Wedding Wars Chapter 1
Wedding Wars Chapter 1
“Ah…ahhh……..m-m-more oh gods more, AHHH”
Soft grunts followed this passionate exclamation as the bed creaked dangerously beneath them.
“A-a-Asami you b-b-bastard…”
“Hn my cute Akihito”
And so the moans and grunts continued into the early hours of the morning without either of the two figures being aware of it.
Next Morning
“HOLY SHIT I AM LATE. YOU FUCKING BASTARD LEARN WHAT THE WORD RESTRAINT MEANS YOU HEAR?”
“Why, all I know is that you’re mine”
“AAARRRGGGHHHH……FUCK YOU, YOU GODDAMNED ASSHOLE. I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU. THANKS TO YOU I AM LATE NOW. WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THAT YOU POMPOUS JACKASS?”
Ignoring the boy like he always does Asami blithely answered “Ah my dearest Akihito, what magic words can solve your dilemma?”
“FUCK YOU” and with that the door slammed in front of him leaving behind dust where once his beloved stood. Smirking briefly Asami turned back to his newspapers planning how to next seduce his lovely Akihito.
At Narita Airport
“Master we have reached Japan on time”
“Excellent. Has my car arrived yet?”
“Yes master it just pulled in front of the gates”
“Good, load my bags while I make a phone call” with that declaration the figure gracefully strolled some place away ignoring the mass of giggling females eyeing him. He was a man on mission and no one will deter him from it.
Picking up his cell phone he swiftly dialed the number imprinted in his memory. Last time he dialed this number he threatened the life of the person who later became extremely valuable to him. Sending a silent prayer above he fervently hoped that his beloved hadn’t changed his number yet.
The phone was picked up after three rings. A sweet voice said “hello” over the line halting his mental processes. It’s been far too long since he heard this voice. Last time it was colored with fear and anxiety. How was it that the change in tone could make his heart beat so fast?
The person on the other side meanwhile repeated his hellos a bunch of time before sighing and hanging up. But Fei Long held the phone tightly to his ears unwilling to let go of the small device that once again let him make connection with the boy that changed his life.
Soon my dearest Akihito we shall meet again, but this time dear heart I shall not let the tears cloud your lovely hazel eyes. With a soft smile he hung up and walked towards his entourage of bodyguards waiting in front of the airport for him.
With Akihito
What the hell was that about? Ugh as if my day wasn’t worse enough now I am getting prank calls? Must be that jerk Asami’s fault, when is he never in the wrong? And with a humph the boy began the painstaking job of going through his negatives while his thoughts drifted towards his somewhat enigmatic partner.
The potent combination of his masculine looks coupled with his dangerous side made for a bait that Akihito could not refuse time and time again. While it’s true that he had to some extent acknowledged the fact that he felt something for the bastard, still not even a heated flaming crowbar could get him to acknowledge those feelings out loud. He knew deep down that the moment he voiced his feeling the man would dump him like a hot potato and disappear from his life never to be seen again. And no way in hell was he going to let that bastard get away before making him his.
Serves him right. We’ll see how he reacts when I dish his own lines out to him. Making me descend to hell with him is he? Hmph…I’ll chain him up before that happens. And with a dark chuckle Takaba began to develop his photos while his boss ranted at him outside of the darkroom.
He worked late into the night. Thanks to the bastard he was late to work and had been yelled at by his boss for two straight hours drilling into his head the importance of punctuality. After that he had to rush towards the Japan Lifestyle magazine photo shoot. Today they were going to take pictures of the famous idol Hanazawa Misa who recently became increasingly popular.
While there was nothing wrong with the little girl, still her habit of batting eyelashes at him and the times she called him “Takaba kuuun” in her girly high pitched voice increased the headache that was brewing behind his skull the whole day.
Then there was the whole fiasco when she innocently stumbled and grabbed his crotch in front of twenty or so people in the photo shoot. Takaba only hoped and fervently prayed that none of Asami’s goons had seen that and reported to their boss, because if such a thing happened then next time he would be called to take pictures of the poor idols funeral who’d never know what hit her. The bastard and his possessiveness.
Trudging along he silently searched his pockets for the keys to his condo while trying to keep the sleep at bay long enough for him to just get inside his house. As he was fumbling with the keys his eyes suddenly landed on a bouquet of red carnations lying innocently on the floor. Stumped he kneeled down and picked up the bouquet finally managing to turn on the lights.
Leaving his shoes by the doorway he softly whispered a tadaima while walking inside rummaging through the bouquet. Fishing out a card he opened his fridge taking out a juice bottle. While sipping at the juice the words on the cards made him spit out the contents.
“What the fuck is this? Damnit I’ve had enough”. With fury he whipped out his cell phone hitting speed dial number 1. Within moment his phone was answered by a smooth suave voice.
“My cute Akihito, did you miss me that much…”
“Shut the fuck up you bastard. What the fuck do you take me for a woman? You make me sick”
Silence reigned over for quite some moments, which was broken by a deep quiet voice “What do you mean by that?”
“Don’t play games with me you asshole. The flowers symbolize my eternal ache for you* my love, what shit are you trying to pull on me now?”
“Flowers Akihito? Do you wish for them so badly? If so then I’d be…”
“THAT DOES IT. DON’T YOU DARE CALL ME FOR THE NEXT THREE WEEKS YOU HEAR? I AM GETTING REALLY SICK OF YOUR GAMES” Fuming Akihito hung up and threw the whole bouquet out the window hitting a poor man on his head.
Meanwhile Asami just stared at his cell phone wondering what happened. Shrugging he dismissed it as one of Akihito’s PMS moments going over his documents while his private jet flew him towards Manchester for some personal business.
* Red carnations mean my heart aches for you, or I admire you