Romancing the Romantic

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Irie kept that gentle smile glued on his face even if deep inside he's quite intrigued with what he saw earlier. The blond also noticed the brand of cigarette that Lee had just put out before going back to sitting next to him. It was quite an expensive brand. He knows that since he had worked in product sales and he figured no one would give even a single smoke to a homeless man that easily. Especially that brand. The thing with the papers and the two men in suits slowly began to bother him. That was two steps forward, one step back.

 

The man answered his first question with a straight face but in it was a gaze that could pierce through him. It was an intense one and Irie's thoughts of doubts were pushed away almost immediately and were replaced by bashful reactions of blushing and squirming visibly on that spot. He liked looking straight at Lee's sharp eyes but whenever the man actually looks back at him like that, it's like he had embraced and admitted defeat. It made his blush impossible to hide even if he had turned his head away as the sky started to turn dark.

 

"You don't need that kind of negativity Irie. I know you tried your best during the interview. All you have to do is wait. Remember, though it is cliché, everything happens for a reason."

 

That's all Irie wanted to hear. Those were just simple words and it could come from anyone-- his friends, family. But right now, it's this stranger that made him feel assured and calm and he appreciates every simple thing this man could give.

 

"It was great... but it is not really fun as talking with some blonde boy."

 

With that, he looked at Lee with wide, wondering eyes along with yet another blush. How can this man do such a thing like that? He sounded like a player wanting to bag a prize through his gaze and flattery and Irie is slowly crumbling and falling for them. He remembered himself saying he shouldn't fall for those kinds of cheap deals but that's exactly what he's feeling now. Scratching his cheek with his fingertip, he looked on the other side and chuckled.

 

"W-well, I'm glad you find my company fun. Here I thought you'd be annoyed already." Of course. He thought the man would just enjoy the peace of being alone and not having some excess annoyance bug him all day with his pathetic state and venting about as cheap as his love life.

 

As soon as the man accepted his invitation, he felt happy. Happy that somehow, as hard and awkward as it took, he had managed to make a new friend. An unsightly different kind for others but it didn't bother Irie one bit.

 

"Okay. Though I still need to buy beer and a few ingredients for dinner so..." he stood up, smoothing the cloth of his pants on the rear with his hands. "I guess you should just wait here. I don't want to further bother you with grocery shopping."

 

 

 

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(lol. sorry for the very delayed response. As usual, busy with work. Verdammt! being a field worker)

 

 

Lee just nodded his head almost immediately while situating himself at the bench. His job do made wonders as much as this whole thing confuses and entertains him. He really was swimming blind on this. The idea of having Irie as his new friend made him more confused. Was it the right thing to do? They will never meet again once this month's over.

 

Over. The word made him flinch in a weird way. He didn't almost realize that Irie had wormed his way through his thoughts; like how he played a vital role in his thinking. Lee shook his head out of disappointment, it's too early to assume that Irie wanted to be his buddy. What would a nobody hobo like him do for Irie? Maybe the guy had lots of good bone and being a goddamn Samaritan was his dire mission.

 

Lee felt like a charity case. If he was not a hobo; would Irie talk to him? He instantly snapped from his accumulating thoughts. The day was still on a roll, Lee stood and paced back and forth.

 

The guy was not really good at this, he always tend to over-analyze anything. Being an entrepreneur might play the vital role of that kind of attitude or maybe it was even his personality in the first place. He almost even laugh when he remembered questioning why do fart smells when he was three. Little Lee even shut his room close in the fear of not knowing the real answers and that made the maids in full-throttle.

 

Wishing he could just be idle for a day and think nothing was probably his wish but that's just his wishful thinking.

 

Now that he'd remember, Irie invited him in his humble abode. His house. And yet he was still wearing those fuzzy and dirty clothes. Raising his hands he smelt his armpit and wince, he smelled like death.

 

Damn, that's definitely a slayer of hundreds.

 

Lee was instantly torn in between being proud of his stench like that and grooming himself. Though Japan was far from Montclaire headquarters, someone might recognize him. But who was he kidding, this is the middle-class and there's no way people can recognize him. It's not like he's a celebrity, he nodded to himself for clarity.

 

The guy even looked foolish in a futile attempt of combing his wig through his fingers.

"Damn this beard need to go..."

He stiffly scratched his itchy beard while waiting for Irie Tsukishima, the guy who'd save him from hunger of some sort.

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The blond male stood in front of the frozen section in the supermarket holding two pack of sliced beef tenderloin in both hands. He knows it is totally not the time to contemplate on which cut would be best for yakiniku night but since the thick sliced are a little expensive than the thinly sliced meat he put the former down and proceeded to getting beer.

 

"Ah, right. Dry beer for Kenta." he told himself.

 

Irie couldn't help but look forward to spending time with friends. It's been a while since he was surrounded with people who genuinely care for him. Kenta had always been there despite the fact that he took a time off because he had to move after graduation. But the tall male seemed to not change his attitude towards Irie. Still sweet and bubbly as ever. As for Lee, Irie wondered if it's alright for him to be friends with such a boring and probably whiny young man. Lee seemed really smart and kind beyond words. Some people might think having a hobo as a friend is just weird, but for Irie, he could see past all physical appearances. As much as he'd like to think it was just a coincidence that they met, the blond is convinced that he met Lee for a reason. Although there's only one thing that intrigued him as Irie's thoughts went back to the scene from earlier. Seeing a homeless man conversing with people of visibly high stature is quite an oddity for him. The men in suits don't look dangerous unlike the yakuza men he sees on the streets. They were far more 'corporate looking' as Irie would describe. Of course he didn't hear anything what they were talking about but there were papers and cigarettes involved as they conversed which Irie finds oddly familiar.

 

The thought made him smile to himself. Of course the scene is familiar. During his younger years, he always see his father doing business transactions with men in suits, with lots of papers involved and after talking over two packs of cigarettes and several cups of coffee, their deals were sealed with handshakes. Little Irie and his younger brother Irumi have always been there at the sitting area of their father's office, watching him do business. It's one fond memory he truly adores yet it keeps getting discarded whenever he remembers his father's recent demands on him. Demands that he knew he could never give.

 

He had just stepped out of the store after paying the goods when his phone rang. He smiled when he saw his friend's name on the screen.

 

"Ken-chan! What's up?"

"I'm at your place now. 4th floor of the apartment complex, right?"

"Yes, correct. You're quite early."

"Irie... There's someone here waiting for you, too. Tsukishima Irumi? I didn't know you had a brother."

 

Irie froze to where he's standing as shock filled his senses. Worst. Timing. Ever.

 

"I'll be there in a minute."

 

Irie all but rushed out of the store before running back to the park where he left Lee. He panted for a while before waving at him.

 

"Sorry I took a bit long. Let's go now? I think I'll have another... uhm... visitor coming over. Isn't that fun?" he forced a smile but then when he turned away, it faded quickly. It's something Irie would rarely do. "We're having yakiniku tonight and I bought dry beer. I also brought regular beer just in case; You drink beer too, right, Lee-san?" The blond tried to have a small talk as they began walking home but his pace is rather faster than usual. His face also posed a nervous and unsure expression. Of course he would be. His younger brother had finally located his house and he's already anticipating what would Irumi do or say when he sees this kind of lifestyle he's having. He did not want to have any arguments regarding personal matters tonight, especially in front of his friends.

 

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Another visitor? Lee felt dumbstruck, he wasn't prepared for such notice. Was it fine to look like shit in front of other people? Hell to the no. All he could do was accept his fate. Standing immediately as soon as Irie had arrived, Lee followed him like a lost puppy. He just kept his mouth shut, awkward small talk wasn't his best suit apparently.

 

Beer? Well he'll be damned. Alcohol intolerance might be the last thing you know about the Montclairé CEO. People might misunderstood him since he was labeled as a guy who drinks like a fish. True, he loves booze but certainly not beer. He was plainly allergic to the malt goodness of such alcoholic drink. Stealing side glances at Irie, he could not afford being a buzzkill and refuse the excited guy. Then again, he kept his mouth shut. No matter how strange it was, disappointong Irie was the last thing Lee qould likely do.

 

There was even a time when Oscar and him drunk hard liquors and then bought beer afterwards. The end of their drinking session was disaster with Lee vomiting non-stop and was having chest pains. What he could not understand was the fact that he was fine in drinking hard liquors but was almost dying when he just drunk a puny beer. Consulting the doctor, he was enlighten by the answers that it might be the beers brewing process. Some beer might be fine with him others were definitely code red. All the doctor did was give him a medicine in case such symptoms appear.

 

Unfortunately, Lee hadn't brought with him his medicines. He was definitely so screwed on this one. The guy had just a poker face as he hid his panic under the facade of nonchalance.

 

Now that he even noticed, Irie was tensed. Tensed enough since he was walking at such a fast pace, more like he was in a hurry. As what Lee observed his face contorted with fear, anxiety and worry. Lee could not distinguish more, blame his good for nothing eye sight. Like damn, he could snap Oscar's head into two for condeming him the usage of his own glasses.

 

He even snapped at the words of Oscar that was echoing inside his head; four eyed freak he said.

 

They arrived at a tall apartment which made Lee crane his neck at the structure. They rode an elevator up to the fourth floor sikently, Lee just followed Irie as he squirmed at his getup. Damn, this is stupid, even the guards at the complex almost called the police in him.

 

Shit! Now he started to feel concious.

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Irie, for the longest time, felt deeply anxious. Whether it's the forthcoming of an emotional roller coaster about his family yet again or the fact that the 'other truth' about him will actually be revealed in front of his friends, Irie couldn't shake his restlessness off. His grip on his portfolio and briefcase and the bag of groceries is so strong he might even have a sore hand later. For sure, Irumi is there to scold him, even if Irie is the older sibling-- that won't stop the hard-headed brunette from tracking his brother's house and convincing Irie to go home, suck it up and learn their business. It's a blooming financial and investment group and his father had made fairly enough clients and connections but recently it had been exhausting for the old man. Irumi who is still in college is learning their business by taking up a degree in Financial Management, something Irie would never do. First thing, Irumi now looks way older than Irie for studying such an exhausting course in college. This alone, Irie wins against his younger brother. Second, there's a reason why he took Graphic Arts instead of a finance course and Irie is never fit of being in the business industry. Irie is just a simple guy and he could never dream of anything else besides fulfilling his humble dream on doing what he loves. He wanted to follow the path his mother took before and that's what he's stubbornly doing even though it took him a while to get on his feet and gain his track. Of course, he and his father have had a fair share of arguments regarding this, but the stubborn blond insisted that he'd leave the town and live on his own if that's the one last thing he could do to prove how serious he is. Leave his comfort zone, cancel all trust funds coming from his father and work his prideful ass off to survive.

 

And that's what Irumi is seeing right now. Standing in front of a slightly weathered metal door of what seems to be a 20sq m² apartment of probably combined living room, dining and kitchen with a very cramped bathroom and laundry area, Irumi could not possibly imagine how his brother could live like this. A mouse hole. That and a bewildered Kenta is also standing in front of Irie's door with the same wondering look on his eyes.

 

As soon as Kenta finished talking to Irie on the phone, he sighed and looked at the male, trying to push a smile. Awkward.

 

"You guys look so much alike."

 

"Excuse me?"

 

Having a taller (5'9) and visibly stronger build than Irie, Irumi Tsukishima appeared to be older than his brother where in fact he is only two years younger. Maybe it's because of the different lifesyle they're having, the different kind of coffee they drink or the people they hang out with. Irie is a lot more free-spirited and easy going while Irumi is the more serious, goal-oriented younger brother whose target is probably shift his father's attention from the lame, older son to him. He had also made a great effort in going to the gym to make his body a more 'capable-like' man image in front of everybody and being compared to Irie is the last thing he would want to hear. Not that he holds a grudge on his older brother but the fact that Irie is a man with some very effeminate features makes him feel really uneasy. Especially back then when his friends used to come over to their house and starts hitting on his older brother then knowing he's a guy later on. It's just plain embarrassing.

 

"We'll just have to wait 'till he gets home. That Irie... He said he wanted to have a drink since he's lost confidence about the job he has applied to."

 

Irumi's face lit up with curiosity and slightly leaned close. It's been a while since he's heard of his brother's whereabouts and knowing Irie is taking up a job is new to him.

 

"Did you know what kind of job? It's a decent one, right?"

 

"Huh? Of course it's a decent one. Why would you ask something like that, Tsukishima-san?"

 

In just a matter of minutes accompanied by a deafening silence between the two strangers, Irie arrived with Lee walking behind him. Kenta was about to wave happily and meet his friend but backed away seeing the blond's angry face beaming directly at Irumi.

 

"Oh boy. This is..." Kenta backed away a bit, rubbing the nape of his neck.

 

Irie didn't bother putting down his things nor his grocery bag as he lunged over his younger brother's chest with his shoulder. Sadly, it didn't even made Irumi back away even an inch. The act only drew the line on how different they are in terms of physical strength.

 

"Irumi! Why are you here? How did you find me?" the blonde asked with a pissed off tone.

 

"Nii! Father has been worried sick, you know! And I found your location because I hired a private inv--"

 

"Sh-shut it! Just stop, Irumi. Uuugh... Why do you have to show up tonight?"

 

Frustration started to pile up one thing after another and adding Irumi and family problems on the list is more than Irie could ever handle in one single night. Kenta stepped in and took the bag of grocery from Irie before looking at the two.

 

"You guys, why don't we discuss that inside? And Irie, your friend is waiting, too." Kenta said, nodding at the man who had been quiet for the whole time. "Sorry for the sibling ruckus. I'm Kawamura Kenta. Irie told me about you." The raven flashed a welcoming grin. If his friend could see past all physical appearances, including an unsightly homeless man, he'd just have to seal his lips and keep his side comments to himself while still being cautious. He wanted to protect his friend after all.

 

Irie gave a long face before fishing his keys from his pockets and let the three men enter the apartment first. He looked up at Lee with a shy albeit sad smile before closing the door behind them.

 

"I know you're feeling a little conscious. I didn't expect this either... Would you like to shower first and have a change of clothes, Lee-san? It's the best I could offer you for putting you in a situation like this. And just so you could avoid seeing me and my brother fight... I don't want you to witness that."

Irie suddenly felt bad for ever asking Lee to tag along with him and his friend. People get self-conscious even if they're hobos and it's pretty obvious that Lee is getting more awkward especially now that they have Irumi around who gives the hobo a questioning glare here and there. The blond felt bad because somehow, his attempt to help and feed Lee is failing miserably and is not really helping the homeless man.

 

 

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Irie is too skinny in that picture... >.> He shouldn't be that way. I f-cked up. :v

 

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wow you sir sure can draw. Irie's so cool looking like that. He reminds me of an older version of Izumi Sena. Great job.

 

 

As soon as he arrived at Irie's cozy abode, just a few steps inside the door, Lee immediately had his questions answered. There stood another carbon copy of Irie. Though the guy definitely had strong build, Lee could see the uncanny resemblance between the guy and his happy-go-lucky acquaintance. Was he Irie's older brother or cousin? The guy's definitely a relative. Probably he's Irie's older sibling from that dominant way of talking to Irie. Lee admitted that he was kind of pissed at the attitude Irie's sibling was acting. Though he paid no attention that his acquaintance looked docile down to utterly possessed when he'd saw the guy.

 

Even Lee could feel the animosity of the room as the two of them blocked the rest of their environment and continue their banter. The hobo in him just couldn't help to step backward seeing the clean and shiny tiles displayed in front of him. He could even bet that it was possible to look at yourself on that layer of tiles. Crap. His thoughts definitely strayed away, shrugging, he focused his attention at the two guy staring at each other like they're on a duel.

 

Nii? Lee instantly recognized the meaning behind that word as he raised his brow at the guy who was still talking to Irie. What an arrogant and ungrateful younger brother he was, Lee thought. Though he was raised at a three-member family and had no experience between strong sibling bond, Lee could instantly conclude that the guy was an A class A*hole. It didn't even take another minute for Lee that he'd started hating the guy.

 

The twat had no right to pry with his older brother's life. He'd even go far by hiring a private investigator. Lee wanted to say something but remained tight as a clam knowing that this situation is best dealt with the close circle of Irie's family.

 

Apparently, the guy looked behind Irie and saw him. Instantly he stared at Lee rudely by surveying him from head to toe. He could instantly guess what's running at that twat's head judging from his very unpleasant facial reaction. If he wasn't Irie's brother, Lee could just immediately shove the man away and slam the door in front of him.

 

Why so much hate, Lee?

,his thoughts sounded teasing. Lee shrugged the idea, this was just him defending the angel who helped him; nothing deeply rooted in that thoughts he reasoned.

 

As the guy observed him like a bacteria, Lee straighten his back as he sized the man up. Thank god, he was taller and bulkier; gene's definitely had done the justice this time. He raised his brow at the sudden apprehension as he stared at the guy, showing him that he wasn't affected with his scrutiny.

 

In a blink of an eye, Lee's expression softened as Irie turned his head back to him, inviting him for a bath. Bath? That might be a good idea to escape the situation that made him look like a deer caught in headlights. Afraid to speak something bad, he just bob his head, rushing at the room immediately after Irie pointed the location.

 

Before he entered the bathroom, he passed in front of Lee's younger brother and mumbled,

"Respect your older brother, brat."

A dangerous glint was embedded at his forest-green orbs as he relayed a message.

 

Slamming the door shut, Lee immediately strip his stench and dirt-filled clothing. Displaying a pack of abs, he slowly turned the shower and started scrubbing the dirt away from him. Rivulets of water slowly cascaded at his chest down to that happy deep-indented V just above his boxers. He slowly bent and removed his boxers, easing that round ass of his from the dreaded garment. Though he felt an itch at his scalp, he decided not to remove his wig since it was a pain strapping it back.

 

In his display of nudity, he even missed skinny-dipping at that favorite pool of his. His lips thinned at the sight of dark water flowing through the drainer. He know that he was dirty but not that dirty that could cause the dark water to blacken he thought. Combing the hair through his finger he placed the wig in a slick as he waited for it to dry after haphazardly wrapping a white towel to cover his cobra down there.

 

"I hope you didn't mind me using your bathroom. Do you have some spare clothes?"

Lee muttered as he rubbed his head dry with the other towel he was holding.

 

He wished to stay longer just to evade the brewing war inside that flat.

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Unbelievable.

 

Standing in front of him is his younger brother who, according to him, even hired a private detective to locate him. His father must have been so desperate to even go through such lengths and using Irumi to do his dirty work. This is what scares him the most. His father doesn't care who he'll have to use just to get a job done. He knows what his old man is capable of doing when he returns home.

 

Eyeing the unexpected visitor from head to toe, Irumi has changed so much, noting the physical changes on his brother. He seemed to be working out, Irie thought, though he cannot hide that baby face they share from all those muscles. They're so alike, yet so different. Irumi is smart enough to take over Tsukishima Corp. so why can't his father turn his attention to him instead? He looked over at Lee and smiled when he just nodded and went to the bathroom without a word. However, Irumi glared at the hobo even more when he was told off like that.

 

"Why you--!" Irumi clicked his tongue and was about to grab the man when Irie tugged him away.

 

"What? That dirty guy just told me off!"

 

"That man is my friend. And don't say rude things like that. Just because you're wearing a suit and tie and is all dolled up with your Gabbana perfume doesn't mean you can bad-mouth off people like that. He's much more than you think, and frankly, he might be a better person than you are."

 

Irie looked away to hide his bitter expression for even telling his brother off like that. Sure he feels that way right now, but of course, blood is thicker. Guilt rose from his eyes before taking his hands off Irumi.

 

"Nii, I know things have been rough between us. Me away and father. I just want to tell you personally... He needs his successor back."

 

"Why can't you just take my place? You're a lot more suitable leader than I am."

 

Irumi gave a slight shrug as he looked straight at Irie. "You know how it hurts me knowing he will never see me the way he sees you, Nii. Whatever I do, it won't be enough."

 

Sighing deeply, Irumi turned around and put on his shoes before leaving without a word. It was quite the drama and Kenta couldn't help but roll his eyes from the younger brother's words, hoping Irie didn't see him. His expressions changed when he saw Irie on the verge of tears. He was about to step closer when the blonde raised his hand.

 

"I'm so sorry about that, Kenta. I just... need a moment... Help yourself with the food, okay?"

 

Slamming the door of his bedroom behind him, Irie tried to calm down and gather his thoughts. Now that his family know where he lives, there won't be another peaceful day for him. This is what you get from being in a yakuza family. You don't get much freedom. If people knew you're a yakuza, they'd immediately bow their head, not because of courtesy, but of fear. And that's what Irie hates the most.

 

He wiped the tears off his red, puffy eyes as soon as he was reminded about his guest. Grabbing a blue, oversized pull-over shirt that he never used and his pajama that is too large for him, he opened the door and met the naked-- almost-- man that he recently took in, eye to eye. His puffy eyes widened in shock as his lips gaped just slightly, forcing himself not to trail his eyes down to that naked goodness served in front of him.

 

"Here, Lee-san! I.. I hope they fit you." Irie stuttered, pushing the garments in front of the male before dismissing himself to the kitchen where Kenta was waiting.

 

"Took you long enough. Where's your table-top grill? We're making yakiniku, right?" The young man raised his brow upon seeing Irie's face as red as beet. His mouth gaped in awe when Irie grabbed a beer and chugged it until he was halfway finishing it. "Whoa.. Slow down! I know that brother thing didn't go well but... Ah, fuck it. Go ahead and drink to your heart's content. He was an asshole, anyway."

 

"Yeah... The grill is in the cupboard. I'll go get it." Sure Irumi made a little scene but that last one shook Irie's senses to the core.

 

That was one hell of a pack of abs...

 

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With a face full of questions, Lee just stood there like a dumb post as he received the clothes Irie offered him. Almost glancing to himself, he concluded that maybe he had something on his face as to why the blonde acted in such manner, gaping and staring at him wide-eyed. Having weird vibes by the events, he borrowed a room to change which he concluded Irie's room.

 

As to be expected, the blonde had a nice and comfortable room. Too neat that Lee could almost be blinded by the plethora of light sparkling inside his room. One thing's certain, Irie's definitely a clean freak. Afraid that he could dirty the room, he just tiptoed to the mat beside the cabinet as he dragged it towards the door, wiping the waters that spilled through the ground.

 

Gingerly removing the towel covering his best asset, the young CEO couldn't help but glance at the bedside cabinet of Irie. He didn't even have picture frame that were usually the setting in a bedside cabinets. It's just a mechanical alarm clock and a lamp shade. It's as if Irie's hiding his family even his most private quarter, that he just concluded to himself.

 

Now that he'd remember, he was not really chummy with his sibling. Noted the fact that the twat was so rude that he'd to stop his urge to bash his head and insult him. As the fresh new clothes fitted him almost perfectly he marched towards Irie's window , peeking through the blue blinds.

 

And his conclusions were right, the SP's were neatly patrolled at the street in front of Irie's apartment. Of course, black hummers aren't the typical vehicles you'd find in a typical street with people who fancied bike. A sigh of relief followed as he spotted a telephone atop an office desk, he hurriedly dialed Oscar's number.

 

"Oscar Bishops, speaking."

 

Lee grunted at his friends voice,

"For the love of God Oscar, let the SP's take their break!"

 

A wince followed at the sudden boom of Lee's voice, "Ah-huh. No can do, Lover boy. Now who are you visiting at an apartment. Last time I check, beggars don't have apartments."

 

"Last time I check, though you're my stalker it's none of your business. I'm just visiting a friend."

 

"Yeah right--a friend." That sarcasm almost made Lee wanted to strangle his stupid best friend. The idiot didn't try to hide his stalker tendencies. Damn' he sure's getting brutal.

 

"Get.them.out.of.my.sight.Oscar."

He said those words with authority as the other man on the line sigh at his friend's stubbornness.

 

"Fine, but don't go calling me in the middle of the night that you've been kidnap." Lee rolled his eyes, he's a fucking adult and had studied martial arts during his younger years. He could broke bones and wield guns if needed. He'll never be at someone's mercy, that he ascertains of.

 

Tired of their banter, he ended the call rudely and hurriedly glanced outside the building. A couple of minutes, the two hammers drove away from the flat. A snort came from him as he triumphantly smiled smugly like a three year old who'd been given his first trip to Disneyland.

 

With the security leaving him alone, Lee could finally be at ease of not being watched 24/7. Though he'd doubt they'll leave him forever. Now that a minuscule problem has been solved, he went outside Irie's room almost prancing. He then joined the two at the kitchen that're grilling some pork. It smelt heavenly as he neatly placed himself at the left side of the table.

 

Noticing that the other brother was missing, he wanted to ask but was afraid that it might dampen Irie's mood. Glancing at the meat grilled with a expression close to lust, Lee almost wiped the invisible drool off his mouth.

 

--wow this is a feast.

 

He stared at the two people in front of him as Irie invited him to eat. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at a cup that was holding those dreaded sticks in captive.

 

CRAP. He hated those metal sticks with a passion. Though a businessman, he never liked using one and didn't had the interest to learn to use one. He would rather use his bare hands than use those sticks. It's not like he's gonna ask some cutlery, that's never a thing a mere beggar can ask.

 

For an owner of a huge empire of companies, Lee Montlaire-Saiyounji, doesn't know how to use chopsticks.

 

And he knew he he'll be damned....

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Irie stood in front of the cupboard as his other hand reached up for the knob. God. Of all the things he could see after moping like that about his family... He shook his head, as if doing so would remove that last image he saw; Lee's half-naked body, toned to godly perfection and that towel that was haphazardly wrapped around his waist to cover that bulge right there that almost took Irie's breath away. Good thing Kenta called him out before his daydream becomes a little too dangerous. Grabbing the grill, he went back and plugged it. Not long after, the room begins to be filled with heavenly scent of grilled meat. Kenta began flipping the thinly sliced meat as Irie laid out the ceramics and the chopsticks. This is quite a rare night, good thing the blonde have a dining set for five. He never knew he could use this much ceramic wares on such occasion. He also laid a bowl of ice cubes for their beer on the side.

 

Looking at Kenta who had been quiet about the brotherly ruckus, he sighed and picked another can of beer before opening it.

 

"I'm sorry about earlier, Kenta... It's so embarrassing... It's just... "

 

"You don't have to say sorry, Irie. He came here uninvited. It was his fault... Sooo you're not that close with your brother, I see. That was something. You even lunged at him upon laying your eyes on him."

 

"Well... yeah. I wanted to start living on my own but then he and father were so against it. What's the big deal anyway?" The blonde pouted and sat on an empty chair with the can of beer in hand. "I'm really glad you came here tonight. It's really nice to have some company."

 

"Yeah. The fact that you invited a homeless man to your house, of course i'd come. Irie, you don't know that man. Sure he seems harmless but inviting a stranger in your house is just plain stu.. I mean reckless." Kenta said in a hushed tone but Irie seemed to not be bothered by it.

 

"I know. But he helped me a lot today and yesterday, too. This is just a small gesture of gratitude. I don't have a lot of cash and he's not even begging for money, so." As he spoke, Irie's eyes turned and saw the prancing man emerging from his room all clean and properly dressed now. He sure is a buff guy as the over-sized pull-over shirt fitted perfectly. Not that he's complaining. Seeing those pecs shape over that blue fabric brought Irie's thoughts back from earlier but then he immediately retreated and kicked himself mentally for even thinking of such things to the poor, homeless man. He couldn't be crushing on Lee now; however, the prancing and the apparent smiling face was rather cute.

 

"Look at you! All cleaned up." he exclaimed and waved for Lee to join them. "Please don't be shy and help yourself." Irie stood up and pulled the chair for Lee to sit. The blond was pleased seeing Lee appreciate his little gesture. Once the man was seated, Irie handed him his beer as Kenta laid some of the cooked meat on the man's plate.

 

"I specially seasoned the meat, so eat up, uh..." he shyly looked at Irie asking what the homeless man's name is. "Oh, Lee. Lee-san. That's a nice name. Quite rare for a Japanese. Are you even Japanese? You look like... Mixed, right Irie? Quite like... a western look."

 

Irie blushed from the sudden interrogation Kenta is imposing to the man. "Ken-chan... Let him have dinner first. I'm sorry Lee, san. Please. Enjoy the food. My brother left a few moments after you went to the shower so you don't have to worry about it now."

 

Kenta scoffed upon the mention of the word 'brother'. "Yeah, that little brat. Although he's not so little, he's still a prick. How come you two look so alike yet so different?"

 

Irie looked down on his food and shook his head. "I honestly don't know. We were both raised together but... Maybe we outgrew each other. I went on my own way and he... He's still living under the shadows of the demands of my father... But, please let's stop talking about this, it's embarrassing"

 

Wondering why Lee is suddenly having a hard time and not picking things up in front of him, Irie leaned in a little closer. "What's the problem, Lee-san? Don't you like the food? Oh... Are you perhaps a vegetarian?" he asked, his eyes upturned to gaze at the already cleaner face of the man.

 

 

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Like a proud child Lee gave a toothy grin as Irie appraised his new clean shaven look. Well at least he'd taken a bath, thank God for that. He sure couldn't hold the next three weeks as a dirty man without proper hygiene. But when he's going back to the streets and the park he'll sure prepare for the worse.

 

As Lee settled himself with the little trouble of using the dreaded chopsticks he stared at the other guest with quite some scrutiny. In which Kenta and Lee stared at each other, more or like appraising each other's worth. Not that it was a stare out of rudeness, they just both stared for observation. It's just a normal thing to observe something new in the eyes, Lee thought.

 

The conversation regarding Irie's brother was brought up as Lee's ears perked up. Like some sort of paparazzi Lee tried to hear everything Irie had to say regarding his rude specie of a brother. But the blond did gave a little to none information regarding his brother. It was definitely a sore subject and both siblings definitely had a bad blood between each other. Not that he can empathize since he don't have siblings in the first place but Lee could distinguish a rude brother at least.

 

"It's fine Irie,"

Lee chuckled and gaze back to Kenta

"I'm in fact a mix of some sort. My mother's Japanese while my father's American."

 

Lee answered Kenta's question quite honestly, leaving nothing in the dark. It was for Kenta to trust him a little or just cut him some slack. He knew too well, judging from that guarded behavior, that Kenta was so suspicious of him. Who wouldn't be anyways? He just happens to be a hobo who got invited to some party and that itself was the factor that he's deemed shady.

 

But not everything, Lee noted as he carefully walked in the boundaries, providing minimal information that won't give his identity away. If there will be a chance they'll ask questions which can lead to his real identity, he can lie without batting an eyelash. That's what he was good at since day one, anyways.

 

"No, I'm not a vegetarian. I just uh---"

a slight tinge of red was on his cheeks as he scratched the back of his neck.

"I just can't, well, Ican'tforthelifeofmeusechopsticks."

He muttered too fast with one huff.

 

"I'm deeply sorry."

he added as he peeked under his lashes at the reaction that Irie and Kenta would give. Lee was then waiting for 'the laugh.'

 

Indeed, not being able to use chopstick is embarrassing for a wold-tier businessman like him that was require to deal with different clients, including chopstick-wielding Asians. For a half Japanese he did surely fail his nation.

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Kenta sure did burst out of laughter when the stranger told them he couldn't use chopsticks. Of course, if one person is in Japan, he must learn how to use these pesky things as the most basic skills for surviving. Irie rolled his eyes and kicked Kenta's knee under the table that made the tall male exclaim in pain although that didn't stop him from giggling a bit.

 

"What? I just think it's funny." The man snorted even though he knows no harm on those slight teasing.

 

"You're laughing too much, Kenta. Don't be rude." Irie pouted and smiled as he turned to Lee. Picking up his own chopsticks, he began showing Lee how it's done.

 

"It's fine if you can't use chopsticks. You said it yourself that you're a mixed so maybe back in your younger years, you're used to using silverware. Well, I don't own them so I'm just going to show you how it's done. Come on, pick your chopsticks up and look at how I hold mine. Like this."

 

Irie smiled as the man tried but still failing miserably. He shook his head and giggled a bit before putting his down and leaning in closer as he held Lee's hand as gentle as how his voice instructs the man.

 

"Here, Lee-san. This one goes here and the other one on the top. Then you move your index finger like that..."

 

The two looked rather intimate in front of Kenta who stared at them with one brow raised in scrutiny. He rolled his eyes and chuckled before carrying on eating. Irie on the other hand noticed, yet again, how smooth the other's hands are. No calluses whatsoever. Even his fingernails are well groomed even if they are a bit long from the lack of trimming. He bit his lips and glanced up at the man to take an even closer look. Lee has the prettiest green eyes he had ever seen. Most Japanese people he meet have either black or brown eyes. Well of course, Lee is half Japanese so that's a given. He also noticed his beautiful pointy nose. Lee has shaven his beard and with Irie looking closer than ever, he could see how handsome the man is.

 

"Sorry..." the blond whispered before gently pulling himself away from Lee as soon as he's done teaching the man to hold chopsticks then proceeded to eating. How he wished he could hide his face just now since he knew he had started blushing. If anyone asks, he'll just have to blame the beer for he had two cans already. Kenta had to break the silence and lifted up his can.

 

"Let's not forget why we're celebrating here, dear friends. To Irie, hoping Montclair would call him sooner or later. And to you, Lee-san for having new friends and for me... err... Who the hell am I kidding? I just broke up with my girlfriend. Ahh...! To me being finally single again!" he giggled. The young man sure knew how to break the ice between them as well as he is now a little tipsy for finishing three cans already.

 

Irie smiled and lifted his own can for a toast before chugging the remaining half down-- bottoms up. Sure if Montclaire wouldn't call him tonight or tomorrow, there's still a lot of companies out there he can apply to. The guy in Montclaire said his portfolio is good so he should at least gain some confidence in it.

 

 

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He breathe out of frustration and incoherent words as Irie tried to teach him on how to use those dreaded chopsticks. The inventor of the utensil was definitely a sadist. The thing was suppose to help you with eating food easily and not the other way around. He muttered a string of curses when the meat drop miserably at the table. For someone who's fast learning ability was the best suit, Lee sure definitely shamed the name. That's why he hated those dreaded utensils--they're plain hard.

 

And that's when Irie came into rescue. He thank the heavens that Irie had a heart since he was starting to get embarrassed from Kenta's boisterous laughing. A kick was insinuated under the table and Lee was glad Irie did that. Shrugging the thought that Kenta was withholding his laughs, he remained concentrated at using the utensil.

 

As he struggled to keep all his energy towards the object, he noticed something intense. Well not that intense, but something that made him squirm. Lee could see from his peripheral vision that Irie was gazing at him intently just like what he did when they're in his room. The feeling was kind of fuzzy as an unknown emotion stirred inside him. And then all his concentration had focused at the other guy beside him. His body sure knew how to multi-task but his attention was solely diverted to Irie. Not that he stared back, that's kind of stupid since they're too close from each other. And one movement will definitely cause an awkward moment.

 

And all he did was pretend that he had not seen Irie's gaze towards him.

 

"Sorry..."

 

"No need to apologize, Irie."

Last time he checked, staring at someone was not definitely a sin.

 

But he still failed to ease the tension gathering between the two of them. And that's where Kenta broke the ice, as he tried to take all the attention to himself. He sure owed the guy a lot.

 

Lee still flinched at casual mention of his last name. When will he even break the fact that he owned whole of the Monclaire empire to Irie? It's just a matter of time...or is it?

 

 

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Having quality time with friends is rare for Irie as this 30sqm of an apartment had never had more than one person in it. The usually quiet, serene abode now smells of barbecue and booze. How amusingly different. Kenta is slowly beginning to slur his words and began talking about his recent break-up. The two men in front of him were both quiet and slightly amused watching the drunk Kenta.

 

"And en she admitted she hooked up ith my boss, saying she likes 'im 'ery mush so she broke up 'ith me. Can you fuckin believe that!? What a social climber... Ugh. It's okay. I let her go. She can go'n her merry way. Fuckin cheating woman." Covering his mouth, he excused himself before standing up and wobbling towards the bathroom. Once they were alone, Irie sighed and turned to look at the man beside him.

 

"I've been thinking, Lee-san." he said in a soft hushed voice as if he wanted to avoid Kenta to overhear their conversation. "I was wondering how you became homeless. You... I don't mean to be offensive or anything, but you really don't seem to be one." He waved his hands gently and added "B-but if you're not comfortable telling me your story, it's fine. I.. We all have our own skeletons in our closets."

 

Suddenly the blond began to become gloomy as his issues with his family emerged from his thoughts once more. Irie can hold his alcohol well, but the things that come out of his mouth, not so much, as he slipped some facts about his precious secret. Bringing his arms up on the table lacing his fingers together, he cupped his face and sighed deeply.

 

"I'm really scared now, you know. Now that my brother had found where I live. Soon enough, my father will come fetch me escorted with a bunch of our brothers in the group and hah! I don't know what he'll do to me after that. Drag my sorry ass back home. Or worse! They've seen you and Kenta. They might use you guys as bait so I could just go back home and finally become a young oyabun..."

 

Irie let out a giggle, probably because of the influence and stood up, holding on to Lee's shoulder for support as he started unbuttoning his shirt, finally showing Lee his tattoos. His front is clean and spotless but when he turned, the intricate pattern welcomed Lee's sight: A dragon that curved and crawled from his left shoulder to his right and an image of a crouching tiger on the lower back alongside the bunch of beautiful sakura flowers that filled Irie's back. It was stunning; beautiful yet still intimidating.

 

"I don't have much since I was still too young then. I might get them on my whole body when I become oyabun. So Lee-san... Are you scared now?" he fought hard not to let the sobs come out but it just bursted out as treacherous as it has always been. "I just want to be a normal person and make normal friends, but whenever I see these tattoos, they remind me of how dangerous my bloodline could be."

 

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As he listened to Kenta's petty stories he couldn't help but shake his head with disappointment. There are lots of woman out there who tried to insist that they're a good lamb but definitely the other way around. Kenta, along with the millions of guys across the world, happened to be the victim of such demise. Being too careful around women with nasty intentions was probably the best solution. To err was human, and Kenta was definitely the proof of that. Lee too had been the proof of that.

 

You don't know love if you haven't experience a heartbreak, he so thought.

 

"I was wondering how you became homeless. You... I don't mean to be offensive or anything, but you really don't seem to be one."

And there goes the million dollar question. He almost choke from the beer but remained cautious at the question. He didn't peg Irie that observant--too observant for his own good.

 

"Good question, Irie. Well to be honest, I was just recently shove into this demise. I didn't even know that I will end up in the streets, it just happened."

His eyes surveyed at the two men with keen observation.

 

Lee's answer was rather vague; though it did answer Irie's questions, it came close to nothing. And worse, he knew from Irie's head that it'd just cause another string of questions brewing at the blonde's mind. He didn't even lie, all he did was steering-clear of the facts that can lead Irie closer to the truth.

 

Lee can't blame himself, though he was guilty of lying to his new found friend. He better delay the rest of the truth and treasure the moments he'd share with the bonds of friendship that he'd just recently started.

 

"I don't have much since I was still too young then. I might get them on my whole body when I become oyabun. So Lee-san... Are you scared now?"

 

He knew Irie was getting drunk and the news completely shocked him. Well shock was such an understatement. Even Kenta, despite being drunk, had all the colors drained on his face. Lee might be ignorant at some Japanese words but an oyabun is what he'd known since he was young and free. Just the exception of another term of a mafioso. Montclaire had dealt with lots of Mafia related proposals in their company. Some were even too obsessed with their lineage that they'd tried to enter Montclaire's share of stocks. But too bad for them, and luckily for Lee, he had ordered his men to be callous at all the dealings regarding mafia related shenanigans.

 

Too think that Irie thought Lee was afraid was preposterous. Afraid? Not, Furious, maybe.

 

Though he couldn't blame the poor guy with all his blood tied to a future of doom and danger. The intricate patterns of swirling tattoos summoned all of Lee's attention. This was a serious matter, and he knew that Irie was not joking. Who in their right mind would joke that they'd been somewhat affiliated with the mafia anyways?

 

"You'll live Irie."

As promising as those words were, Lee was not sure of himself if this line of thoughts would be deemed effective in the near future.

"Do what you want, I know it might be dangerous since that's been etched into stone because of your lineage. But that does not mean you'd just let them use you as their mindless puppet. Remember that you have a mind of your own, decisions to make, goals to achieve and life to complete."

 

He stared at Irie as he tried to ease the tension by massaging his tensed shoulder.

"Just do your usual thing and don't worry for our safety. We can manage, I guess. Right Kenta?"

He winked at a drunken Irie as he glance at a Kenta who's still confused by the situation.

 

This was definitely a mess and Lee Saiyounji-Montclaire hated messes. It's time to fix it even if the cause was to wage war between angry Yakuza men. His eyes turned malicious at the plans gathering inside his head. If these men can play dirty, he knew the tactics fully well. Be it may, he's going to win at all cost even if its mean stepping someone for that matter..

 

 

--no one messes with my Irie. hmm where did that come from? that sounded too possessive

He smirked at the thought as he stared at the drunk guy who's still extinguishing all his sorrow.

 

 

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As the two men posed a shocked expression, Irie sighed and put his shirt back on. His mind had begun to be clouded by the alcohol. Hearing the man's assuring words, the blond leaned his head down on the table, covering his face with his arms. Indeed, he's very lucky to have such people to call friends. He knew it's better to have a few close and trustworthy ones than having a handful of people and have stale friendships with them all. And as for the dashing man in front of him, he only wished to learn more about this person. However, it's probably best to not know anything about him. It's better that way, Irie thought. Turning his head to peek up on the tall male, he laid his hazy, brown eyes on him as he spoke. His words resonated in his mind; calm and reassuring. Kenta on the other hand, almost choked from his meat upon hearing the news and had to push it down with beer before sighing deeply. He looked at Lee and nodded before patting the blond's shoulder. A normal person like him who knew the things yakuzas do would, of course, be terrified but he had been loyal to his friend since their college days and being loyal he shall remain.

 

"Yeah. Lee's right. We'll manage and if ever the yakuza-- your dad would ever try to force you to do something... Just call me, OK? I'll help you out. You hear me, Irie?" the raven shook Irie's shoulder gently and realized the young male had already fallen asleep on his spot.

 

"Aw, man. He's down. Our host is down." Kenta sighed. He looked at the other man who has the most semblance of the moment between the three of them.

 

"I still can't believe it. All these time. From being classmates in uni until this very moment, he had endured the pain and kept his secret all in by himself. You know, Lee-san? Irie may look weak on the outside but he's been through a lot, dealing with things all by himself. I think he's more of a man than I am." he snickered before putting down his beer- his last one.

 

Gathering all his focus, he stood up and went around the table to pick up Irie on his shoulder by his arm. "A little help here, Lee-san? Let's put him to bed and call it a night."

 

The two could easily take one more glance on Irie's soft, sleeping expression with face tinted with the shade of pink that trailed over his neck and ears as well as Irie's set of colorful tattoos that peeked under his collar. It was simply an unusual sight-- A very contrasting feature of the blond.

 

Once they tucked the blonde under the sheets, Kenta tapped Lee's shoulders as it is time to dismiss themselves out of the house though Irie's hand had clutched on the fabric of Lee's pants before the man could walk out of the room. The young man is thus, half awake. Looking up with those same hazy eyes, he smiled. No words were spoken; just that single, warm smile before the blond finally let go of Lee, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

 

 

"You'll live, Irie."

 

 

 

"Hearing my name spoken using such endearing voice. Isn't that a little too unfair, Lee-san?"

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Lee would've followed suit if Irie hadn't grab his clothes in his drunken stupor. As he stared at Kenta's retreating back, he slowly unclasped Irie's hand and placed it gently back to the bed. Gently removing the golden strands covering Irie's forehead, Lee couldn't help but smile. Irie looked immaculate and serene like a long-lost cherub that had fallen from the sky. If someone could caught him in that situation, he'd definitely be imprisoned for being creepy looking at someone while they're still sleeping.

 

 

"Hearing my name spoken using such endearing voice. Isn't that a little too unfair, Lee-san?"

 

Lee couldn't help chuckle as he stared at Irie as he continued staring at the blond who was still mumbling incoherent words. Words like, 'pizza' and 'barbecue' were the last clear words before the blond finally doze into a sleep without mumbling weird stuff related to food.

 

He stared at Irie for a couple of minutes before he left, bringing with him Irie's phone that was seated atop the beside cabinet. Spotting the bathroom, he closed the door shut and dialed a certain number.

 

"I need you to search this family for me..."

 

Then the rest of the conversation flowed for ten minutes just before he went back to Irie's phone and placed the device to where it was. Seeing that Irie had most likely thrown the comforters out of his way with his shirt exposing his lean abdomen, Lee then again chuckled at the view.

 

"Irie... "

He shook his head out of amusement as he redo the covers and the latter's untamed shirt.

 

"I should've called a police on you man. What took you so long in that room?" Kenta jokingly said while holding a can of beer, leaning at refrigerator.

"I can't just live a man who said he was drowning at a sea of spaghetti."

He shrugged nonchalantly earning Kenta a laugh.

 

"Mind joining me for a drink?" He raised the can as Lee nodded and strutted back to the table.

 

 

---it will be a long night.

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that makes me want to feel more

It lingers through my veins

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Irie shifted slightly as the man held him to fix his clothes. Being drunk makes Irie extra sensitive on everything; the slightest touch made him shiver visibly. The blonde slept peacefully in his room as the two young men carried on drinking through the night.

 

At that same time, Irie's younger brother Irumi arrived at the Tsukishima household. The tall man in suit emerged from the black Mercedes and rushed inside the house looking all too agitated about the news he brought for his father.

 

 

 

The Tsukishima house is one of the well preserved traditional homes in the area even being in the midst of the city. The yard was well-kept with beautiful water features on either side of the paved pathway to the main door. The wooden sliding doors were still sturdy, withstanding the constant slamming of angry, hot-headed yakuza members that resides in this house, including Irumi.

 

"Oyaji!"

 

The dark-haired young man called out as he saw his father sitting on his usual spot reading some paperwork. The old man looked serene and calm and wasn't startled upon the sudden entrance of his second son in his home office.

 

"You still don't know how to knock, do you, Irumi?" said the seemingly bored man with a sigh, not bothering to avert his eyes from the papers.

 

"It's about Nii... I now know where he lives."

 

With this, the old man lifted his face and rose an inquisitive brow. Tsukishima Haruhiko still seems to be unimpressed with Irumi's efforts.

 

"That is because you hired someone to find him. I could have done that myself." the old man flipped a page on the papers. "So? How is he doing? Did he lose weight or something?"

 

Irumi cringed at the tone his father gave him. "He seems to be doing well but his height never changed since he left the house and still skinny. He dyed his hair blond for Christ's sake. Now he looks more feminine than ever."

 

"You mean he looks more like his mother now? That boy... head as hard as ever." the old man chuckled and placed the papers down to focus on the young man in front of him. "Irumi, you should be more polite when talking about your brother more. After all, he is older than you. I'm sure he's living a good life now, so i'm thinking it's best not to bother him for a while."

 

This infuriated Irumi. "Father, how about your succession? Didn't you say he'll replace you as head of the group? And heck, I saw how he's living. And his so called friends... One is a homeless person. Isn't that dangerous?"

 

The old man clasped his hands together and smirked at Irumi. "A homeless man can't be harmful. He's got nothing, what is there to fear? Pipe down. And about my succession on the group, don't worry. He will come to us himself. Not now, but soon." The head of the house stood up and stretched his arms a bit before beaming a rather joyful smile at the second son. "Now quit bothering your older brother. Instead of obsessing with him, why don't you attend those omiai I set you up with and give me grandchildren already? I can't wait to finally hear children laughing about and those small footsteps running around the house. I have a feeling your brother won't be able to grant that wish of mine. Hahaha!"

 

"Oyaji... you are so complicated." Irumi thought and dismissed himself deciding to turn in early tonight.

 

 

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Morning came and Irie woke up rather refreshed than having a raging hangover. The blond tried to recall everything that happened and it slowly came to him that he had revealed his identity to his friends last night; even showing his tattoos on his back. Blushing heavily, he looked around, grabbing his towel and a change of clothes before coming out of his room. As expected, the two other male were sleeping peacefully in the living room with Kenta on the floor snoring loudly and Lee on a chair.

 

The house is a mess but Irie didn't mind one bit but rather he's pleased to experience a little difference today. His usual day-to-day activities finally had a change of pace when these two arrived. He couldn't help but feel a little shy when he saw Lee's sleeping face as he immediately recalled what happened last night, that he might have said something back then-- something embarrassing as Lee tucked him to bed.

 

He took a step forward and reached out to gently touch Lee's hair. Irie frowned, realizing it was indeed a wig. He could take a slight glimpse of the elastic band from underneath the hard hair strands.

 

"Why?" he thought.

 

Irie shook his head and buried it on the backrest of the chair close to Lee's face. "Looks like it's not just me who hides a skeleton in their closet, huh?" he whispered against the fabric of his couch. "This is wrong... So wrong. But I can't help but want to know more about you. But I can't... I shouldn't..."

 

 

 

 

 

 

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"..."

 

His eyes slowly fluttered open as he met a figure of a person in his daze. He groggily stretched his muscular arms and yawned to his heart's content. For a long five minutes he kept staring at the hovering figure beside him. When all of the night's happening finally flowed back through his memory, Lee shoot up and almost winced as he felt the world swirl around him. Vertigo was the last thing he'd wanted to experience.

 

"Fuck."

He cursed instantly wincing at the throbbing pain in his temples.

 

Speaking another string of curses his eyes surveyed the place and all his mutterings stop as soon as his eyes met Irie's. Lee couldn't help but smile at the blond who was staring at him oddly. It might be not the worst hangover he'd experience but a hangover is a hangover and he needed it to go away.

 

"Can I please have a water, Irie?"

he kindly asked as he doe-like eyes stared at Irie, hoping his wiles would work.

 

Lee's face was then slumped at the table as he stared at the back of the blond. His eyes scanning at him like he was some kind of a bar code.

 

---what the am I doing checking him out!?

 

In his daze he shook his head vehemently and grab the glass of water after a brief thank you. Chugging all of its contents, Lee stared at the fallen soldier, Kenta, who was still dozing off peacefully at the floor. He grimaced at the position Kenta slept and he bet a million bucks when the guy wakes up, it'll be painful as hell.

 

"Let me help with the cleaning, Irie."

he stared again at Irie for a minute wondering if the blond would gladly let him help clean all the mess they've made.

 

His intuition was still battling because it's kind of awful not helping the guy. Since Lee and Kenta were the primary suspects turning the once spick and span room into something nasty.

 

Now that he'd remember from that chunk of his memory, Irie did admit that he was affiliated with the Yakuza. Hell! he was the effin' successor. Lee couldn't believe that a guy like Irie would be a member to such organization. Not that he's judging him from his appearance it's just his attitude screamed the opposite. And the fact that mafia people were loaded hinders the fact that he's going to give some of his physical assets since Irie helped him somehow. And Lee breach another thought of what to offer to Irie instead of money or something valuable.

 

--man, if it doesn't get any complicated.

He thought sarcastically and sighed.

 

Snapping from those thoughts, he continued helping Irie into cleaning the mess as he smiled at the guy who was staring at him intently. His smile almost faltered as he tried to analyze the sudden change of Irie's attitude. He was smart enough to know that Irie's mood changed but not perrfect enough to know the real reason behind it.

 

"So what's the scheduled activity for today? If you don't mind me asking."

He almost slap himself mentally considering that's the words he usually asks his secretary at the beginning of the day.

 

 

How he wished he could stay at this warm place but that would be considered cheating, Lee thought.

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Anyone who wakes up with someone hovering in front of you like that-- a stranger nonetheless, would definitely freak out. Irie's eyes flung open and moved away upon hearing the man cry out from his headache. Hangover, of course. He bit his lip and stood up, trying to hide his embarrassment. He didn't want the male to think he's being a creeper of any sort.

 

"Good uh... Good morning." he muttered lightly. The shy facade was then replaced by a small childish grin when his attention was shifted to the sleeping man on the floor. Kenta sure did drink a lot last night. 'Oh that's right. He was talking about his ex.' Irie thought.

 

Lee asked for water and basically the blond couldn't refuse that begging, doe eyes that Lee had used to him from the very beginning of their meeting. He smiled and simply nodded, then quickly turned and leaned down to get water from the fridge, oblivious of the other's eyes scanning him. This was yet another first for Irie. Fetching water for someone who had stayed over for the night. Not that he's complaining. It made him feel nice. His thoughts were in a trance before he realized the water begin to overflow from the glass.

 

'Shoot.'

 

The blond stood there silently as he watched the man chug the glass of water; watching some droplets trickle down the man's lips to his throat. Anyone who sees Irie's dazed expression would definitely mistaken him as a weirdo with a habit of staring closely at people or maybe no one told him that staring too much is plain rude. But truth be told, Irie is just a harmless, low-key man who likes to enjoy such rare eye-candies. It just happens that Lee is more than just an eye-candy-- he is an extremely attractive not to mention mysterious homeless guy.

 

The man offered him to clean the house in which Irie only gave a small nod before turning around and picking up the plates they used from the barbecue and putting it in the sink. He handed Lee a black trashbag for the beer cans and other rubbish but then, he kept his distance and keeps on avoiding the man's eyes as if something is pulling him back from starting a conversation with him. The fact that he found Lee, a hobo, was talking with some men in suits yesterday at the park and the fact that Lee is wearing a wig made his curiosity a run for their money. Or was he just thinking too much? Just when he wanted to put everything to rest, Lee made a comment. A Freudian slip maybe? Something formal. Something his father would say to his secretary. He wasn't able to give an answer right away as things shook him in that moment.

 

"Uh, well. Nothing much. Just... Maybe after cleaning the house, I'll visit the convenience store. I didn't give a proper excuse to the manager yesterday so."

 

The blond was visibly shaken from things that the glass he picked up from the table slipped from his grip and fell on the floor. Even the shattering of the glass didn't wake the slumbering Kenta in the living room.

 

"I'm sorry. I'll clean it up-- AH! Ow!"

 

At this moment, Lee sees the blond stumbling and leaning against a chair with his foot up and slightly bleeding from the broken glass.

 

Great. This is your future yakuza leader wincing in pain with just a piece of broken glass on his foot.

 

 

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"Are you ok?"

He rushed like a train towards Irie while tiptoeing at the broken glasses all over the place.

 

In one fluid motion, he scoop the blond, carrying Irie in a bridal style just to keep him away from the dreaded pieces of glass scattered all over the place. Lee, without asking Irie's permission, barged inside the blond's room.

 

Arriving at the cozy and warm room, Lee slowly placed Irie atop the calming mattress.

 

"Ahm, Just wait a minute, Irie. I'll get the Kit."

he rushed and disappeared at the doorway.

 

Fuck. Lee couldn't help but mutter some profanities upon seeing that porcelain skin smeared by that crimson fluid. Lee wasn't afraid of seeing blood gushing but just a quick view of a wounded Irie made him rush towards the counters. In rush, he opened all of the cabinets; whether it be the top-shelf, the fridge or anywhere. Spotting a red square box atop the left cabinet beside the fridge with a white cross, Lee immediately grab the offending object and rushed back towards the room.

 

"Whew, sorry that took so long." he huffed, wiping an invisible sweat on his forehead.

 

He immediately grabbed the wounded foot and placed it carefully atop his knee as he bend in front of Irie, closely inspecting the wound.

 

"This may hurt a little. I'm gonna pull the small shard, m'kay?"

Without Irie's answer and without counting from 1 to 3 Lee immediately shoved the tweezers inside, eliminating the shard from the broken skin. He knew Irie would wince, but he didn't want to prolong the agony.

 

Lee even admit to himself that if he was a freakin' nurse, he'd never be the gentle type since his hands aren't feathery. After dressing the wound, Lee slowly stared at Irie and smiled reassuringly.

 

"It's done. Sorry if I'm a bad nurse."

he chuckled dryly as he slowly placed Irie's wound at the bed. He stared at the poor excuse of bandages wrapping loosely at Irie's foot and internally cry at the pathetic dressing he'd made.

 

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The wound indeed made Irie wince in pain but his surprise was greater when the man suddenly scooped him up in those sturdy arms and solid chest. He could not hide his blush from the embarrassment, his hands finally got a feel of those lovely pectorals he'd seen yesterday. The man took a shower last night so it stripped off the grime; now replaced of what would be the man's natural scent-- like a fresh musk.

 

Too bad he had to be settled down on his bed and end his little day dream.

 

" Y-you don't have to--"

 

Before he could even complete his sentence, the man had fled off the room and basically searched every nook and cranny of his kitchen. He shook his head and just let the man do his thing. Taking a glance on the wound, he scowled. He kept still until the man rushed back with the medicine kit. The look on Lee's face is priceless, he couldn't help but smile.

 

"It's really not that bad-- Ah!"

 

The man's hand isn't the lightest and digging for the stubborn piece off his flesh made Irie squirm, almost letting a flow of curses on the man's ear while gripping on Lee's shoulder.

 

And then the bastard piece of a glass is finally off. Lee sure means business.

 

The bandaging part was awkward, given that they were both quiet and seeing the loosely wrapped gauze made it even worse. But Irie never complained, instead he reached a hand over Lee's cheeks and smiled gently.

 

"Thank you Lee-san."

 

As his fingertips brushed at the wig, he looked away, his once gentle eyes were replaced with doubt. Irie leaned to fix the bandage before signing deeply.

 

"Lee-san... I was just wondering..." He started. His tone was serious. "Are you by any chance... Why are you--"

 

His sentence was cut off when Kenta cried out.

 

"Fucking shit! Who left these broken glass lying around here! Ow my head! I need water..."

 

As usual. Kenta's being loud early in the morning. Irie sighed and smiled at Lee.

 

"Never mind. I'll go clean that up. I'm so clumsy at times."

 

 

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Irie's unfinished words had started to bug the entrepreneur. If Kenta didn't interfere he could definitely know what Irie wanted to ask. And by the looks from the blonde, it was relatively important yet Lee was afraid to ask what Irie was supposed to ask.

 

--damnit, so confusing.

He scratched his head out of dismay.

 

As he stared at Irie's retreating back, he knew he was already prolonging his stay and that would be bad. Irie's humble abode was warm unlike his modernize penthouse with only minimal furniture on display. They were simply a stark proof that they live in different worlds. An entrepreneur that was pretending to be a hobo that befriended a denial yakuza. The situation seems laughable.

 

Casting a glance at the wall clock, Lee stood and went towards Irie. He needed to go for the completion of the deal. Damn. That Malibu villa of Oscar was definitely the thing to complete his collection.

 

"Irie, I would like to thank you for letting a hobo like me to stay at your house but I really need to go."

he stared at the blond sincerely.

 

It saddened Lee greatly that he would be leaving Irie but he knew Oscar wouldn't stop pestering him not unless the guy would see him back to his post. He might be wearing his usual poker face but Lee's mood dampen. And he wanted to know if Irie did take the job as his new worker of his company.

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"Irie, I would like to thank you for letting a hobo like me to stay at your house but I really need to go." *

 

As much as Irie wanted the man to stay longer, he shouldn't make a fool of himself anymore. Maybe Lee will go back to his usual post at the park where they first met or maybe somewhere Irie wouldn't know. It saddened him just thinking about not being able to see Lee anymore after this, but Irie put a smile on his face and nodded.

 

"Alright. I-It was nice having your company. I'm sure Kenta thinks so too."

 

He paused for a bit, looking past the man's shoulder before focusing back on his face with an almost blank expression, wanting to say parting words, but he can't. Somehow, he knew deep inside him that they'll see each other again. For a homeless man, this city is not that big to not cross paths.

 

"Well, thank you, Lee-san. Good bye..."

 

As soon as Lee left his house, he found himself sitting on the edge of his bed.

 

"You have a crush on him, don't you?" Suddenly, Kenta's voice interrupted the blonde's silence that brought his pale face to a tint of red. The dark haired man stood on the bedroom's door with a sandwich on his hand and a glass of water on the other. Irie raised a brow at the sight.

 

"What? No I don't. I just met him." Irie said, avoiding the man's eyes.

 

Kenta rolled his. "You met a guy not too long ago and you invite him to a drinking party. He's an eye candy even for a homeless man. You sure you don't have a crush on him?"

 

Irie was about to protest but no words left his mouth. He obviously ran out of excuses. Kenta may be right. He stood up and rubbed his face, as if trying to make the blush go away.

 

"You know I think I prefer the drunk you and not this full-of-sass-sober-you-going-on-in-the-morning person. But thanks for coming, Kenta. I hope we could do this again some time soon."

 

"With Lee too, yeah?"

 

"Ah.. That. I don't think it'll happen again."

 

"Sure it will. The young oyabun can get whatever he wants, right?" Kenta said in a teasing manner. He finished his sandwich and went back to the kitchen to tidy up.

 

Irie rolled his eyes. He never wanted to take over the group and right now all he wanted to know is whether he got the job or not. Which reminded him to take a glance on his phone.

 

And that one unread message hit and suddenly gave weird collywobbles in his stomach. It was from the Montclair company. He got the job and he's been asked to come in this afternoon for his orientation.

 

"This day sure is full of surprises. Probably mystery too. I should get ready."

 

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12:00. That time Lee returned to the park with the idea of spending the remaining hours watching people go into a picnic or the usual dating setup. Yet Oscar seems to have something in mind the moment he brought Alexander Ivanenko with him. The man was standing firmly beside Oscar, his posture rigid and meant business. Once the grey-haired Russain caught a glimpse of Montclaire, he stiffly nodded as the both of them approached the nearby shed. Whether he noticed the CEO's strange fashion, Ivanenko had the professional look on his face while staring at Lee.

 

"So I'll ask Josephine to call the engineers to construct our conference room in this park," Oscar joked but judging from Lee's glare, the blonde zipped his mouth shut.

 

"Как дела саша?*"

Lee greeted his long-time friend and partner as the three of them settled down.

 

Not having much of the pleasantries, Alexander dared not beat around the bush as the both of them spoke in rapid Russian. As they conversed, Lee's brows furrowed as Alexander relayed the problem in hand. It was the Russian branch of Montclaire that have a problem in regards of the Lebedev Maritime. The contract wasn't still signed and the Lebedev's and Montclaire's are having a hard time to sew a new contract since the CEO wasn't around in the joint meeting. Lee could mentally kick himself, he obviously knew that playing around too much would cause negative consequences.]

 

Alexander might be the general manager managing the branch but without Lee's presence ironing the creases of a problem, sure both companies dwell with endemic instability. After grueling hours of discussing the problem in hand at a public park, Ivanenko left the place and waited for Lee's promise to visit Russia as soon as possible.

 

"Maan, Lee you're going to Russia right!? Can I tag along. It's been years since I've seen Kremlin."

 

"Shut up. "

He shove the middle finger at Oscar who didn't even cared at all as he continued his childish blabber.

 

"I guess it can't be helped, it's too much for Montclaire to have their CEO gone for a while."

 

"Fuck and I even wanted to slack off and laze around,"

 

"Since when did becoming a hobo become your relaxation, you weirdo,"

 

The both of them exchanged the usual set of insulting banters before they could go back to the hangar where Lee's jet was park. He'd also wanted to take a decent bath and a pair of clothes but that can wait inside the aircraft. Once he's going to set foot in Russia, he meant business and that includes his professional-cold-CEO facade. It might take three days for him to go back to Kyoto but Lee felt a nagging feeling that he left someone.

 

Someone rather important.

 

 

 

 

*how're you, Sasha?

 

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It's probably weird to be having an orientation this late in the afternoon but who's Irie to pass up this rare opportunity? At Montclaire? Irie barely even hoped that he'd be accepted because of his crappy answers during the interview but then, he might have said something right. Who knows?

 

'What was his name again? Shit, I already forgot. Was it Kawashima? Kawamura? Damn, I'm really nervous... Get it together, Irie. It's Montclaire or back at the crappy convenience store stint.

 

 

Kenta had told him a few words about the company but it's all about the women working there and this young CEO that is cold to almost everybody. Well, aren't CEOs supposed to be like that? Cold, serious façade with very polished movements and suave ways of talking. It's also something his own father requires him to be as his future heir but Irie is way far from being suave and polished.

 

From where he sat, he saw the familiar man approaching him with the same rushed look on his face. The man is tall, his hair cut short and clean. He seems very laid back even for a salary man from wearing a casual V-neck white T-shirt underneath the formal suit jacket. One can say he's easy on the eye, especially with a smile that can cheer up everyone's bad day.

 

Irie stood up and reached his hand to shake the other's before bowing politely.

 

"Kawamura-san. Thank you very much for this opportunity. I really appreciate it."

 

The man gladly accepted the hand and shook it gently, returning the light bow.

 

"Oh of course, Tsukishima-san. Thank you for coming in even in such short notice. Shall we? I have to introduce you to the other staff and so we can start with your first task and have your records in our HR department. How old are you again?"

 

"I'm 25."

 

"Aah, it's good you're still young. We really need young people feedbacks on projects, you know? Last time I checked, the recent COGS presentation for our clients in the Chinese branch was a disaster because apparently, the business partners said it needs to be 'more appealing'. Can you believe that? Ugh."

 

Irie furrowed his brows upon hearing the man rant about their previous presentation.

 

"The word 'appealing' is subjective, Kawamura-san. What may be appealing to them may not be appealing to us. They should have just given you concise description of what they really wanted and not vague signs. Ah. The mysteries of Advertising."

 

Kawamura's face lightened up from the blonde's words but then rolled his eyes upon hearing the latter part.

 

"I just wish its that easy, Tsukishima-san, but I'm glad we're on the same page in that." The tall male opened a frosted glass door before Irie revealing a nice sleek pantry.

 

"And this is the pantry. You can bring your own lunch but we have free food and snack here. Its one of the best things that I love here." He said rather quickly before turning and suddenly bumping into a smaller guy with glasses. Paperworks flew all over the floor and the man lost his balance from avoiding on stepping on them. Irie blinked rapidly in surprise before helping the poor guy pick his things.

 

"Jesus Christ, Aki. You really need to work on your presence.. Here, let me help you."

 

"Sir, our CEO is scheduled for a meeting with the Lebedev Maritime tomorrow and I still can't get in touch with the secretary in Russia branch for his accommodation. What should I do?" The young man spoke in his soft voice.

 

"That should have been handled two days ago! What's Oscar doing..."

 

Kawamura let out a series of mumbles before helping the young man stand on his feet. "Oh by the way, Aki, this is Tsukishima, Irie. Our new employee in Design Department. Tsukishima-san, this is Kurosaki, Akito. My liaison.. Sort of. He will gather your information and social security numbers and all that."

 

The young man looked puzzled. He seem really lost at the moment. "I-I am?"

 

"Yes you are. And you are also bringing him to the HR for his records. Now run along. I'll take this and meet Oscar in a few. Welcome to Montclaire, Tsukishima-san! Let's get along well."

 

Irie had an awkward smile plastered on his face as he watched the two banter casually like close friends which he finds really refreshing. He have a good feeling he'll enjoy working here. One thing he also noticed was almost all of the employee working on their department have colored hair. He really felt he belong in this place but seeing his reflection in one of the glass doors, he knew he had to fix something. Maybe going back to his natural hair color would make a huge difference and a sign of the start for his new found purpose.

 

"And maybe when I meet Lee-san again, he would appreciate the change... Wait... Why do I even want his approval?"

 

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