Feel My Heart Beat

Chapter 5: Mortified

It was early Saturday morning and Asami was due to arrive to pick Akihito up any minute now. Akihito was worried about what kind of car he was going to show up in. His parents lived in a sleepy suburb on the very outskirts on Yokohama and some flashy car just showing up was going to attract a lot of attention. It was a fairly close knit community and he really didn't want to be the hottest gossip around. His mother would probably have a ball with that though. Please, just once could Asami own something sensible and not ridiculously outrageous? A few minutes later and he could hear the deep rumble of an engine outside and his phone flashed up with a message.

Outside.

Please, was it too much to hope for? Akihito took a deep breath and picked up his bag before heading outside. He stopped dead in his doorway.

"Oh for fucks sake."

There was what appeared to be some million dollar red sports car sitting outside his apartment. It was all smooth sleek lines, low to the ground and had a deep rumbling purr for the engine sound. Asami got out and the freaking door opened up upwards instead of outwards and Akihito swore he was going to punch him in the face and remove that damn smirk once and for all. He locked up his apartment and made his way down to the car. If he could call it that. He should have known that a quiet, discreet trip home was far too much to hope for. And the bastard was just leaning against the rear of the car with that infuriating smirk in place, dressed in casual slacks and a polo. How did he manage to look so good in everything?

"Do you not own anything that doesn't look as though it cost more money than a normal person could dream of?"

"No."

He really, really wanted to punch him.

"A quick internet search of my name and your parents would find out about the money anyway so why hide it? Just enjoy being able to ride down there in comfort."

He sighed and handed over his small bag packed for the weekend away. Asami threw it in the boot and slammed it shut before pulling him in for a quick kiss. A quick kiss Asami style that still left him gasping for breath. Asami had to give him a brief demonstration on how to actually open the damn car door before he was able to slip inside and buckle up. And the interior of the vehicle was just as nice as the exterior but in a softer, classier kind of way. The leather seat was more comfortable than any of the furniture in Akihito's apartment and he could see many little flashy lights and buttons on the dashboard. Asami hopped in and then they were pulling away from the curb and Akihito had to admit he didn't know riding in a vehicle could feel so smooth. He was used to the loud and bumpy ride of public transport or his little scooter. He settled back into his seat with a small sigh. At least it would be comfortable although it still wouldn't make up for the gossip that was inevitable. Asami gave him an amused glance.

"Is it really that bad?"

"You don't understand. My parents live in a really tight knit little community in a really quiet suburb and showing up in this thing," Akihito gestured vaguely around himself. "Is going to cause me to be the next hot gossip topic for forever."

"And? It's not like you live there and have to deal with it. Who cares what anyone else thinks."

"We are still down there for the weekend. And what do I tell my parents? Oh, yeah, my soulmate is some perverted crime lord who has so much money it doesn't even have value to him anymore."

"Crime lord huh? That's not quite right."

"Not going to deny the pervert title?"

Asami smirked; "No."

"Typical. I say crime lord because you are clearly good at whatever you do in regards to the underworld and must have some particularly high standing. Especially if no one can pin anything on you. And I have heard enough to know that you are, in fact, involved in the underworld. I just don't know how."