AIR: Hopeful Eyes - Chapter 2/33 - part 1 of 2

[luna_no_koibito]

Title: AIR: Hopeful Eyes.
Tagline: Because like air we are there, you just can't see us ...

Chapters: 2.1/ 33
Author: luna_no_koibito
Dedicated to: My beloved sister neechanwrites .

Muse: The amazing writer of "A Dirty Carnival" minka_g .

Genre: Action, romance, human drama, introspection.
Warnings: cursing, hints to prostitution, sexual language
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Wataru / Tooru
Bands: Girugamesh, 12012, MUCC, Buck-Tick, SiD, Alice Nine., ScReW, D'espairsRay, Nightmare, Lynch.
Disclaimer: The story is mine, for me to share. The bands are not … like they would care.
Comment: This fiction will have a prequel called AIR: Hopeful Eyes, and a sequel called AIR: Vengeful Eyes, thus some things will be dealt in depth, in other occasions. But feel free to ask, there might be something that I might simply not have written clearly, in case there were some misunderstandings.

Summary: Something such as the perfect world, does not exist. Earth will never live in peace, because for it be so, war must exist. Just as countless bad things will continue happening, in order for us to appreciate the few good ones, or unfairness will continue to reign undisputed, in order for us to be willing to fight for righteousness. It is just in the natural balance of things, yet as humans we believe in change, we believe in an eventual final victory of the good over the bad; ideally, as humans we have learned to always hope for the best. In doing so, we should be inspired to actually make the change, and not simply sit, and watch. That being said, the reality of things, is that the majority of us will still find it easier to merely accept whatever injustice or harm, and merely run with the flow, but there do exist, even if only a few, some us, who have decided to make the change, and run their own flow...

AIR.

A/N: The parts of speech written in Blue, are sentences replied by those using sign language, I will of course be indicating, which person is “signing”. Light Magenta will be for conversations that happen through some sort of transmission device (radio, TV, transmitters etc …).

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Chapter 2 part 1



Day. 22nd Heisi year (2010), April 5. Kobe.

8:37 AM. University of Kobe, Advanced Italian Literature Class.

-… io sono morto, sì, già due volte, ma la prima per errore, e la seconda... sentirete - he concluded, composedly closing the novel, while silently taking his sit under the sole clapping of his literature instructor, whereas everyone else either dispassionately rolled their eyes, or acted disinterested. His classmates behavior wasn't anything new, nor about to get old anytime soon, but Hideo hadn't spent his entire weekend, reading, and analyzing the whole novel in order to be admired by his double-faced classmates or praised by his questionable professor.

No.

He wasn't a show-off, and he didn't particularly enjoy being constantly complimented by his professor or hated by the rest of the class, but that was just the way things were. It was the way that it appeared to work in the world of adulthood. Nothing that was obviously right was ever approved of, in the same way that all, which was clearly wrong seemed to be the way to go, and unfortunately, in a worse manner, he was part of such errant flow, even more than the people he felt so much compelled to despise.

-Marvelous interpretation Hideo ...- satisfyingly stated the middle aged man, pushing up his glasses, and suggestively smiling at the short hair brunette, who merely nodded his head, and quickly darted his eyes to coldly stare at a girl in the front of the class, who seemed utterly disgusted at his mere sight - As always, flawless - remarked the professor, while condescendingly looking over the class with an air of clear contempt as he walked back and forth behind his desk -... as always, you were able to capture the essence of the context and transmit it into a perfectly pronounced words, followed with an exemplar rendition - explained the instructor, as he sat at his desk, taking a slow and judgmental view of the rest of the class - care and dedication, that is all that is needed to excel in the class … - concluded the man, as he lowered his head to a book on his desk, and quickly flashed that incredibly innervating smile at the brunette, while absently opening said book

That smile … the smile of those who believed they could do as they please because they just so happened to be a step above anyone around them, his instructor, such as many other men, loved to wear it, and parade it in what they believed subtle but was far from. Anyone could have, and actually did, caught on such an out of place, and in itself rather disconcerting gesture, allowing them to reach the conclusion that such, was the smile most likely belonging to an instructor, whom in plenty an occasion had tried to have his way with the person at whom the grin was addressed to and perhaps, succeeded at it; every time. That smile was the reason why the girl in the front of the class, had turned around and using her mere expression called him a “a rich whore”, just like he was sure the rest of the class thought, but didn't have the guts to say, and it was incredible; … just how wrong on point certain things could be

Explaining to his classmates that he had never been any closer to said professor than what they were in this exact class, was a complete waste of time. He was perfectly aware that said man was only waiting for an occasion to get in his pants, but Hideo wasn't found of staying in the University any second more than any of his classes required him to; he really had no time to be playing adult in their real world.

-You know what will happen once you get inside the Golden Empire of the Rising Sun right? - asked the voice of a tall and lanky chestnut hair-colored, who was coolly leaning on the wall, staring at him through the dresser, where he had just finished tying up his long blond wavy locks, and was now carefully taking off his make up,

-Of course, Yuuto, … they'll give me candy, duh ...- unemotionally replied Hideo, in the cynically cold tone he had been accustomed to addressing the tall man, whom lightly smirked, as he shifted his weight on his feet, as his faced morphed into a more serious stare, or something of the sort, for he couldn't really tell in the darkness of that side of the room, where the lights on the dresser didn't reach

-Blow-jobs, dry-humps, and naked lap dances will not cut it ….- explained Yuuto, in a plain and nothing but serious tone -They'll fuck you hard, mercilessly, and for all your worth, which is- kept on the chestnut hair-colored man, but was sharply interrupted by the younger

-Twenty thousand, and seventy yen point … five two … eight- slowly and clearly replied the Hideo, balling and launching the cotton ball he'd just finished using to clear his face, after which he reached a black short haired wig, and carefully wore it, making sure to cover any trace of his blond hair, while the elder released an lightly irritated laughter, as he lift off the wall, and firmly stood on his two feet, with both his hand deep down int the pockets of his black jeans

-I will not allow you to prost- Yuuto sternly snapped, but wasn't allowed to conclude his sentence, as the now short haired brunette swiftly turned towards him and harshly interrupted him

-You … are not allowing me? - calmly inquired Hideo, heavy traces of skepticism leaking from each of the just uttered words - last time I checked, you are the one being paid by me …- he quickly clarified, as he turned around, and absently fixed his gaze on his own reflection in the dresser's mirror -... what did you find out? … - he then inquired focusing his gaze on Yuuto from the taller's reflection on the mirror

-... The place, like any other, is obviously part of the yakuza, and as usual, the yakuza itself, the rich and the famous, love to spend their time with lovely looking young men ...- dejectedly replied the elder, whose head was now lowered and slightly turned to the side, as he dropped back on the wall behind himself

-tell me something a five year old doesn't know ...- quickly requested the younger in visible irritation -... tell me what I need to know Yuuto - he then added, in a calmer tone. The taller man remained silent, both hands still in his pockets, his face still revolved away from the younger, who was intently staring at him from the mirror

-The number one host … I believe his one of them ...- finally replied the taller in a low deep tone, in which Hidet\o could pick up a noticeable reluctance to give away any more information, even though that was exactly what he was paying the elder for; investigate and refer

-Name … - crisply requested the fake brunette, at which the elder remind silent, as he slowly revolved his face towards him

-I have the situation under control you, don't need to go any furt- calmly tried to explain the elder, but was newly interjected

-Name Yuuto! - lividly demanded Hideo, sharply turning around to stare at the elder, whose features were now the blatant depiction of unwillingness

-... Aki … - lowly stated the elder -... he's name is Aki … and you will stay away from him, the Gold Empire … just stay out of it Hideo … - calmly requested Yuuto, getting off the wall, as he firmly observed the younger

-What? … - immediately smirked the younger in complete skepticism -... are we going to have a repeat of this conversation? … again- he irately observed, while angrily hissing the last word, as the taller visibly gritted his teeth, seemingly trying to keep himself from saying anything, as he newly lowered his head while turning it to the side, and aggravatingly replacing his body on the wall behind -... I am going to class now … - Hideo announced, getting up from his stool, as he finished buttoning up his shirt, while walking towards the entrance of the room. After grabbing his jacket, which was on a hook by the door he stopped right in front of Yuuto, who was leaned on the wall beside the entrance -I'm going in tomorrow ...- he firmly clarified, while not looking at the elder -... do as you please - he then lowly concluded, receiving no reply form the chestnut-color haired man, as he calmly exited the room.

As he replayed the events of the early morning, his brain kept repeating the name he'd acquired from Yuuto, and his heart began to beat in fervid anticipation for the following day. Finally, a good three years later, they were getting somewhere. The real real world, was an even nastier place from the facade he had to live and force himself to fit in, all in order to reach his one and only scope in life; revenge. In order to attain said goal, he needed power, and being the best in his political science faculty was one of the steps. The fact that he was the son of a famous actress, hindered him to no limit, among his peers and elders, whom would consistently prejudge him, and make thing incredibly harder. Yet again, he didn't mind, about what anyone else thought, or about the hardship he had to undertake, for he just so happened to possess the brain capability, and thus would always end up proving anyone who went against him wrong. He also really didn't mind his mother's fame in the least, for it had made it easy for him to access dressing rooms, and allow him to disguise himself, and proceed in the other steps needed towards his goal. Student by day, the first in his department, and semi-prostitute by night, rapidly gaining fame among the people in those high places thanks to his performance, which gave him the money he needed.

Two, zero, zero, seven, zero, five, two, eight. Those digits, in that exact order, were the only digits he would charge people for his service. He started with two thousand and seven yen point zero five two eight, and so on incremented, requiring checks from his customers, whom obviously couldn't have the exact amount, for he wouldn't accept any rounding off, or any other sum even if greater. It had to be that amount, it had to be those digits, which were the only thing that kept him focused and reminding him every night, the reason why he was lowering himself to the level of scum he so much despised.

-... and chapter 25 of the auxiliary text, quiz next week- announced the instructor after which students began to leave their desk and head towards the exit of the room.

-Yamaguchi-kun … - suddenly and hesitantly called a gentle voice, during Hideo's attempted to speedily walk out the school and towards the old public library where he was apt to study everyday. Reluctantly stopping, he took a second or so to make sure he didn't look irritated, and turned around towards the direction of the voice - … ano … hai … ano … my name is Tanaka Rui … and I was wondering … if ...- insecurely began the honey blond, and suddenly stopped, most likely discouraged by the blank expression on Hideo, whom quickly produced a lightly smirk, turning his head to the side, and newly towards the young man, trying to seem as smug as possible

-Do you need help with the class? ...- calmly inquired Hideo, as he observed his obviously classmate slowly and embarrassingly nod his head in agreement, as the short haired brunette merely sighed -... I am going to the library at the moment … feel free to come along, I'll do my best to help - he then stated, regretting every single word he'd just reluctantly state. He needed his peace and quietness to study, for he was busy during nights. However he had no true reason to refuse the offer, and he figured that socializing would have been a good point in his curriculum -... but we need to hurry I am a little tight on schedule - he then continued, this time as well displaying a gentle smile, which was replied by the other with a firm nods and a visibly relived expression.

-Arigatou gozaimsu Yamaguchi-kun! - gratefully exclaimed the honey blond, bowing at the turning figure of Hideo, who resumed his walk towards the exit, after having lightly replied with a nod and another smile.

So far, out of all the hassle and shit he had been through, he could positively affirm that the hardest thing he had to do, wasn't having to study a whole book in a night, or having some random person's cock in his mouth; but it was smiling. He hated the gesture, and all the various associated meanings behind it, for the original and only reason why he would have carelessly smiled for, had been taken away from him on 2007 May 28th; … two, zero, zero, seven, zero, five, two, eight.

Since that day, he really had no reason to smile at all.

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Day. 22nd Heisi year (2010), April 5. Kobe.

9:00 AM. Miyawaki Household.

Today is probably the most beautiful day we had in this spring season, ne~? There is not a trace of clouds, and the sun is shining so high! It feels so warm after all that untypical snow, ne~? Plus when I came in this morning, there was this amazing breeze, made me feel like in an exotic paradise or something, ne~? All in all we could really say that all of this is quite priceless, n-

Bullshit.

There existed not a single thing in this world that could be defined as priceless, even that “amazing breeze” had a price that the radio-show host, and every other human being was constantly paying, but simply didn't realize. As for the the sun, it might have indeed been shining to its fucking brightest, but Wataru wouldn't have been able to witness such 'delightful' scene, for as he effortlessly pressed a button on his remote control in order to shut up the quite expensive and, at the moment, insultingly ignorant radio-alarm, all that his unimpressed gaze could observe in front of himself were two thick crimson curtains, which were covering without a fail the sight of his majestic window, with it, any sign of sunshine, and the supposed “beautiful morning”.

Like he shitting cared anyways. All that really mattered to him, and to this hypocritical world that kept shamelessly denying it, was money. Fuck peace in the world, fuck the environment, and children starving in the world; … how did people think all this shitting problems where solved?

Money was the answer to all the problems of the world, and it was one of the only three reasons why he'd wake up every morning, and force himself to witness a new “beautiful morning”. Money was the main motor of his life as he knew it, and could ever remember it being, “Time is most certainly money ...” always used to say his old man, a self-made prominent business man “... and in the time you wasted in stating such stupidly obvious notion, you've lost tons of it” he'd conclude, and that, was a typical example of the way his conversations, and relationship in general, with his family would be carried on, or what he'd had to deal with growing up every second of his sickeningly rich life. Money, money, money, nothing but good-old never-dying money, as well as all the little unwanted gifts that the treasured piece of paper, or singularly weightless coin, usually brought with itself, such as senseless competition, mistrust, endless desire, death treats and so on.

However, no matter how greedy and selfish a man his father actually had happened to be, he had taken the time to teach him how to deal with all of those “unwanted gifts”, and he'd also trained him in the meticulous art of “Making business without a failure...”, which basically consisted in making sure to always be the one who ran shit, and didn't take it. His father was definitely no humanitarian, and aside from his wife and Wataru, who was his only child, he had no sympathy for anyone, no matter how poor or misfortune in their lives, for he'd once come from a very hopeless situation as well, and he'd made it, with sheer hard work, and never lowering himself to the point of having to pursue illegal methods. He made his fortune in a honest way, and that, was his and his father only little big difference.

Wataru had indeed been thought how to deal with situations the proper way, which knowing very well the reality of the world they lived in, he still couldn't quite understand, how doing things 'the right way' seemed to have worked perfectly for his father, and the immense fortune he was at moment the heir, and administrator of. Nonetheless, just as quick as he learned that doing business the right way, would give result, he as quickly learned that illicit business gave quicker, and greater result; which was all he needed. Thus, along side with the massive chain of stores spread around great part of Japan, he 'meticulously' flourished the biggest and main drug traffic in the whole Kansai area, which hadn't been able to sit to well with his father, five years ago, when he'd accidentally found out about his main profit bringer. The shock of seeing his whole life worth of honest work, dirtied with illegal profit, had been so grand, to the point of generating a sudden heart attack, while he was feverishly venting his anger, frustration, and disappointment at a careless, expressionless and silently observing Wataru, whom sitting at the same chair where once he'd observed his father sit and conduct business every day ... merely watched as the elder man collapsed right in front of him. “Sympathy is for the weak!” used to say his father; and it had been his greatest mistake to have raised and been sympathetic of such a son.

After the death of his father, things still seemed to fall right in place, for having his old man die of heart attack, had been in many ways rather fortuitous, for once the Japanese world of business had accepted the natural cause of death without any qualms, second, his drug-business was still well covered and ever-flourishing. Thirdly, and probably most important,Yuusuke had been spared another blood shading, for without any doubt, the tall and perennially sun-glass wearing brunette, would have had to 'take care' of getting rid of his father, as he stood next to Wataru on that day, like he usually did anyways, being the blond's bodyguard..

Yuusuke, whom was his cousin from his mother's side, was the only person that Wataru had, and chose to ever trust. The taller brunette had been his bodyguard ever since he'd officially entered the world of business, but had already made it a habit of protecting the blond since they were mere kids playing together in the 'family park' along side only family member's kids. Even though “Trust nobody, not even yourself ...” was one of the most important lessons his old man had shared with him, the way Wataru saw it, was that Yuusuke had many an occasion to easily get rid of him, but hadn't even tried in the past twenty-nine years of his short life, and hadn't shown any signs of wanting to get rid of him any time soon. “... Take risks...” used to say his old man, and as for now, his trust in Yuusuke was most certainly one big risk, but among the risks he'd taken that somehow dealt with the safety of his own life; Yuusuke wasn't the biggest.

His biggest risk, or life-threat, as he was supposed to truly consider it, was ironically enough, also the second and only reason why he'd eagerly wake up every morning. The reason why, as of routine, he was now calmly getting off his bed, and walking in his stark nakedness, towards the direction in which the sound of splashing water was, like he had instructed it should every morning, politely inviting him over. Reaching the bathroom door, he nonchalantly walked in, and gently closed it behind himself, as he then leaned on it, while contentedly staring in front of himself and through the crystal clear shower tub door where a brunette was absently taking a shower. Wataru had purposely instructed for said majestic shower-tub to have been constructed in such a way that everything could clearly be seen, for he loved the sight of that body standing there in front of himself; it was breath-taking. Its frailty, it's light tone, its curves, it was quite similar to the one of a woman when at time he'd forget that Tooru, the young owner of said body, was most certainly a boy and currently held the title of; his biggest risk and most valuable possession.

As any legally improper and carelessly wealthy businessman, Wataru had formed the habit of frequenting high class and secretive 'entertainment places', which usually consisted of young and beautiful women, or men, whom 'elegantly prostituted' themselves for the rich and famous. Said young “entertainers” were either there by their own volition, because had no other way of making a living, or were high class prostitutes property of the Kansai's yakuza, young girls and boys, whom happened to be cursed with the gift of being good-looking and were either homeless and randomly kidnapped, or happened to be the payment-exchange for the debt their own families couldn't take care of with the Yakuza. The Golden Empire of the Raising Sun, which was the main entertainment place in Kobe, and the only place Wataru would go to, had a mixture of both types of prostitutes, and Tooru was a property of the yakuza.

-Good morning ...- coolly stated Wataru, as he calmly began to walk towards the shower, where the young brunette mainly stood silent and unmoving, allowing the water to rush down his perfect body, and dead looking facial features -... Mmm … so I am not going to be greeted this morning? How untypical … - he kept speaking, almost as if he were talking to himself, given that the brunette didn't seem to even want to acknowledge his presence, as the blond, opened the door of the shower-tub, and turned off the tap of the running water -... still mad at me? … - he smugly inquired, entering said shower, and gently dragging himself, and Tooru all the way to the back of the shower's white ceramic wall, after which he gently held the younger's chin and raised it in order to allow his unwilling gaze to stare at him -... I told I'd buy you a better pendant, right? ….- he confidently whispered as he delicately stamped his lips on the seemingly lifeless one's of the brunette, whom merely stared back at him, completely ignoring him, which, the brunette was by now perhaps very aware, of just how how much the blond hated to be. Tooru was also most likely well aware that even though Waturu didn't show it, he was internally boiling up in rage for the younger's lack of reaction, to the point where he felt the urge of hitting the hell out of him, but they both also very well knew, that Wataru couldn't lay a single finger on him; unless he decided he didn't care about his dear life any longer.

Buying a human life was a rather frequent and normal process in the lowlife world, and usually the owner was allowed to do as he pleased with his “merchandise”, but Tooru was different.

-So … here is the man, who was bold enough to want to “buy” Tooru … - loudly smirked Yamaka Nii, the long haired brunette owner of the Golden Empire, from the comfort of his expensive looking armchair in his office-room while pointing at Wataru , who was firmly and silently standing in front of him, and another tall orange-blond being, whom out of the pair, he was, unfortunately, way too familiar with and was the one whom at the moment, innervating him the most, Mao, the right hand of the Kansai oyabun, Minato Reo; like seeing him once every two months, for the past four years, wasn't been innervating enough.

-I will pay any sum of money ...- confidently spoke Wataru, fixing his eyes on Nii, whom was the one he thought he was making business with, which was why he didn't understand the presence of Mao in such a trivial matter as buying a prostitute

-Well you see my most honorable Miyawaki-san … money is not the issue at the moment - replied Nii in a contentedly calm way, while flashing a courteously teasing smile at the blond, whose expression hadn't seem to be affected, but whose palm was beginning to feel a bit humid, as the presence of Mao started grow stronger and stronger, once his only weapon, money, had suddenly been ruled out of the trait - … you see … - resumed the long haired brunette, gracefully jumping out of his chair, and directing himself behind Wataru's back, whom felt completely uneasy, and almost naked without Yuusuke, whom hadn't been allowed to follow in -... the fact is that our dear gentlemen over there …really doesn't think you can afford Tooru … - lowly explained the owner, as he leaned his head closer to the blond ear, who was now cautiously staring at Mao, whom was standing around the armchair area, his head lowered and his arms calmly folded in his chest, looking completely unfazed by the entire situation.

-As … I said … I will bring forth any some of money … - cautiously repeated Wataru, who lightly jolted, as he felt Nii's hands drop on his shoulder, in an “endearing gesture” -... I will not leave this place with him - he then added with a bit more confidence, trying t o cover the momentary weakness he had allowed to perspire in his jolting action, thought there really wasn't any need to act bad-ass in front of the yakuza; no need at all. Following his daring sentence, Mao's gaze quickly revolved in the blond precise direction, whom was already regretting having said anything at all in the first place. Does eyes kept trained on Wataru's now petrified body, they seemed deep in thought, almost contemplating possibilities, and after a good five never-ending minutes, the orange-blond, took a few steps forward stopping right in front of Wataru, whose shoulders had now been released from Nii's grip

-The reason why Tooru is valued the way it is and will not be any of your concern ...- coldly began Mao -... on top of what Yamaka-san will require you to pay, for the loss of an 'employee', being Tooru still a property of the Minato family, you'll also have to pay us the relative amount ...- he explained, all the time keep his unwavering gaze on Wataru's terrified own

-which … would be? … - slowly asked Wataru, still maintaining that firmness in his tone, that his eyes had completely lost for quite a while now

-Your life, Miyawaki-san ...- simply and dryly replied Mao, as Wataru's eyes blinked for a quick second to avoid widening in fear -... if anything were to ever befell Tooru, you shall bear the consequences, and I will be personally responsible as to ... 'carry out' said consequences - concluded Mao, walking back to his previous post, allowing the blond to lightly breath out, as he wondered why everything inside him was now wanting Tooru even more

-... deal - he then blurted out, making the orange-blond stop in his tracks and slightly nudge his head to the side

-Is that so? … - Interjected Nii, walking himself back to this arm char, and unceremoniously dropping on it, with on leg over one of the armrests, interestingly staring back at Wataru with the most mocking of smirks the blond had ever witnessed

-I will … pay with my life, if anything were to ever happen to Tooru- carefully reinforced Wataru as if weighing each single word as he got ready to hand his life to the yakuza; for a prostitute.

-Well Mao … I say we have a deal, what do you say? - smiling inquired Nii, looking up at Mao, whom in the meanwhile, had straighten up his head, while still backing Wataru

-As he pleases … he knows the deal ...- concluded Mao, after which, walking towards a door on the his right side, he exited the room without any other words or concerns

-I love you … you should know that by now ...- whispered Wataru on the young brunette's neck, as he proceeded in slowly and carefully passing his right hand over very inch of Tooru's body, as if to verify that no damage had been done to his property, while rejoicing in the feeling that he'd receive every time he did so -... how do you think I should feel, knowing that you were about to runway with someone else? ...- he rhetorically inquired, slowly lowering himself on Tooru's wet body, while placing random butterfly kisses. He really had promised himself never to fall in love with anyone, for that would have mean he would eventually have to spend money on someone else other than himself. Yet, even though it could have been merely the fact that at the moment Tooru was worth his own life, he couldn't see himself being without the younger, even though he was completely sure, that he'd never be loved in return, it didn't matter, because at the end of the day, in his bed was where Tooru would wake up every morning.

Stopping right on the younger's hips, Wataru then raised to his feet, and after giving a last look at Tooru's absent expression, he then turned around and walked out of the shower -I expect to see you smiling and acting as usual when I get back later today ...- he then firmly informed before laving the bathroom; he couldn't touch him, but he had other way of getting what he needed form Tooru anyways.

Thus, grabbing his crimson red rob, he quickly wore it, and stepped out of his room, where Yuusuke was standing, next to Tomoyuki

-Where is Hiroaki? ...- snappishly inquired Wataru, noticing the absence of Tooru's second bodyguard, whom he had personally picked to make sure that the brunette would always be “safe”, and whom he both needed at the moment, to prevent any likely suicidal attempt, like at this very moment.

-Went to call for Aki ...- quickly replied Tomoyuki

-Anyone else could have been sent for such a thing! - annoyingly exclaimed Wataru, whom was beginning to lose his composure -... the reason why I have the both of you is to keep an eye on Tooru, and there is no way he can do it being miles away form him, is it now?!- angrily inquired Wataru, frustratingly passing his hand through his damp blond locks, after which he heavily sighed -... get inside and make sure nothing happens to him - he then ordered - and I am yet to be addressed as to how, he even find the time to go looking for another man, I want a detail explanation … but that can wait until later now go- he irritatedly informed, and order

-Hai! - promptly replied Tomouki, as he readily entered the room

Having, once again, a suicidal Tooru, was really the last thing he needed at the moment, for despite the way things were looking in his life at the moment, it seemed that his old man found a way to find 'karma' and have the bitch bite him right back in the ass anyway, because even though he currently was indisputably one of the most illustrious businessman in Japan, and even though his illegal dealings had yet to be uncovered, somewhere along the way; he'd found himself being the one taking shit. And “taking shit” was the last and third reason why he'd reluctantly wake up every morning.

He was being controlled by a man, named Sakatsu, part of a nameless terroristic organization, who had found a very convincing way to trap him, and the yakuza in Kobe together, and make them work for him. Reason why along side with Yuusuke, he'd have to meet with Mao, and Minato Reo once every two months, for the past four years, and update the state of the one job they had been assigned to perform from said organization. He hated his present situation, with every fiber in his being. He couldn't stand having to be bossed around, just as much as he couldn't stand the fact that it in four fucking long years of research neither himself or Minato Reo had been able to find what the fucking organization had been wanting, which was the only way to finally free themselves from their fucking control.

-Well how are you this morning? ...- coolly inquired Yuusuke following Wataru down the corridor of his mansion -... today is quite the … beautiful day- he concluded with a light cynical smirk, which was very apt of Yuusuke himself

-I want the host of that radio show out of this fucking planet ...- readily replied Wataru, as they descended the ramp of stair to the first floor

-How about changing channel? … - proposed Yuusuke with a feign tone of incredulity and shock, as they entered the kitchen, where breakfast had been served for Wataru and Tooru

-That would be a waste of time, on my behalf, and time is money …- promptly replied the blond, loudly sighing as he sat at the table, while grabbing the laid news paper, and turning its pages straight to the business column

-... which you have lost tons off, by stating such “stupidly obvious” sentences as of now- lightly chuckled Yuusuke with a low ironic tone, stopping to stand right besides Wataru, who merely replied with a sarcastic chuckle of his, while also noticing that his stocks had fallen of quite a bit the previous evening, making him harshly throw the newspaper to the ground

-Fucking old man … - hissed Wataru, while diving into his breakfast -... hope his having a fucking “beautiful day” laughing at my fucking ass wherever he is-

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A/N:

Hello there, guess who's back LOL. Well I won't waste too much time in making observations at the end of first part, because I will save them for the end of each actual chapter, and because I have a lot of writing to do as well HEHEHE, but I will though say one thing.

These first few chapters, will basically serve to introduce the main 14 characters through which the part of this series will be told (given that there is a prequel and a sequel). So far we've met Satoshi, Tooru, Kazuki, Hideo (Jin form Screw), and now Wataru, so lets move on, and keep revealing the characters of this story, and with it, piece and bits of the mystery … (^_^ ! )b.