MY AMI

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Asami Ryuichi was not pleased at the least, in fact he was beyond furious at this point having received a letter from some apparent mythological goddess. He gently moved Akihito from his lap and passed him over to Kirishima, the guard hesitantly taking the small bundle from his boss and stared back at Asami in confusion.

The yakuza immediately reached for a glass from the small minibar to the side of the limo before filling it with his favourite drink. Whiskey. Asami chugged the drink down in one go, slightly weary as small hazel eyes focused solely on his actions.

The goddess of Love? This was the explanation he got. That some goddess decided to transform his lover into a baby. A baby of all things. Why? Because he closed his heart off and away from Akihito. It's certainly crazy, but it seems that it was indeed the case, and he knew it. But Asami didn't do love. That was it. No buts or maybe's or what ifs'. The man is a cold and ruthless crime lord. Not a lovey dovey romanticist and he doesn't think it's even possible to be both.

But, if he didn't LOVE Akihito, why is the boy still with him? Why does the crime lord put up with his little tantrums? Why is Takaba Akihito living with him?

Why, Asami reflected, is a good question.

Does Akihito love me? Asami thought as his eyes met the small hazel ones. The small bundle was fiddling with his fingers as he ultimately avoided Asami's gaze and the yakuza felt a sharp twinge and immediately offered his hands out for his baby. Yes Akihito was his, but was it for the right reasons? He decided to have the limo stop at a place not too far away.

"Stop outside Katsu's Cafe."

Kirishima handed Akihito to his boss before informing Suoh of the new orders. Why a café? Asami never went to cafe's, never mind a local one. The guard was confused but thought its best not to pry in his boss's business. The yakuza hadn't informed him what was in the letter, but from the look on Asami's face he knew it was NOT good.

Akihito remained quiet throughout the journey as he sat fiddling with his hands, Asami's eyes remaining glued on the small bundle but it was as if Akihito was intentionally avoiding him in return so Asami feared he may have hurt his lover when he passed him over to his guard. The yakuza sighed before patting the small blob of blonde hair as Akihito relaxed under his touch.

The limo stopped and Asami stepped out, holding Akihito to his shoulder as he walked inside Katsu's café. The yakuza walked to the counter unperturbed as he ordered a black coffee for himself and a small batch of pancakes even as the man behind the café till remained frozen in shock, making it painfully obvious that it wasn't too common at all for Asami to enter a Cafe. And highlighting just out of place he looked in the quaint little building with his attitude that just screamed yakuza, the mens attitude seeming to point out that if anyone dared to do anything to disturb them they would pay dearly.

He ordered the things to be brought to him without delay, adding that if he didn't get it there would be consequences when the poor waiter still showed no sign of moving from the spot.

Kirishima waited for the order as Asami found a small table with Suoh already moving to guard the area as usual. The yakuza though ordered him to sit down after all after a while to try and diffuse the tension in the small café, a man in a suit in that place being just hilariously weird.

Akihito sat comfortably on Asami's knee as his eyes looked around with curiosity, the little infant putting his thumb into his mouth and Asami found himself smiling as he pulled it back out again. Ever the spoil sport. Akihito looked up at the yakuza with a slightly dumbstruck expression at being corrected and snuck the thumb back in his mouth again as the man's attention was drawn away when Kirishima approached the table to hand the freshly cooked pancakes to Asami, but still held the coffee in his hand.