Words cannot even describe how grat

Words cannot even describe how grateful I am to all of you who have taken time to read and reply to my Author's Note. Many of you pm-ed me to share your personal experiences, offer kind words of encouragement and some even volunteered to listen should I need someone to talk to. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You don't know how much those words have given me hope and strength to go through the ordeal. I would have responded to every pm in my inbox if I could; unfortunately time is something that I do not have at the moment. My days are spent rushing to and fro my work place, home and hospital.

I mentioned it in the Author's Note and I will say this again. Joining the Finder community in FFnet, AO3 and Livejournal has been one of the best experiences ever. I remembered how nerve wracking it was when I posted the first chapter of Business as Usual. I told myself that I'd quit if readers hated the chapter. That obviously did not happen. You have been nothing but kind and I am still in disbelief how many people are reading my work. It is surreal, and I sincerely thank you for that.

I would love to personally send the chapter to everyone who pm-ed me but seeing that most of the email addresses were omitted by ffnet, I am posting this unfinished chapter here. This chapter is unbeta-ed and I have not made any changes to it so you might find mistakes here and there. Some parts may also feel weird and choppy.

Warnings: Unfinished, unbeta-ed

Disclaimer: Viewfinder and its characters are properties of Yamane Ayano.

Special thanks to RiveReinStyx –my friend, beta and companion for two years

Business as Usual Chapter 29

The door to Asami's office at Sion flung open as a very agitated photographer marched inside. After Akihito had found out about Asami's intervention in his onsen plans, the photographer had ordered Ando to take him to Sion immediately to confront his yakuza lover of two years.

That nerve of the man, Akihito thought as he strode to his lover's office. Counting this round, it was the second time Asami had interfered in his plans. The first time it happened, Akihito's family came visiting him in Tokyo and he lost count how many excuses he had to come up with during their three-day visit.

He supposed he wouldn't be so agitated if Asami handed him bullet train tickets. No, that rich bastard went for the extreme and asked Akihito and his friends to travel in his private plane.

"Akihito," Asami greeted as he stood up. "For you to come to my office willingly is indeed rare."

"You arranged for us to travel in your plane," Akihito accused, crossing his arms across his chest.

The eyebrow rose as the yakuza passed the report he was holding to Kirishima. He waved his hand, a signal his secretary understood as to leave. Taking his bow, Kirishima left and closed the door behind him discreetly. Slowly, Asami stood up. Sliding his hands into his pocket, he moved nearer to the boy.

"I did."

"Why the hell did you do that?" Akihito demanded. "I'm not invalid and I could damn well find my way there!"

Asami nudged Akihito's chin up. "So you rather spend fourteen hours on the bus than to take an hour plane to Fukouka?"

The temper Akihito felt just now began to simmer down. "No, but –,"

"It's either you take the plane there or I'll charter the entire bullet train and send more guards to accompany you there," Asami interrupted. "Your choice, Akihito."

The hazel eyes stared hard at the yakuza. "That's blackmailing!"

"Blackmailing doesn't include sending someone Fukouka in a private plane. Besides –,"

"What?" Akihito asked nervously when he noticed Asami's flashed his trademark smirk.

"Take it as a working trip." Asami turned, took a folder on top of a stack of reports before passing it to a puzzled Akihito. "The agreement between Marukoshi, The Fixer and Asahi brewery has been drawn. You can take this to your brother in Fukouka."

Accepting the folder, Akihito eyed his lover skeptically. "Do you send all your employees in your private plane just to deliver reports?"

"Only Kirishima. And you're not an employee, Akihito. You're the CEO of seven successful stores," the crime lord reminded. "Of course –," Asami continued before Akihito could interrupt him, "— you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

Akihito's hopes lifted. "I'm not doing it."

Asami traced his fingers along Akihito's jawline. "Then I shall take the task off your hands. I'll go with you to Fukouka and –"

"No!" Akihito interrupted before Asami could finish his sentence. He glanced at his smug looking lover and knew that he had lost in the argument. "You're an asshole, Asami."

Yanking Akihito, Asami kissed him hard on the lips before releasing him. "Have fun in Fukouka," Asami said as he took his seat in his leather chair. "Call Toru. I need to speak with him."

Akihito, who was already both frustrated and mortified by his own actions, rushed out of the office hastily to meet the lanky guard by the door. Covering his mouth from embarrassment, the photographer jerked a thumb at the door. "He's asking for you."

Toru exchanged a brief glance with Ando, signaling him to guard Akihito before entering the room. Bowing before his employer, Toru moved nearer to the desk. The man behind the desk glanced up from his report and gazed his golden eyes at Toru. They were hard, intimidating and it reminded Toru of a cold, calculated man who was ready to kill anyone who stood his path.

"Asami sama," he greeted and bowed.

"Toru, Akihito is likely to travel to Fukouka on Friday or Saturday morning. Make the necessary arrangements."

Toru bowed slightly. "Yes, sir. Suoh san has the onsen checked and a few extra guards from the Fukouka region will be placed around the onsen as a security measure."

"Good. While you are there, Akihito does not leave your sight, are we clear?"

"Understood, Asami sama. What about the onsen? Should I allow him to share the pool with his friends or classmates?"

Asami stood up, walked to the huge window panels, staring at Tokyo Tower. "Let him do as he pleases," he said without looking at the guard.

If Toru was surprised at how generous Asami was by allowing Akihito's friends to see his naked skin, he didn't show. Instead, he nodded his head and took his leave when Asami dismissed him with a single order.

Guard him well.

Alone in the office, Asami looked out at the towering architecture of Tokyo Tower again as he thought of Akihito's onsen trip. Toru's rather abrupt question caught him slightly off guard. Admittedly, he never thought if he was all right with other men or women looking at Akihito's naked body. He supposed he didn't have problems with Kou and Takato since he had met with them and knew that apart from being best buddies with his lover, there wasn't anything going on.

As for the others, Asami realized he wasn't as generous as he had originally thought. The word sharing simply didn't exist in his vocabulary and the mere thought of other people looking at his lover's porcelain skin was enough to make his blood boil.

Now the only remaining problem was getting Akihito to soak in his own private pool. Knowing his lover, he wouldn't agree to the demands.

As he stared at the iconic tower again, a thin smile graced the yakuza's lips. He mapped out a plan rather quickly, feeling absolutely confident that Akihito would have no choice but to seek for fewer companions during the onsen session this weekend.

Xx Business as Usual xX

Akihito, you fool! The photographer cursed as he sat in the limousine en route to Kou's apartment. He unlocked the security window that separates the driver and back seat and leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of the red marks on his neck.

He slanted his head, pulled his white shirt slightly and there it was – a huge red kiss mark on the nape of his neck. Akihito knew that if he removed the white shirt and black singlet, he'd find similar markings all over his body.

Akihito cursed his own stupidity again. He should have realized what the older man was trying to do when he fucked him last night. He should have felt that the slight sting all over his body when the yakuza marked him with kiss marks. Instead he behaved like a wanton boy in heat, moaning and begging Asami to pound into him harder, faster.

What was he going to do now? Damn it. He had to be at the onsen, which meant he was supposed to jump into the pool naked with his friends, drink sake and talk rubbish. Now that there were hickeys all over his body, Akihito didn't think he'd want to risk the exposure and had questions bombarded at him later.

He wasn't stupid. When he woke up an hour ago and noticed marks all over his body, he knew that bastard lover of his had planned it all along. The hickeys were left in visible places on purpose, a clear indication to potential suitors that Takaba Akihito was someone else's property.

What a disgrace, Akihito scolded himself silently as he pressed the kiss mark on the nape of his neck. The hickey felt oddly nice when he touched it and – Stop it, Takaba Akihito!

"Takaba sama, do you need a band aid for that?"

Embarrassed, the photographer quickly covered his hickey. "No."

What difference would it made? Akihito leaned against the back seat as the limousine pulled into Kou's apartment. Covering that one hickey as opposed to the rest he had on his body wouldn't help at all – he still couldn't take off his clothes in front of everyone.

Still cursing Asami mentally, Akihito pulled out his black diamond studded phone and texted Kou, informing the raven haired boy that he had reached the apartment.

"Toru, did the bastard order you to prepare a car upon our arrival at Fukouka?"

His guard had no problems identifying whom his master was referring to. "Yes, Takaba sama."

Akihito leaned forward. "Don't tell me it's the limo."

"No, Takaba sama. For your safety, we have decided that we'll be using the SUV. The car is bullet proof and tested for safety."

"Bullet proof? Did he think