direct orders to investigate him. We also found out from several detectives in Japan that Akihito-sama is rumored to be the lover of Asami Ryuichi and has been in several cases abducted for that reason. This rumor appears to be very sound from our surveilla

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Akihito groaned moodily như ông gói lên thiết bị của mình từ góc của studio được trang bị độc đáo. Đó là chắc chắn không phải là ngày của mình. Đầu tiên ông được hơi say bởi con thú đó của một người đàn ông sớm vào buổi sáng mà kết quả trong suy yếu chân và vụng về bước chân. Sau đó, ông đã phải kéo thiết bị nặng của mình với anh ta với một đau trở lại để chụp ảnh. Hơn nữa? Nhận được một cuộc gọi bất ngờ từ đơn vị hành chính của diabolical trai người thông báo với ông rằng cuộc sống yên bình của mình là hơn, cuộc sống của ông chắc chắn đã được lấp đầy với căng thẳng và lo âu.Hấp dẫn mình làm việc cường độ cao là một cách tốt để thoát khỏi tâm trí của bạn lo lắng khác, vì vậy ông các chuyên gia mà ông phải đồng ý với, nhưng chỉ khi ông nghĩ ông có thể cuối cùng nhận được để làm việc, sluts ba trên sân khấu đã không làm gì nhưng tán tỉnh và yêu cầu rằng ông treo với họ. Akihito cảm thấy sự kiên nhẫn của ông chụp khi các cô gái bị đẩy vào cho một lời mời orgy. Rất may của người quản lý nói với họ và đe dọa để chúng bắn nếu họ sẽ không hành động chuyên nghiệp, một hành động mà có thể lưu cuộc sống của họ.It was of course unknown to the newbie models that Akihito was renowned not only for his photographic talents and looks, but also for his royalty like status as Asami Ryuichi’s special existence. No sane person in the entertainment industry would dare to upset or trouble Akihito, not unless they fancy death. There are, however, a few isolated occasions where Asami was tempted to cement the offender’s feet and throw them into Tokyo Bay. *stereotype action for yakuza. If Akihito had not pleaded with him, those fools would’ve ended up as shark snacks, and lucky for these girls, they were stopped just before a very pissed Akihito pressed the speed dial for ‘Asami-chan.Sulking and walking out of GLAM studio, he noticed a black limo parked right at the entrance. Swearing silently, he walked up towards the familiar vehicle and desperately hoped that Asami wasn’t in it. He wasn’t ready to deal with telling his lover the truth and at this moment, he still couldn’t think of a resolution.A relieved sigh escaped his lips when Touya, one of Asami's goons, opened the back door for him to reveal an empty back seat. He entered the car non enthusiastically and leaned his aching back onto the comfortable material. “Where’s Asami?” he asked sleepily.“Asami-sama is still at the office. He won’t be back to the penthouse until dinner time. He has ordered me to escort you back to the penthouse directly after your work.” Touya answered politely. The boy might not be dignified enough to earn his respect but when it comes to elevating or clamming his boss’ mood, Akihito works better than narcotics. Not to mention most of Asami’s subordinates has taken a liking to the feisty brat, including himself.Akihito sighed, no longer having the energy to throw his usual tantrum. “I’m not a damn brat you know? I don’t need constant supervision… What the hell is he thinking? That I’ll cheat on him?”Taking a quick glance at his watch, the noted the short hand pointing at the number 4.‘ At least I have a few hours left to derived some kind of explanation… but seriously, I don’t know where or how to start…’Then an idea struck him. Alcohol. As long as he’s tipsy he’ll be able to blurt out everything without fear. Besides, if Asami ever goes psychotic about it, he could just blame it on his drunkard state.*********************************************Flight announcements rang loudly in the crowded arrival hall of Heathrow International Airport. A young man in his late 20’s was pacing elegantly along the corridor with his hand carry. He glanced the surrounding once and unfailingly spotted his target. A tall, brown haired man hastily jogged towards him and greeted him,“Welcome back from Russia my Lord.” With a bow, the latter reached out for the piece of luggage that he was pulling. “Is that all? I remembered you went with two other large luggage…”“It’s fine, Sebastian. I threw the unneeded items.” The man replied casually. He has not brought back any clothes, necessities or souvenirs, all he had were the clothes he was wearing, his laptop, and a few important documents.“Threw, my lord?” Sebastian frowned slightly. His master was undoubtedly rich but throwing out items is still an undesired behaviour.“Well, donated…” the other answered with a grin. “My items would serve their purpose well in that auction for the AIDS campaign. The charity runners should be smiling happily right now.” Indeed, no one should ever underestimate the price of his ‘only one made in the world’ designer clothes.“You donated all of them?” Sebastian asked cautiously, aware that there are certain items that shouldn’t be given but destroyed.“I got rid of the dodgy ones.” the young lord waved impatiently, prominently wanting to change the subject. “More importantly, give me an update. Is everything running in order in my absence?”“There are no major changes, my Lord. Lord Darling has kept everything in order, you can rest assured with him running your errands.”“Ah~ He does get things done doesn’t he? What more can a man ask from his secretary?” A smile spread across the young lord’s face as they continued to walk towards the exit.
A man in a chauffer’s uniform greeted them and opened the door of luxurious white limousine. The young lord surveyed his surroundings before entering the car.

"Where’s Seto?" He asked as the limo started to drive.

"On leave for family matters, my Lord."

The young Lord frowned and dialled a familiar number on his mobile phone without hesitation. "This is Jonathan… Have you completed your task?" He asked coldly.

"Yes Ran-sama. I have contacted Akihito-sama about your arrival in Japan next Tuesday." Seto replied, wondering if it was wise to have taken the day off upon his master’s return, but it was necessary since his daughter came down very ill.

“And the information I needed?” Jonathan asked, resting his head on the seat.


"The reviewed materials are on your study table, completed with all the information you have asked for along with photos for illustrations."


"Right... And the passport I asked you to prepare?"


"It’s done, Ran-sama. I’ve already passed it to Sebastian. Is there anything else?"


"That’s all, report to me as soon as you're done with your family affairs."

"Wakarimashita, Ran-sama. I am almost finished."

"Good." Jonathan ended his call with a sigh. It has been a year on top of a decade since he last met his younger brother and he wondered what the boy has grown into. It may have been harsh of him to have exiled a child of 13, but it was necessary at that time and he never regretted his decision.

He rubbed his forehead wearily and shook the thoughts off. "Sebastian, the passport."

"In the compartment in front of you, my Lord" Sebastian replied

Jonathan removed the small red booklet from the compartment and eyed the royal coat of arms intensely. His fingers brushed pass the symbol of British royalty as he turned to the first page which contained the picture and details of its holder.


Code of Issuing State: GBR

Passport No.: 13xxxxxx38

Surname: Ootori

Given Names: Akihito

Nationality: British

Date of birth: 05/05/19xx

Sex: M

Place of birth: Dover

Date of issue 12/10/20xx

Authority: 8


Jonathan closed the book with a sly yet satisfied smile, ‘I have things to settle with you, Akihito. Whether you like it or not, you will return to Britain… By the orders of Jonathan Ran Ootori…’


A 40 minute drive brought the occupants of the limo into the grounds of a gigantic Victorian mansion. Huge iron gates gave way to the moving vehicle, revealing a massive English garden that lead towards the main entrance of the mansion.

Jonathan strolled into the mansion with dignity and was greeted by his stewards. Male and female, they lined themselves on both sides, stretching from the entrance to the stairs that lead above. They bowed their heads low to welcome the return of their master.

Discarding his coat to one of his servants, Jonathan nodded and made his way up the stairs towards his study room. His eyes were set on the large black folder lying on his desk. Picking it up, he slumped back into the comfort of a luxurious armchair and started to read.

A young man with light brown hair and hazel eyes greeted him in the first photo.

Hmm, this picture looks better than the one in the passport made for him He certainly has grown well... A bit thin though...was he not fed well?He proceeds to flip to the next page and his eyes narrowed predatorily at the second picture.

It was a man in his mid thirties, with dark neatly combed hair, piercing golden eyes and the aura of a dominant male wolf, there was no mistake, this is the leader of the pack. He hastily flipped to the wordings in the file.


Surname: Asami

Given name: Ryuichi

Age: 36
Occupation: Business man
Residence: xxxx Tokyo, Japan
Comments:

The most powerful gokudo leader in Japan. He is known to own numerous legal businesses in addition to drugs and weapons trades. Among legal businesses known are clubs such as the famous "CLUB SION”, a chain of hotels, restaurants, casinos and private financing firms. He is found to be acquainted with most Japanese politicians and is mildly associated with international underground figures. Among which are Hong Kong mafia Liu Fei Long and Russian mafia Mikhail Arbatov in Macao.

Akihito-sama is known to have a close relationship with Asami Ryuichi and was proven to spent at least 4 days a week staying over in Asami’s penthouse. The security is moderate but we are yet to infiltrate it for further surveillance since we have not been given direct orders to investigate him. We also found out from several detectives in Japan that Akihito-sama is rumored to be the lover of Asami Ryuichi and has been in several cases abducted for that reason. This rumor appears to be very sound from our surveilla