[FIC] CLUB AK47 - Chapter 12
Title : Club AK47 - Chapter 12
Author : chibitanz
Pairing : Akame, RyoKame, PiKame, RyoDa, RyoUchi, JinxOC, RyoxOC, JinDa and more to come so basically its decagon.
Disclaimer : dont own no shit but the plot.
Ratings : NC 17
Warnings : dont fucking read in a hurry. i tend to make draggy fics. and my muses come and go so naturally sometimes the storyline gets sidetracked.
Summary : This is a serious chapter. Jin is pushed to the back of everyone's mind. Yamapi walks in all high and mighty saying, "I AM HERE FOR YOU. LOOK AT ME."
In the far end of the corridor, a class was commencing. The lecture was on about the Principal of Accounting. Enters the wooden door, it was obvious that though the class was on - the lecturer was flipping through pages in that humongous thick grey text book on his hand a remote that controls the LCD behind him - the students in the room showed on their faces that they hardly digested the topic of the lecture, let alone the page they were told to turn.
A quarter of them had their heads hung low, clearly into slumberland while some had their chin resting on a random page, blowing puffs of air through their mouth.
The half an hour before noon had become extremely hot; undoubtedly an unsuitable weather for a long class like this.
Kame sat there, his phone stuck on his hand and his fingers pressing the buttons like a maniac while his eyes were staring out the window at the pine tree that had been there even before he entered this university.
He had completely forgotten about Yamapi and had only just remembered about the singer when he checked his phone for missed calls. There wasn’t any from Yamapi but the singer’s name came to his head at that moment.
From his second brother, Kamenashi Kouji, was a seemingly urgent message which Kame could tell from the lack of usage of punctuations like himself sometimes.
Kazuya trouble at home its dad are you coming home soon?
To say he was worried was an understatement. Sure his father and him never exchanged more than ten words daily and Kame used to be bothered by this fact when he was younger, however as he grows up, he learnt to understand that his father wasn’t exactly a man of many words.
His father, as much as he doesn’t show his love for his sons like any other fathers does with affection and warmth but money alone had nevertheless kept the family secured financially. There was not much that could occur to a family that had enough to eat and it was because he hadn’t needed to worry about money problems that he’d brush off the lack of communication between his father and the family.
Now that something seemed to happen in the household, Kame was distracted and worried. Quickly, he texted a reply.
What happened?
Two long minutes passed before his phone vibrated in his hand. Kouji was calling him and not a second wasted after he picked up that his brother’s fretting voice came to his ear.
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He giggled softly to himself at the photo he assumed had to be from ten years ago. Kame was almost a different person than the latter was right now. The boy in the photo was wearing a blue baseball cap and resting a brown baseball bat on his right shoulder. Kame had bushy and thick eyebrows which Jin thought it resembled Bert from Sesame Street and the only difference was that Bert’s was one thick line across and he shuddered to think if Kame’s eyebrows would grow in between as well.
Flipping to the next folder in his hand, there was another stack of photos from Kame’s past. He had to give his mother’s private investigator the credits for the full details that could be dug from his boyfriend.
Apparently, Kame was an average kid with a blurry future ahead when he read through the teacher’s comments from Kame’s high school. He only enjoyed playing around and never once managed to finish his homework. Kame was also an unusually quiet kid though he had friends and seemingly only talk to his friends however distances himself from other students.
There was so much information about his boyfriend in his hands right now and even as he continued reading through the files, Jin had not spent a second considering the fact that it was an irrational thing to do and what Kame would think if the younger boy finds out about this.
Just like Kame himself, Jin was clueless of his actions most of the time.
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Not a single shadow could be seen on the grounds of the campus on that very morning. Classes were happening and with the strict disciplinary action towards any students of the said campus who was caught playing truant, no student would be stupid enough to risk being thrown out of the infamous Todai University.
Pacing quickly from inside the campus and outside however was Kame, hurrying to leave the grounds of the said place.
With his bag hanging on his shoulder as he paces away, tears pooling over his two orbs were threatening to fall and when they did eventually, Kame made no effort to wipe them away.
He stood there, face expressionless as his eyes stared away on the crowded street. On the queue where he stood behind two middle-aged women and in front of him a man in his twenties, he wondered if anything would be alright in his family from now on.
In his trance, everything seemed unnoticeable right then. Not even when a white car zoomed expertly into a parking space next to the bus stop and when a man in black shades stepped down from a car and approaches him.
Yamapi placed his palm in front of Kame’s eyes, waving to get the younger boy’s attention.
Kame blinked and turned to his side. “Yamapi?”
The singer grinned when Kame looked at him curiously. “Good morning, Kame-chan.”
Kame looked behind him at the two women who hadn’t seemed to be aware of the idol’s presence despite the building opposing the bus stop had a huge billboard where the same face of the person in front of him was advertising Toshiba laptops.
“What are you doing here?” He asked quietly.
Yamapi ignored the question but asked a few of his own, “Why hadn’t you called? Aren't you supposed to be in uni right now? Where’s Jin?”
“Jin!” Kame snapped. He had forgotten to tell his boyfriend about his little trip back home. “Ah, I’m such a useless boyfriend!” He scolded himself.
Missing the idol’s abrupt appalled eyes, Kame took out his phone from his jacket pocket and began pressing on the keys.
“You and Jin…?” Yamapi whispered to himself.
Kame bit his lip when three times of calling flew to voice mails. He pressed the keys again, deciding that he would just send Jin a message.
“Where are you going?” Yamapi asked again, his expression stoic.
Kame then flipped his phone shut before meeting the idol’s eyes again. “I’m going back home.”
“In Edogawa?” Yamapi asked and kicked himself inwardly for having said that. Kame hadn’t told him about his hometown and he should have known nothing about it should he hadn’t dig that information out from Koki.
Kame nodded, unbothered by Yamapi’s knowledge of his hometown.
Yamapi’s relief of Kame’s only nod for an answer turned to concern for the boy when the latter fidgeted about and it seemed to be no small matter that was happening in the Kamenashi household.
He grabbed Kame’s arm, separating the younger boy from the queue to which the women supposedly behind Kame hurried to take a step forward, cutting the line short.
“Ah, what’s the matter?” Kame asked as he was being dragged to the white car shining gloriously under the sun.
Yamapi opened the door to the passenger seat and let go of Kame’s arm. “I’ll drive you there,” He said as he walked to the driver’s seat.
His hands were on the fifth wheel and his foot was already stepping hard on the pedal when Kame was pulling the seat belt around him.
-
“Ma’am, it seems that the adverse party stands a chance in this case,” Horikita Maki states as she scans through the paper on her hand.
Reina elegantly removed her glasses from her face as she stares at the woman in her twenties, apparently new to the firm.
“Why so, Horikita-san?” She asked, knowing the obvious.
Cleverly dunce with the system in a new firm she was assigned to, Horikita Maki had absolute infinitesimal information about the infamous Akanishi Reina, head of the law firm.
“Well, apparently the abstract of the offender is clean. The accused does seems to be a fairly honest man and I cannot help but to wonder if our client’s filing was irrelevant.” Horikita said.
Reina remained her unmoving gaze from the young woman who she finds so much resemblance in her own younger days.
Reina clapped her hands together. “Horikita-san, would you mind helping me recall the day when you were sent to work here, in this firm of mine?”
Horikita looked around and noticed at that moment, all eyes were on her. “Two weeks ago, ma’am. “
“Date? Month? Year? Time? A lawyer must be specific in every word she says.” Reina said again.
Horikita scrambled her mind to remember today’s date and with the calculation she struggled in her head, she came up with a full answer this time.
“On the eleventh of October, year 2011. Time is 9:00a.m. sharp, as I registered my name into the punch card outside the reception.”
Reina nodded satisfied with the given answer. The young woman has potential she was looking for and there was more than just stating the specifics that Horikita ought to learn in this firm.
“You were saying that our client have not the sufficient evidence to win this case, yes?”
Horikita nodded eagerly. “Yes, ma’am. It appears that the claim ought to be just a false accusation from our client perhaps in a motive of smearing the name of Kamenashi Development.”
“And your proof of said motive is…?” Reina narrowed her eyes.
Horikita scrambled through her stack of papers and when she finally found the one she was looking for, excitedly she stood up as she replied, “From the abstract I’ve summarized of the two developers, Kamenashi and Tanaka have both been rivals ever since the very same day they started both their companies.”
“I don’t see this fact in my report.” Reina said again.
“Neither do I.” said another person from the table. Soon, everyone in the meeting room nodded and wondered about the statement from Horikita earlier which was not written in their own reports.
Horikita looked around and bit her lip. “I searched further for this detail last night and I didn’t manage to fit it into everyone else’s. Sorry for my carelessness.”
Reina smiled at the young lawyer. “Very well for your hard work. Everyone here ought to take her as a model lawyer, in spite of she is still new and learning.”
The others in the room only offered a small smile for the complimented lawyer and blushing, she sat down on her chair while scolding herself for being overly excited.
“From Horikita-san’s points, we can conclude that it was claimed that Kamenashi Development was using fake building materials which was the cement in the process of development from beginning to the end of the registered building under the name of Runaways Corporation at 4th Street of Chiba prefecture, causing the disintegration of the said building and in the downfall inflicting several injuries on a passer-by who offered to be the indispensible party of this case. That passer-by himself was no other than Tanaka Aki himself, President of the Tanaka Development.”
Horikita was amazed by Akanishi Reina’s detailed summary of the case without a second glance on the paper which the woman had only read just once.
“And you were saying that our client’s filing for a lawsuit was irrelevant, why?” With deliberate patience, the woman stares deep into the young lawyer’s eyes.
Horikita swallowed hard from the stare that seemed to be eating up her confidence inside out. “Source from the cement was from Aoki Corporation so apparently, Kamenashi Development has no knowledge about the fake production of the building material and therefore, suing them was pointless in the first place.”
Reina let out an exquisite laugh. “So young yet so naïve, dear Horikita-san.”
Now all eyes were on Reina after that comment and being the experienced the lawyer she had been and winning the cases with zero loss all the while be it with the right or the wrong ways, she could tell that everyone in the room was thinking the same simple rationale hence, coming to a conclusion that the offender of the case was in favour of being dropped the charges.
“Did Kamenashi tell you that he specifically checked the right amount of materials used in the production of the cement in ensuring the cement itself was a hundred percent in the right proportion of the materials used? Did the policy of Kamenashi Development clearly state that in every material used in the production of a building that the company would do a full check and guarantee the safety of the building produced?”
“You told me, Horikita-san, that you assumed our client Tanaka-san to be under the motive of rivalry hatred and therefore filing a lawsuit against Kamenashi. Then, what about his right to sue when harm was inflicted upon him on the work site where Kamenashi was obviously using fake materials which causes collapse on the floor of the second building and a dustbin lid sized of cement remnants fell onto Tanaka-san’s right leg?
“Forget the rivalry of the developers. Right now, don’t you think Tanaka-san’s claim was relevant in every sense of the word?”
Akanishi Reina looked around the room. Everyone’s eyes were back at the papers on their hands and some were nodding while others were discussing in whispers.
“So, can we all come to an agreement that the case in our hands right now was no other than a legal lawsuit in charging the offender of the usage of fake building materials which imposed threat to the safety of our client.”
“Horikita-san, you can start preparing the documents and evidence needed. Medical bills, testimonials and forensic reports.” Reina stood up with her head held high and with a firm nod, she turned around and exited the room with graceful steps.
Horikita Maki sat there dumbfounded but quickly composed herself. Everyone had filed out from the room and she was there alone, still reading through the files.
No matter how I think of it, I still believe that Kamenashi was innocently framed.
-
“Your father will be fine, don’t stress yourself too much about it.” Yamapi said to the crestfallen boy beside him.
Kame turned to face the idol again, his eyes hadn’t likely reached the assuring smile. He didn’t remember the road back home being this deserted and quiet.
“I haven’t been back here in only a year and so much has changed.” Kame said as he stared past the shop lots on the side of the streets which used to be crowded with children and now only senior citizens were waiting outside with tired faces.
“My father was innocent, right?” The small voice of uncertainty made Kame wonder if he was actually trying to convince himself or stating it blankly.
After all, he hadn’t exactly talked to his father that much.
Yamapi was at loss and all he could come up with was only encouraging words for the younger boy who looked so fragile right now. Kame had told him about his problem back home and Yamapi couldn’t help but to feel sorry for Kame who seemed to be in awkward doubt.
Kame was glad he had taken up Yamapi’s offer to drive him home. He couldn’t have been any happier to have someone he knew right next to him.
“I… I’m really glad you’re here with me now,” Kame hoped he hadn’t sounded too flirty with his words.
Yamapi smiled and nodded a bit otherwise stayed silent despite the triple back flips his stomach was currently doing.
The remaining drive was left silent and as much as the silence was deafening, the two men enjoyed it and preferred it that way.
-
Jin flipped his phone shut after reading the message sent to him from his boyfriend. He sighed deeply at the thought of not seeing the younger boy tonight and it wasn’t the sex he was looking forward to instead a surprise he wanted to tell Kame.
Holding the surprise in his hands, he stared at the two tickets in his hands before keeping them under a drawer in his room.
He looked at the time and stripped his body off from the sweaty clothing as he walked into the shower.
-
“Turn right as you go straight.” Kame said, straightening up as Yamapi turned into the directed road in the housing area.
“That one. The beige-coloured house next to the brown one,” Kame pointed.
The white car stopped at a house the idol thought to be strange. Unlike any other traditional Japanese houses outside, Kame’s house was a combination of both modern and traditional style of a building. Yamapi considered the house to have at least four to five rooms from the look of it outside. The fencing were odd but surrounded the home with a country-side feeling. There was a pond outside the garden and from where Yamapi stood outside the gate, he could tell that Kame’s family was neat.
The floor of the garden outside the house had no traces of fallen leaves despite it was autumn and leaves from the trees were threatening to fall from their branches.
Kame unlatched the gate and was about to enter before two women in their middle age rushes forward to pull back the gate, making way for Kame and Yamapi to enter the place.
“Welcome home, young master Kazuya,” The two women bowed.
Kame nodded shyly as he could feel Yamapi’s stare from beside him. He expected the reaction from the idol considering he hasn’t really been acting like a rich kid around Yamapi.
“Young master?” Yamapi smirked as they walked from the stone paths to the main entrance of the house.
Kame grinned. “Surely you didn’t want her to call me old man Kazuya?”
“You really don’t look like a ‘master’, young or old.” The idol shook his head disbelieve all over his face.
“Seeing isn’t actually believing.” Kame said and the door into the house opened before him.
Inside, Kame slipped out of his shoes to which Yamapi did the same and they entered a room where Yamapi expected to be the living room.
A woman in knee-length skirt and a small light pink floral top was sitting there watching television with her fingers massaging her forehead. “Welcome home, Kazuya,” she said, her eyes never leaving the images on the television.
“Mother, this is my friend Yamashita Tomohisa,” Kame said and her mother turned her head around, eyes widened at the sight of the celebrity who appeared on the television only a few minutes ago drinking some vegetable juice in the commercial.
“Yamashita Tomohisa?” Kame’s mother stood up and sauntered to her son and the guest.
Yamapi bowed his head. “Good afternoon.”
“My son had been a fan of yours for a long time, isn’t that right Kazuya?” Kame’s mother stared deep at Yamapi as she spoke.
“Mother,” Kame frowned.
Yamapi grinned and nodded. “Yes, so I’ve heard.”
“Oh dear! You haven’t been eating properly, haven’t you Kazuya? Look at how thin you’ve gotten! I knew I shouldn’t have let you live alone all by yourself in the city!” Kame’s mother exclaimed as she placed her palms on Kame’s face and arms.
“Haruna, call the maids to prepare some food for Kazuya and Yamashita-san.” Kame’s mother left the two men alone as she hurried to the kitchen herself.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Kame suggested and Yamapi followed behind amused by Kame’s mother’s earlier reaction.
Upstairs, there was another living room as wide as the one below as the stairs ended. On the right of the living room were two bedrooms and on the left were two as well.
Kame turned the knob of the door at the second room at the right, which Yamapi excitedly figured as Kame’s own bedroom.
Kame switched on the light as he enters and Yamapi glanced around in awe at the neat and tidy room. The room was wider than Kame’s apartment and there was a flat screen television sitting untouched on a black classy rack. Under the rack was tangled up wires connecting to two joysticks.
The younger boy had a single bed and he chuckled at the sheet covering the mattress which was the printed image of the Rilakkuma bear.
“Cute,” he commented.
In another corner of the room, there were three orange-coloured book shelves where seated in strict arrangement were comics and more comics.
Next to the shelves was a long rack stuck on the wall and placed on the rack were collections of DVDs Yamapi had expected from Kame’s apartment.
Kame jumped onto the bed and patted an empty space in front of him. Yamapi took the offer and brushed the younger boy’s hair. “What’s with the long face again? Come on, don’t look like this now. Your face right now will make your family even more worried.”
Kame sighed. “I know but I couldn’t help but to keep thinking about it.”
Yamapi stared at Kame for awhile before he expressionlessly brought his two hands forward and pinched his own cheeks as he did his eyes rolled to the side, making a terribly stupid image.
“Blehh~” He scooted closer to Kame to which the younger boy started with a chuckled then a loud shriek of laughter when Yamapi’s stupid face came so close to his own and it scared him.
“Oh my gosh, stop. Hahhahahaha stop!” Kame cried when Yamapi’s hands left his face and proceeded to attack Kame’s waist with tickles.
“I’m not even scared of ticklish over there,” Kame stroked his tongue at Yamapi’s failed attempt but the idol wouldn’t give up and continued groping all over Kame’s body until he felt Kame winced when his fingers approach the younger boy’s collarbones.
“Aha!” Yamapi yelled and went for the delicious collarbones and in that split second, his mind flew to his best friend who had the same weakness.
Kame jerked his shoulders up to stop Yamapi’s hands but his trembling being couldn’t save himself from the torturing attacks.
Saved by the call from Kame’s dear mother from downstairs for dinner, still grinning with his back on the bed, Yamapi straightened up and offered a hand. Kame took it gladly and they skipped downstairs to the dining room.
When they entered the dining room which was separated by a compartment, it wasn’t Kame’s mother alone in the room anymore. The remaining Kamenashi were all in their seated places and Yamapi hurried to make a small bow at the entrance.
“Good evening.” He said and Kame offered to introduce.
“Father, Kouji, Yuichiro, Yuya, this is Yamashita Tomohisa.” Kame said and when he sees his father nod, Kame pulled Yamapi to sit next to him.
“Kazuya, he’s the guy you liked from the dramas you kept, right?” Yuya asked excitedly.
“Obviously he is. Our Kazuya is amazing to be friends with a superstar. Hello there, I’m Kazuya’s second brother, Kamenashi Kouji.” Kouji extended a hand and Yamapi took it gladly.
“Fancy seeing you with celebrities. Kazuya, how have you been around the city?” Yuichiro looked at his brother for awhile and he turned his eyes towards Yamapi. “How do you do, I’m Yuichiro, Kazuya’s eldest brother.”
Yamapi smiled. “Hello. It’s a pleasure meeting you.”
Yuichiro grinned handsomely as he picked up his fork and spoon. “Same here.” Then, it was Kame’s father who spoke next.
“Have our Kazuya been giving you troubles? Please excuse him if he has,” Kame’s father smiled warmly and Yamapi thought to himself that the head of the Kamenashi family who was currently in deep waters doesn’t look at all troubled from the face.
Quickly he shook his head at the question. “No, no he hasn’t. Kame-chan has been really nice to everyone including me. I haven’t a proper friend in a while and Kame-chan here has been a great friend,”
Kame’s father smiled again. “I’m glad he has. Come on, try some of the radish my wife made.” He gestured with his hand on the full feast on the table and Yamapi for one couldn’t resist the delicious sight of the big pot of mixed vegetables.
“Ooh, how’s that, Kazuya? The idol you ship so much is saying such nice things about you,” Yuya elbowed his brother in a teasing manner.
Kame failed a stern glare which turned out to be a constipated expression at his youngest brother. “Shut up and eat,”
Yuya snickered and picked up the tomato with his fork. “Alright, Kame-chan,”
Kouji gave Yuya a thumb up at the nickname and when his eyes met Kame’s penance once, he went back to his own platter.
Dinner was over after three quarters of an hour. Like an organized class, everyone filed to the living room, Kame and Yamapi followed suit.
“I’m sure all of you have heard,” The oldest of the Kamenashi household started as soon as he checked that everyone was seated.
“Should I -“ Yamapi wanted to excuse himself from the family meeting he wasn’t supposed to be listening to but before Kame could protest, Kame’s father beat the latter to it.
“No, no, Yamashita-san. You too may have an ear in this,” He gestured for the idol to sit down again and Yamapi could only nod as much as he didn’t want to.
Kame’s father cleared his throat again. “There is a possibility that I will lose in this case,”
“What? Why? It’s hardly your fault the cement wasn’t authentic.” Kouji said.
“They should sue Aoki Corporation. They are the blame in this case,” Yuya followed.
Kame’s father shook his head. “I have a part in this too. I should have checked -“
“No, father. Checking the materials was out of the question. Nobody does that and there was no way anyone would have thought of doing that. The cement was ready made for the developers and the company uses the cement as soon as it got to the building site so there was barely any thought for checking.” Yuichiro remarked.
Kame’s father nodded but otherwise shook his head. “Tanaka was one hell of a bastard to appear in our construction site. Why him?”
Kame spoke finally. “It was strange for him to be there, and the cement gone wrong was a first time to happen in the company. I’m starting to think this is some weird coincidence.”
Everybody turned their eyes at the third son of the family.
“Kame-chan, you don’t mean that Tanaka-san was planning this?” Yamapi asked.
“I don’t know. It just seems too… how do I put it?” Kame bit his lip and thinks.
“Kame-chan’s got a point there,” Yuya nodded.
“After so many years of being enemies, Tanaka came up with this to ruin dad’s company? It’s a little low, don’t you think?” Kouji said.
Yuichiro shook his head. “It’s not low. It’s not even Tanaka’s style, he wouldn’t bother to pull off something like this. I don’t think it’s him.”
“Stop.” Kame’s mother sighed tiredly. “No matter how we think of it, we still won’t be able to decide on our own who is planning and who is not. Let us just leave everything to the lawyer.”
“Who did you hire in this case, father?” Yuichiro looked at the quiet man.
“Ohno Satoshi.”
Kouji clapped his hands excitedly. “I’ve heard of him! He’s famous and he even has a nickname for his flawless ability in solving court cases.”
“Which is?” Yuichiro raised an eyebrow.
“The Angel Lawyer.” Kouji answered.
The room became quiet and the sound of a needle falling onto the floor by a careless maid from another room in the house could be heard.
“We have a good lawyer with us so there’s probably no need to be worry, right?” Yuya broke the silence that had spread a dark red of blush on Kouji’s face. He would remain silent from now on.
“Not quite.” Kame’s father said.
“Why not? I mean, like what Kouji had said, Ohno-san should be able to win this easily. He would find enough evidence to prove your innocence, father.” Yuichiro frowned.
Kame’s father shook his head disapprovingly. “We do have a wise, famous lawyer on our side but Tanaka’s lawyer wasn’t just any lawyer either.
“From what I’ve heard, Tanaka’s lawyer is one heck of an iron woman who was known for her skills and her wise concluding skills which leaves no space for objection. She was tactless, even towards any judges in court and never once lost a case in her hand.”
“Wow. Let me guess, she’s a widow.” Yuya said.
“No, son. She’s divorced. She has a son, though.”
“Maybe the husband left her.” Kouji snickered and Yuya from the opposite couch showed a thumb up.
“Perhaps soon the son would leave her mother alone too.” Yuichiro added.
Kame chuckled. “Forever alone.”
The sons laughed and even Yamapi had to chuckle at their jokes. Kame’s mother, however, shook her head disapprovingly at her sons’ behavior.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say,” She said sternly and strolled into the kitchen, leaving the boys still grinning like idiots.
Yuichiro was first to came back to reality. He stood up, looking at his family members and Yamapi as well, “I have to go back to work. Things at the station isn’t going to be finished without me there tonight.”
Everyone stood up as well. Yuichiro gave each of his brothers a hug and with Yamapi, he shook the idol’s hand with a smile. “Thanks for coming tonight, Yamashita-san. Please take care of my brother in the future too.”
He went into the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with Kame’s mother following. “Good night, everyone. Call me if anything comes up.”
They all waved Yuichiro as he walks out of the front door.
Kame looked at the time and wondered if he should take his leave as well and sneaking a glance at Yamapi, he decided that he really should.
“Father, mother, I should go as well. Yamapi drove me here and I wouldn’t want to stay so late. He has work to do tomorrow. And I have school, too.” Kame turned to his remaining family members and they all agreed.
“See you soon, Kazuya.” Kouji hugged his brother and went to shake hands with Yamapi.
“Night, Kame-chan.” Yuya snickered and Kame slapped playfully at his youngest brother’s head. “Not funny,” he said and Yuya pouted before he turned to Yamapi.
“Good night, Kazuya. Take care of yourself in the city. Take your meals properly.” Kame’s mother said.
Kame nodded. “I will. Night, father.”
Kame’s father rested his hand on Kame’s right shoulder. “Night, son. Come home soon.”
“Come and visit us again, Yamashita-san.” Kame’s mother said to the idol and the other three Kamenashi nodded.
“We enjoyed your presence in our home. Excuse us for our manners, though.” Yuya added.
“Are you kidding? I love how your family members being able to talk freely to each other like this. I never had any brothers and I could feel the warmth in your family. I had a wonderful night. Thanks to every one of you.”
They all smiled at Yamapi’s sincere comment at the same time relieve when they could trust Yamapi to take care of Kame.
“We think it’s wise to leave Kazuya to you.” Kouji said.
Easily trusting a stranger. Kame looked disbelievingly at his family members especially his mother who looked seemingly floating in air, swooning with her eyes stuck onto the idol.
Yamapi followed Kame to the door and they all waved like they did when Yuichiro left earlier. Yuya came to stand next to Kame who motioned for him.
“Call me if anything happens,” He whispered to the younger boy. Yuya nodded apprehensively and the two friends followed the path to the gate.
“Sorry for troubling you again,” Kame said as soon as the car started rolling off the night street.
Yamapi chuckled, his hair being swept by the night breeze over the back. “What are you talking about? I’m really glad to be able to help you this little.”
“Little? It’s a lot of help for me just having you with me.” Kame said again, enjoying the night view of the town.
The lights hanging outside the shop lots they passed earlier were nostalgic and he dwelled into the feeling as a kid again whence he used to come outside to the shops to buy tofu with Yuichiro for their mother to prepare lunch boxes with bean curd in the contents.
“I’m happy to be able to come here with you, Kame-chan.” Yamapi smiled and kept his eyes on the road ahead of them.
A/N : eheh. sorry for the late chapter. i've been working and arrghhghadkfhdlkfhdsfha working is shittier than school. i cant believe im saying this but i hope i'll be in college soon! omg wtf emily what the hell are you saying?
A/N 2 : Anyone has 'friends with benefits' here?
Author : chibitanz
Pairing : Akame, RyoKame, PiKame, RyoDa, RyoUchi, JinxOC, RyoxOC, JinDa and more to come so basically its decagon.
Disclaimer : dont own no shit but the plot.
Ratings : NC 17
Warnings : dont fucking read in a hurry. i tend to make draggy fics. and my muses come and go so naturally sometimes the storyline gets sidetracked.
Summary : This is a serious chapter. Jin is pushed to the back of everyone's mind. Yamapi walks in all high and mighty saying, "I AM HERE FOR YOU. LOOK AT ME."
In the far end of the corridor, a class was commencing. The lecture was on about the Principal of Accounting. Enters the wooden door, it was obvious that though the class was on - the lecturer was flipping through pages in that humongous thick grey text book on his hand a remote that controls the LCD behind him - the students in the room showed on their faces that they hardly digested the topic of the lecture, let alone the page they were told to turn.
A quarter of them had their heads hung low, clearly into slumberland while some had their chin resting on a random page, blowing puffs of air through their mouth.
The half an hour before noon had become extremely hot; undoubtedly an unsuitable weather for a long class like this.
Kame sat there, his phone stuck on his hand and his fingers pressing the buttons like a maniac while his eyes were staring out the window at the pine tree that had been there even before he entered this university.
He had completely forgotten about Yamapi and had only just remembered about the singer when he checked his phone for missed calls. There wasn’t any from Yamapi but the singer’s name came to his head at that moment.
From his second brother, Kamenashi Kouji, was a seemingly urgent message which Kame could tell from the lack of usage of punctuations like himself sometimes.
Kazuya trouble at home its dad are you coming home soon?
To say he was worried was an understatement. Sure his father and him never exchanged more than ten words daily and Kame used to be bothered by this fact when he was younger, however as he grows up, he learnt to understand that his father wasn’t exactly a man of many words.
His father, as much as he doesn’t show his love for his sons like any other fathers does with affection and warmth but money alone had nevertheless kept the family secured financially. There was not much that could occur to a family that had enough to eat and it was because he hadn’t needed to worry about money problems that he’d brush off the lack of communication between his father and the family.
Now that something seemed to happen in the household, Kame was distracted and worried. Quickly, he texted a reply.
What happened?
Two long minutes passed before his phone vibrated in his hand. Kouji was calling him and not a second wasted after he picked up that his brother’s fretting voice came to his ear.
-
He giggled softly to himself at the photo he assumed had to be from ten years ago. Kame was almost a different person than the latter was right now. The boy in the photo was wearing a blue baseball cap and resting a brown baseball bat on his right shoulder. Kame had bushy and thick eyebrows which Jin thought it resembled Bert from Sesame Street and the only difference was that Bert’s was one thick line across and he shuddered to think if Kame’s eyebrows would grow in between as well.
Flipping to the next folder in his hand, there was another stack of photos from Kame’s past. He had to give his mother’s private investigator the credits for the full details that could be dug from his boyfriend.
Apparently, Kame was an average kid with a blurry future ahead when he read through the teacher’s comments from Kame’s high school. He only enjoyed playing around and never once managed to finish his homework. Kame was also an unusually quiet kid though he had friends and seemingly only talk to his friends however distances himself from other students.
There was so much information about his boyfriend in his hands right now and even as he continued reading through the files, Jin had not spent a second considering the fact that it was an irrational thing to do and what Kame would think if the younger boy finds out about this.
Just like Kame himself, Jin was clueless of his actions most of the time.
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Not a single shadow could be seen on the grounds of the campus on that very morning. Classes were happening and with the strict disciplinary action towards any students of the said campus who was caught playing truant, no student would be stupid enough to risk being thrown out of the infamous Todai University.
Pacing quickly from inside the campus and outside however was Kame, hurrying to leave the grounds of the said place.
With his bag hanging on his shoulder as he paces away, tears pooling over his two orbs were threatening to fall and when they did eventually, Kame made no effort to wipe them away.
He stood there, face expressionless as his eyes stared away on the crowded street. On the queue where he stood behind two middle-aged women and in front of him a man in his twenties, he wondered if anything would be alright in his family from now on.
In his trance, everything seemed unnoticeable right then. Not even when a white car zoomed expertly into a parking space next to the bus stop and when a man in black shades stepped down from a car and approaches him.
Yamapi placed his palm in front of Kame’s eyes, waving to get the younger boy’s attention.
Kame blinked and turned to his side. “Yamapi?”
The singer grinned when Kame looked at him curiously. “Good morning, Kame-chan.”
Kame looked behind him at the two women who hadn’t seemed to be aware of the idol’s presence despite the building opposing the bus stop had a huge billboard where the same face of the person in front of him was advertising Toshiba laptops.
“What are you doing here?” He asked quietly.
Yamapi ignored the question but asked a few of his own, “Why hadn’t you called? Aren't you supposed to be in uni right now? Where’s Jin?”
“Jin!” Kame snapped. He had forgotten to tell his boyfriend about his little trip back home. “Ah, I’m such a useless boyfriend!” He scolded himself.
Missing the idol’s abrupt appalled eyes, Kame took out his phone from his jacket pocket and began pressing on the keys.
“You and Jin…?” Yamapi whispered to himself.
Kame bit his lip when three times of calling flew to voice mails. He pressed the keys again, deciding that he would just send Jin a message.
“Where are you going?” Yamapi asked again, his expression stoic.
Kame then flipped his phone shut before meeting the idol’s eyes again. “I’m going back home.”
“In Edogawa?” Yamapi asked and kicked himself inwardly for having said that. Kame hadn’t told him about his hometown and he should have known nothing about it should he hadn’t dig that information out from Koki.
Kame nodded, unbothered by Yamapi’s knowledge of his hometown.
Yamapi’s relief of Kame’s only nod for an answer turned to concern for the boy when the latter fidgeted about and it seemed to be no small matter that was happening in the Kamenashi household.
He grabbed Kame’s arm, separating the younger boy from the queue to which the women supposedly behind Kame hurried to take a step forward, cutting the line short.
“Ah, what’s the matter?” Kame asked as he was being dragged to the white car shining gloriously under the sun.
Yamapi opened the door to the passenger seat and let go of Kame’s arm. “I’ll drive you there,” He said as he walked to the driver’s seat.
His hands were on the fifth wheel and his foot was already stepping hard on the pedal when Kame was pulling the seat belt around him.
-
“Ma’am, it seems that the adverse party stands a chance in this case,” Horikita Maki states as she scans through the paper on her hand.
Reina elegantly removed her glasses from her face as she stares at the woman in her twenties, apparently new to the firm.
“Why so, Horikita-san?” She asked, knowing the obvious.
Cleverly dunce with the system in a new firm she was assigned to, Horikita Maki had absolute infinitesimal information about the infamous Akanishi Reina, head of the law firm.
“Well, apparently the abstract of the offender is clean. The accused does seems to be a fairly honest man and I cannot help but to wonder if our client’s filing was irrelevant.” Horikita said.
Reina remained her unmoving gaze from the young woman who she finds so much resemblance in her own younger days.
Reina clapped her hands together. “Horikita-san, would you mind helping me recall the day when you were sent to work here, in this firm of mine?”
Horikita looked around and noticed at that moment, all eyes were on her. “Two weeks ago, ma’am. “
“Date? Month? Year? Time? A lawyer must be specific in every word she says.” Reina said again.
Horikita scrambled her mind to remember today’s date and with the calculation she struggled in her head, she came up with a full answer this time.
“On the eleventh of October, year 2011. Time is 9:00a.m. sharp, as I registered my name into the punch card outside the reception.”
Reina nodded satisfied with the given answer. The young woman has potential she was looking for and there was more than just stating the specifics that Horikita ought to learn in this firm.
“You were saying that our client have not the sufficient evidence to win this case, yes?”
Horikita nodded eagerly. “Yes, ma’am. It appears that the claim ought to be just a false accusation from our client perhaps in a motive of smearing the name of Kamenashi Development.”
“And your proof of said motive is…?” Reina narrowed her eyes.
Horikita scrambled through her stack of papers and when she finally found the one she was looking for, excitedly she stood up as she replied, “From the abstract I’ve summarized of the two developers, Kamenashi and Tanaka have both been rivals ever since the very same day they started both their companies.”
“I don’t see this fact in my report.” Reina said again.
“Neither do I.” said another person from the table. Soon, everyone in the meeting room nodded and wondered about the statement from Horikita earlier which was not written in their own reports.
Horikita looked around and bit her lip. “I searched further for this detail last night and I didn’t manage to fit it into everyone else’s. Sorry for my carelessness.”
Reina smiled at the young lawyer. “Very well for your hard work. Everyone here ought to take her as a model lawyer, in spite of she is still new and learning.”
The others in the room only offered a small smile for the complimented lawyer and blushing, she sat down on her chair while scolding herself for being overly excited.
“From Horikita-san’s points, we can conclude that it was claimed that Kamenashi Development was using fake building materials which was the cement in the process of development from beginning to the end of the registered building under the name of Runaways Corporation at 4th Street of Chiba prefecture, causing the disintegration of the said building and in the downfall inflicting several injuries on a passer-by who offered to be the indispensible party of this case. That passer-by himself was no other than Tanaka Aki himself, President of the Tanaka Development.”
Horikita was amazed by Akanishi Reina’s detailed summary of the case without a second glance on the paper which the woman had only read just once.
“And you were saying that our client’s filing for a lawsuit was irrelevant, why?” With deliberate patience, the woman stares deep into the young lawyer’s eyes.
Horikita swallowed hard from the stare that seemed to be eating up her confidence inside out. “Source from the cement was from Aoki Corporation so apparently, Kamenashi Development has no knowledge about the fake production of the building material and therefore, suing them was pointless in the first place.”
Reina let out an exquisite laugh. “So young yet so naïve, dear Horikita-san.”
Now all eyes were on Reina after that comment and being the experienced the lawyer she had been and winning the cases with zero loss all the while be it with the right or the wrong ways, she could tell that everyone in the room was thinking the same simple rationale hence, coming to a conclusion that the offender of the case was in favour of being dropped the charges.
“Did Kamenashi tell you that he specifically checked the right amount of materials used in the production of the cement in ensuring the cement itself was a hundred percent in the right proportion of the materials used? Did the policy of Kamenashi Development clearly state that in every material used in the production of a building that the company would do a full check and guarantee the safety of the building produced?”
“You told me, Horikita-san, that you assumed our client Tanaka-san to be under the motive of rivalry hatred and therefore filing a lawsuit against Kamenashi. Then, what about his right to sue when harm was inflicted upon him on the work site where Kamenashi was obviously using fake materials which causes collapse on the floor of the second building and a dustbin lid sized of cement remnants fell onto Tanaka-san’s right leg?
“Forget the rivalry of the developers. Right now, don’t you think Tanaka-san’s claim was relevant in every sense of the word?”
Akanishi Reina looked around the room. Everyone’s eyes were back at the papers on their hands and some were nodding while others were discussing in whispers.
“So, can we all come to an agreement that the case in our hands right now was no other than a legal lawsuit in charging the offender of the usage of fake building materials which imposed threat to the safety of our client.”
“Horikita-san, you can start preparing the documents and evidence needed. Medical bills, testimonials and forensic reports.” Reina stood up with her head held high and with a firm nod, she turned around and exited the room with graceful steps.
Horikita Maki sat there dumbfounded but quickly composed herself. Everyone had filed out from the room and she was there alone, still reading through the files.
No matter how I think of it, I still believe that Kamenashi was innocently framed.
-
“Your father will be fine, don’t stress yourself too much about it.” Yamapi said to the crestfallen boy beside him.
Kame turned to face the idol again, his eyes hadn’t likely reached the assuring smile. He didn’t remember the road back home being this deserted and quiet.
“I haven’t been back here in only a year and so much has changed.” Kame said as he stared past the shop lots on the side of the streets which used to be crowded with children and now only senior citizens were waiting outside with tired faces.
“My father was innocent, right?” The small voice of uncertainty made Kame wonder if he was actually trying to convince himself or stating it blankly.
After all, he hadn’t exactly talked to his father that much.
Yamapi was at loss and all he could come up with was only encouraging words for the younger boy who looked so fragile right now. Kame had told him about his problem back home and Yamapi couldn’t help but to feel sorry for Kame who seemed to be in awkward doubt.
Kame was glad he had taken up Yamapi’s offer to drive him home. He couldn’t have been any happier to have someone he knew right next to him.
“I… I’m really glad you’re here with me now,” Kame hoped he hadn’t sounded too flirty with his words.
Yamapi smiled and nodded a bit otherwise stayed silent despite the triple back flips his stomach was currently doing.
The remaining drive was left silent and as much as the silence was deafening, the two men enjoyed it and preferred it that way.
-
Jin flipped his phone shut after reading the message sent to him from his boyfriend. He sighed deeply at the thought of not seeing the younger boy tonight and it wasn’t the sex he was looking forward to instead a surprise he wanted to tell Kame.
Holding the surprise in his hands, he stared at the two tickets in his hands before keeping them under a drawer in his room.
He looked at the time and stripped his body off from the sweaty clothing as he walked into the shower.
-
“Turn right as you go straight.” Kame said, straightening up as Yamapi turned into the directed road in the housing area.
“That one. The beige-coloured house next to the brown one,” Kame pointed.
The white car stopped at a house the idol thought to be strange. Unlike any other traditional Japanese houses outside, Kame’s house was a combination of both modern and traditional style of a building. Yamapi considered the house to have at least four to five rooms from the look of it outside. The fencing were odd but surrounded the home with a country-side feeling. There was a pond outside the garden and from where Yamapi stood outside the gate, he could tell that Kame’s family was neat.
The floor of the garden outside the house had no traces of fallen leaves despite it was autumn and leaves from the trees were threatening to fall from their branches.
Kame unlatched the gate and was about to enter before two women in their middle age rushes forward to pull back the gate, making way for Kame and Yamapi to enter the place.
“Welcome home, young master Kazuya,” The two women bowed.
Kame nodded shyly as he could feel Yamapi’s stare from beside him. He expected the reaction from the idol considering he hasn’t really been acting like a rich kid around Yamapi.
“Young master?” Yamapi smirked as they walked from the stone paths to the main entrance of the house.
Kame grinned. “Surely you didn’t want her to call me old man Kazuya?”
“You really don’t look like a ‘master’, young or old.” The idol shook his head disbelieve all over his face.
“Seeing isn’t actually believing.” Kame said and the door into the house opened before him.
Inside, Kame slipped out of his shoes to which Yamapi did the same and they entered a room where Yamapi expected to be the living room.
A woman in knee-length skirt and a small light pink floral top was sitting there watching television with her fingers massaging her forehead. “Welcome home, Kazuya,” she said, her eyes never leaving the images on the television.
“Mother, this is my friend Yamashita Tomohisa,” Kame said and her mother turned her head around, eyes widened at the sight of the celebrity who appeared on the television only a few minutes ago drinking some vegetable juice in the commercial.
“Yamashita Tomohisa?” Kame’s mother stood up and sauntered to her son and the guest.
Yamapi bowed his head. “Good afternoon.”
“My son had been a fan of yours for a long time, isn’t that right Kazuya?” Kame’s mother stared deep at Yamapi as she spoke.
“Mother,” Kame frowned.
Yamapi grinned and nodded. “Yes, so I’ve heard.”
“Oh dear! You haven’t been eating properly, haven’t you Kazuya? Look at how thin you’ve gotten! I knew I shouldn’t have let you live alone all by yourself in the city!” Kame’s mother exclaimed as she placed her palms on Kame’s face and arms.
“Haruna, call the maids to prepare some food for Kazuya and Yamashita-san.” Kame’s mother left the two men alone as she hurried to the kitchen herself.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Kame suggested and Yamapi followed behind amused by Kame’s mother’s earlier reaction.
Upstairs, there was another living room as wide as the one below as the stairs ended. On the right of the living room were two bedrooms and on the left were two as well.
Kame turned the knob of the door at the second room at the right, which Yamapi excitedly figured as Kame’s own bedroom.
Kame switched on the light as he enters and Yamapi glanced around in awe at the neat and tidy room. The room was wider than Kame’s apartment and there was a flat screen television sitting untouched on a black classy rack. Under the rack was tangled up wires connecting to two joysticks.
The younger boy had a single bed and he chuckled at the sheet covering the mattress which was the printed image of the Rilakkuma bear.
“Cute,” he commented.
In another corner of the room, there were three orange-coloured book shelves where seated in strict arrangement were comics and more comics.
Next to the shelves was a long rack stuck on the wall and placed on the rack were collections of DVDs Yamapi had expected from Kame’s apartment.
Kame jumped onto the bed and patted an empty space in front of him. Yamapi took the offer and brushed the younger boy’s hair. “What’s with the long face again? Come on, don’t look like this now. Your face right now will make your family even more worried.”
Kame sighed. “I know but I couldn’t help but to keep thinking about it.”
Yamapi stared at Kame for awhile before he expressionlessly brought his two hands forward and pinched his own cheeks as he did his eyes rolled to the side, making a terribly stupid image.
“Blehh~” He scooted closer to Kame to which the younger boy started with a chuckled then a loud shriek of laughter when Yamapi’s stupid face came so close to his own and it scared him.
“Oh my gosh, stop. Hahhahahaha stop!” Kame cried when Yamapi’s hands left his face and proceeded to attack Kame’s waist with tickles.
“I’m not even scared of ticklish over there,” Kame stroked his tongue at Yamapi’s failed attempt but the idol wouldn’t give up and continued groping all over Kame’s body until he felt Kame winced when his fingers approach the younger boy’s collarbones.
“Aha!” Yamapi yelled and went for the delicious collarbones and in that split second, his mind flew to his best friend who had the same weakness.
Kame jerked his shoulders up to stop Yamapi’s hands but his trembling being couldn’t save himself from the torturing attacks.
Saved by the call from Kame’s dear mother from downstairs for dinner, still grinning with his back on the bed, Yamapi straightened up and offered a hand. Kame took it gladly and they skipped downstairs to the dining room.
When they entered the dining room which was separated by a compartment, it wasn’t Kame’s mother alone in the room anymore. The remaining Kamenashi were all in their seated places and Yamapi hurried to make a small bow at the entrance.
“Good evening.” He said and Kame offered to introduce.
“Father, Kouji, Yuichiro, Yuya, this is Yamashita Tomohisa.” Kame said and when he sees his father nod, Kame pulled Yamapi to sit next to him.
“Kazuya, he’s the guy you liked from the dramas you kept, right?” Yuya asked excitedly.
“Obviously he is. Our Kazuya is amazing to be friends with a superstar. Hello there, I’m Kazuya’s second brother, Kamenashi Kouji.” Kouji extended a hand and Yamapi took it gladly.
“Fancy seeing you with celebrities. Kazuya, how have you been around the city?” Yuichiro looked at his brother for awhile and he turned his eyes towards Yamapi. “How do you do, I’m Yuichiro, Kazuya’s eldest brother.”
Yamapi smiled. “Hello. It’s a pleasure meeting you.”
Yuichiro grinned handsomely as he picked up his fork and spoon. “Same here.” Then, it was Kame’s father who spoke next.
“Have our Kazuya been giving you troubles? Please excuse him if he has,” Kame’s father smiled warmly and Yamapi thought to himself that the head of the Kamenashi family who was currently in deep waters doesn’t look at all troubled from the face.
Quickly he shook his head at the question. “No, no he hasn’t. Kame-chan has been really nice to everyone including me. I haven’t a proper friend in a while and Kame-chan here has been a great friend,”
Kame’s father smiled again. “I’m glad he has. Come on, try some of the radish my wife made.” He gestured with his hand on the full feast on the table and Yamapi for one couldn’t resist the delicious sight of the big pot of mixed vegetables.
“Ooh, how’s that, Kazuya? The idol you ship so much is saying such nice things about you,” Yuya elbowed his brother in a teasing manner.
Kame failed a stern glare which turned out to be a constipated expression at his youngest brother. “Shut up and eat,”
Yuya snickered and picked up the tomato with his fork. “Alright, Kame-chan,”
Kouji gave Yuya a thumb up at the nickname and when his eyes met Kame’s penance once, he went back to his own platter.
Dinner was over after three quarters of an hour. Like an organized class, everyone filed to the living room, Kame and Yamapi followed suit.
“I’m sure all of you have heard,” The oldest of the Kamenashi household started as soon as he checked that everyone was seated.
“Should I -“ Yamapi wanted to excuse himself from the family meeting he wasn’t supposed to be listening to but before Kame could protest, Kame’s father beat the latter to it.
“No, no, Yamashita-san. You too may have an ear in this,” He gestured for the idol to sit down again and Yamapi could only nod as much as he didn’t want to.
Kame’s father cleared his throat again. “There is a possibility that I will lose in this case,”
“What? Why? It’s hardly your fault the cement wasn’t authentic.” Kouji said.
“They should sue Aoki Corporation. They are the blame in this case,” Yuya followed.
Kame’s father shook his head. “I have a part in this too. I should have checked -“
“No, father. Checking the materials was out of the question. Nobody does that and there was no way anyone would have thought of doing that. The cement was ready made for the developers and the company uses the cement as soon as it got to the building site so there was barely any thought for checking.” Yuichiro remarked.
Kame’s father nodded but otherwise shook his head. “Tanaka was one hell of a bastard to appear in our construction site. Why him?”
Kame spoke finally. “It was strange for him to be there, and the cement gone wrong was a first time to happen in the company. I’m starting to think this is some weird coincidence.”
Everybody turned their eyes at the third son of the family.
“Kame-chan, you don’t mean that Tanaka-san was planning this?” Yamapi asked.
“I don’t know. It just seems too… how do I put it?” Kame bit his lip and thinks.
“Kame-chan’s got a point there,” Yuya nodded.
“After so many years of being enemies, Tanaka came up with this to ruin dad’s company? It’s a little low, don’t you think?” Kouji said.
Yuichiro shook his head. “It’s not low. It’s not even Tanaka’s style, he wouldn’t bother to pull off something like this. I don’t think it’s him.”
“Stop.” Kame’s mother sighed tiredly. “No matter how we think of it, we still won’t be able to decide on our own who is planning and who is not. Let us just leave everything to the lawyer.”
“Who did you hire in this case, father?” Yuichiro looked at the quiet man.
“Ohno Satoshi.”
Kouji clapped his hands excitedly. “I’ve heard of him! He’s famous and he even has a nickname for his flawless ability in solving court cases.”
“Which is?” Yuichiro raised an eyebrow.
“The Angel Lawyer.” Kouji answered.
The room became quiet and the sound of a needle falling onto the floor by a careless maid from another room in the house could be heard.
“We have a good lawyer with us so there’s probably no need to be worry, right?” Yuya broke the silence that had spread a dark red of blush on Kouji’s face. He would remain silent from now on.
“Not quite.” Kame’s father said.
“Why not? I mean, like what Kouji had said, Ohno-san should be able to win this easily. He would find enough evidence to prove your innocence, father.” Yuichiro frowned.
Kame’s father shook his head disapprovingly. “We do have a wise, famous lawyer on our side but Tanaka’s lawyer wasn’t just any lawyer either.
“From what I’ve heard, Tanaka’s lawyer is one heck of an iron woman who was known for her skills and her wise concluding skills which leaves no space for objection. She was tactless, even towards any judges in court and never once lost a case in her hand.”
“Wow. Let me guess, she’s a widow.” Yuya said.
“No, son. She’s divorced. She has a son, though.”
“Maybe the husband left her.” Kouji snickered and Yuya from the opposite couch showed a thumb up.
“Perhaps soon the son would leave her mother alone too.” Yuichiro added.
Kame chuckled. “Forever alone.”
The sons laughed and even Yamapi had to chuckle at their jokes. Kame’s mother, however, shook her head disapprovingly at her sons’ behavior.
“That’s not a very nice thing to say,” She said sternly and strolled into the kitchen, leaving the boys still grinning like idiots.
Yuichiro was first to came back to reality. He stood up, looking at his family members and Yamapi as well, “I have to go back to work. Things at the station isn’t going to be finished without me there tonight.”
Everyone stood up as well. Yuichiro gave each of his brothers a hug and with Yamapi, he shook the idol’s hand with a smile. “Thanks for coming tonight, Yamashita-san. Please take care of my brother in the future too.”
He went into the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with Kame’s mother following. “Good night, everyone. Call me if anything comes up.”
They all waved Yuichiro as he walks out of the front door.
Kame looked at the time and wondered if he should take his leave as well and sneaking a glance at Yamapi, he decided that he really should.
“Father, mother, I should go as well. Yamapi drove me here and I wouldn’t want to stay so late. He has work to do tomorrow. And I have school, too.” Kame turned to his remaining family members and they all agreed.
“See you soon, Kazuya.” Kouji hugged his brother and went to shake hands with Yamapi.
“Night, Kame-chan.” Yuya snickered and Kame slapped playfully at his youngest brother’s head. “Not funny,” he said and Yuya pouted before he turned to Yamapi.
“Good night, Kazuya. Take care of yourself in the city. Take your meals properly.” Kame’s mother said.
Kame nodded. “I will. Night, father.”
Kame’s father rested his hand on Kame’s right shoulder. “Night, son. Come home soon.”
“Come and visit us again, Yamashita-san.” Kame’s mother said to the idol and the other three Kamenashi nodded.
“We enjoyed your presence in our home. Excuse us for our manners, though.” Yuya added.
“Are you kidding? I love how your family members being able to talk freely to each other like this. I never had any brothers and I could feel the warmth in your family. I had a wonderful night. Thanks to every one of you.”
They all smiled at Yamapi’s sincere comment at the same time relieve when they could trust Yamapi to take care of Kame.
“We think it’s wise to leave Kazuya to you.” Kouji said.
Easily trusting a stranger. Kame looked disbelievingly at his family members especially his mother who looked seemingly floating in air, swooning with her eyes stuck onto the idol.
Yamapi followed Kame to the door and they all waved like they did when Yuichiro left earlier. Yuya came to stand next to Kame who motioned for him.
“Call me if anything happens,” He whispered to the younger boy. Yuya nodded apprehensively and the two friends followed the path to the gate.
“Sorry for troubling you again,” Kame said as soon as the car started rolling off the night street.
Yamapi chuckled, his hair being swept by the night breeze over the back. “What are you talking about? I’m really glad to be able to help you this little.”
“Little? It’s a lot of help for me just having you with me.” Kame said again, enjoying the night view of the town.
The lights hanging outside the shop lots they passed earlier were nostalgic and he dwelled into the feeling as a kid again whence he used to come outside to the shops to buy tofu with Yuichiro for their mother to prepare lunch boxes with bean curd in the contents.
“I’m happy to be able to come here with you, Kame-chan.” Yamapi smiled and kept his eyes on the road ahead of them.
A/N : eheh. sorry for the late chapter. i've been working and arrghhghadkfhdlkfhdsfha working is shittier than school. i cant believe im saying this but i hope i'll be in college soon! omg wtf emily what the hell are you saying?
A/N 2 : Anyone has 'friends with benefits' here?