Three Yakuza and a Baby, Chapter 8
Title: Three Yakuza and a Baby, Chapter 8: Feilong's decision
Author: priestess_grrrl
Series: Viewfinder, which belongs to the wonderful Yamane-sensei, not me.
Pairing: A bit of Asami/Fei, but it's really AxA. We all know who has stolen Asami's heart. ^_~
Rating: R
Notes: Feilong's crack about insurance is cribbed from Trigun. His martial arts move is illustrated here; someone posted it on a Saiyuki comm a few weeks ago, and I thought it would be perfect for our Fei. ^_~
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Chapter 8: Feilong's decision
Feilong stepped out of the shiny black limousine, his arms full of well dressed baby empress. He deliberately took his time, shifting Kokoro to one hip, smoothing out his silk cheongsam with long fingers before taking Tao by the hand, despite the fact that Asami had clearly put the fear of God into his guards that they deliver Feilong to him immediately. Let them sweat, and let Asami sweat with them. It’s about time he got a taste of his own rude medicine.
They rode the elevator up to Asami’s floor, Asami’s guards engaged in an uncomfortable staring contest with Feilong’s guards. Tao buried his face in Feilong’s left leg, his small arms wrapping nervously around him. “Feilong-sama?”
“Yes, Tao?”
“W-why do we hafta go see Mr. Scary Yakuza again?”
“Asami? He’s not scary; he’s just uptight. Not enough fiber in his diet, apparently. Don’t worry, Tao: I won’t let him hurt you. I can be scary, too.”
“You’re not scary, Feilong-sama!”
“I’m glad you don’t think so, Tao.”
“Is… is Aki-niichan going to be there?”
“I’m afraid not, little one. We’ll have to see him another time.”
“Awwww…”
Judging by Asami’s harsh tone of voice on the other end of the phone - not that he was usually the picture of cordiality, but still - Feilong guessed that Takaba was in trouble again. Big surprise. If that kid were any more danger prone, insurance companies would declare him an act of God.
“Tell you what, Tao, I’ll make Mr. Scary Asami get you some ice cream, all right?”
“Okay…”
Tao relented, but he didn’t let go of Feilong’s leg. He’s upset. He doesn’t like Asami. Can’t think why. Well, maybe Feilong would let Tao brush his hair tonight. That usually cheered him up.
The elevator doors opened and Kirishima was waiting for them. “This way, please, Sir.”
Well, at least he’s polite, unlike some people. Feilong allowed himself and Tao to be led down the hall to Asami’s office. As expected, Asami opened the door like a shotgun. Though he was outwardly calm, Feilong could sense anger and impatience rising from his Armani suit like heat waves.
“Leave the baby and Tao with Kirishima and get in here now.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said, no. Tao wants some ice cream first.”
Feilong swore Asami’s eyes nearly turned black with rage. Asami stepped closer, putting his face close to Feilong’s, a typical intimidation tactic.
“I would suggest,” Asami said, slowly and deliberately, “that you drop the antics, Feilong, and get the hell in here before I decide to get serious.”
“And I would suggest,” Feilong purred, smiling sweetly, “that you get Tao some ice cream, before I decide to walk out that door and take the first plane back to Hong Kong.”
Asami looked like he was seriously going to get violent, despite the fact that it would have been ridiculous in a room full of armed men on both sides, not to mention babies and children. Luckily, his better half, Kirishima, had long experience running interference for him.
“Sir. I’ve asked Suoh to bring up some ice cream immediately, Sir. He will be here momentarily.”
“Well, congratulations, Asami, at least one of your men has some sense.” Ignoring Asami’s angry glare, he instead knelt down to speak to Tao, who was still clinging desperately to him. “Tao, I told you, you don’t have to be afraid of Mr. Scary Asami, okay? I’ll take care of him, but I need you to take care of Xin-xin. Will you do that for me? Will you be brave and make sure nothing happens to her?”
Feilong placed Kokoro carefully into Tao’s arms. Tao sniffed, his eyes blinking rapidly, determined not to let any unmanly tears escape. “Yes, Fei-sama.”
“Good boy. Now you stay right here with Li and Chen and don’t go anywhere else, got it? Ice cream will be here momentarily.” Feilong rolled his eyes in Asami’s direction. He then placed Tao and Kokoro on the leather couch outside Asami’s office, nodding to his men to stand guard over them.
Standing up gracefully, Feilong then walked straight past Asami into his office, without looking at him, tossing his hair as he went. See if I’m going to bow down to you, Mr. Smug Yakuza Bastard -
Before he could finish his thought, he was grabbed rudely by the arm and shoved face first against the door as it slammed shut, Asami’s CZ75 semi-automatic pistol digging into the back of his neck.
“Where is he?” Asami snarled into Feilong’s ear, wrenching his arm painfully against his back.
“Have you lost your mind?? Let go of me this instant!” Feilong struggled against him, trying to alleviate the pain in his arm, but it only made Asami grip him harder.
“Not until you tell me what you know.” He pressed the gun deeper into Feilong’s neck, grinding into his soft skin.
“What the hell has gotten into you? Are you trying to start a war? My men are right outside!”
“And so is Tao. Now answer me! What do you know?”
Feilong snapped. Being an overbearing idiot was one thing; threatening Tao was quite another. He stopped struggling and went limp in Asami’s arms. When he felt Asami hesitate for a fraction of a second, Feilong pounced. Sliding his left foot behind Asami’s right, he knocked him off balance just enough for him to loosen his grip so that Feilong could spin around, drop to his knees, and raise his right hand in an upward groin slap that nearly lifted Asami right off the ground.
Laughing fiendishly, Feilong slithered up Asami’s body like a snake, still clutching his family jewels. Asami’s gun was now pointed at Feilong’s chest. “Go ahead, shoot me. Let’s see who dies first. They call this move ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’. I’ve killed a man this way before. I could easily have killed you just now. It’d be a shame if you had nothing to greet your little dog with when he comes home, hmmm?”
Asami continued to glare at Feilong, but he was breathing through his nose, and Feilong triumphantly noticed a bead of sweat appearing on his brow. You can pretend to be tough all you want, but I know that had to hurt like hell.
“For the record, if you ever threaten Tao again, I will not hesitate to kill you. Creative assassination is a skill at which I am particularly adept.” Here he paused and squeezed his right hand, for emphasis. Asami, to his credit, inhaled sharply but did not groan, nor did he change his passive expression. “I have no idea where your idiot Takaba is, nor do I particularly care. I fail to see why I am being treated like a common criminal when I’ve done nothing but try to help you this entire time. If I did have any information, I certainly wouldn’t give it to you now.”
Asami put his left hand on top of Feilong’s right. He coughed, once. Feilong felt it, and it send a strange shiver through his body. Asami’s eyes narrowed. “So you do know something.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yes, you did.”
“No, I didn’t. I said if I did - ”
“Feilong.” Asami flicked his wrist, causing Feilong’s hand to slide upwards, brushing against Asami’s now hardening erection. “What is it you want, exactly?”
Feilong’s eyes grew wide. Damn you, Asami Ryuichi, you would be the only one who gets turned on by getting Kung Fu to the balls! “I want you to stop being such a royal bastard!” He went to move his hand away, but Asami grabbed his wrist, keeping his hand where it was. For an instant, Feilong’s breath caught.
“Is that… all you want?” Asami moved closer, slowly tracing the barrel of his gun down Feilong’s chest.
Ignoring the fluttering in his stomach, Feilong rolled his eyes. “Is that all you ever think about, rape and murder? Do you realize what a broken record you sound like? Don’t you think you should take up a hobby or something? Painting, perhaps? Mahjong? Pachinko?”
“Feilong, you are trying my patience.”
“And you are wrinkling my cheongsam!”
Wrenching himself forcefully away, Feilong stood with his back to Asami, his arms crossed. Asami was not finished, however.
“Give me a reason why I shouldn’t put a hole through the back of your head.”
“Because you called me here for information, idiot.”
“So start talking.”
Feilong spun around, his dark eyes ablaze with anger. “Did it ever occur to you, you uncivilized Yakuza piece of trash, that you could just ask me? Or is this the only way you know how to communicate, with guns and threats of violence?”
“You’re one to talk, Feilong.”
“Don’t give me that! I’ve been nothing but civil to you this entire time, and this is how you treat me? I won’t stand for it, do you understand me? I will not!”
Asami holstered his gun and lit a cigarette, exhaling. “Look, Feilong. I need you to tell me what you know. Takaba has gone missing, and whoever it was that snatched him left a violent scene in their wake. He could be... he’s likely in serious trouble. I don’t have time to play games with you. I need to know if you have any information that can help us find him.”
“And I should help you why?”
“Feilong, I’ll ask you one more time. What is it you want? If it’s just your childish need to win, I’ll let you win, okay? What is it, money? Sex? More power for Baishe? More pearls for your hair, perhaps?”
“How dare you!” Feilong’s blood boiled. “Is that all I am to you, a tool to be used? Why the hell did you even call me here?”
“Because I need your help.”
“Like hell! As if you ever make decisions like that! You always have some manipulative, no good reason for doing everything!”
“Believe what you want to believe. I know you are good at gathering information, or I wouldn’t have called you. I know you’ve been out there with your eyes open, and I can tell from the way you are acting that you’ve discovered something important. What do I have to do to get you to tell me? Get down on my knees?”
“That would be a start!” Feilong snorted.
To Feilong’s complete and total surprise, Asami got down on one knee, then carefully onto the other, taking both of Feilong’s hands in his. Feilong could see the strain in his face; this position was not only subordinate, it was physically painful for him, since he still had the bullet wound in his left knee where Feilong himself had shot him.
“Feilong.” Asami looked him straight in the eye. “Tell me where I can find him.”
Still in shock, Feilong stared. “Y-you really care about him, don’t you.”
Asami just looked at him, his golden gaze never wavering. Feilong felt like he was being x-rayed from the inside out. It was like he was suddenly naked, as if he were the one in the vulnerable position, not Asami. He shivered involuntarily.
“All right, all right already! Get up, sheesh. Look, I’ll tell you what you want to know, okay? Just tell me one thing?”
Asami got up slowly, wincing. He looked at Feilong and nodded, once.
“Why Takaba? Seriously, after all this? I always assumed you had some master plan, some deception we were all waiting to see unveiled. But you didn’t. It was just about Takaba, all along, wasn’t it. I don’t get it. You never felt this way about..." - me - "...anyone before. Why now? Why this kid?”
“You’ve been with Takaba. What would you say?”
Feilong opened his mouth to answer, then closed it again. The truth was, he already knew the answer. Akihito was beautiful, though it wasn’t about his looks. He had a way of blossoming even in the midst of the most difficult situations, like a tiny flower forcing its way up through a crack in the sidewalk, like the rugged edelweiss insisting on surviving at the top of a cold Alpine mountain.
Despite all the unforgivable things Feilong had done to him, Akihito still stood bravely between Feilong and Asami in the end, insisting that they stop the violence. Feilong knew very well what he himself would have done, had their situations been reversed. He would have watched Asami shoot Takaba dead. No question about it. When it came down to it, Feilong was nothing but a cold blooded snake, and he knew it. By comparison, Akihito was a warm, friendly little puppy, who kept coming back, stupidly wagging his tail, even after you kicked him repeatedly. Who wouldn’t choose as Asami had chosen?
Feilong’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “I’d say it’s time we found him.”
Author: priestess_grrrl
Series: Viewfinder, which belongs to the wonderful Yamane-sensei, not me.
Pairing: A bit of Asami/Fei, but it's really AxA. We all know who has stolen Asami's heart. ^_~
Rating: R
Notes: Feilong's crack about insurance is cribbed from Trigun. His martial arts move is illustrated here; someone posted it on a Saiyuki comm a few weeks ago, and I thought it would be perfect for our Fei. ^_~
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Chapter 8: Feilong's decision
Feilong stepped out of the shiny black limousine, his arms full of well dressed baby empress. He deliberately took his time, shifting Kokoro to one hip, smoothing out his silk cheongsam with long fingers before taking Tao by the hand, despite the fact that Asami had clearly put the fear of God into his guards that they deliver Feilong to him immediately. Let them sweat, and let Asami sweat with them. It’s about time he got a taste of his own rude medicine.
They rode the elevator up to Asami’s floor, Asami’s guards engaged in an uncomfortable staring contest with Feilong’s guards. Tao buried his face in Feilong’s left leg, his small arms wrapping nervously around him. “Feilong-sama?”
“Yes, Tao?”
“W-why do we hafta go see Mr. Scary Yakuza again?”
“Asami? He’s not scary; he’s just uptight. Not enough fiber in his diet, apparently. Don’t worry, Tao: I won’t let him hurt you. I can be scary, too.”
“You’re not scary, Feilong-sama!”
“I’m glad you don’t think so, Tao.”
“Is… is Aki-niichan going to be there?”
“I’m afraid not, little one. We’ll have to see him another time.”
“Awwww…”
Judging by Asami’s harsh tone of voice on the other end of the phone - not that he was usually the picture of cordiality, but still - Feilong guessed that Takaba was in trouble again. Big surprise. If that kid were any more danger prone, insurance companies would declare him an act of God.
“Tell you what, Tao, I’ll make Mr. Scary Asami get you some ice cream, all right?”
“Okay…”
Tao relented, but he didn’t let go of Feilong’s leg. He’s upset. He doesn’t like Asami. Can’t think why. Well, maybe Feilong would let Tao brush his hair tonight. That usually cheered him up.
The elevator doors opened and Kirishima was waiting for them. “This way, please, Sir.”
Well, at least he’s polite, unlike some people. Feilong allowed himself and Tao to be led down the hall to Asami’s office. As expected, Asami opened the door like a shotgun. Though he was outwardly calm, Feilong could sense anger and impatience rising from his Armani suit like heat waves.
“Leave the baby and Tao with Kirishima and get in here now.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“I said, no. Tao wants some ice cream first.”
Feilong swore Asami’s eyes nearly turned black with rage. Asami stepped closer, putting his face close to Feilong’s, a typical intimidation tactic.
“I would suggest,” Asami said, slowly and deliberately, “that you drop the antics, Feilong, and get the hell in here before I decide to get serious.”
“And I would suggest,” Feilong purred, smiling sweetly, “that you get Tao some ice cream, before I decide to walk out that door and take the first plane back to Hong Kong.”
Asami looked like he was seriously going to get violent, despite the fact that it would have been ridiculous in a room full of armed men on both sides, not to mention babies and children. Luckily, his better half, Kirishima, had long experience running interference for him.
“Sir. I’ve asked Suoh to bring up some ice cream immediately, Sir. He will be here momentarily.”
“Well, congratulations, Asami, at least one of your men has some sense.” Ignoring Asami’s angry glare, he instead knelt down to speak to Tao, who was still clinging desperately to him. “Tao, I told you, you don’t have to be afraid of Mr. Scary Asami, okay? I’ll take care of him, but I need you to take care of Xin-xin. Will you do that for me? Will you be brave and make sure nothing happens to her?”
Feilong placed Kokoro carefully into Tao’s arms. Tao sniffed, his eyes blinking rapidly, determined not to let any unmanly tears escape. “Yes, Fei-sama.”
“Good boy. Now you stay right here with Li and Chen and don’t go anywhere else, got it? Ice cream will be here momentarily.” Feilong rolled his eyes in Asami’s direction. He then placed Tao and Kokoro on the leather couch outside Asami’s office, nodding to his men to stand guard over them.
Standing up gracefully, Feilong then walked straight past Asami into his office, without looking at him, tossing his hair as he went. See if I’m going to bow down to you, Mr. Smug Yakuza Bastard -
Before he could finish his thought, he was grabbed rudely by the arm and shoved face first against the door as it slammed shut, Asami’s CZ75 semi-automatic pistol digging into the back of his neck.
“Where is he?” Asami snarled into Feilong’s ear, wrenching his arm painfully against his back.
“Have you lost your mind?? Let go of me this instant!” Feilong struggled against him, trying to alleviate the pain in his arm, but it only made Asami grip him harder.
“Not until you tell me what you know.” He pressed the gun deeper into Feilong’s neck, grinding into his soft skin.
“What the hell has gotten into you? Are you trying to start a war? My men are right outside!”
“And so is Tao. Now answer me! What do you know?”
Feilong snapped. Being an overbearing idiot was one thing; threatening Tao was quite another. He stopped struggling and went limp in Asami’s arms. When he felt Asami hesitate for a fraction of a second, Feilong pounced. Sliding his left foot behind Asami’s right, he knocked him off balance just enough for him to loosen his grip so that Feilong could spin around, drop to his knees, and raise his right hand in an upward groin slap that nearly lifted Asami right off the ground.
Laughing fiendishly, Feilong slithered up Asami’s body like a snake, still clutching his family jewels. Asami’s gun was now pointed at Feilong’s chest. “Go ahead, shoot me. Let’s see who dies first. They call this move ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’. I’ve killed a man this way before. I could easily have killed you just now. It’d be a shame if you had nothing to greet your little dog with when he comes home, hmmm?”
Asami continued to glare at Feilong, but he was breathing through his nose, and Feilong triumphantly noticed a bead of sweat appearing on his brow. You can pretend to be tough all you want, but I know that had to hurt like hell.
“For the record, if you ever threaten Tao again, I will not hesitate to kill you. Creative assassination is a skill at which I am particularly adept.” Here he paused and squeezed his right hand, for emphasis. Asami, to his credit, inhaled sharply but did not groan, nor did he change his passive expression. “I have no idea where your idiot Takaba is, nor do I particularly care. I fail to see why I am being treated like a common criminal when I’ve done nothing but try to help you this entire time. If I did have any information, I certainly wouldn’t give it to you now.”
Asami put his left hand on top of Feilong’s right. He coughed, once. Feilong felt it, and it send a strange shiver through his body. Asami’s eyes narrowed. “So you do know something.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yes, you did.”
“No, I didn’t. I said if I did - ”
“Feilong.” Asami flicked his wrist, causing Feilong’s hand to slide upwards, brushing against Asami’s now hardening erection. “What is it you want, exactly?”
Feilong’s eyes grew wide. Damn you, Asami Ryuichi, you would be the only one who gets turned on by getting Kung Fu to the balls! “I want you to stop being such a royal bastard!” He went to move his hand away, but Asami grabbed his wrist, keeping his hand where it was. For an instant, Feilong’s breath caught.
“Is that… all you want?” Asami moved closer, slowly tracing the barrel of his gun down Feilong’s chest.
Ignoring the fluttering in his stomach, Feilong rolled his eyes. “Is that all you ever think about, rape and murder? Do you realize what a broken record you sound like? Don’t you think you should take up a hobby or something? Painting, perhaps? Mahjong? Pachinko?”
“Feilong, you are trying my patience.”
“And you are wrinkling my cheongsam!”
Wrenching himself forcefully away, Feilong stood with his back to Asami, his arms crossed. Asami was not finished, however.
“Give me a reason why I shouldn’t put a hole through the back of your head.”
“Because you called me here for information, idiot.”
“So start talking.”
Feilong spun around, his dark eyes ablaze with anger. “Did it ever occur to you, you uncivilized Yakuza piece of trash, that you could just ask me? Or is this the only way you know how to communicate, with guns and threats of violence?”
“You’re one to talk, Feilong.”
“Don’t give me that! I’ve been nothing but civil to you this entire time, and this is how you treat me? I won’t stand for it, do you understand me? I will not!”
Asami holstered his gun and lit a cigarette, exhaling. “Look, Feilong. I need you to tell me what you know. Takaba has gone missing, and whoever it was that snatched him left a violent scene in their wake. He could be... he’s likely in serious trouble. I don’t have time to play games with you. I need to know if you have any information that can help us find him.”
“And I should help you why?”
“Feilong, I’ll ask you one more time. What is it you want? If it’s just your childish need to win, I’ll let you win, okay? What is it, money? Sex? More power for Baishe? More pearls for your hair, perhaps?”
“How dare you!” Feilong’s blood boiled. “Is that all I am to you, a tool to be used? Why the hell did you even call me here?”
“Because I need your help.”
“Like hell! As if you ever make decisions like that! You always have some manipulative, no good reason for doing everything!”
“Believe what you want to believe. I know you are good at gathering information, or I wouldn’t have called you. I know you’ve been out there with your eyes open, and I can tell from the way you are acting that you’ve discovered something important. What do I have to do to get you to tell me? Get down on my knees?”
“That would be a start!” Feilong snorted.
To Feilong’s complete and total surprise, Asami got down on one knee, then carefully onto the other, taking both of Feilong’s hands in his. Feilong could see the strain in his face; this position was not only subordinate, it was physically painful for him, since he still had the bullet wound in his left knee where Feilong himself had shot him.
“Feilong.” Asami looked him straight in the eye. “Tell me where I can find him.”
Still in shock, Feilong stared. “Y-you really care about him, don’t you.”
Asami just looked at him, his golden gaze never wavering. Feilong felt like he was being x-rayed from the inside out. It was like he was suddenly naked, as if he were the one in the vulnerable position, not Asami. He shivered involuntarily.
“All right, all right already! Get up, sheesh. Look, I’ll tell you what you want to know, okay? Just tell me one thing?”
Asami got up slowly, wincing. He looked at Feilong and nodded, once.
“Why Takaba? Seriously, after all this? I always assumed you had some master plan, some deception we were all waiting to see unveiled. But you didn’t. It was just about Takaba, all along, wasn’t it. I don’t get it. You never felt this way about..." - me - "...anyone before. Why now? Why this kid?”
“You’ve been with Takaba. What would you say?”
Feilong opened his mouth to answer, then closed it again. The truth was, he already knew the answer. Akihito was beautiful, though it wasn’t about his looks. He had a way of blossoming even in the midst of the most difficult situations, like a tiny flower forcing its way up through a crack in the sidewalk, like the rugged edelweiss insisting on surviving at the top of a cold Alpine mountain.
Despite all the unforgivable things Feilong had done to him, Akihito still stood bravely between Feilong and Asami in the end, insisting that they stop the violence. Feilong knew very well what he himself would have done, had their situations been reversed. He would have watched Asami shoot Takaba dead. No question about it. When it came down to it, Feilong was nothing but a cold blooded snake, and he knew it. By comparison, Akihito was a warm, friendly little puppy, who kept coming back, stupidly wagging his tail, even after you kicked him repeatedly. Who wouldn’t choose as Asami had chosen?
Feilong’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “I’d say it’s time we found him.”