Shot?

He got out of the car in front of Sion and briskly walked inside. Without a glance to either side he briskly strode to his office. He closed the door behind him, glad for the quiet reprieve it offered. Sitting down behind his desk, he started to go through the files that had been somewhat neglected since his trip to the ship. Focusing on the contents of each one intently, he was glad to see that his dreadful mood had held some of his more problematic ‘clients’ in check and nothing happened that required his immediate attention. His eyes automatically searched for the pink folder he reserved for the reports on Takaba. Unable to concentrate any longer, he closed the file in front of him and got up to pour himself another whiskey at the sleek looking bar that occupied one corner of his office.



Asami watched the rich amber liquid slowly filling the crystal tumbler and thought about eyes the same color. Cursing he walked over to the window overlooking the city and looked down at the vibrant lights illuminating the darkness, giving life to concrete and steel. He could feel the pulsating energy from the bright neon signs showcasing the luxury brands he usually preferred. That reminded him that he wanted to look at some suitable clothes for Akihito. It just wouldn’t do for his pet to come home from the hospital and not be attired appropriately. After all, he was injured. With a gunshot wound. And a cold.



He sighed again. Stupid brat.



Taking his phone from the desk, it rang just when he was about to flip it open. The hospital.



“Asami speaking.”



“Yamaguchi here. Asami-sama, I just wanted to let you know that Takaba-san is definitely developing a cold now. He is showing signs of congestion, but as I said before that was to be expected. We made him as comfortable as possible and you’ll still be able to take him home in three days.”



“Thank you. Are there any special preparations I need to make for him?”



“No, not really. The boy needs to be kept warm and in bed and should eat as much as you can get into him. As for everything else, lots of rest and his medication will take care of that.”



“Thank you, Yamaguchi –sama.”



“My pleasure. If you don’t mind I would like to come by on my way home to take a look at your leg, Asami-sama, to make sure it is healing properly. Are you in your office?”

Asami paused. He didn’t want the doctor to leave Akihito’s side, yet, he knew that would be more than just unreasonable. His pet was taken care of and more than well protected. Akira, whom he trusted with his life was with him and another ten men were stationed on the private ward of the hospital making sure he was safe.



“I’ll be in my office.”



Click. He hung up and dialed another number.



“Asami here. I need you to bring me over a selection.”



“Sure Asami-sama. Which size if I may ask?”



“Make that a size small.”



“I will be there in about 45 minutes, Asami-sama. Thank you.”



“There are some requirements, though…” He quickly explained to the sales-clerk what he needed and why and hung up.



He smiled to himself. Now, that would be fun. And it would all fall under the category of making sure his pet would be as comfortable as possible. The boy really needed some pampering. From him of course. There would never be anyone else from now on. Only him.



He dialed the next number on his list.



“Asami here. I need clothes to be made until Friday.”



“Of course, Asami-sama.” The voice of the manager of the Armani store was subservient as always. Then again, he probably was their best customer.



“I will need to see a selection of shirts, suits, shoes, socks and some… casual wear.”



“May I assume that these will not have to be in your size, Asami-sama?”



“They are to be in the same size, as the suit I had made for a friend two months ago.”



“We only had to take the length of the pant-legs in for your friend, so everything you’ll select will be ready on Friday. When may we expect your visit, Asami-sama?”



“I’ll be there tomorrow before noon.”



“We will prepare the private showing room for you, Asami-sama. Thank you.”



It would be so much fun making his boy dress up for a change and wear tasteful clothes. He grimaced at how he had desecrated his walk-in closet with the colorful, wild array of dreadfully non-matching pieces of garments. But he had them put in there anyways. They were his, so they stayed. And at least he would have the pleasure of deciding on what the brat would wear for the next weeks until he was well again. And of course, there was only one person to decide when Akihito would be healed. He already looked forward to the fights that were sure to ensue over that issue. And all the other issues.



He could already taste his victory. He would be the first to reverse the ancient rule of ‘he came, saw and conquered’. He had already seen enough today to last him for the rest of the week, so all he needed was to conquer his pet again and come. And come he would. The trademark evil smirk slowly forming on his face, made Keita who came in to announce the arrival of Dr. Yamaguchi, feel cold shivers running down his back.



“Dr. Yamaguchi is here, Asami-sama.”



“Good.” Asami’s voice was drifting across the room in a purr.



If there was a predator stalking Japan, it was the Yakuza standing near his desk. He was the epitome of primitive male, clad in designer suits, yet exuding an aura of unrestrained power. He would hunt. He would conquer. And he would devour. Keita felt sorry for the young photographer, knowing that he was the one to be devoured. Without mercy. As soon as he had recuperated enough for Asami to unleash the full force of his pent-up passion on him. Until then it was him and the rest of Asami’s men that suffered.

Differently though. Because the idiot got himself shot. Stupid brat!



“Asami-sama. I didn’t have a chance to tell you how glad I am to see you looking so well. You seem to have recovered quite well from your injury. Would you let me take a look at it?”



Smiling the doctor looked at him inquiringly. Asami signaled to Keita to leave them alone. There was just no way he would drop his pants in front of any of his men. Not even if the man was the one he trusted with his life.



When the door closed with a soft click, Asami opened the belt of his pants and took them off. Dr. Yamaguchi stepped closer and carefully prodded the scar left from the cut he had made when removing the bullet.



“This looks very good. No abnormal discoloring of the tissue, I think in a couple of months you‘ll hardly be able to see it anymore.”



“And you came here to just tell me that?” Asami raised one eyebrow which gave him a rather menacing look.



“No. I wanted to talk to you about Takaba-san. In private.” The doctor gave Asami a worried look. He knew what he was about to tell him would make the tall Yakuza not happy. Definitely not happy.



“There are signs of abuse, Asami-sama. I didn’t want to say anything in the hospital to make sure no one would overhear anything.”



“What kind of abuse?” Even though his anger flared up inside of him, he forced himself to remain calm. Utterly still.



“For once, the obvious external bruising, but I also found some barely healed ripped tissue around his anus. It seems Takaba-san was raped.”



“I know.” Just those two words were enough to almost shatter his heart. He breathed deeply to regain control of his raging emotions.



“Oh? Well, then you know that this probably left your boy traumatized. You need to help him work through this. At some point in the future he will need to talk about it to be able to cope.”



“I know.” Another deep breath.



“Good. I just thought you needed to know. In his momentary state, Takaba-san won’t be capable to take care of himself the way he should. He will need someone else to do that for him. “



“I will take care of him. Thank you, Dr. Yamaguchi.”



“No, thank you, Asami-sama. Tomorrow morning, I’ll call you to let you know how he is doing. Good night.”



As soon as the smaller man had left his office, Asami again needed a drink. As much as he wished he could, there was no way of washing down the bitter taste thinking about his pet’s ordeal left in his mouth. He knew Akihito would be able to deal with the rape, the question was, could he?



He only let Feilong live because his boy was strong and he needed the Baishe. Still, Feilong deserved to die for touching his Akihito. For some time now, he wasn’t even surprised about himself thinking about ‘his’ Akihito. Because he was. His. And only his.



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