Wedding Wars Chapter 2
Title: Wedding Wars
Pairing: Asami and Akihito with others and Akihito as well
Rating: 17
Summary: In the battle of semes who would win the bride?
Ok people this is the next chapter. Sorry if it seems short, but it seemed like the perfect place to end the chapter. Hope you guys enjoy this...
Chapter 2
It happened again. This time it was white carnations with a box of Belgian chocolates. Sighing and exasperated Akihito picked up the presents and silently walked inside. This time instead of picking up the card he did a candid web search on the meaning of white carnations and swore when he read what that meant.
Purity. What the fuck? Didn’t the bastard corrupt my damned purity? And how he’s mocking me? Enough is enough.
Making up his mind Akihito quickly dressed picking up the presents and calling for a cab on the way out. Today would be the day when he would really give the bastard a piece of his mind. If he meant it then this wouldn’t be any problem, but no way in hell would he sit around and let the bastard make a mockery of his feelings (which he has yet to vocalize).
The jarring cab halted his thought process as he got out in a hurry and shoved some yen notes into the cabbies face. Straightening himself he strode forward into club Sion with bold steps. Today was the day of reckoning for the bastard, and also when Akihito got to unload his baggage.
His steps however were halted by a towering menace in front of him. Noticing that it was neither glasses nor blondie Akihito opened his mouth and shouted “Move over tubby I got business with the ass that runs the show”
“I am extremely sorry Takaba san, but Asami sama can’t see you at the moment”
“What the hell do you mean by sorry? And why the fuck not?”
“You see, he’s not in Japan currently so we cannot permit you to enter”
“N-n-not in Japan?” all the color drained from Akihito’s face. What the hell? If the bastard’s not in Japan then who? Aha! Sneaky asshole probably got one of his secretaries to carry out his orders for him. Fucker.
Sneering at the guards Akihito said “Fine, but tell that no good jerk that I’ll be keeping my eyes on him” and with that he stalked away failing to notice the amusement flickering in the guards eyes.
Turning to his partner the guard replied “should we have mentioned why Asami sama wasn’t here?”
“Nah it’s more fun to see the kid sputter. But did you notice how he went pale? Should we report that?”
“No. He’s a tough kid and can take care of himself. Why do you think Asami sama has it bad for him?”
“True that. Oh well the least we can do is probably tell Kirishima san our suspicions since he is in charge of the brat. Lets hope nothing else happens”
And with that both the men ominously crossed themselves hoping against hope that life runs smoothly for the two.
Akihito’s condo
He slammed the door shut almost getting knocked over by the giant vase of flower left in front of his doorway. What the fuck? Slowly he ambled towards the bouquet gingerly picking up the card that was lying innocently a few meters away from the arrangement.
His eyes popped out when he read who the card was from. Really the start of this week was turning out to be much weirder than he could handle.
How the hell did she get my address? And seriously though does she think I am gay or something? First she grabs my crotch and now she insults me by sending me flowers with pink hearts in the card? Yuck! I’d take Asami’s fucking any day to this…no no no no no bad thought bad thought I’ll not take the fucking nor the flowers. Sighing he chucked the flowers into the nearest bin missing the man stationed by it.
“I need a drink. Maybe I’ll call Kou and Takato and see if they’d like to chill for a while”
The figure beside the dumpster took out a cell phone and dialed quickly.
“Master Fei Long, it seems someone else is also sending Takaba san flowers other than you”
“…find out who that is and inform me as soon as possible”
With a grimace the man replied “Yes sir” and with a groan dove into the dumpster looking for the bouquet that Takaba just threw out.
Pairing: Asami and Akihito with others and Akihito as well
Rating: 17
Summary: In the battle of semes who would win the bride?
Ok people this is the next chapter. Sorry if it seems short, but it seemed like the perfect place to end the chapter. Hope you guys enjoy this...
Chapter 2
It happened again. This time it was white carnations with a box of Belgian chocolates. Sighing and exasperated Akihito picked up the presents and silently walked inside. This time instead of picking up the card he did a candid web search on the meaning of white carnations and swore when he read what that meant.
Purity. What the fuck? Didn’t the bastard corrupt my damned purity? And how he’s mocking me? Enough is enough.
Making up his mind Akihito quickly dressed picking up the presents and calling for a cab on the way out. Today would be the day when he would really give the bastard a piece of his mind. If he meant it then this wouldn’t be any problem, but no way in hell would he sit around and let the bastard make a mockery of his feelings (which he has yet to vocalize).
The jarring cab halted his thought process as he got out in a hurry and shoved some yen notes into the cabbies face. Straightening himself he strode forward into club Sion with bold steps. Today was the day of reckoning for the bastard, and also when Akihito got to unload his baggage.
His steps however were halted by a towering menace in front of him. Noticing that it was neither glasses nor blondie Akihito opened his mouth and shouted “Move over tubby I got business with the ass that runs the show”
“I am extremely sorry Takaba san, but Asami sama can’t see you at the moment”
“What the hell do you mean by sorry? And why the fuck not?”
“You see, he’s not in Japan currently so we cannot permit you to enter”
“N-n-not in Japan?” all the color drained from Akihito’s face. What the hell? If the bastard’s not in Japan then who? Aha! Sneaky asshole probably got one of his secretaries to carry out his orders for him. Fucker.
Sneering at the guards Akihito said “Fine, but tell that no good jerk that I’ll be keeping my eyes on him” and with that he stalked away failing to notice the amusement flickering in the guards eyes.
Turning to his partner the guard replied “should we have mentioned why Asami sama wasn’t here?”
“Nah it’s more fun to see the kid sputter. But did you notice how he went pale? Should we report that?”
“No. He’s a tough kid and can take care of himself. Why do you think Asami sama has it bad for him?”
“True that. Oh well the least we can do is probably tell Kirishima san our suspicions since he is in charge of the brat. Lets hope nothing else happens”
And with that both the men ominously crossed themselves hoping against hope that life runs smoothly for the two.
Akihito’s condo
He slammed the door shut almost getting knocked over by the giant vase of flower left in front of his doorway. What the fuck? Slowly he ambled towards the bouquet gingerly picking up the card that was lying innocently a few meters away from the arrangement.
His eyes popped out when he read who the card was from. Really the start of this week was turning out to be much weirder than he could handle.
How the hell did she get my address? And seriously though does she think I am gay or something? First she grabs my crotch and now she insults me by sending me flowers with pink hearts in the card? Yuck! I’d take Asami’s fucking any day to this…no no no no no bad thought bad thought I’ll not take the fucking nor the flowers. Sighing he chucked the flowers into the nearest bin missing the man stationed by it.
“I need a drink. Maybe I’ll call Kou and Takato and see if they’d like to chill for a while”
The figure beside the dumpster took out a cell phone and dialed quickly.
“Master Fei Long, it seems someone else is also sending Takaba san flowers other than you”
“…find out who that is and inform me as soon as possible”
With a grimace the man replied “Yes sir” and with a groan dove into the dumpster looking for the bouquet that Takaba just threw out.