Alternate Reality - 1 Either i am being productive...or I am not sleeping...hahahah Title:Alternate Reality Fandom: Viewfinder Pairing: The usual Rating: er...clean Warning: kinda AU-ish Summary:Asami finds out some shocking truth about Takaba. What if all is not what it seems to be? Headache Asami looked at the younger man that was sitting in front of him smiling he felt a headache coming up. At that point he decided that it was time to re-evaluate Takaba again, because of some new information that he had came to know. Takaba was a deep one; he didn?t know why he was so blind not to see it sooner. ?Adroit? an underground group that specialized in the information trade, a group of expert hackers whom little knew about their identity. Occasionally, they would help set up secure meetings or provide private escorts. However those instants were rare as they would sell information indiscriminately to anyone as long as they are willing to pay the price. And sometimes the payment is not cash. It all started when the top executives of a group that opposed Asami were killed off in a meeting. As the underlings went into panic, the group?s top secret documents that contained all its underground transaction landed in the hands? of the police, and the remains of the gang were taken out in one clean sweep. To outsiders, it looked like the doings of Asami, but the people in the underground circuit knew better. It was the work of the Adroit. The problem was Asami never sought out for their helped, as he believed that he did not need it. What he wanted to know was why they were doing him this favour, and what their ultimate aim was. Afterall it was dangerous to be indebt to people like them. One thing led to another, and Asami found himself sitting in front of Yatoshi Shou, one of the known associates of Adroit, in some sense their underworld contact. The man himself was the adopted child of the Yatoshi family, a well established traditional yakuza family, which protected him from any attack by Adroit?s enemies. Although he did not have much obligation towards the family, it was rumoured that he was the lover of the current head Yatoshi Hideo, his older brother. It was not like Asami didn?t want to meet the man as he had already initiated one but he simply came at the wrong time. He was currently having dinner with Takaba, who just flew back from Italy five hours ago from a photography job. ?Hello, Asami-san.? He came over when Takaba excused himself to use the washroom. Not recognizing the voice, Asami squint his eyes in the dark restaurant lighting before he could place a name to the voice. ?Yatoshi-san.? Asami returned the greetings crisply, as the man invited himself to table and sat on where Takaba was sitting previously. Alarm bells begin to ring in Asami?s table. After the incident with Feilong, Asami was not inclined to involve the photographer with any of his work anymore, and having a man of such influence meet him was not what Asami thinks as ideal. ?Shou, if you please. Yatoshi-san is what they call my brother. I heard that you were looking for me.? The man continued, making himself comfortable as he picked up the wine glass that Takaba was using and started to swirl the red liquid it contained. ?Yes, I was. But now is not the best time.? Asami replied as coolly as possible, sneaking a glance at the direction of the washroom to make sure Takaba was not returning. ?Oh really?? Yatoshi?s eyes followed Asami?s gaze, and spotted a brunette heading their way. He took a sip from the wine glass, the liquid was bitter with a fruity after taste. ?Then state your intent, I would see if I can arrange another meeting then. Although I do not think it is necessary.? His gaze returned to Asami, noticing the slight twitch above his right eye, his grin widens. ?I want some answers. For example, why did you did out the Matsumoto group?? Yatoshi?s smile widened even more, like he had expected Asami to ask that. ?That you would have to ask our leader personally.? Yatoshi took another look. The brunette he spotted was now three tables away from reaching them, he could tell that Asami was in a hurry to end the conversation. ?How?? Asami snapped, he too noticed that Takaba was returning. ?Funny you should ask that Asami-san, because you had already known him for years. Hello A ? ki ? hi - to.? He turned and faced the photographer as he reached the table, dragging each syllabus of his given name out. ?Hello my ass! Get out my seat and stop stealing my food Shou.? Takaba replied a similar smile mirrored on his face as he took a friendly swipe at the man. At that, Yatoshi shifted himself to the away from the seat, taking a chair from an empty booth to sit with the couple. Signalling the waiter to bring his food and over to this table instead, he resume his conservation with Takaba. ?So how was Italy?? he asks, as he begins to cut the sizzling steak that was just served. ?Lovely.? Takaba replied, fork extending to Yatoshi?s plate to steal a piece of the medium rare steak away. ?It would have been better if I didn?t have to carry 10kg of equipment with me everywhere I went and models around me going, ?Takaba-san, do I look good in this outfit??? To say he was shock was an understatement. Asami was beyond shock to see his lover acting like old friends with the yakuza. Lost for the moment, Asami cleared his throat rather audibly to get the other two?s attention. It worked like a charmed, as the pair turned giving him their fullest attention. As he was about to open his mouth to speak, Yatoshi interrupted, ?Akihito,? he voice dropped down low. ?He wants to know why you took out the Matsumoto group.? Asami was speechless when he heard that, the implications were there and they were too unbelievable for him. Takaba turned and face Asami, a grin forming on his cherry lips, the way the lips twist were nothing Asami had seen before. It gave an aura of confidence and cruelty, which he never felt Takaba had before. ?Well, it was a thank you gift, for the year of great sex.? The older man was having trouble digesting this new information that was passing through his brain when a choking sound caught his attention. Turning to face the younger pair, he saw Takaba patting Yatoshi?s back as he coughed, face turning into a violent shade of red. ?Too much information, Akihito.? He said. Thankfully the rest of dinner passed in relatively silence as the older yakuza was left to his thoughts as he mechanically fed himself. Yatoshi left immediately after dinner, although Asami had a feeling that he would have stayed longer if the older Yatoshi did not call. Despite the early departure of Shou, Takaba still did not say a word to Asami, sneaking glances at the man so very often to see if there was any change in Asami?s stoic expression. The situation did not improve on the car trip back to the apartment. As the limo drove on, Takaba who took his accustomed seat opposite Asami started to doze off like nothing every happened tonight. Asami took a closer look at the sleeping face of the younger man; he still had the same angelic feel he always had when he was asleep. All in all he was still the Takaba he knew, on the surface. However it bugged him that he did not know how much Takaba showed to him was real and what was fabrication together with the personality he had grown comfortable with. Asami shook Takaba awake and led the half dazed brunette back into the apartment. The yakuza started to undress loosen his tie and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt, ?Are you angry at me?? Takaba asked all of a sudden, approaching the man. ?Are you going to kill me when I turn my back against you?? Takaba asked again, his voice raised slightly, hand reaching into Asami jacket and the holster concealed underneath. ?Then, why don't you shoot me now?? he continued, placing the gun in Asami?s hand and releasing the safety holding the nozzle to his chest. The yakuza felt his mouth going dry, he could see in Takaba?s eyes some sort of quiet desperation, that was seldom present but there was no fear. He fingers tighten around the familiar grip of his gun, his index finger rested lightly on the trigger.
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