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Chapter List
- 1-Through the Looking Glass
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Disclaimer:
Viewfinder and all the characters portrayed in here are the property of Yamane
Ayano. No copyright infringement is intended.

Notes:
Since this is a sequel to "Distorted Reality", this story won't make
any sense if you don't know the original story. Everything, including the
characterization, is based on that first story, so I strongly recommend reading
it first.

Through
the Looking Glass

by
Kadira (May 2005)

With
an "All right. See you then," Takaba cut the connection, then put his
cell phone away, while holding the bag filled with beer and crackers he got for
the evening with his friends in his other hand, and left the shopping center,
quite satisfied with everything.

"Takaba
Akihito, long time not see." Takaba froze in his movement as the voice
reached his ear and his gaze fell on the unfortunately far too familiar figure
in front of him.

"You,"
Takaba said simply, once he got over his initial surprise. He didn't bother
hiding the edge of irritation in his voice at the sight of Liu Fei Long in all
his annoying glory, almost as if he had just jumped out of one of the popular
fashion magazines. It was no surprise that his friends had connected him with
the whole branch.

"I
see you remember me," Fei Long said, smirking, taking a step closer. In
some distance two black clothed men waited, barely out of earshot. Probably his
bodyguards. Takaba thought that he even remembered one of them from his first
encounter with Fei Long. It was not a pleasant memory.

"What
do you want?" Takaba asked, eyes narrowed. He hadn't seen the triad leader
since that fateful afternoon almost a year ago when his whole life got turned
upside down once more. He hadn't expected to see him any time soon either, nor
could he say that he missed him. "Aren't you supposed to be in Hong
Kong?"

"It's
business."

"And
that brings you ... here? To a shopping center in Japan?" Takaba asked,
suspiciously, while looking around. He noticed with gratitude that the parking
lot was filling up with people.

"In
a way."

"Is
business so bad, that you are branching out now?" Takaba said before he
could stop himself. It was not that he was really scared of the other man. Not
since he had last met him, when he was first annoyed at his mere existence, and
then couldn't care less about him, just as long as he stayed away from Asami
and him. However, he was sure that annoying Fei Long would not be a good idea.

Takaba
wished that the other man would finally take off his sunglasses, so that he
could see his eyes and determine which mood he was in. "Well then, I'll
just be on my way again. Good success with your business and all that. I'll let
Asami know that you're here."

"Asami
is my business."

Takaba
froze in his tracks and turned around. "What do you want from him?"he
said, feeling all alarm bells ring. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.
Takaba was sure about that.

"Right
now, nothing. I just want to have a word with you about your lover. Care to join me? I'm sure we will be much more comfortable
somewhere else." Fei pointed at a black limousine that couldn't stand out
more in the current surroundings.

"Don't
take it personally, but I would rather not. It's comfortable enough here."

"It
seems you have learned quite a lot lately."

Takaba
scowled. "Because I always went with you willingly, especially that first
time."

"Still
so resentful?"

"Only
when it comes to certain people, mostly those who tried to kill me."

Fei
Long smirked. "I will remember that for the next time."

Takaba
tried to keep his face expressionless, only reached in thoughts for the small
knife in his pocket, relieved when he could still feel its outline pressing
against his leg. It was the only weapon he was willing to carry with him,
despite Asami's insistence that a gun would be much better. In fact, Asami had
even given one to him a few months ago. Takaba just ignored it most of time.
Right now, he wasn't so sure though, if that had been one of his better ideas.
It sure wasn't very helpful in the kitchen drawer he had thrown it in. Not that
Fei Long could do much with so many people around them, but Takaba didn't trust
him further than he could throw him. He was dangerous.

"All
right. Let's have a walk then. I think I saw a coffee house a few blocks down
the road." Then, obviously seeing Takaba's expression, not hiding a
certain exasperation, "Fine, why don't we just take a walk in ... this.
For now. I'm sure it will be quite ... interesting," and passed him.
Takaba looked after the other man, for a moment too stunned to say anything,
then, as the bodyguards closed in, shrugged and followed him.

Not
even Fei Long would dare to try anything in the middle of a crowd of people.
Besides, if he wanted to harm him, he would have had a much easier time just
waiting until Takaba was on his way home, and having his men catch him then. It
was nothing Fei Long hadn't done before.

For
a moment they walked beside each other, silently, past smaller shops and bars
and the supermarket where Takaba had previously bought his beer. And while Fei
Long seemed to be oblivious to it, Takaba was very well aware of the gazes and
whispers that followed them. It annoyed him greatly.

On
the escalator, Fei Long finally took off his glasses and looked around, with
clear distaste. "What do people like about such places? It's crowded, it's
noisy and it's tasteless."

For
a moment, Takaba just stared at the other man, actually lost for words. Then he
stepped off the escalator to follow Fei Long down another corridor, passing
even more shops. He was slowly feeling like he was in that fairytale about the
girl that fell into the rabbit hole. In front of a shop with traditional
Japanese clothes, they came to hold.

"Nice."

Takaba
shook his head, feeling his patience slipping very fast. "As much as it
pains me to spoil your fun, I don't have time for this. What do you want, Fei
Long?"

"It
seems that one of the things that Asami failed to teach you is tranquility and
an appreciation for the finer things in life," Fei Long said, then walked
on again, so that Takaba's glare was lost on him. "Then again, maybe he
likes the rough diamond in you. It has a certain charm."

"Sir,
you have truly beautiful hair," a girl approached them before Takaba had a
chance to answer. "We have a special offer just for this week," she
pointed at the hairdresser they were just passing. "In case you want to
have some work done on it, like cutting the ends or a special treatment to keep
it silky and healthy."

Takaba
had a hard time hiding his grin at Fei Long's gaze, which changed between
surprise and annoyance. He crossed his arms over his chest, very much intending
to enjoy the show. The triad leader glared at him while he motioned for his
bodyguards to stay back.

"Are
you trying to compliment or offend me? Maybe both at the same time?" Fei
Long asked and Takaba felt almost sorry for the girl as she flinched at the far
too sweet tone.

"No,
not at all. Your hair is really beautiful. I know women who would kill for such
hair."

"Well,
then it doesn't need any treatment, does it?" The girl just stared at him,
clearly not knowing what else to say. "I assure you that it gets all the
treatment it needs. My companion here on the other hand," he continued while
he turned around to Takaba, smirking, "is there anything you could do for
him? Something like an all-around cure?"

~.~.~.~

"All
right. That was it. I'm gone now," Takaba said, once he finally, after
what seemed like an eternity, stumbled out of the clothing store, dressed in a
completely new and far too expensive wardrobe and additional bags in his hands,
as well as more than just a bit confused and angry. "I'm fed up. You're
all a bunch of crazy bastards!"

"You
should try to enjoy life some more," Fei Long told him, looking far too
pleased as the bodyguards left the shop behind him and the owner turned the
sign at the door to 'open' again.

"I
probably could do that if you would just stay far away from it. What do you
want from me? Now that you can't kill me anymore you have to find another way
to get to me by dragging me on a shopping and beauty tour?"

"You
have to admit that your general look has improved a lot during the course of
the last few hours. The shirt underlines your eye color very nicely, especially
when you look angry like now, and the suit gives your appearance that special
something. Yes, I'm satisfied. Asami will like it as well. And now we can go
eat."

"What?"
Takaba couldn't believe what he was hearing. Not that he could believe the
whole situation. It was just too absurd.

"Eating.
I took the liberty to reserve a table for us while you got your hair
done."

"What
are you playing at? You wanted to talk about Asami and nothing more."

"That's
right," Fei Long said, stroking a strand of hair out of his face.
"But I never said I want to do it here. And now that you're presentable,
we can move to a suitable location as well," he said, then took Takaba by
the arm and dragged him away and out of the building before Takaba could even
recover from his surprise.

~.~.~.~

"So,
what do you want now?" Takaba asked, once he made himself comfortable on
the cushion of the traditional Japanese restaurant.Well, as comfortable as he
could be in such unfamiliar surroundings after being dragged halfway through
the town once. Not to mention their shopping tour before that. In fact, if he
would never have to think about that again, he just might be fine again one day.

"Tell
your lover to stop interfering in my business."

"What?"

"Tell
that lover of yours not to interfere anymore in my business if he wants to keep
up the peace."

"Asami?"

"If
you don't have a second relationship somewhere, yes, that is who I am talking
about."

Relationship?
Well, he supposed that was what they had. He shrugged. "So what? Go and
tell him that yourself. That's not my business."

The
talk came to a momentary stop when the tea was brought.

"I'm
sure it --"

Fei
Long was stopped again by his cell phone. Takaba accepted the call, not at all
unhappy about the interruption -- as long as it wasn't Asami at the other end
of the line. It wasn't.

"Where
are you, Akihito? We're waiting for you."

"Kou,"
Takaba greeted him. It was all he could get out before his cell phone was
snatched away from him.

"I
apologize for the inconvenience, but Akihito doesn't have time right now. He
will call you when he is done, probably tomorrow."

Stunned,
Takaba looked at the triad leader when he switched off the phone entirely and
returned it to him. "As I was saying ..." Fei Long started again just
when a waiterappeared at their table to take on their order.

~.~.~.~.

"He
can be such a bastard." Fei Long nodded in agreement.

Finally
something they agreed on, Takaba thought as he downed the last of his vegetables
with some more of the full, red French wine Fei Long had ordered together with
their dinner and whose name he had forgotten already, but which made the
company almost bearable. He knew something about wine, Takaba had to give him
that.

Fei
Long's voice didn't sound entirely steady anymore either when he spoke next,
probably the result of their last bottle of wine. "But his kisses � they
almost make up for that." This time it was Takaba who nodded in agreement.

"And
his hands. The things they can do �," Fei Long continued and Takaba was
almost grateful that Fei Long had pushed him into the shop to get a new
wardrobe. He couldn't quite remember anymore when or how it happened, but he
was pretty sure that his jeans would feel much more unpleasant at the memory of
just what said hands could do.

In
the short moment of silence that settled between them, Takaba got hit by the
bang of realization of just what he's doing here, with whom he's sitting here
and had spent the last few hours, and just what their topic was and how fucked
up the whole situation was. After all, that was the man who had first raped and
then tried to kill him, only a few months before they had engaged in some very
close intimacies Takaba still refused to think about further. In the short
moment of lucidity that came over him, the situation appeared even more bizarre
than before.

The
moment lasted exactly as long as it took for his glass to be refilled and for
him to empty it as well.

~.~.~.~.

"He
is a bastard," Fei Long stated, matter-of-factly, as they sat down on the
bench in the small park. Takaba wrapped his new coat closer around himself and
joined him, for a moment surprised at the setting sun and how much time had
passed since Fei Long had passed him up this morning.

"You
don't need to tell me that," Takaba muttered, fishing in the bag at his
feet and bringing out the first of three six-packs of beers. "You want
one?" he offered the triad leader.

Fei
Long took it with a shrug, obviously having reached a state where it has become
unimportant if he drunk expensive wine or cheap beer, and opened the can.
"You think you got it bad with him?" Fei Long asked, voice a spur
less steady than during the time in the restaurant, maybe even before they'd
reached the bar. "That bastard is always interfering with my
business."

"He
abducted me and spent three days to teach me a lesson, just because I took a
few pictures of his club. So don't tell me anything about bad."

Fei
Long took a sip from his beer, then grimaced slightly. "How can you drink
that?", but took another mouthful nonetheless. "That is just a slight
nuisance. Bad is when your own lover tries to shoot you. Try to top that,"
he said. Takaba noted that his accent had become a bit thicker.

Takaba
nodded and for a moment a strangely comfortable silence fell between them.
"But at least you got rid of him after that and he didn't decide to make
you his object of obsession."

"What
a terrible fate. I can see how much you suffer," Fei Long said, voice dry.

Takaba
glared at him. "You don't know anything."

"Could
have fooled me. So the way you clung to him and your jealousy was just a
pretense. That's good to know," Fei Long said, then threw the empty can in
thedirection of the garbage can. He only barely missed his bodyguard who was
standing half hidden in the shadow. The man gave a surprised gasp at being so
unexpectedly attacked by the very man he worked for, but then took the can,
walked over to the garbage and threw it away.

"I
didn't say that!" Takaba protested while Fei Long helped himself to
another beer.

"And
of course, you accepted his apartment keys and the credit card just to keep him
happy. And the way you react to his mere presence is just a pretense to keep
him at distance. I can see it very clearly now. But while you ended up in his
bed, I, thanks to him, woke up in a hospital. I think that is a tad
worse."

"Well,
thanks to him I got to know you," Takaba snapped, slightly offended,
though he couldn't quite remember anymore just why. In any case, clear thinking
seemed to have become exceedingly difficult during the course of the last
hours. "I don't think I need to say anything more, do I? And you will
hardly be able to top that."

~.~.~.~.

"No,
everything is fine, Mr. Yoshida. I thank you for your concern, but you really
don't need to worry. Please leave everything as it is ....Yes, thank you, Mr.
Yoshida," Asami said and ended the phone call with the director of his
bank. Yet, when he cut the connection, there was a frown on his face. It
deepened even more when he tried to call Takaba and still only reached his
voice box. Frustrated, he gave up and came to his feet.

"Sir?"

"I
will drive alone, thank you," he told Masuyo, his right hand man, then
passed him without looking back and went towards the elevator.

"But
sir, what about the dinner this evening?"

"Try
to postpone it until tomorrow. If that isn't possible, you go. You know enough
about the situation to make him feel welcome and comfortable, so that the rest
should be easy."

~.~.~.~.

Takaba
groaned as his senses were assaulted by far too bright light and he tried to
hide further into his pillows and under his blanket. A far too cheerful,
"Time to rise and shine!" was the only warning he got before the
blanket was forcefully pulled away.

Takaba's
gaze, when he finally managed to open his eyes, was so unfocussed that he
needed a moment to recognize just who was responsible for his rough awakening.
The realization just who stood in front of him, an unreadable expression on his
face, was more effective than any alarm clock ever could be. Takaba was sure
about that. In combination with the memory of the last day even more so.
Despite his pounding head, he managed to sit up.

"Asami.
What are you doing here?" were the first illegible words he managed to
bring out, despite his tongue feeling like sandpaper.

"I
was just in the neighborhood. Do you feel well?"

"Just
give me a few moments," Takaba said, then, with some effort, stood up. He
held onto every piece of available furniture, seeking support, as he made his
way into the kitchen, to find something to drink.

"Sit
down," Asami said, pressing him onto a chair, before he poured a glass of
water and put it in front of Takaba. "Drink," then vanished into the
bathroom.

Takaba
emptied the glass in one go. "Thanks," he said, voice so low that
Asami probably didn't even hear it in the bathroom, while trying to shield his
eyes against the sunlight that had decided to torment him some more, by shining
in right through the window.

Asami
returned from the bathroom, in one hand a package that Takaba, even in his
current state, identified as painkillers. He was rarely more grateful for
something, than Asami refilling his glass, and putting it in front of him along
with two of the pills."Take that," saidjust as clip as his previous
statements, Takaba realized with a sinking feeling as he followed the order.

"Now,
are you going to tell me what you did, or do I have to drag it out of
you?"

"What
do you mean?" Takaba asked, trying to sound innocent and failing
miserably. Not that that tactic ever worked before, but he just had to try it.
It was certainly better than the truth, which would be along the lines of: �Going shopping and getting drunk with Fei
Long, then discussing you with him, right down to every last little detail. Somehow he really couldn't imagine that Asami
would appreciate the truth. Takaba's best hope was that Asami would just let it
slide. The chances that that would happen, were slightly better than the evasion.
Maybe. "I told you I'd be out, didn't I?"

"With
your friends, yes. But when I called them you obviously weren't there."

"Wait!
You called my friends? Why?" Takaba asked, alarmed. No matter how much
their relationship had progressed, he still did his best not to get his friends
involved in any of this, which meant that they didn't hang out with each other.

"Your
phone was turned off. It still is."

"Turned
off? Right, that bastard switched it off. I forgot to turn it on again,"
he said, more to himself than his lover, but it caught Asami's interest, of
course.

"What
bastard?"

"It
was nobody,� Takaba said, maybe a bit too hastily to be convincing. �Just
somebody I bumped into, nobody important.� He cursed himself inwardly for
getting himself even deeper into the mess. Because even if Asami hadn't been
curious before, his interest was certainly piqued now. He should know better.
But with this headache from hell that just refused to vanish and his generally
less than good state, it was a bit too much to expect.

"If
it is nobody important, you certainly can tell me about him," Asami said,
a sudden edge in his voice, putting his arms right and left on the arm rests of
Takaba's chair. His face was so close that Takaba could not only feel the
breath on his face but also see the heat in his eyes, the only obvious sign for
Asami's agitation. It was something he had discovered over the last year, ever
since they had spent so much time together, as actual lovers and not just fuck
partners and he had taken the time to observe Asami intently. "After all,
you not only seem to have spent a lot of time with him, but also enough money
to make my bank worry so that they saw it necessary to call me."

"Your
bank called you?" Takaba asked, mind for a moment curiously blank as
another part of him wondered and worried just what they had told Asami. But he
should have known it. After all, he normally never used the credit card Asami
gave him. It was a pride and independence thing. He didn't want to depend on
Asami. But it would have been even worse if he had let Fei Long pay for his
things, which the Chinese triad leader first had intended. There was no way he
wanted to owe him anything, even if he didn't seem intenton killing him
anymore. So, since he couldn't get away, Asami's card had been the easiest
solution.

"Yes.
And they told me a lot of interesting things, like where you spent all the
money." Silence, then, when it became obvious that Takaba wouldn't say anything,
Asami continued, "I'm sure that you wouldn't have gone there alone; not in
such a shop, not the restaurant and not the rest either. So, who made you go
there? It must be some fascinating person. After all, not even I can get you to
wear a suit normally, even less of such an exceptional material, no matter how
often I tell you that you look good in it," Asami said and let his fingers
wander over the soft, if after last night very crumbled cloth, then up until he
reached his face and lifted it so that Takaba was forced to meet his eyes.
"Who was it?"

Takaba
had serious doubts that Asami would believe a blackout due too much alcohol,
but right now, it was the only possible way to get out of it that came to his
mind. He turned his head away, starring intently at the table. "I ...
can't we just settle this on 'you don't want to know'? Because, honestly, I'm
trying to forget it as well ..." If he hadn't been suffering this
hangover, he would have known that it would only gain the opposite effect, but
one could hardly accuse him of thinking straight in that situation.

"Who,
Akihito?"

So
much for that. "Fei Long," Takaba finally said, not meeting Asami's
eyes, and his voice muffled by the glass he took up to drink, or at least to
pretend to do so.

"Care
to repeat that? I must have understood something wrong."

Damn
it! Damn Fei Long! And damn Asami! Takaba slammed the glass on the table,
regretting the action immediately as the sound reverberated in his head like a
very bad tuned drum. Or rather a whole orchestra. "Fei Long. I was out
with Liu Fei Long! Are you happy now?"

"No.
Why?"

Not
even Asami's obvious surprise could lighten Takaba's mood, no matter how much
he normally thrived on getting emotions out of his lover. "Because he was
there when I wanted to go home and obviously still doesn't understand what 'no'
means. Once I told him that I have no intention of talking to him, even less of
going anywhere with him, he dragged me around in that shopping center. Things
progressed from there on."

"Why
was he there?"

"Because
he wanted to talk about you." Which they did, too. In excess. Much later,
Takaba recalled only too vividly. Not that he had any plans of telling Asami
about that. "Something about you interfering
with his business again."

"And
you needed the whole day for that? Even had to switch off your phone so that
you wouldn't be disturbed? And to go shopping and having dinner? There was no
way to get around that?" There was a strange tone in Asami's voice,
suppressed, yet still clear enough for Takaba to hear. It made him shiver.

Takaba
took another sip, as much for thirst as to avoid the piercing gaze of his
lover, which was more than just a bit uncomfortable. "I told you how it
happened. I had no intention at all of spending any more time with him than was
necessary. But once he told me that he wanted to talk about you, I didn't have
much choice. Next thing I knew, I was being dragged from one shop to another,
while trying to find out what he wanted. End of story."

"And
the dinner? The amounts of alcohol? Your switched off phone?"

Takaba
groaned. "I told you, it just progressed when he refused to tell me right
away."

"And
just how much did it progress?" Asami asked, and this time there was no
way anybody could miss that special edge in his voice. And while Takaba
couldn't quite wrap his mind around the 'why', it didn't prevent his body from
reacting to it.

"I
have no idea what you're talking about. I told you everything there was."
Almost. And Takaba had no intention of talking about the rest either. If he
would never even have to think about it, it would be even better. "As for
the money, he wanted to pay but there's no way in hell that I want to owe that
bastard anything."

"Well,
you seem to have amused yourself well enough with that bastard."

Takaba
glared at Asami, tried to do so at least, because it wasn't too easy in his
current state. "Being dragged from one shop to the next isn't very
amusing. Especially not with him."

"What
did you do after that?"

"Have
dinner, I told you."

"And
what about the bar? I have a hard time believing that you drunk all of that
alone." Takaba shifted uncomfortable in his chair, before taking another
sip from the by now almost empty glass. He might not have drunken all of that
alone, but his body, especially his head, certainly felt like it. "You
know, if you don't want to tell me, maybe Fei Long will be more talkative. I'm
sure I can convince him."

Takaba
shivered at the edge in Asami's voice. Even after all the time he was still not
immune against it. It was highly annoying. "I doubt that he will tell you
anything more. We just went there after dinner and talked some more."

"What
topic might have been so interesting that you were unreachable for the whole
day?"

"Fei
Long switched the phone off. That's the only reason. And we just ...
talked," Takaba said, then pushed Asami away, came unsteadily to his feet
and went towards the fridge to refill his glass.

"And
what did you talk about?" Takaba startled at the voice so close to his ear
and let the bottle slip from his fingers. "Must have been something really
exciting," Asami said, catching the bottle and refilling his glass.

"If
you really want to know, we talked about you, what a bastard you are. It was
also the only thing we agreed on. After that, we just had to discover to whom
of us you were the bigger bastard. That was when we were in the park, I
believe, emptying the beer I bought for the evening with my friends. I won,
too, I think. And now, if you don't mind, I'll just return to bed and pretend
that yesterday and this morning never happened," Takaba said and passed
Asami.

~.~.~.~.

How did he manage to get into such mess all
the time?Takaba wondered once
more as he kicked off his shoes, then shrugged out of the crumbled suit and
fell into the bed, with the firm intention of first getting up again when he:
A. felt better again, or B. dust settled on what happened and he would never
ever have to think about Fei Long or that situation again. Damn bastard! He
should have stayed in Hong Kong or at the very least talked to Asami himself!
But of course, that wouldn't have been half as much fun as annoying him.

With
a groan, Takaba pulled the cover up, almost completely over his head and closed
his eyes, wishing for nothing more than a few hours of sleep.

He
wasn't so lucky. Of course not. Not with Asami being there. "What do you
still want?" Takaba groaned as the mattress shifted and a warm body joined
him, nestling behind him and pulling him close. "I told you everything.
There was nothing more. So, whatdo you want?"

"Nothing.
I'm just trying to keep up my reputation as a bastard," Asami said, before
he, with one thrust, entered Takaba. "And it worked last time well enough
against your hangover, didn't it?"

Even
through the wave of pain-pleasure, Takaba heard the smirk in the other's voice.
Yet, as always and no matter his state, he felt himself unable to ignore the
closeness to his lover; even less the things he did to him. Just the way it had
always been, regardless how much it always annoyed him. It was those hands, as
Fei Long had stated so inappropriately for the situation, but so very correctly
in fact, as Asami proved just once more to him.

"Not
... ah ... just a bastard," Takaba said, arching into the hand on his
already hard cock and the mouth on his neck, then moving slightly back,
instinctively trying to get as much contact as any possible. "You are a perverted bastard."

"I
certainly hope so. Besides, somebody has to make sure that things indeed didn't
progress further between you than talking and to remind you that you are mine."

"Very
unlikely that you'll allow me to forget that," Takaba said, breathe ragged
while pushing back against Asami, for the moment having forgotten about his
headache and just why he was in that condition to start with. He just wanted
more. As always. "Even if I wanted to."

"Good.
And if you should ever be in danger of forgetting,I'll gladly take the time to
remind you," each word punctuated with a hard thrust that madeTakaba go
lightheaded with sensations and lust. Not that he saw such a danger right now.
Asami was a bastard, no doubt about that, but he was hisperverted bastard and Takaba had no intention of changing that any
time soon.

~The End~
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