It wasn't the extra cash that Akihi

It wasn't the extra cash that Akihito was worried about. Kurokawa Onsen was a birthday gift from Asami and with the entire entourage staying at the inn; he needed to come out with various excuses about how the inn came into his possession.
Akihito supposed he could ask the staff to mask his identity but he was fairly certain Asami would purposely make things complicated for him. That jerk, he enjoyed watching me squirm.
Shit.
He had to come out with a plan. What was he going to do? Cancel the trip?
No.
Akihito shook his head. Kou and Takato were looking forward to the trip and he could imagine their disappointment if he backed out. Besides, the transportation and ground arrangements had been made.
"Akihito? Are you all right?"
The photographer pinched the bridge of his nose. He really hated how things were going but he hadn't had a choice. There was no way he could do this on his own. He needed allies.
"Kou, Takato. I need to tell you something."
Confused with Akihito's seriousness, the boys looked at each other nervously before looking at Akihito again.
"What is it? Are you unwell or did you miss your deadline or something?" Kou placed a hand on Akihito's forehead to check his temperature.
"No, I have a bigger problem." Akihito pushed Kou's hand away. "I need you to help me."
"What's wrong?"
"This isn't going to be easy," Akihito grumbled. "Kurokawa Onsen belongs to me."
The worried looks on his friends became confused before shock took over.
"Akihito, did you just say the Kurokawa Onsen is yours?" Kou asked, flabbergasted.
Akihito nodded. "I'm serious."
"You're saying that the luxurious Kurokawa Onsen, the same onsen we used to dream of going back in our school days – THAT onsen is yours?" Takato asked, still unable to believe his ears.
Again, the photographer nodded and this time both boys had their jaws dropped.
"Wow," was all Takato managed to say after a short pause.
"Asami san bought it for you?" Kou asked.
"On my birthday," Akihito said and watched his friends' jaws dropped another centimeter.
"That's your birthday present? Shit, both of us were wrong, Kou." Takato looked at the dark haired boy before turning their attention to Akihito. "We sorta made bets about your presents. Kou said you'd get some fancy jewelries and I bet on cameras," Takato explained.
Score for Takato because Asami actually bought a camera shop for him as a white day gift. But he wasn't going to tell Kou and Takato that.
Concentrating on more pressing matters at hand, Akihito pressed both palms together and pleaded. "Please, guys. Help me."
"How exactly do you want us to help?"
"Hide my identity. Don't let the other guys know that the inn belongs to me."
It was Takato who got confused. "What does it matter? Why do you want to hide it so much?"
Akihito gave his friends an exasperated look. "How the hell am I going to explain where I get the money to buy the onsen?"
"What about Asami san bought it for me as a birthday gift?" Kou joked and immediately held his hands up. "Just kidding, Akihito," he said when he noticed the photographer glaring at him.
"Well, it shouldn't be a problem," Takato said confidently. "What do you want us to do?"
Akihito opened his mouth to answer but he was interrupted when Toru announced that they had reached the airport.
"We'll discuss in the plane," Akihito mumbled and climbed out of the limousine.
As expected, Asami had a few men on standby in the private parking bay. A guard bowed at them before sliding into the driver seat, ready to drive the vehicle back to the penthouse. Another two guards came forward, carrying the boys' backpacks before leading the way.
No matter how many times Akihito had travelled with Asami in his private plane; he couldn't get used to the star treatment at the immigration check points. With four guards escorting them inside, Akihito didn't blame the people for gossiping.
Kou and Takato, who had not even had the opportunity to travel in an airplane before, looked bewildered throughout the entire process. It wasn't until they reached Asami's private plane that their eyes widened and jaws dropped.
He understood his friends' reactions all too well. He was as equally as shock when he entered the plane for the first time. The Boeing 777, custom made according to Asami's preference, boasted four different segments. The front segment had comfortable seats with buckles for take-off and landing purposes. Asami had the company install a freaking office in the second segment of the plane. Adjacent to it was what Akihito referred to as the living room since it resembled the one in Asami's penthouse. And finally, there was the bedroom at the rear.
"Woah, you travel in this?" Takato moved around the plane, taking his time to study the décor.
Kou draped an arm around Akihito. "Aki-chan, I have to say this again. You are loved by Asami san."
"Stop calling me that," the photographer muttered, slapping Kou's hands away. "Feel free to sit wherever. But don't sit on the first two chairs at the front. Those are Asami's."
And mine.
His friends didn't seem to mind the odd requests and happily sat where Toru directed them. Once the plane took off, Akihito brought Kou and Takato to the back where they could sit on the couch.
"This is awesome, Akihito. If commercial airline flew like this, our butts wouldn't have to suffer."
"I wonder how much does this plane cost," Kou commented as he took a sip of his strawberry milkshake.
Akihito shrugged his shoulders before looking at Toru. His personal guard, whom Akihito referred as the walking encyclopedia, obviously did not disappoint. The guard named an amount that made all three boys cringed.
"Seriously?"
"Yes, Takaba sama. Asami sama acquired this a year ago. The previous model has been sold for an undisclosed amount," the guard replied as he took his seat across Akihito.
Akihito wanted to make a rude sarcastic comment about Asami but he thought it would be best that he didn't expose too many things about the yakuza to his best friends.
Some comments are better kept secret.
"Look guys, about the help I asked earlier –"
"What about it?"
"Help me hide from the others that I'm the owner."
Kou looked at Takato before looking back at Akihito. "We don't mind doing that, Akihito, but there goes my chance of rubbing it in Minami's face."
"Minami?"
"Minami Nubou – the rich egotistical, narcissistic guy in our class, remember? He used to gloat that his dad owns a textile factory or something." Kou made an annoyed face. "Decent looks; irritating personality."
"And he used to be jealous of you, Akihito."
That had Akihito's attention. "Me?" He pointed a fore finger at himself.
Takato slurped the rest of his milkshake. "You probably didn't notice but he was jealous that you had more friends than he does. And he was sour that you received more chocolates on Valentines."
Kou stood up and marveled at the hi-fi system in the plane. "Except money, you have better package. That was the only edge he had against you and he showed it off whenever he could. Remember how he used to flaunt his stuff? It was damn annoying." Kou sat on the couch again. "Now that you're richer, Takato and I were looking forward for you to rub the fact in his face."
Akihito remembered Minami now. He had been a pain in the ass for as long as Akihito could remember. With the amount of cash he received from his father as pocket money, Minami was able to spend it on distasteful clothes he proudly labelled as fashion. And for some reason Akihito couldn't comprehend, Minami disliked him.
As much as Akihito would love to see Minami's defeated looks, he wasn't ready to disclose his relationship with Asami. "Sorry guys, not this time. We'll think of something to get back at him."
Kou winked at Akihito. "Definitely."
Relieved that he managed to get his friends on his side, Akihito turned to Toru and Ando. "Since you guys will be tagging along, do me a favor – stay away from our reunion party. You can stay in the onsen, but check in as guests and pretend that we don't know each other."
Ando was the first to protest. "But Takaba sama –

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Nó không phải là tiền mặt phụ Akihito đã lo lắng về. Kurokawa Onsen là một món quà sinh nhật từ Asami và với đoàn tùy tùng toàn bộ lưu trú tại các quán trọ; ông cần phải đi ra với các lý do khác nhau về cách các quán trọ đến thành sở hữu của mình.Akihito nghĩ ông có thể yêu cầu nhân viên để che dấu danh tính của mình, nhưng ông là khá chắc chắn Asami nào cố ý làm cho mọi việc phức tạp cho anh ta. Đó giật, ông rất thích xem tôi squirm.Chết tiệt.Ông đã phải đi ra với một kế hoạch. Ông sẽ làm gì? Hủy bỏ chuyến đi?Cười toAkihito lắc đầu. Kou và Takato đang tìm kiếm về phía trước để chuyến đi và ông có thể tưởng tượng sự thất vọng của họ nếu ông rút lui. Bên cạnh đó, sự sắp xếp vận chuyển và mặt đất đã được thực hiện."Akihito? Anh có sao không?"Các nhiếp ảnh gia pinched cầu mũi của mình. Ông thực sự ghét làm thế nào những điều đã đi, nhưng ông đã không có một sự lựa chọn. Có là không có cách nào ông có thể làm điều này trên riêng của mình. Ông cần đồng minh."Kou, Takato. Tôi phải cho bạn biết một cái gì đó."Nhầm lẫn với mức độ nghiêm trọng của Akihito, các bé trai nhìn nhau nervously trước khi nhìn Akihito một lần nữa."Những gì là nó? Bạn có khỏe hay bạn đã bỏ lỡ thời hạn của bạn hoặc một cái gì đó?" Kou đặt một bàn tay trên của Akihito trán để kiểm tra nhiệt độ của mình."Không, tôi có một vấn đề lớn hơn." Akihito đẩy Kou của bàn tay đi. "Tôi cần bạn để giúp tôi.""Những gì là sai?""Điều này không phải là dễ dàng," Akihito grumbled. "Kurokawa Onsen thuộc về tôi."Vẻ lo lắng về bạn bè của mình trở nên bối rối trước khi chiếm sốc."Akihito, đã làm bạn chỉ cần nói Kurokawa Onsen là của bạn?" Kou đã hỏi, flabbergasted.Akihito gật đầu. "Tôi là nghiêm trọng.""Bạn đang nói rằng Kurokawa Onsen sang trọng, onsen cùng chúng tôi sử dụng để ước mơ của sẽ trở lại trong ngày của chúng tôi học-onsen mà là của bạn?" Takato hỏi, vẫn không thể tin đôi tai của mình.Một lần nữa, các nhiếp ảnh gia gật đầu và thời gian này cả hai con trai có quai hàm của họ giảm xuống."Wow," được tất cả Takato quản lý để nói sau khi một tạm dừng ngắn."Asami san đã mua lại nó cho bạn?" Kou đã hỏi."Ngày sinh nhật của tôi," Akihito nói và theo dõi bạn bè của mình jaws giảm một cm."Đó là sinh nhật của bạn hiện nay? Chết tiệt, cả hai chúng tôi đã sai, Kou. " Takato nhìn cậu bé tóc tối trước khi chuyển sự chú ý của họ để Akihito. "Chúng tôi sorta làm cược về trình bày của bạn. Kou nói bạn sẽ nhận được một số đồ trang sức lạ mắt và tôi đặt cược vào máy ảnh,"Takato giải thích.Điểm cho Takato vì Asami thực sự mua một cửa hàng máy ảnh cho anh ta như một món quà ngày màu trắng. Nhưng ông không phải nói với Kou và Takato đó.Tập trung vào nhiều bức xúc vấn đề ở bàn tay, Akihito ép cả hai lòng bàn tay với nhau và kêu gọi. "Xin vui lòng, mọi người. Giúp tôi.""Làm thế nào chính xác bạn muốn chúng tôi để giúp?""Ẩn danh tính của tôi. Không để cho người khác biết rằng các quán trọ thuộc về tôi."Nó đã là Takato những người đã nhầm lẫn. "Những gì nó quan trọng? Tại sao bạn muốn ẩn nó quá nhiều?"Akihito đã cho bạn bè của mình một cái nhìn exasperated. "Làm thế nào các địa ngục tôi sẽ giải thích nơi mà tôi nhận được tiền để mua onsen?""Những gì về Asami san mua nó cho tôi như một món quà sinh nhật?" Kou nói đùa và ngay lập tức đã tổ chức bàn tay của mình lên. "Just kidding, Akihito," ông nói khi ông nhận thấy các nhiếp ảnh gia rõ ràng lúc anh ta."Vâng, nó không nên là một vấn đề," Takato nói tự tin. "Những gì bạn muốn chúng tôi làm?"Akihito đã mở miệng của mình để trả lời, nhưng ông bị gián đoạn khi Toru thông báo rằng họ đã đạt đến sân bay."Chúng tôi sẽ thảo luận trong mặt phẳng," Akihito mumbled và leo ra khỏi limousine.Theo dự kiến, Asami có một vài người đàn ông về chế độ chờ trong khoang bãi đậu xe riêng. Một người bảo vệ cúi vào họ trước khi trượt vào chỗ ngồi lái xe, sẵn sàng để lái xe quay lại penthouse. Một hai đội đến chuyển tiếp, mang các bé trai ba lô trước khi dẫn đường.Không có vấn đề bao nhiêu lần Akihito đã đi qua với Asami trong máy bay riêng của mình; ông không thể có sử dụng để điều trị sao tại điểm kiểm tra xuất nhập cảnh. Với bốn vệ sĩ hộ tống họ bên trong, Akihito đã không đổ lỗi cho những người cho gossiping.Kou và Takato, những người đã không thậm chí có cơ hội để đi du lịch trong một chiếc máy bay trước khi, trông hoang mang trong suốt toàn bộ quá trình. Nó không cho đến khi họ đạt của Asami máy bay tư nhân đôi mắt của mình mở rộng và hàm giảm xuống.He understood his friends' reactions all too well. He was as equally as shock when he entered the plane for the first time. The Boeing 777, custom made according to Asami's preference, boasted four different segments. The front segment had comfortable seats with buckles for take-off and landing purposes. Asami had the company install a freaking office in the second segment of the plane. Adjacent to it was what Akihito referred to as the living room since it resembled the one in Asami's penthouse. And finally, there was the bedroom at the rear."Woah, you travel in this?" Takato moved around the plane, taking his time to study the décor.Kou draped an arm around Akihito. "Aki-chan, I have to say this again. You are loved by Asami san.""Stop calling me that," the photographer muttered, slapping Kou's hands away. "Feel free to sit wherever. But don't sit on the first two chairs at the front. Those are Asami's."And mine.His friends didn't seem to mind the odd requests and happily sat where Toru directed them. Once the plane took off, Akihito brought Kou and Takato to the back where they could sit on the couch."This is awesome, Akihito. If commercial airline flew like this, our butts wouldn't have to suffer.""I wonder how much does this plane cost," Kou commented as he took a sip of his strawberry milkshake.Akihito shrugged his shoulders before looking at Toru. His personal guard, whom Akihito referred as the walking encyclopedia, obviously did not disappoint. The guard named an amount that made all three boys cringed."Seriously?""Yes, Takaba sama. Asami sama acquired this a year ago. The previous model has been sold for an undisclosed amount," the guard replied as he took his seat across Akihito.Akihito wanted to make a rude sarcastic comment about Asami but he thought it would be best that he didn't expose too many things about the yakuza to his best friends.Some comments are better kept secret."Look guys, about the help I asked earlier –""What about it?""Help me hide from the others that I'm the owner."Kou looked at Takato before looking back at Akihito. "We don't mind doing that, Akihito, but there goes my chance of rubbing it in Minami's face.""Minami?""Minami Nubou – the rich egotistical, narcissistic guy in our class, remember? He used to gloat that his dad owns a textile factory or something." Kou made an annoyed face. "Decent looks; irritating personality.""And he used to be jealous of you, Akihito."That had Akihito's attention. "Me?" He pointed a fore finger at himself.Takato slurped the rest of his milkshake. "You probably didn't notice but he was jealous that you had more friends than he does. And he was sour that you received more chocolates on Valentines."Kou stood up and marveled at the hi-fi system in the plane. "Except money, you have better package. That was the only edge he had against you and he showed it off whenever he could. Remember how he used to flaunt his stuff? It was damn annoying." Kou sat on the couch again. "Now that you're richer, Takato and I were looking forward for you to rub the fact in his face."Akihito remembered Minami now. He had been a pain in the ass for as long as Akihito could remember. With the amount of cash he received from his father as pocket money, Minami was able to spend it on distasteful clothes he proudly labelled as fashion. And for some reason Akihito couldn't comprehend, Minami disliked him.As much as Akihito would love to see Minami's defeated looks, he wasn't ready to disclose his relationship with Asami. "Sorry guys, not this time. We'll think of something to get back at him."Kou winked at Akihito. "Definitely."Relieved that he managed to get his friends on his side, Akihito turned to Toru and Ando. "Since you guys will be tagging along, do me a favor – stay away from our reunion party. You can stay in the onsen, but check in as guests and pretend that we don't know each other."Ando was the first to protest. "But Takaba sama –