Yakuza Tour Guide (18+)

5. Daisuki

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A teenager brings Tatsu's car around for us. He's a huge guy who calls Tatsu "boss." I get in and Tatsu climbs in on the other side. I've never had a "driver" before - unless you count taxi cab drivers - so it feels weird not to introduce myself.

"Hello!"

He doesn't even turn around.

Tatsu slaps him on the shoulder. "Hey, she said hi to you, fool!"

"Eh? Oh, um, sorry miss! Hi, it's a pleasure to, uh, be your driver!"

"Tatsu, be nice to him," I scold, giving him a little play shove. 

Grumbling, Tatsu rolls his eyes, but the driver seems pretty pleased to see me stand up for him. "Fine. Hey, you know how to get there, right

"Yeah, I know where the -"

"Hey! Keep your mouth shut," Tatsu practically hisses through his clenched teeth. "It's a surprise..."

"Oh, got it, boss! Yeah, I know how to get there. Actually, let me put my headphones in before my phone ruins your surprise."

He gives me a big, doofy smile and I laugh. He seems really nice. He also seems like he knows Tatsu. Is he just the driver? It feels like they're closer than that...

"So, what's this big surprise?"

"It wouldn't be a big surprise if I told you, would it?"

"Let me guess... a fancy bar?"

"Nope."

"One of the shrines?"

"This late at night? Try again."

"Hmmm... karaoke?"

"We'll definitely come back to that one, but no."

I sigh and sit back, folding my arms across my chest in "protest." Obviously, the fact he arranged a surprise has me excited and, considering how much we've already done today, I can't imagine what the surprise could possibly be. What could be more surprising than a trip to the Miraikan and a shopping spree?

I feel his arm slide behind me and a powerful hand grip my shoulder. A little sound passes my lips before I can hold it back and he presses me against his side without saying a word. My heart is racing in my chest. My body is bracing for hands touching me, lips kissing me...

The driver has his headphones in. Tatsu could do anything and he wouldn't be the wiser. We could end up getting very frisky back here, which makes me wonder. Do I want to get frisky? This is basically our first date - I don't count dates I don't remember. It doesn't take long to realize that yes, I do. I really, really do.

But Tatsu doesn't try anything. He just holds me there, against his shoulder, which I rest my head on. This is... also nice. Tatsu smells really good and before I know it, I'm starting to feel like I could doze off with his perfect, muscular shoulder as a pillow.

Even late at night, Tokyo is still packed with people out for drinks, leaving the office, meeting up with friends, and so on. Everything is lit under neon signs, street lamps, and the bright light coming out of restaurant and shop windows. I'm pretty proud of myself. Even if it's night, and even if it's only my first full day in Tokyo, I'm pretty sure I recognize the area we're in.

I realize what we're headed in the direction of - but it can't be that. There's no way that he's taking me there because, if he is, then I'm going to get too excited and squeal and I hate it when I do that...

Tokyo Tower draws closer and closer, its bright lights standing out against the darkening Tokyo skyline as the sun sinks behind the buildings. Think of Tokyo Tower as a Japanese replica of the Eiffel Tower. It's a little smaller, but with brighter lights, fresh, clean paint with two observation decks below the needle at the top - the main observation deck and the smaller, "special" observation deck above it. It has literally always been my dream to see Tokyo from the top of Tokyo Tower.

As the cab pulls up, there already seems to be a man in a business suit waiting for us. He approaches just as Tatsu is letting me out and bows to the both of us. "Mr. Masao, greetings! Ah, and this must be your date. She is stunning."