MAMA KNOWS BEST DEAR - 1-5 chapters (incomplete)
First posted/2009/05/01/
Asami x Akihito x Mikhail x Susannah x Jon x Mia x Ann Marie
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka,
YAMANE Ayano
Rating: PG13
In all the stories I’ve written so far, there has always been a person or place not really explained. This is the story that will bind all the questions into answers. Enjoy!
MAMA KNOWS BEST DEAR
Chapter 1
It had been a long day for Akihito. Asami had dragged him all over the city shopping. Now his bloody feet were killing him.
He stretched his tired body down unto the sofa; flexing his feet back and forth as he pointed his toes towards the guilty culprit.
“Man my feet hurt. How do women do this every week,” he complained.
Asami took pity on his lover and sat down, drawing his feet unto his lap he easily massaged out the pain.
A wicked smirked crossed his lips. He was enjoying the sounds Akihito was making. It almost sounded lusty, like his body was going into heat.
“Aaaahhaa.”
Akihito lay there enjoying the wonderful feelings in his feet as they came back to life. He looked up and peered at his masseur.
Now that they were officially together his bloody man had decided all by himself that Akihito clothing wasn’t good enough and chuck the whole lot. Donating them to some needy charity.
Not that he had anything against charity; it was just that some of his clothing had been special. Like his pokeman shirt. It had cost him almost a week’s pay.
And his star trek costume. It had come all the way from America and had taken six weeks to get to him.
Arrogant bastard. Telling him he has no taste in clothing. He should give him a bill for every single piece of clothing that disappeared. Only thing is he couldn’t remember every piece. Lucky bastard.
Just because his closet was filled with jeans and T-shirts doesn’t mean he has no taste. He should really show him one of these days how much class he really has. Don’t be stupid Akihito. You can never think like that.
“Hmmm, that feels good.” Akihito moaned.
Asami large hands were certainly helping to ease the tension from his feet, allowing his body to relax more.
“You have wonderful hands,” he murmured.
“Thank you.”
“Hmmm.”
Akihito’s eyes slowly drifted close. His body was relaxed and he eagerly embraced the sleep that threatened to encumbrance him.
A repeatedly annoying sound broke into his peaceful state forcing him to open his eyes.
“Akihito?”
“Hmm?”
“Akihito?”
“Hmm?”
“Akihito open your eyes?”
“Asami? _What is it?”
Asami moved in closer. His hand on the young man hip as he tried to retrieve something from behind him.
“What are you doing, Asami?”
“I’m trying to get your cell phone. It’s ringing.”
He held out the offending object in his hand and glanced at the screen. It was blank. The older man frowned not liking what he saw. He flipped it open and brought it to his ear.
“What do you think you’re doing? Give me that!” Akihito cried, as he gave Asami a dirty look.
He drew himself higher up into the chair to sit up straight and place both feet solidly onto the ground.
“Hello?” he said into the apparatus.
His older lover watched as his Akihito answered his phone. Wondering about the person at the other end. He had learned a blank screen on his Akihito’s phone usually meant something dangerous.
Asami’s eyes followed the smaller figure as it moved around the room. Akihito was becoming agitated. He was moving his body around and swung his hand back and forth with jerky gestures.
He could feel something was out of place again.
Akihito finished the call. Snapped the lid down with a loud click.
“Shit!” He shouted and furiously threw the phone onto the sofa. Watching as it bounced unto the floor. “Shit, Shit, Shit!”
Asami watched him for a moment then bend to pick up the cell phone.
“Want to tell me what’s going on?” He asked.
He’d watched his lover’s stature changed into someone he didn’t know.
Akihito ran a heavy hand through his hair.
“You better call your mother?” He said instead.
Asami raised one eyebrow inquiringly. “My mother?”
“Yeah, your mother,” he repeated unwaveringly.
The yakuza boss did as he was told. Something had greatly upset his Aki. He spoke for several minutes into the phone before hanging up.
His gaze never left Akihito, not once during his telephone call. And the younger man had seen when his expression became completely icy cold.
“Where is my mother?” he demanded.
“Kidnapped,” Akihito answered softly.
***
Chapter 2
Asami looked at him blankly, as if Akihito was speaking in another language. Kidnapped. His lover had said his mother had been kidnapped.
The single word played around in his head. Repeatedly moving from side to side in his brain until it penetrated solidly into his mind.
His face filled with disbelief as the one word finally sunk deeply within him. ‘Kidnapped.’
A killing anger began to build within the darkest pit of his stomach and overflowed filling the room. It’s stuffy presents permutated every corner of the penthouse.
“Who has her?”
Akihito didn’t answer right away; he was furiously trying to think of a way to save a rapidly deteriorating situation.
The yakuza boss moved steadily towards him and the younger man quickly stepped backward, holding out both arms in the air trying to think of a way to quickly calm Asami down.
“I’m asking you where is she?” His voice cold and frosty as a wintry day in the Arctic.
“How would I know?
Akihito hurriedly added. “ I was with you remember.”
The older man didn’t stop until he reached the dinning room table. The offending object stood between them; stopping him from getting any closer to Akihito.
“That telephone call, who was it?” Asami asked frigidly. His whole body seemed ready to inflict some kind of violence.
Akihito sighed he knew his lover wouldn’t hurt him but was very anxious about his mother.
“Let’s sit down first.”
He waved a hand indicating the other man should sit in one of the chairs directly across from him and not waiting for him to sit, he drew a chair out and plopped himself down.
Asami followed suit.
“Who has my mother?”
Akihito placed both palms on the table. He needed to let the Asami see him and know there was no deception.
This was going to be one of the biggest favors he would ever have to ask his lover.
“Asami we’ve been together for almost two years,” He started. “ Many things have come into our paths trying to push us apart but we’ve mange to hold on and now we’re still together.”
“Don’t try to distract me Akihito. I won’t ask you again. Who has my mother?”
This wasn’t going to be easy. He licked the dryness from his lips and forced the first hurdle passed his mouth.
“Let me take care of this. I can get her back without a scratch on her. I swear,” holding up a hand to his chest in promise.
“I will get her back. I don’t need you to become involve in this Akihito.”
“I am involve in this,” he told him. More than you know.
“If you make the wrong people unhappy you might not see her again. Alive or __,” he left off.
There was no need to ask what he meant, the meaning was very clear.
“Let me handle this? I promise to bring her back unharmed.”
Asami felt Akihito’s small warm hands grasp both of his, they were lying lifelessly on the table. This man was asking for one of the largest favors he could ever ask for from him.
Letting some one other than himself handle this particular situation even for an instant was unacceptable. But Akihito had asked that of him. Could he trust the boy with her life?
He had no trouble letting his lover protect him or any of his men but this wasn’t the case, this was his mother. The person who gave him life and had always stood by him no matter how many mistakes he’d made.
This was a person he’d sworn to protect and have protected at all cost, until now.
Could he do it, hand control over to another. He knew the boy had more information than he was saying and was willing to share?
If he said ‘No’ the reporter would be ahead of him. How far he didn’t know. Time was too important a commodity. The wise choice would be to put a couple of his best trackers on him and have him followed.
He opened his eyes and focused on the younger man. “Okay, I’ll give you a chance to bring her back. But I’m only giving you one day. I want you reporting back to me every hour.”
Akihito smiled. A simple trusting smile that moved barely moved his lips. He was making some headway with Asami but he might need a bit more time before he could return Asami’s mother.
“I might need a little more time than that. Maybe a week?”
“No, you have 24 hours.
“Come on Asami even the cops would need more time that.”
Asami grind his teeth together. “Akihito while I’m here with you, someone has taken my mother. You’re wasting valuable time.”
“Give me three days. I swear I’ll have her back by then.” He looked at the older man hopefully.
“Three days. You think you can have her back in three days alive and unhurt?”
“Three days. I promised.” Or at least he could get to her. Have her talk with Asami by phone. That should calm him down some before he went around busting the wrong people’s heads.
“Okay I’m giving you three days but nothing better happen to her. Remember Akihito, you’re the one stopping me from looking for her and I’m a strong believer in a eye for and eye,” he reminded him.
The younger man wasn’t intimidated. He knew where Asami’s mother was and that she wouldn’t be harm. He just couldn’t tell the other man that.
“Thank you.” He said with a heartfelt voice.
He better get going. If they had taken her out of the country he really will need those three days to bring her back.
“I better get going.”
Akihito pushed himself away from the table, and walked around the tempered glass furniture. He placed a kiss on his lover’s upturned lips and whispered, “Don’t worry. I promise I’ll bring her back safe and sound.”
Asami just grunted and trailed behind his Aki as he collected all that he needed for the next three days.
He said nothing more until the reporter was standing at the door ready to leave.
Akihito more into his lover’s arms and poured everything within him into a parting kiss.
“That’s going to have to last you until I come back in three days,” he said and walked quickly through the apartment door.
Asami waited until he heard the closing of the elevator door before moving to the telephone. He placed a call to his Chief of Security Souh Kazumi.
He didn’t wait for a polite greeting. He barked his orders into the receiver.
“Akihito is on his way down now. I want two of the best trackers on him immediately. When he leave the building I want then leaving with him.
A disembodied voiced answered, “Yes Asami_sama.”
When you finished that I want you and your whole team in my office within the next fifteen minutes.”
“Yes Asami_sama.”
“And Souh, No Screw Ups.”
Asami hung up the phone before the man could give him an answer. He walked toward the large picture window and looked out upon the bustling city. His mother was out there somewhere, hopefully unharmed.
He’d promised Akihito he would wait and he will but he couldn’t just sit here doing nothing, that wasn’t his style.
Beside he needed to getting everything prepared just in case something went ___. He couldn’t even say the words.
***
Chapter 3
Akihito left the building knowing that he wouldn’t be alone. Asami was sure to send a couple of his dogs to trail him. There’s no way Asami could keep out of this. He just hoped that his envelopment wasn’t going to cause too much trouble for anyone.
He glanced over his shoulder incognito like, trying to pick out which were Asami’s men behind him. He didn’t see any faces he knew but that didn’t mean they weren’t they. He could literally smell them. Oh well, he’ll have to deal with them later.
If he wanted to get Asami mother back quickly he was going to need some help and reached for his cell phone. Push some numbers on the dial pad and waited. Glancing around distractedly.
Got ya. Asami’s men were there. One was directly behind him about twelve feet away, the other about thirty feet behind him. He turned in the opposite direction from the men and walked onward.
“Yes, it’s me. I’m coming in now,” he spoke into the phone.
Whatever the other party replied with the tracker couldn’t hear.
“Why did you guys picked up his mother?”
Again he tried to hear the other side to the conversation but the distance was to great and he couldn’t risk getting any closer. Damn the boss wasn’t going to like this.
“She’s here? Where? When did she arrive?”
The guard looked up suddenly, startled with the sudden uneasiness in Akihito’s voice. Obviously there was a new player. Could be that Russian broad? He needed to get closer.
“Was she the one who gave the order to grab his mother?”
Damn so close yet so blasted far. Just keep talking I can almost hear the other party.
“I want her back. Alive and unharmed.”
That’s good. Who ever it is was still okay. Come on kid, what the hell have you gotten into?
“Where is she now?”
“What do you mean coming to get me?”
The boy was really unsettled. Shooting off questions rapidly. Who’s coming? Shit the boss definitely isn’t going to like this.
“Can you stop her?”
“No, she’s on her way to your lover’s address.”
“She can’t go there. You have to stop her!”
“I can’t I’m only an employee remember? You would have to stop her. Go ahead make the call.”
“I didn’t want to talk with her yet but I guess I have no choice.”
“Yeah that’s how I see it.”
“I’ll give her a call after I’m finish with you. In the mean time meet me in thirty minutes at the usual place.”
“Right.”
Both men ended the call and Akihito appeared really distracted. Whoever this woman is seemed a threat to his boss’s relationship with Akihito.
His target was about to cross the street. He looked back to see how far his partner was and to signal him to come in closer. They couldn’t afford to loose sight of the kid.
Akihito was already on the other side. He had to catch up to him he couldn’t wait any longer and stepped unto the street.
Loud squealing tires alerted people to step back quickly, as a body came flying through the air; landing with a heavy thud that had people screaming in fear.
The young reporter turned, heading back across the street when a black Mercedes pulled up blocking his path. He moved to go around it but stopped when the window was lowered and his name was called out.
“Hello Akihito.”
That voice.
“Get in the car, Akihito…now.”
He looked at that familiar face in surprise, the sighed. He looked up and his gaze traveled across the street. Locking eyes with the second tracker standing next to his fallen partner. The man move to intercept but Akihito shook his head and nod to the man lying on the sidewalk.
“Akihito.”
Without saying anything he bent and entered the car. Leaving Asami’s men behind him.
The tracker knelt beside his partner. The man was seriously hurt but still alive and aware. With obvious pain he passed the recording of Akihito phone call over to him.
He securely deposited the device into his breast pocket before making an emergency called for an ambulance to get help for his fallen partner. Then he immediately placed a second call to his boss.
Within fifteen minutes Asami and his security team blazed into the emergency department of Tokyo General Hospital. He was met by the tracker and informed of what had happened.
The recording was passed to the security team leader who moved the group of men into a small room before played it aloud.
Asami listened carefully to every word. Then re-questioned his tracker about a few key issues regarding Akihito and the car.
With a frightening determination he informed the group. “I played it Akihito’s way and it didn’t work. Now we play it my way. Find my mother and Akihito. Anyone that stupidly stands in your way…eliminated.
“Yes Asami_sama,” his men uttered.
“Good. Now let’s go talk to the tracker maybe he can tell me something more.”
***
Chapter 4
It has been two days since both his mother and Akihito had disappeared and Asami was no closer to finding the two people closest to him.
His men had put the word out on the street but as yet, no one had come forth. He’d even gone so far as to offer up a percentage of his business, to rival families but still nothing.
Something was very wrong and he didn’t need anyone to tell him this. He ran this city and for something of this magnitude to happen, he knew it had to be carefully planned.
But who, which of enemies had the balls to pull something like this off? The Americans…no, they were too busy with the sudden drop of cashflow they were having.
What about the Chinese, he and Liu Fei Long had settled their differences and had come to an applicable agreement.
The Sicilians, could they have done this? Somehow he didn’t think so. They had been doing business together for years and everything had been going the way it should.
The new players were the Colombians, the Russians and the Vietnamese. His instructions to everyone had been, to watch them all very carefully. If any of these groups shit, he wanted to know about it.
Asami placed a call to Suoh Kazumi, his security chief demanding answers.
“Anything new?” he barked into the line.
“Yes, Asami_sama,” and told him in detailed about this new lead they had uncovered.
The Yakuza boss listened intently then suddenly announced; that he would be joining them.
“When will you be leaving?”
“In an hour, Asami_sama.”
“Good, let me know fifteen minutes before you’re ready.”
“Yes Asami_sama.”
His promise to Akihito popped into his thoughts and he brushed it aside. It had become null and void the minute the boy had disappeared, now it was time to do things his way.
For the next thirty minutes the big boss did his work. Reading and signing his name to future contracts; yet still managing to keep an eye on the ivory camera shaped clock on his desk, a present from his Aki this past Christmas.
A sigh passed his lips and he reached for the small clock. He held it in one hand and gently ran his pointer finger of the other hand across its silky surface. It’s as smooth as his Aki skin but not as soft, he thought.
The peeling sound of the telephone ringing on his desk brought him back to awareness. He carefully set the clock back in its place of importance and reached out to stop the annoying sound.
“Asami,” he barked into the receiver.
“We will be leaving in fifteen minutes Asami_sama,” his security chief informed him.
“Good, I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
Asami hung up the phone and opened the bottom left draw of his desk. Carefully lifting out a small black box, he placed it down before him.
He opened the lid and sat staring at the mechanical device. It was still turned on but the quiet beeping sound it once made, as it tracked his Akihito across the city had still.
“Akihito where are you?” Asami asked the small box.
“Did you find my mother, are you with her now and who was that person in the car you got into?”
To many unanswered questions. He was feeling a great sense of disconnection and lost. This box was suppose to prevent that and it had up until now. Wherever Akihito was his signals was being deliberately jammed.
When this is all over, maybe I should think seriously about getting something for my mother too, he thought.
His telephone rang once more.
“Asami.”
“Sir we are ready to leave.”
Surprise his glance strayed to the clock. Fifteen minutes had already passed.
“I’ll be right there.”
He hung up the phone and slid the small box back into place. Reached beneath his jacket and removed his gun; checking to make sure the clip was full, he was two bullets short.
Reaching into the top left draw of his desk he brought out another box, this one plainly marked and carried the small picture of a bullet blazing across the lid.
After refilling his clip, he slid it back into place and put the small box back where he had removed it.
Shit better get a move on. He hurried out the door.
Since the disappearance Asami’s men walk gingerly around their boss. The once calm man was now agitated and less tolerant of any mistakes.
Asami slid into the back of the automobile and two of his bodyguards followed, another sat in the front with the driver.
The car easily pulled away from the corner and merged with the flow of everyday traffic, maneuvering through the cars with a practiced ease, until it pulled up outside a small insignificant building owned by the Vietnamese.
Four men exited the car and entered the building.
A plain brown car followed behind Asami’s, parking about ten meters ahead of him. It’s single occupant watching the events as she spoke into the small cell phone in her hand.
“I’m outside a small building on Lam Street. It’s own by the Vietnamese.”
“Shit…hold on.”
She could hear her contact speaking to someone else ‘That idiot, you go bring him in now’.
‘Yes sir.’
‘Bring him back in one piece. Akihito wouldn’t like you to hurt him too much.’
They were actually going to bring in Asami Ryuuichi. The voice came back on line.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes. When I get there you are to leave immediately. Understood.”
“Yes.”
“Now how many cars did he bring?”
“One,” she told him. “Asami and three of his men went into the building and his driver stayed outside.”
“Good. The black car parked across the street and off to the side. Single person behind the wheel?”
“Yeah, that’s him.”
“Got it. You may go.”
The conversation ended after that and a brown unidentified car pulled away and stop another one hundred meters ahead.
This is a once in a life time chance of seeing the great Asami Ryuuichi get his, she thought and slunk down behind another car and watched the action.
Five cars pulled onto the street within that space of time each car holding a minimum of four men.
Asami’s driver was surrounded and taken away by the first four men. The other fifteen entered the building.
Five minutes later they exited carry a rumpled Asami and all three of his bodyguards. The four men were unconscious.
***
Chapter 5
“Did you have any trouble?”
“A little but nothing I couldn’t handle. Unfortunately he put a good fight and I had to subdue him.”
“You bastard,” the other voice laughed. “Akihito better not be upset over this.”
Asami began to regain conciseness; the throbbing pain in his head was horrendous, everything was so fuzzy it was hard to make out the voices, or understand what they were saying. He forced himself to lie still and not move, just listened.
“Akihito will kick your ass if there is anything too wrong with him.”
“I know that. I only returned a little of the favor he gave to me.”
“You can be a real pain in the ass sometime, you know that. If Akihito wants your head she’ll give it to him on a golden platter.”
“I’m aware of that,” one of the voices replied.
Asami’s curiosity over this new development, over ride his common sense and he slowly opened one eye, carefully checking out his surroundings.
Two men stood at the foot of the bed, where they had placed him on, facing each other as the spoke.
His blurry eyes tried to focus in on their faces, he need to remember for future references in case they should run across each other again. Something he planned to make sure happen very soon.
Blinking several times he desperately tried to clear the fogginess from his brain. He had no choice but to shake some of the fogginess free. The movement alerted the other men in the room and they turned and focus their eyes upon him.
“He’s finally waking up.”
“Don’t state the obvious.”
The movement helped to clear enough of the cobwebs in his head for Asami to recognize one of those voices; his so call new friend, Mikhail Arbartov, Russia’s biggest Mafia boss.
“What’s going on Mikhail?” his voice understandably a little raspier than normal.
“How are you feeling, Asami,” the tall blonde man inquired instead.
He found his body wasn’t tied down and he moved a sluggish hand sweeping it across his face. Good he could move his body. He pulled himself up into a sitting position before speaking.
“Why the hell are you here again, Mikhail. Where is Akihito and my mother?”
“Obviously you’re feeling better if you can lie there glaring and shooting off questions at me,” the Russian informed him.
Asami fixed his stare on both men, frustrated at being thorp by this man and made a promise to himself to never to let it happen again.
He thought they had settled their difference. It should have been a while before they would have had to meet in any capacity.
“Didn’t Akihito warned you to stay put, that he would take care of everything?”
“Akihito does not tell me what to do?” he informed him in a firm voice.
He was beginning to feel more like his regular self. Whatever they had given him was wearing off and his senses were coming back under his control again.
“Don’t fuck with me. Where is my family and…my men?” he threw in.
The tall, gorgeous blonde man blinked at Asami tone. He would not have tolerated it under normal circumstances but this time he was willing to give the other man some leeway, for all he had gone through the pass few days.
“Your family is fine. They should be on their way here now,” he was told. “Your men are all fine too, they’re being treated as well as you are. Now can you stand yet?”
Asami carefully swung his feet to the floor and slowly try to bring his lithe body into a standing position. It wasn’t ready and he tumbled back onto the bed he had just tried to leave.
Both men moved quickly to his side and assist him safely back onto the mattress.
“What the held did your men shoot me with?”
“Sorry about that,” the other man in the room spoke for the very first time, drawing Asami eyes towards him.
The Yakuza boss’s eyes squinted together thoughtfully as he recognized the face. He hadn’t before but he wasn’t paying to much attention to this person.
This was the face of the man who had entered the Vietnamese strong hold behind him. While he and his men were interrogating some of their prisoners, he had come upon Asami and informed him, his boss wanted to speak with him.
The Japanese boss had adamantly refused his offer and a scuffled had occurred, with punches being thrown and he and his men were each injected with something. Then he had woken up here on this damn bed.
“You brought me here?”
“Yes.”
Something about the man’s face kept ringing in the back of his mind. They had met before this, he was sure of it. He fought to remember and then it hit him with total recall.
“We’ve met before this. When Akihito disappeared for over two weeks I found him living with you in that small apartment.”
“Yes.”
Asami remember well. He thought he and Akihito were having an affair and had beaten the man badly; would have gladly dispose of him too if Akihito hadn’t returned and begged for his life.
“Pay back can be sweet can’t it?” the older man said.
A small smile hovered at the corner of his helper’s mouth. “Yes, it can.”
“Let me introduce you,” Mikhail injected. “This is Akihito’s American cousin Jon Roberts. He is his Japanese protector.”
“His Japan…Akihito doesn’t need any more protection. That’s my job,”
Asami stated firmly, he didn’t like what these men were suggesting. He always protected what was his.
“No offence but think carefully about this situation, before you try to dismiss Jon position and place in Akihito life.”
He said nothing, just sat there going over the information he had collected on hand, then he too smirked, tilting his head to Jon. “We’re even now?”
The young man returned the smile with a, “Yes, we’re even. Akihito wouldn’t allow me to do anymore?”
“Think you could do more by yourself?”
“Yes,”
“Enough,” Mikhail injected warningly to both men. “Akihito wouldn’t be happy with either of you if something like that was to happen, now would he?”
“By the way Asami I have a bill for you, and I expected it to be paid, pronto. Your hardheadedness nearly caused a gang war, between your people and the Vietnamese. Who was innocence by the way, luckily none of their men had been killed only severely hurt.”
Mikhail noticed Asami eyes were squinting again but dangerously this time; he refused to stop his scolding, letting the other man know how foolish his actions had really been.
“I paid the compensation they asked for but the apology you still have to supply.”
The older man listened and silently agreed to himself; his behavior of late was not his best, but he would willingly make amends if everything turned out okay in the end. He finally opened his mouth and agreed to their demands.
When the ringing sound of the telephone pealed around the room, it startled all three men as it broke into their private conversation.
Jon reached over and pick up the receiver.
“Yes.”
The other two men waited, quietly listening to the one side that they were able to hear.
“Show them in right away.”
Something else was said but neither man could identify what was said.
“Good, I’ll inform the boss.”
He hung up the telephone and said quietly, “She here.”
The Russian nodded his head in understanding and turned his attention back to Asami.
“You wanted to know what’s going on right? He continued after Asami agreeing nod. “Well all your questions are about to be answered in a few minutes.”
The sound of high heels clicking on the marble tile alerted everyone that she was on her way and was almost to the door.
Mikhail turned to face the closed opening but both Jon and Asami took a deep breath and held it; as a guard, who was posted outside, opened the door.
In walked a beautiful but older woman who carried herself with supreme grace as she took several steps into the room.
On the right of her standing about a pace back was Akihito. His lover was dresses as he had seldom seen him; in a quality three-piece business suit, something he himself would definitely have worn.
Just beside him, looking lovely, as ever in one of those blue double-breasted dresses she favored so much was his mother, alive, unharmed wearing a happy and welcoming smile.
(This Character is from Not Tonight Sweetheart)
File to big had to split it.
Asami x Akihito x Mikhail x Susannah x Jon x Mia x Ann Marie
Fandom: Viewfinder
Disclaimer: Belongs to the mangaka,
YAMANE Ayano
Rating: PG13
In all the stories I’ve written so far, there has always been a person or place not really explained. This is the story that will bind all the questions into answers. Enjoy!
MAMA KNOWS BEST DEAR
Chapter 1
It had been a long day for Akihito. Asami had dragged him all over the city shopping. Now his bloody feet were killing him.
He stretched his tired body down unto the sofa; flexing his feet back and forth as he pointed his toes towards the guilty culprit.
“Man my feet hurt. How do women do this every week,” he complained.
Asami took pity on his lover and sat down, drawing his feet unto his lap he easily massaged out the pain.
A wicked smirked crossed his lips. He was enjoying the sounds Akihito was making. It almost sounded lusty, like his body was going into heat.
“Aaaahhaa.”
Akihito lay there enjoying the wonderful feelings in his feet as they came back to life. He looked up and peered at his masseur.
Now that they were officially together his bloody man had decided all by himself that Akihito clothing wasn’t good enough and chuck the whole lot. Donating them to some needy charity.
Not that he had anything against charity; it was just that some of his clothing had been special. Like his pokeman shirt. It had cost him almost a week’s pay.
And his star trek costume. It had come all the way from America and had taken six weeks to get to him.
Arrogant bastard. Telling him he has no taste in clothing. He should give him a bill for every single piece of clothing that disappeared. Only thing is he couldn’t remember every piece. Lucky bastard.
Just because his closet was filled with jeans and T-shirts doesn’t mean he has no taste. He should really show him one of these days how much class he really has. Don’t be stupid Akihito. You can never think like that.
“Hmmm, that feels good.” Akihito moaned.
Asami large hands were certainly helping to ease the tension from his feet, allowing his body to relax more.
“You have wonderful hands,” he murmured.
“Thank you.”
“Hmmm.”
Akihito’s eyes slowly drifted close. His body was relaxed and he eagerly embraced the sleep that threatened to encumbrance him.
A repeatedly annoying sound broke into his peaceful state forcing him to open his eyes.
“Akihito?”
“Hmm?”
“Akihito?”
“Hmm?”
“Akihito open your eyes?”
“Asami? _What is it?”
Asami moved in closer. His hand on the young man hip as he tried to retrieve something from behind him.
“What are you doing, Asami?”
“I’m trying to get your cell phone. It’s ringing.”
He held out the offending object in his hand and glanced at the screen. It was blank. The older man frowned not liking what he saw. He flipped it open and brought it to his ear.
“What do you think you’re doing? Give me that!” Akihito cried, as he gave Asami a dirty look.
He drew himself higher up into the chair to sit up straight and place both feet solidly onto the ground.
“Hello?” he said into the apparatus.
His older lover watched as his Akihito answered his phone. Wondering about the person at the other end. He had learned a blank screen on his Akihito’s phone usually meant something dangerous.
Asami’s eyes followed the smaller figure as it moved around the room. Akihito was becoming agitated. He was moving his body around and swung his hand back and forth with jerky gestures.
He could feel something was out of place again.
Akihito finished the call. Snapped the lid down with a loud click.
“Shit!” He shouted and furiously threw the phone onto the sofa. Watching as it bounced unto the floor. “Shit, Shit, Shit!”
Asami watched him for a moment then bend to pick up the cell phone.
“Want to tell me what’s going on?” He asked.
He’d watched his lover’s stature changed into someone he didn’t know.
Akihito ran a heavy hand through his hair.
“You better call your mother?” He said instead.
Asami raised one eyebrow inquiringly. “My mother?”
“Yeah, your mother,” he repeated unwaveringly.
The yakuza boss did as he was told. Something had greatly upset his Aki. He spoke for several minutes into the phone before hanging up.
His gaze never left Akihito, not once during his telephone call. And the younger man had seen when his expression became completely icy cold.
“Where is my mother?” he demanded.
“Kidnapped,” Akihito answered softly.
***
Chapter 2
Asami looked at him blankly, as if Akihito was speaking in another language. Kidnapped. His lover had said his mother had been kidnapped.
The single word played around in his head. Repeatedly moving from side to side in his brain until it penetrated solidly into his mind.
His face filled with disbelief as the one word finally sunk deeply within him. ‘Kidnapped.’
A killing anger began to build within the darkest pit of his stomach and overflowed filling the room. It’s stuffy presents permutated every corner of the penthouse.
“Who has her?”
Akihito didn’t answer right away; he was furiously trying to think of a way to save a rapidly deteriorating situation.
The yakuza boss moved steadily towards him and the younger man quickly stepped backward, holding out both arms in the air trying to think of a way to quickly calm Asami down.
“I’m asking you where is she?” His voice cold and frosty as a wintry day in the Arctic.
“How would I know?
Akihito hurriedly added. “ I was with you remember.”
The older man didn’t stop until he reached the dinning room table. The offending object stood between them; stopping him from getting any closer to Akihito.
“That telephone call, who was it?” Asami asked frigidly. His whole body seemed ready to inflict some kind of violence.
Akihito sighed he knew his lover wouldn’t hurt him but was very anxious about his mother.
“Let’s sit down first.”
He waved a hand indicating the other man should sit in one of the chairs directly across from him and not waiting for him to sit, he drew a chair out and plopped himself down.
Asami followed suit.
“Who has my mother?”
Akihito placed both palms on the table. He needed to let the Asami see him and know there was no deception.
This was going to be one of the biggest favors he would ever have to ask his lover.
“Asami we’ve been together for almost two years,” He started. “ Many things have come into our paths trying to push us apart but we’ve mange to hold on and now we’re still together.”
“Don’t try to distract me Akihito. I won’t ask you again. Who has my mother?”
This wasn’t going to be easy. He licked the dryness from his lips and forced the first hurdle passed his mouth.
“Let me take care of this. I can get her back without a scratch on her. I swear,” holding up a hand to his chest in promise.
“I will get her back. I don’t need you to become involve in this Akihito.”
“I am involve in this,” he told him. More than you know.
“If you make the wrong people unhappy you might not see her again. Alive or __,” he left off.
There was no need to ask what he meant, the meaning was very clear.
“Let me handle this? I promise to bring her back unharmed.”
Asami felt Akihito’s small warm hands grasp both of his, they were lying lifelessly on the table. This man was asking for one of the largest favors he could ever ask for from him.
Letting some one other than himself handle this particular situation even for an instant was unacceptable. But Akihito had asked that of him. Could he trust the boy with her life?
He had no trouble letting his lover protect him or any of his men but this wasn’t the case, this was his mother. The person who gave him life and had always stood by him no matter how many mistakes he’d made.
This was a person he’d sworn to protect and have protected at all cost, until now.
Could he do it, hand control over to another. He knew the boy had more information than he was saying and was willing to share?
If he said ‘No’ the reporter would be ahead of him. How far he didn’t know. Time was too important a commodity. The wise choice would be to put a couple of his best trackers on him and have him followed.
He opened his eyes and focused on the younger man. “Okay, I’ll give you a chance to bring her back. But I’m only giving you one day. I want you reporting back to me every hour.”
Akihito smiled. A simple trusting smile that moved barely moved his lips. He was making some headway with Asami but he might need a bit more time before he could return Asami’s mother.
“I might need a little more time than that. Maybe a week?”
“No, you have 24 hours.
“Come on Asami even the cops would need more time that.”
Asami grind his teeth together. “Akihito while I’m here with you, someone has taken my mother. You’re wasting valuable time.”
“Give me three days. I swear I’ll have her back by then.” He looked at the older man hopefully.
“Three days. You think you can have her back in three days alive and unhurt?”
“Three days. I promised.” Or at least he could get to her. Have her talk with Asami by phone. That should calm him down some before he went around busting the wrong people’s heads.
“Okay I’m giving you three days but nothing better happen to her. Remember Akihito, you’re the one stopping me from looking for her and I’m a strong believer in a eye for and eye,” he reminded him.
The younger man wasn’t intimidated. He knew where Asami’s mother was and that she wouldn’t be harm. He just couldn’t tell the other man that.
“Thank you.” He said with a heartfelt voice.
He better get going. If they had taken her out of the country he really will need those three days to bring her back.
“I better get going.”
Akihito pushed himself away from the table, and walked around the tempered glass furniture. He placed a kiss on his lover’s upturned lips and whispered, “Don’t worry. I promise I’ll bring her back safe and sound.”
Asami just grunted and trailed behind his Aki as he collected all that he needed for the next three days.
He said nothing more until the reporter was standing at the door ready to leave.
Akihito more into his lover’s arms and poured everything within him into a parting kiss.
“That’s going to have to last you until I come back in three days,” he said and walked quickly through the apartment door.
Asami waited until he heard the closing of the elevator door before moving to the telephone. He placed a call to his Chief of Security Souh Kazumi.
He didn’t wait for a polite greeting. He barked his orders into the receiver.
“Akihito is on his way down now. I want two of the best trackers on him immediately. When he leave the building I want then leaving with him.
A disembodied voiced answered, “Yes Asami_sama.”
When you finished that I want you and your whole team in my office within the next fifteen minutes.”
“Yes Asami_sama.”
“And Souh, No Screw Ups.”
Asami hung up the phone before the man could give him an answer. He walked toward the large picture window and looked out upon the bustling city. His mother was out there somewhere, hopefully unharmed.
He’d promised Akihito he would wait and he will but he couldn’t just sit here doing nothing, that wasn’t his style.
Beside he needed to getting everything prepared just in case something went ___. He couldn’t even say the words.
***
Chapter 3
Akihito left the building knowing that he wouldn’t be alone. Asami was sure to send a couple of his dogs to trail him. There’s no way Asami could keep out of this. He just hoped that his envelopment wasn’t going to cause too much trouble for anyone.
He glanced over his shoulder incognito like, trying to pick out which were Asami’s men behind him. He didn’t see any faces he knew but that didn’t mean they weren’t they. He could literally smell them. Oh well, he’ll have to deal with them later.
If he wanted to get Asami mother back quickly he was going to need some help and reached for his cell phone. Push some numbers on the dial pad and waited. Glancing around distractedly.
Got ya. Asami’s men were there. One was directly behind him about twelve feet away, the other about thirty feet behind him. He turned in the opposite direction from the men and walked onward.
“Yes, it’s me. I’m coming in now,” he spoke into the phone.
Whatever the other party replied with the tracker couldn’t hear.
“Why did you guys picked up his mother?”
Again he tried to hear the other side to the conversation but the distance was to great and he couldn’t risk getting any closer. Damn the boss wasn’t going to like this.
“She’s here? Where? When did she arrive?”
The guard looked up suddenly, startled with the sudden uneasiness in Akihito’s voice. Obviously there was a new player. Could be that Russian broad? He needed to get closer.
“Was she the one who gave the order to grab his mother?”
Damn so close yet so blasted far. Just keep talking I can almost hear the other party.
“I want her back. Alive and unharmed.”
That’s good. Who ever it is was still okay. Come on kid, what the hell have you gotten into?
“Where is she now?”
“What do you mean coming to get me?”
The boy was really unsettled. Shooting off questions rapidly. Who’s coming? Shit the boss definitely isn’t going to like this.
“Can you stop her?”
“No, she’s on her way to your lover’s address.”
“She can’t go there. You have to stop her!”
“I can’t I’m only an employee remember? You would have to stop her. Go ahead make the call.”
“I didn’t want to talk with her yet but I guess I have no choice.”
“Yeah that’s how I see it.”
“I’ll give her a call after I’m finish with you. In the mean time meet me in thirty minutes at the usual place.”
“Right.”
Both men ended the call and Akihito appeared really distracted. Whoever this woman is seemed a threat to his boss’s relationship with Akihito.
His target was about to cross the street. He looked back to see how far his partner was and to signal him to come in closer. They couldn’t afford to loose sight of the kid.
Akihito was already on the other side. He had to catch up to him he couldn’t wait any longer and stepped unto the street.
Loud squealing tires alerted people to step back quickly, as a body came flying through the air; landing with a heavy thud that had people screaming in fear.
The young reporter turned, heading back across the street when a black Mercedes pulled up blocking his path. He moved to go around it but stopped when the window was lowered and his name was called out.
“Hello Akihito.”
That voice.
“Get in the car, Akihito…now.”
He looked at that familiar face in surprise, the sighed. He looked up and his gaze traveled across the street. Locking eyes with the second tracker standing next to his fallen partner. The man move to intercept but Akihito shook his head and nod to the man lying on the sidewalk.
“Akihito.”
Without saying anything he bent and entered the car. Leaving Asami’s men behind him.
The tracker knelt beside his partner. The man was seriously hurt but still alive and aware. With obvious pain he passed the recording of Akihito phone call over to him.
He securely deposited the device into his breast pocket before making an emergency called for an ambulance to get help for his fallen partner. Then he immediately placed a second call to his boss.
Within fifteen minutes Asami and his security team blazed into the emergency department of Tokyo General Hospital. He was met by the tracker and informed of what had happened.
The recording was passed to the security team leader who moved the group of men into a small room before played it aloud.
Asami listened carefully to every word. Then re-questioned his tracker about a few key issues regarding Akihito and the car.
With a frightening determination he informed the group. “I played it Akihito’s way and it didn’t work. Now we play it my way. Find my mother and Akihito. Anyone that stupidly stands in your way…eliminated.
“Yes Asami_sama,” his men uttered.
“Good. Now let’s go talk to the tracker maybe he can tell me something more.”
***
Chapter 4
It has been two days since both his mother and Akihito had disappeared and Asami was no closer to finding the two people closest to him.
His men had put the word out on the street but as yet, no one had come forth. He’d even gone so far as to offer up a percentage of his business, to rival families but still nothing.
Something was very wrong and he didn’t need anyone to tell him this. He ran this city and for something of this magnitude to happen, he knew it had to be carefully planned.
But who, which of enemies had the balls to pull something like this off? The Americans…no, they were too busy with the sudden drop of cashflow they were having.
What about the Chinese, he and Liu Fei Long had settled their differences and had come to an applicable agreement.
The Sicilians, could they have done this? Somehow he didn’t think so. They had been doing business together for years and everything had been going the way it should.
The new players were the Colombians, the Russians and the Vietnamese. His instructions to everyone had been, to watch them all very carefully. If any of these groups shit, he wanted to know about it.
Asami placed a call to Suoh Kazumi, his security chief demanding answers.
“Anything new?” he barked into the line.
“Yes, Asami_sama,” and told him in detailed about this new lead they had uncovered.
The Yakuza boss listened intently then suddenly announced; that he would be joining them.
“When will you be leaving?”
“In an hour, Asami_sama.”
“Good, let me know fifteen minutes before you’re ready.”
“Yes Asami_sama.”
His promise to Akihito popped into his thoughts and he brushed it aside. It had become null and void the minute the boy had disappeared, now it was time to do things his way.
For the next thirty minutes the big boss did his work. Reading and signing his name to future contracts; yet still managing to keep an eye on the ivory camera shaped clock on his desk, a present from his Aki this past Christmas.
A sigh passed his lips and he reached for the small clock. He held it in one hand and gently ran his pointer finger of the other hand across its silky surface. It’s as smooth as his Aki skin but not as soft, he thought.
The peeling sound of the telephone ringing on his desk brought him back to awareness. He carefully set the clock back in its place of importance and reached out to stop the annoying sound.
“Asami,” he barked into the receiver.
“We will be leaving in fifteen minutes Asami_sama,” his security chief informed him.
“Good, I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
Asami hung up the phone and opened the bottom left draw of his desk. Carefully lifting out a small black box, he placed it down before him.
He opened the lid and sat staring at the mechanical device. It was still turned on but the quiet beeping sound it once made, as it tracked his Akihito across the city had still.
“Akihito where are you?” Asami asked the small box.
“Did you find my mother, are you with her now and who was that person in the car you got into?”
To many unanswered questions. He was feeling a great sense of disconnection and lost. This box was suppose to prevent that and it had up until now. Wherever Akihito was his signals was being deliberately jammed.
When this is all over, maybe I should think seriously about getting something for my mother too, he thought.
His telephone rang once more.
“Asami.”
“Sir we are ready to leave.”
Surprise his glance strayed to the clock. Fifteen minutes had already passed.
“I’ll be right there.”
He hung up the phone and slid the small box back into place. Reached beneath his jacket and removed his gun; checking to make sure the clip was full, he was two bullets short.
Reaching into the top left draw of his desk he brought out another box, this one plainly marked and carried the small picture of a bullet blazing across the lid.
After refilling his clip, he slid it back into place and put the small box back where he had removed it.
Shit better get a move on. He hurried out the door.
Since the disappearance Asami’s men walk gingerly around their boss. The once calm man was now agitated and less tolerant of any mistakes.
Asami slid into the back of the automobile and two of his bodyguards followed, another sat in the front with the driver.
The car easily pulled away from the corner and merged with the flow of everyday traffic, maneuvering through the cars with a practiced ease, until it pulled up outside a small insignificant building owned by the Vietnamese.
Four men exited the car and entered the building.
A plain brown car followed behind Asami’s, parking about ten meters ahead of him. It’s single occupant watching the events as she spoke into the small cell phone in her hand.
“I’m outside a small building on Lam Street. It’s own by the Vietnamese.”
“Shit…hold on.”
She could hear her contact speaking to someone else ‘That idiot, you go bring him in now’.
‘Yes sir.’
‘Bring him back in one piece. Akihito wouldn’t like you to hurt him too much.’
They were actually going to bring in Asami Ryuuichi. The voice came back on line.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes. When I get there you are to leave immediately. Understood.”
“Yes.”
“Now how many cars did he bring?”
“One,” she told him. “Asami and three of his men went into the building and his driver stayed outside.”
“Good. The black car parked across the street and off to the side. Single person behind the wheel?”
“Yeah, that’s him.”
“Got it. You may go.”
The conversation ended after that and a brown unidentified car pulled away and stop another one hundred meters ahead.
This is a once in a life time chance of seeing the great Asami Ryuuichi get his, she thought and slunk down behind another car and watched the action.
Five cars pulled onto the street within that space of time each car holding a minimum of four men.
Asami’s driver was surrounded and taken away by the first four men. The other fifteen entered the building.
Five minutes later they exited carry a rumpled Asami and all three of his bodyguards. The four men were unconscious.
***
Chapter 5
“Did you have any trouble?”
“A little but nothing I couldn’t handle. Unfortunately he put a good fight and I had to subdue him.”
“You bastard,” the other voice laughed. “Akihito better not be upset over this.”
Asami began to regain conciseness; the throbbing pain in his head was horrendous, everything was so fuzzy it was hard to make out the voices, or understand what they were saying. He forced himself to lie still and not move, just listened.
“Akihito will kick your ass if there is anything too wrong with him.”
“I know that. I only returned a little of the favor he gave to me.”
“You can be a real pain in the ass sometime, you know that. If Akihito wants your head she’ll give it to him on a golden platter.”
“I’m aware of that,” one of the voices replied.
Asami’s curiosity over this new development, over ride his common sense and he slowly opened one eye, carefully checking out his surroundings.
Two men stood at the foot of the bed, where they had placed him on, facing each other as the spoke.
His blurry eyes tried to focus in on their faces, he need to remember for future references in case they should run across each other again. Something he planned to make sure happen very soon.
Blinking several times he desperately tried to clear the fogginess from his brain. He had no choice but to shake some of the fogginess free. The movement alerted the other men in the room and they turned and focus their eyes upon him.
“He’s finally waking up.”
“Don’t state the obvious.”
The movement helped to clear enough of the cobwebs in his head for Asami to recognize one of those voices; his so call new friend, Mikhail Arbartov, Russia’s biggest Mafia boss.
“What’s going on Mikhail?” his voice understandably a little raspier than normal.
“How are you feeling, Asami,” the tall blonde man inquired instead.
He found his body wasn’t tied down and he moved a sluggish hand sweeping it across his face. Good he could move his body. He pulled himself up into a sitting position before speaking.
“Why the hell are you here again, Mikhail. Where is Akihito and my mother?”
“Obviously you’re feeling better if you can lie there glaring and shooting off questions at me,” the Russian informed him.
Asami fixed his stare on both men, frustrated at being thorp by this man and made a promise to himself to never to let it happen again.
He thought they had settled their difference. It should have been a while before they would have had to meet in any capacity.
“Didn’t Akihito warned you to stay put, that he would take care of everything?”
“Akihito does not tell me what to do?” he informed him in a firm voice.
He was beginning to feel more like his regular self. Whatever they had given him was wearing off and his senses were coming back under his control again.
“Don’t fuck with me. Where is my family and…my men?” he threw in.
The tall, gorgeous blonde man blinked at Asami tone. He would not have tolerated it under normal circumstances but this time he was willing to give the other man some leeway, for all he had gone through the pass few days.
“Your family is fine. They should be on their way here now,” he was told. “Your men are all fine too, they’re being treated as well as you are. Now can you stand yet?”
Asami carefully swung his feet to the floor and slowly try to bring his lithe body into a standing position. It wasn’t ready and he tumbled back onto the bed he had just tried to leave.
Both men moved quickly to his side and assist him safely back onto the mattress.
“What the held did your men shoot me with?”
“Sorry about that,” the other man in the room spoke for the very first time, drawing Asami eyes towards him.
The Yakuza boss’s eyes squinted together thoughtfully as he recognized the face. He hadn’t before but he wasn’t paying to much attention to this person.
This was the face of the man who had entered the Vietnamese strong hold behind him. While he and his men were interrogating some of their prisoners, he had come upon Asami and informed him, his boss wanted to speak with him.
The Japanese boss had adamantly refused his offer and a scuffled had occurred, with punches being thrown and he and his men were each injected with something. Then he had woken up here on this damn bed.
“You brought me here?”
“Yes.”
Something about the man’s face kept ringing in the back of his mind. They had met before this, he was sure of it. He fought to remember and then it hit him with total recall.
“We’ve met before this. When Akihito disappeared for over two weeks I found him living with you in that small apartment.”
“Yes.”
Asami remember well. He thought he and Akihito were having an affair and had beaten the man badly; would have gladly dispose of him too if Akihito hadn’t returned and begged for his life.
“Pay back can be sweet can’t it?” the older man said.
A small smile hovered at the corner of his helper’s mouth. “Yes, it can.”
“Let me introduce you,” Mikhail injected. “This is Akihito’s American cousin Jon Roberts. He is his Japanese protector.”
“His Japan…Akihito doesn’t need any more protection. That’s my job,”
Asami stated firmly, he didn’t like what these men were suggesting. He always protected what was his.
“No offence but think carefully about this situation, before you try to dismiss Jon position and place in Akihito life.”
He said nothing, just sat there going over the information he had collected on hand, then he too smirked, tilting his head to Jon. “We’re even now?”
The young man returned the smile with a, “Yes, we’re even. Akihito wouldn’t allow me to do anymore?”
“Think you could do more by yourself?”
“Yes,”
“Enough,” Mikhail injected warningly to both men. “Akihito wouldn’t be happy with either of you if something like that was to happen, now would he?”
“By the way Asami I have a bill for you, and I expected it to be paid, pronto. Your hardheadedness nearly caused a gang war, between your people and the Vietnamese. Who was innocence by the way, luckily none of their men had been killed only severely hurt.”
Mikhail noticed Asami eyes were squinting again but dangerously this time; he refused to stop his scolding, letting the other man know how foolish his actions had really been.
“I paid the compensation they asked for but the apology you still have to supply.”
The older man listened and silently agreed to himself; his behavior of late was not his best, but he would willingly make amends if everything turned out okay in the end. He finally opened his mouth and agreed to their demands.
When the ringing sound of the telephone pealed around the room, it startled all three men as it broke into their private conversation.
Jon reached over and pick up the receiver.
“Yes.”
The other two men waited, quietly listening to the one side that they were able to hear.
“Show them in right away.”
Something else was said but neither man could identify what was said.
“Good, I’ll inform the boss.”
He hung up the telephone and said quietly, “She here.”
The Russian nodded his head in understanding and turned his attention back to Asami.
“You wanted to know what’s going on right? He continued after Asami agreeing nod. “Well all your questions are about to be answered in a few minutes.”
The sound of high heels clicking on the marble tile alerted everyone that she was on her way and was almost to the door.
Mikhail turned to face the closed opening but both Jon and Asami took a deep breath and held it; as a guard, who was posted outside, opened the door.
In walked a beautiful but older woman who carried herself with supreme grace as she took several steps into the room.
On the right of her standing about a pace back was Akihito. His lover was dresses as he had seldom seen him; in a quality three-piece business suit, something he himself would definitely have worn.
Just beside him, looking lovely, as ever in one of those blue double-breasted dresses she favored so much was his mother, alive, unharmed wearing a happy and welcoming smile.
(This Character is from Not Tonight Sweetheart)
File to big had to split it.