Kengan Ashura Imagines

Snow On the Beach

Takayama Minoru x Reader

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Takayama Minoru was a man that no one expected to fall in love with.

He was an enigma, devoting his whole life to the servitude of Metsudo Katahara. All anyone knew was that he was a brutal man with a short temper, something which people easily upset.

Therefore, there was no good reason for you to go and fall in love with him.

Sure, when you first saw him at an official Kengan company meeting he was tall, broad, handsome, and exactly your type, but he was a bodyguard. He was a bodyguard to Metsudo Katahara, the man who ran the Kengan Association, an association in which you had earned almost a total of a billion dollars of revenue in.

You had made a lot of profit as a CEO in the Kengan matches, but never enough at once to put you in the top companies. Your overall profit exceeded the joining fee and easily paid back any money or property you lost in the fights. The Association had been nothing but kind to you, but you still liked to stay under the radar. You were obnoxiously competitive and liked to drink, just like the rest of the business heads, but that is where you stopped. You didn't bank all of your funds on one fighter you trusted, often circling them in and out so as to stay fluid and unexpected.

No one thought much of you, and you liked it that way.

The first time you saw Takayama alone was on a visit to the offices of Katahara.

The old man had a soft spot for you, mostly because you were the most kind of the female CEOs, though he would never say it out loud. Plus, you were raking in profits more steadily than Yoshitake himself was.  So, you stepped out of your valet and entered the glass doors of the Dainippon Bank headquarters.

You didn't even have to be checked in to the front desk, Katahara's trusty right-hand man stood waiting for you in the grand lobby.

"He's been expecting you. Follow me." You thanked Takayama and smiled politely, trying to match his abnormally fast pace to the elevators.

He handled getting the doors for you and clicking the right buttons even though you'd been there a thousand times before, just not with him as your escort.

"Mr. Katahara must have something important to discuss with me today if he sent you down." You lightly laughed and leaned against the back of the elevator. 

Takayama didn't respond.

"Well, I hope it's not too nerve-wracking. You think after 20 years in the business I would be better at financial negotiations, but apparently not." No reaction. You couldn't recall ever seeing anyone ignoring someone as blatantly as Takayama did to you. 

"Good talk."

"Excuse me?" Your head snapped to his snappy voice and you didn't cower back. "It was a joke. You didn't exactly respond to me."

"There was no reason to."

"How about basic human decency?" Your voice cut through the tension in the elevator and you watched as it hit level 40. If you could keep him from completely snapping for twelve more floors you would be fine.

Takayama looked taken aback at your answer.

"We have nothing in common."

"You're telling me that you talk to me for 30 seconds and tell me we have no shared interests because of the small talk I tried to initiate?"

"Precisely." If Takayama wasn't the only other person in the elevator, you would have sworn he wasn't talking. His face didn't move an inch under his mask as he spoke. He showed no other facial expressions either.

The elevator dinged and you hesitated to step out. As you stepped out, you turned around and addressed him one last time.

"I'm in the hotel business, asshole."

"You hated me!"

"I did not hate you." Takayama sighed as you retold the story of your first meeting, watching as you dodged boxes sitting in the new, empty home. "You hated me. If I weren't a woman you would've hit me."

"I do not discriminate who I attack by gender." In frustration, you sighed and threw your arms up in the air, the little spat not going how you planned.  "You do. And you hated me."

"If I hated you Mr. Katahara wouldn't have called me into his office after you left and given me your phone number and home address." Takayama gently sat down on the couch you had brought from your last home, refusing to leave it behind even if it was laughably too small for your new living room. "That sly old bastard."

He let out a laugh as you threw yourself down in his lap on the couch, swaying to the music you had playing as you two moved into your first home together. You admired his maskless face, leaning up to kiss him and taking advantage of the mask being nowhere in sight, knowing fully well that he would later get paranoid and slip it back on.

Six years and many arguments had led you two to where you were then. After Katahara started asking you to come by more often for business deals that only benefitted you, you eventually figured him out.

Your first date consisted of a walk around the city, a Kengan match that Takayama was needed at because someone set off a bomb, and you punching Yoshitake.

Takayama knew from that first date that he wanted to spend forever with you. You didn't hesitate to jump right in alongside him as he rescued people from the minor explosion, which, really, looking back on it, didn't have enough power in it to kill a fly.

And when Yoshitake came over flustered because the match was back on, you had tricked him into getting angry and admitting he set off the explosive because he knew he wouldn't win the match. That landed him a solid right hook across his jaw that busted his lip open. Takayama smiled as you shook your hand out and walked out of the match without a care, leaving a crying Yoshitake on the ground to be dealt with by someone else.

He was cold, cunning, and brutal, and you were the sun that heated the ground and provided him with life to kill. Together people stared at the unknown billionaire and the infamous bodyguard, never having seen a better pair despite their differences.

but it's coming down, no sound, it's all around, like snow on the beach