When The Devil Fall In Love (Finder No Hyouteki FF)

Chapter 11: The Truth

Akihito was surprised he was able to sleep. The events of the night before that he was trying so hard to process and believe was still on his mind, too shocking and ambiguous, he might just pass it as a dream if not for the text from Mr. Narumiya. The magazine decided to use all of the photos they both have taken.

Proof that he was there at the event, that he met Feilong and had a chat with him, together with Mikhail and Asami. The things they said that blow like explosives on his brain, rendering him confused and left with so many questions, buried scars being dug up, memories trampled, but most of all, a chance for him to know the answers to those questions. It's like frying his brain with so many information.

If it was just anybody else, they would be crying in frustration by now or worst. Akihito, on the other hand was not crying, but he was very frustrated to the core. Even the long sleep didn't help him, he still felt heavy from his chest and a bit lightheaded that it was already maddening. His body did rest but he cannot say the same with his brain. No nightmares with Asami beside him, it's close to not happening at all. He noticed this before, after they talked about his stalker he had bad dreams, but when he stayed at the penthouse there's nothing. Asami's presence chased them all away and he didn't want to make anything out of it.

The man was nowhere to be found when he got up, almost late that afternoon, -- a notion that he's not sure if he was disappointed or glad, now that he got time to collect and organized his thoughts-- probably still having a meeting with his guests. Or more likely attending to his business, he remembers him mumbling about security and stuff before he went to bed last night. He decided to take a shower and washed away the anxiety creeping in. Being in Asami's domain really did him good with his frantic thoughts, he still felt like nothing will ever get to him.

Despite knowing Asami not that long, he's scary comfortable with the man. Even sharing his little dark secret that nobody else knew even his closest friends, showing his vulnerability and wanting more in return. Yeah, that's scary. When did he start thinking that way? Isn't he supposed to be alright with what they have right now? Expectations will just bring him pain, he knew that but he can't stop to have a little hope. Funny that he was okay trusting Asami not completely but he was getting there as they progress.

Akihito didn't really want to do with anything about the underworld, threatened or not. He's not a saint, and he's not one to condemn Asami for what he was doing on the surface and underneath. He was not even exactly sure of what kind of dealings are there to begin with, except that it was shady as hell. And he didn't plan on knowing either not because he's not curious, but he was afraid knowing and seeing Asami differently. Although the man is not exactly hiding it from him. Probably waiting for him to actually begin the questioning or running away. Either way, Asami will surely have something up his sleeves to counter that.

Asami didn't really looked like the typical yakuza, he didn't even gave off that vibe except for his aura that he associate of him as having a lot of money that he might be somehow felt he was invincible. Maybe Akihito watched a lot of movies depicting yakuza as a mean looking men, ugly as hell, tattoos all over the body, gold for a teeth, baseball bats since it's not really easy to carry a gun around the country, which Asami and his colleagues seemed not really having a problem with. Is Japan really that lacking?

Asami might not have any tattoos of his crest or some sort, but he was still oozing with danger, especially when he was in business mode. That screams being on the dark side. He sure hell guess that he's not like that with his regular client, remembering their first meeting, he has that cool mask that was only for show.

He only saw a glimpse but it was already etched on his memory. That stone cold expression, the cold, dark and lethat look on his eyes. It was frightening really, even if it was not directed towards him. The look that will make any lesser man shivering and frightened, or killed anyone with a faint of heart.