The Note Part 1
Akihito slowly placed the pen down onto the table. He read over the note several times to make sure it was right and partially in hope that the yakuza would come stop him from leaving. Like that will happen Akihito thought as he read the note one last time.
He sighed and placed the not down onto the table. He had had a hard time admitting his feelings; he had always denied the lingering feeling just underneath the surface, and now that he had finally admitted to himself he felt as though a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Only to be left with harsh pain.
He had fought Asami every step and always refused to back down to him. That was until Asami made his mind go blank with the amazing sex. He would argue with the yakuza on everything and his stubbornness and pride refused to allow him tell how the older mans cold shoulder really made him feel.
Putting how he was feeling down on paper made them feel real to Akihito. It meant that he could not deny it and the same went for his saying goodbye. It was the hardest decision he had ever had to make. But in the end he could not stay with the man when he new all he was seen as was the yakuzas fuck toy. His pet. To Asami he was something that could be thrown away as easily as a cigarette butt when he eventually got bored. He meant nothing to the older man. There is no worth in you. Asami had told him.
Akihito new that he was being a coward, he however, he could not allow the yakuza to break him. Yes he had admitted his lover the yakuza and it was for that reason that he had decided to leave. How could he stay and have Asami tear his heart apart. Akihito rationalised.
He felt a sharp pain in his heart as he picked up the bag that he had packed for himself. He brought little he did not want to be weighed down.
He made his way slowly through the small apartment saying goodbye individually to each room he had grown to love. As he stopped at the make shift darkroom he felt another twinge of pain in his heart as he saw the pile of cameras sitting on the shelf. He had decided to leave them all accept for two. The beloved camera his father had given him, his first camera. He also had the viewfinder that Asami had given him for his birthday on the condition that he didn’t use it to take pictures of Asami’s work. His two most prized possessions. As much as he loved all his cameras leaving them behind was a sign to Asami though Akihito did not realise it that his heart was not ready to leave. As he opened the door he took one last glance at the table, which held the note and his phone and whispered to the empty room. “Goodbye Asami. I really do love you.”
With a sad smile and as tears begin to fall from his eyes he flips off the light switch and closes the door to a quite click.
Asami set in the chair behind his desk listening to a report Kirishima was giving him on a rival group trying to make there way into his turf. However his mind kept wandering to a certain young photographer. Lately Asami had found that his mind would drift to the young photographer more and more. He found himself longing for the boy. The softness of his hair as he platted his fingers through it, The warmth of his lips and tongue as they kissed passionately to illicit moans from said boy, and the sweet intoxicating smell that would always linger on his clothes after his encounters with the boy. The boy had slowly made his way into the older mans mind and heart.
“Boss?” Kirishima called as he noticed that his boss did not seem to be paying attention to what he was saying.
“Keep a close eye on them and report to me the moment they begin to make a move. And send someone in there. I want eyes in the inside. Is that clear.”
“Yes boss” He replied bowing deeply and leaving the office. Asami set there for a view more minutes before sighing and calling for his car. As he made his way down to the limousine he ordered his driver to take him to Akihitos apartment.
It was two in the morning when the limo pulled up to the front of Akihitos apartment block. Stepping out of the car Asami exhaled the grey smoke as he looked around, snuffing the cigarette butt out with the toe of his shoe. As he made his way up the steps to the boys’ apartment a light breeze blew over the stray strands of hair that were hanging loosely from his slicked back hair. When he reached the door he pulled a small knife from his pocked and began to pick the lock. He realised that the door was unlocked and panic immediately took over him his entire body froze as fear settled in. Something the yakuzas had not felt since the Hong Kong incident.
He opened the door slowly and found that there was nothing out of place from the little apartment. We’ll at least he has not been kidnapped. The yakuza thought knowing that his little kitten would not be taken without some sort of a fight. So why was the door unlocked. He wondered knowing the boy would not forget to lock it.
Asami made his way to the boys room toeing off his shoes as he went, half hoping that he’d be there. The other half knowing he wouldn’t. He slowly opened the door to find it empty. His heart gave a painful jolt. Where could he be? Why am I so worried? I should not be worried like this. Emotions are a weakness? Aren’t they? The yakuza thought on this for a view moments. Hadn’t his strive to protect Akihito make him extend his hand further over America and Europe and put a tight clamp down on Japan. Hadn’t his fear that something might happen to the kitten make him build his organisation more. Make it impossible to break. If he thinks about it his business been thriving since he met Akihito. But that can’t be why my business is doing so well? The only reason I’d have to do this was if …The yakuza stopped before that thought could go any further.
Asami scanned the surrounding area with eagle like eyes. His gaze fell on Takaba’s phone sitting on the table. The yakuza walked over to it and picking it up noticed the note underneath it. Flicking on the light so he could see better he set down in the nearest chair and began to read the note. He was not sure which shocked him more Akihito saying that he loved him or saying goodbye. After a view minutes Asami pulled his mobile from his pocket and called his bodyguard. Akira picked up on the second ring.
“Yes Boss” he answered.
“I want you to find out where Akihito has gone to and as soon as you find him report to me. You have an hour.” Akira shivered at the calm tone in his Bosses voice he new he’d be at the bottom of Tokyo bay in the next two hours if he did not find the boy.
“Yes Sir” he said and the line was disconnected.
Asami put his phone back in his pocket and set into the chair pulling a cigarette from the back he placed it in his mouth inhaling deeply. Maybe its time I am honest with Akihito… and myself. He thought as he took in the small apartment.
Akira looked over to wear a tall balding man stood leaning against the body of a taxi. He read through the description that he had gotten from another source who said that Akihito had been seen getting into a cab driven by this man.
“You Daichi” he asked in an almost snarl.
“Who wants to know? If ya a cop get lost I want nothin ta do with ya.” Akira sighed at the mans vulgar language.
“I am looking for someone I believe that you gave him a lift sometime recently.” He answered wanting to get this over with fast. The smelling coming from the man was making him nocuous.
“How the hell am me suppose ta know all the burgers I drive around this place” He asked with a sniff. Getting aggravated Akira held up a picture of Akihito.
“Him I want to know where you drove him to”
“I ain’t tellin ya shit” the man said again. Getting thoroughly pissed Akira took a deep breath to calm his anger.
“I’ll make it worth you while. I’ll give you 10,000 yen to tell me where he is.”
“Fancy guy like you with his fancy suite can come up with more then 10,000 yen. What da ya think I am I ain’t telling ya unless ya offer something betta got that.” Thoroughly pissed at this stage Akira grabbed the driver by the neck and threw him against the car bonnet squeezing tightly.
“I’m sick of your fucking shit. Tell me where he is or I’ll snap you neck got that.
Asami still sat in Akihito’s apartment. Looking at his watch he realised that Akira was ten minutes late in checking in. Reaching for his mobile to call the bodyguard it rang jut as his fingers touched it.
“Did you find him” he asked after seeing Akiras name flash on the screen.
“Yes boss he’s in Tokyo International airport”
“Call the airport and have them freeze all outgoing flights. Also find out where exactly Akihito is and report back.
“Yes Sir” Came the reply and he hung up. Asami stood from his chair relief filling over him. He stepped out of the apartment and made his way down the waiting car.
“Airport” he said simply as he slid into the back of the car. Akihito I’ll never let you leave you are mine.
A/N So I spent ages trying out different styles of wrighting this and this is what I came up with so please let me know what you think.
10,000 yen is about 65 euro and about 93 dollars