A secret to my grave : Chapter 4
Title: A secret to my grave
Author: creamymint
Pairing: Asami/Akihito
Spoilers: None… I guess?
Summary: "Why didn't you tell me, Akihito? Why?" Asami snarl dangerously, hovering over Akihito. "Even if I told you, you can't fix this Asami. Not this time."
Word Count: 1569
Disclaimer: All familiar characters belong to Yamane Ayano.
Author's note: Uh, hello? *nervous laugh* Yeah… kind of went MIA for a while now. Even this piece is a bit short, sorry for that. Well, I don’t suppose I’ll be posting again in long time (exams and all), but hey look at the bright side~ at least this will be completed in the year 20++ ish right? 8D Anyway, this chapter is a bit lighter I guess? So, hope you like it~ (Btw, my grammar still sucks. Hehe)
Chapter 4: The Plan
Akihito stayed quietly for god knows how long in the bathtub. He was no longer crying. His tears had dried up the moment he realized that nothing would change even if he cried tears of blood. And being the optimistic man (yes, he was no longer a boy at heart), with a never ending fighting spirit, he began devising a plan.
A plan to deceive his lover; the man who has a keen instinct and observational skills beyond that of an eagle. A double-edged sword plan that could certainly be his downfall the moment Asami breathes a word about it. Akihito knew that the older man would be beyond pissed if he could read what had crystalized in his boy’s mind. Akihito knew, but he for once didn’t care.
Asami had continuously spoiled him, saying that Akihito should be selfish for once and take what he had offered (and that didn’t include the sex department. Akihito was definitely selfish during those times). And of course, Akihito had never relented… but that was all in the past. Now, he was ready to embrace that thought. As Asami had requested, he was being selfish for once. Selfishly keeping the truth and sinking it into a bottomless pit of interconnected lies.
Yes, this was a game they both had to play. Akihito’s final game. He had never wanted to actually win these games before. He was rather relieved in a sense that Asami never failed his expectations by trapping him again and again. His pride elated whenever he thought of the golden eyed yakuza. Of how the man had somehow seen something of worthy in him. Of how that powerful man had acknowledged him in a way.
Definitely, Akihito was rather caught than being the trapper. But now, his circumstances are changing. He had to reform himself whether he like it or not. He was determined to be the mastermind of this game. He had to up his play if he wanted the devil to fall prey into his trap. He very well knew it wasn’t an easy task to trap the devil but… it wasn’t impossible.
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Akihito tried to move his legs once more with his new resolve burned into his brain. He took a deep breath before he concentrates all his beings to his legs. Maybe it was a mistake for him to move it drastically starting from his knees. He should start from the very bottom, the toes.
It took him minutes to wiggle his toes before he starts to feel the numbness coming back to his legs. Slowly, Akihito massages the length of his right legs. He began to stretch his legs with the help of his hands. Beads of sweats were trailing down his back when Akihito finally manages to lift his legs successfully. After that, it took him less than a few minutes to have both of his legs coming back to life.
His heart thumped in happiness for a moment before he pushed the feeling aside. His efforts would be utterly pointless if he couldn’t even stand up straight. Praying under his breath, Akihito clutched the edge of the bathtub and heaves himself up with all his might. His arms shaking uncontrollably, trying to support his weight before he slowly support it with his numb legs.
A single tear of joy trailed down his cheek when he finally stood up, unsupported by his arms. It was as if he was learning how to walk all over again. He knew from that moment onwards, he would never take advantage of his legs or any other part of his body lightly again. He was seeing the world in different eyes. New perspective in fact. No words can describe what was slowly building up in the young photographer’s heart.
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Unfortunately for Akihito, Suoh found him sprawled unceremoniously in the bathroom floor with only a towel warped around his waist to conceal whatever pride he had left. It seems that bad luck has taken a liking to Akihito. The moment he stepped out of the shower (for a quick wash), he slipped and fall hard on his butt. And seeing that he was just spared from their rigorous “activity” just about an hour ago, pain shot through his body and he screamed in reflex.
Akihito didn’t know when and how Suoh got there, but the next thing he knew the blond haired goon practically dashes into the bathroom like a superman (minus the spandex) with his gun pointing straight in alert. There was a moment of awkward silence before Suoh holster his gun back with a poker face, carried Akihito to the bedroom, set him down on the sofa and asked him with unrelenting tone whether he had hurt himself.
Flabbergasted, Akihito could only stare at the blond haired guard sheepishly. What was he going to say? That his boss had practically overused him that even sitting was difficult for him? And what… admitting that he had just screamed girlishly because of it? No… he would rather die than admitting it to the goon. Especially this goon. He knew that Suoh would report every single detail about him to Asami.
Akihito could practically see the smirk on Asami’s lips now. That amused, proud smirk. Damn the man. Even in this situation, he couldn’t deny that the conjured image from his mind made his heart beat a little faster. Akhito could only curse silently for being weak willed when it comes to that devilish man.
His thoughts were cut short when he felt a hand on his left ankle. Suoh was weighting his ankle, as if to check for any injuries. Now that his attention was at his foot, Akihito does feel the throbbing pain pulsing from it, but then again, his ass hurts so much that the pain was much more bearable.
“Might have twisted it when I fell” Akihito interject half-heartedly.
With the help of the band-aid kit, Souh skillfully wrapped his ankle tightly in place. Akihito could no longer felt the throbbing sensation, but he knew he had to be careful for a while not to strain his leg. Now that he was handicapped in a way, he wonders what would happen now if his other leg would give away again?
“I don’t suppose you need a crutch” Suoh’s voice broke through his thought yet again.
‘What? Does he think that this injury is big enough for a crutch? I’m not that weak!’ Akihito eyed Suoh annoyed at the thought. He was about to give the blond haired dude his piece of mind when suddenly he realized that he could use this opportunity and turned it to his benefit.
‘Guess, this wasn’t such a bad luck after all…’ Akihito thought.
A seemingly innocent smile snakes up Akihito’s lips before he replied with an innocent tone. “Yes, I do. In fact, could you provide me two sets just in case?”
It was an unusual request for Suoh, but he didn’t question it. It doesn’t seem like the thing will harm the boy anyway. In fact, it saves him a lot of trouble from touching his boss’s lover more than he was supposed to. He rather kept his hands to himself. But oh boy… was he wrong.
Akihito had successfully fooled him with that seemingly innocent request. He won this time around.
The pawn advances towards the knight silently…
“And Suoh?” Akihito called to the retreating back. “I don’t suppose you’ll tell Asami about this? Because if you ask me, it’s kind of awkward to explain how we end up in this… situation” Akihito continued while gesturing to his half naked body.
Suoh stopped dead on his track and eyed Akihito with a death glare, but Akihito seems not to care at all.
“It won’t hurt to keep this tiny detail from him” Akihito said simply.
Suoh could only scowl at that. It was a tempting offer. He knew his boss was a jealous man and the thought of not telling this piece of info was overwhelming him. How was he supposed to explain how he ended up in the bathroom again?
But then again, it felt wrong if he didn’t. It felt as if he was having an illicit affair with the brat if he does agree. A cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought. He was without a doubt skillful at his work, but dammit. This TAA (stands for Takaba Akihito Abomination) always had him up against the wall… well, not technically.
He knew very well that his boss will have his balls for supper if he so much touches Takaba in a wrong sort of way. The image of him carrying Takaba into the bedroom crosses his mind. For fuck’s sake, he should’ve not done that. He should’ve asked the brat to stand up and walk on his own. But no… his first instinct was to see whether the brat had hurt himself.
Suoh was in a tight situation and Akihito could clearly see it. Finally, after much thought Suoh replied “I’ll tell him truthfully if he asks.” Well, at least that comfort Akihito that Suoh won’t be yapping about the incident, unless Asami asks him directly. Suoh retreated out of the penthouse with a troubled expression. Akihito could only smirk at that.
The pawn ate the knight…It was a matter of time before the rook fallowed suit.