AN: so this fic is pretty OOC. The idea has been bugging me for a while, so here I am posting it. I have a thing with giving Akihito guns I think…. anyway.

"Oi, Mikhail, how long are the negotiations going to take with that Asami dude you mentioned?"

The younger Arbatov sat in his older brother Mikhail's 5 star hotel room in Tokyo, fiddling with his gun holders he had strapped across his chest.

His custom guns, a pair of Colt 1911 45s, were on the table in front of him.

They were a gift from Mikhail for his 23rd birthday, and his favorite weapons.

One was platinum plated, with black leather grips, tasteful engraved scrollwork highlighted the flat lines of the barrel, the other was the same design, except blackened steel with a mother of pearl grip.

The trigger on them was perfect, not too light and the sight markers were right on. The recoil was minimal and the automatic action was smooth and faultless, they were a deadly piece of art.

He cleaned them both daily, and never let them out of the same room as him.

"It depends Akihito, we won't be walking away until we're both happy with the terms, we could be a couple of days or a few weeks, these negotiations are important, we'll go snowboarding or something once it's all over." The Russian mobster slipped on his leather jacket, over holsters with matte black Colt's of his own cradled in them.

"You really should be coming to these negotiations, you're my second after all, and meant to be handling Japanese affairs in a few years. You need to show your face every now and then."

"You've given me enough work with South America and Britain to look after. Let me play this one time before we go back to Moscow."

He slipped his guns into holsters of his own and stood to put on his black bomber jacket with fur-lined hood.

"Haha. You're gonna go play in Tokyo all by yourself? What a loser." Mikhail teased, his eyes sparkling at his younger brothers eagerness to explore.

"Yeah, why not? I am sure I can find some drinking buddies in this giant city." He picked his hotel key up off the table and made for the door.

"Just watch yourself Akihito, we don't hold much influence with the police here remember, so don't give your name out, and no speaking Russian. Japanese and English only."

"I don't live under a rock Mikhail." Akihito deadpanned.

"I know, but I still see you as my cute little brother, nyah." Mikhail poked his tongue out. Akihito hated being called cute.

"Shuddup! I've got enough money on me to bribe my way out of anything so take a chill pill. Flick me text when it's done so I know you're all good. I'll see you in the morning…. Probably haha."

"Yeah, yeah. Get out pest, go terrorize Tokyo with your one man mob." Mikhail shouted after his brother, who flipped him the bird before slamming the door on his way out.

Mikhail Arbatov had to smile, though his little brother might seem aloof at times, even by the age of 23 he had proven himself capable of handling multiple countries and nationalities.

No one questioned him or his capabilities after he had shut down the Russian Rebels on the Ukraine border without Mikhail's help, the Russian Government was in debt to the Arbatov family after that one.

All the men loved working under him, his charisma and cheeky attitude rewarded him the utmost loyalty from their subordinates. He attracted people, he had this gleam in his eye and a spring in his step that drew people into his orbit unconsciously, Feilong had been the latest person to fall trap to that on their last trip to Hong Kong, he was pestering Mikhail for his contact number constantly.

Akihito was a firecracker, a free spirited adrenaline junkie, full of life, and emotions, but at the same time he could make snap decisions and handle conflict situations with ease.

In essence, he was the perfect little brother, the perfect Arbatov, he could let him have some fun before he pushed more responsibilities like Japan on him.

Asami Ryuichi would be in for a surprise when he passed Japanese relations to Akihito, it wasn't everyday you met someone like his younger brother in their business, someone who wasn't afraid to show what they were feeling, or crack stupid jokes at an important trade. He hoped he could be there for their first meeting to see the look on the mans face.

Akihito was happy, Mikhail had given him the night off, and the young blonde was going to make the most of it.

He knew it wouldn't be long until Mikhail handed him the reigns of a few more countries in Europe as well as Japan, he had been going on about it long enough.

He'd fit as much skydiving and base jumping in as he could before then, maybe he'd go to New Zealand for a few weeks after this, bungee jumping in Queenstown was always fun, and the sky diving in Taupo had a breath taking view of the mountain ranges, anything dangerous to get the blood pumping.

Asami Ryuichi or whatever his name was couldn't be that hard to deal with, so he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

In the meantime, he had to find a place to sit down and try some of this Japanese saké Mikhail kept raving on about.

He knew they were in a nice part of Tokyo, Shinjuku, there had to be a good place to drink around here.

He exited the hotel lobby and walked into the crisp air of the Japanese capital.

Soon enough, he found himself drinking with two men who called themselves Kou and Takoto, it was lucky Akihito's Japanese was good, because they didn't know a word of English.

They were fun, Takoto was a little serious, but Kou was hilarious, and the three of them got along really well even though Akihito was a complete stranger, he never had trouble making friends no matter what country he was in, no matter what language people spoke.

The quiet bar was starting to close, and at 11pm the night was only just getting started, so Akihito offered to pay for drinks elsewhere, the three men left to walk the streets of Tokyo in search of another haunt.

Akihito stopped outside of a place called Dracaena that seemed to be pumping, Kou and Takoto said they wouldn't be able to go in, something about bullshit membership cards or whatever.

In Russia there was no club or premises the Arbatov's weren't allowed, and it would be the same in Japan.

The guard on the door balked at his confidence as he swaggered up the steps with Kou and Takoto behind him, he slipped the guard a fat wad of cash, and was promptly let in with his two friends, easy as that.

They found a table in one of the corners and ordered a round of shots to pick up where they had left off at the previous bar.

Within a few hours, their one table had turned into 5 other tables joining onto theirs, countless people had joined in on their drinking games, and the laughter from the blonde foreigner in the middle of it all drew more people in.

The clubs manager, Sudou Shuu had wormed his way onto the seat next to the vivacious blonde, trying to get his attention, his name, which Akihito hadn't given anyone yet. Names weren't needed when you were having fun.

"BANZAI!" everyone cheered before downing another shot of tequila and promptly shoving a wedge of lime in their mouths.

"BANZAI!"

Asami looked to the corner of his club towards the cause of the commotion, all the local celebrities and models were gathered around a group of tables that were surrounding a table in the corner, not even in the VIP section.

He'd just finished the last of the negotiations with Mikhail Arbatov, and wanted to have a quiet drink while observing the workings of the club since he hadn't been here in a while, but it wouldn't be possible with the ruckus that was going on in the corner.

He quirked an eyebrow at another outburst of laugher from the group in the corner, and began to make his way over, Suoh and Kirishima in tow.

Sudou caught sight of him halfway and came to greet him before Asami made it to the group of people.

"What's this Sudou, I wasn't aware of an event on tonight." Asami queried before the blonde model could get a word in.

"There isn't, Asami sama, it's just a gathering, I don't even really know how it happened." Suduo explained.

That was when Asami saw it, he saw someone shift seats, which left him an unobstructed view of a young foreigner with a dazzling white smile and sparkling hazel eyes to go with it.

The blonde man wearing a black bomber jacket had everyone fixed on him, his laughter was contagious, his attitude infectious.

People revolved around this person, that's how it happened.

It was clear he didn't care what people thought about him, the way the girls eyed him up, he brushed them off with practiced ease, he was dressed in jeans and a casual jacket, in a place where everyone wore suits and dresses, yet he didn't look uncomfortable or out of place, a real diamond in a cluster of cheap glass.

Asami had never seen anyone like in his life, if there was someone like that in Tokyo, he would have known about it

"Who is he Sudou?"

"Ah that, I don't know Asami sama. He gave the doorman enough for his yearly salary and just walked right in. He has money sir, a lot."

So he hadn't used a membership card, meaning Asami couldn't just look up the name.

Asami Ryuichi very much wanted to know the young mans name.

Akihito startled as he felt his phone vibrate in his jeans pocket, he saw it was Mikhail calling, so excused himself from the group of people that he had no idea where they came from, and swiped the green button, missing the golden eyes boring down on him as he walked passed a tall man and Sudou to answer.

"Helloooo brother." He answered in drunken english.

"Haha, how much have you had to drink you booze hag?" his older brother questioned back in the same language.

"Not enough I tell you! These Japanese are trying to drink me under the table. Whadya want huh?" he made his way to a quiet hall, now fully aware of a man following him, drunk he may be, he was still an Arbatov, he never let his guard down.

"Negotiations were a piece of piss, we can go home tomorrow if you want or go somewhere else?"

"New Zealaaaaaaaaand!" Akihito said with glee, recalling his earlier thoughts.

"And you will bungee jump this time you chicken shit, even if I have to throw you off that damn bridge."

"Ugh, I'm never going to live that down. I'll have the jet readied for a flight to Auckland in the morning, so make sure you turn up ok runt?"

"Yuss, sweet deal, catch you in the morning shit stain."

"Be good you little shit." Mikhail laughed from the other line.

"Yeah yeah, when am I anything but." Akihito replied before finally hanging up, he turned to deal with the person he knew was following him, and collided straight into fabric concrete.

"Woah what the fuck." He said, still in english, he hadn't heard the man get that close, he was about to reach for his gun, but stopped in his tracks as he laid eyes on the most drop dead fucking gorgeous man he'd ever seen… Damn son.

The very definition of tall, dark and handsome, he had predatory gold eyes, and the bangin' body underneath that three piece suit was obvious. This man oozed danger from every pore, every inch of him reeked of restrained power, it had Akihito's adrenaline junkie blood pumping. He loved danger, he thrived in danger.

The man just stood there with an amused smirk on his face, a sexy as hell amused smirk. Maybe he didn't speak English?

"Take a picture, it lasts longer." He quipped in japanese as he felt the man look him up and down, he was starting to get quite hot in his bomber jacket, but taking it off wasn't an option, what with his guns underneath, dammit.

The tall man just chuckled and ohmigod even his laughter was attractive, deep and full sounding, genuine. Fuck.

"Join us for a drink would ya?" he asked the man, in japanese again.

"Fufu, maybe a little later. What's your name?" The man asked.

"Meh, who cares about names, my table's the noisy as hell one if you decide to join us alright big guy." Akihito stepped to the side and walked down the hall and into the main area once more, he would have self-combusted if he stayed any longer, he felt that hot gaze on his person the entire walk back to his table, where everyone greeted him with a cheer.

Asami stared after the striking young foreigner as he made his way back to the tables. What a perfect ass.

He spoke flawless English, and Asami understood every word of what he spoke on the phone.

Something about pushing someone off a bridge, and calling someone a shit stain of all things. He found himself chuckling again, indeed he had never met anyone like that in his life.

Asami knew they had eyed one another equally in the hall, and neither of them had been disappointed in what they found, the young man looked wild and untamed, up close there was something extra then just the laughs and smiles, the mans charisma was off the charts.

Asami hadn't been this excited in a long time, he wanted to play with the shiny new toy.

He settled at the bar with Suoh and Kirishima and watched the table's proceedings, catching the eye of the young man every now and then, not bothering to hide his intent.

The young man raised his drink to him with a brilliant straight-toothed smile, he met Asami's gaze with equal heat, but at the same time still held the people around him in the palm of his hand.

It was unconscious on Asami's part, but every time the group took a swig of their drinks, he found himself doing the same with the whiskey in his tumbler, the young mans attitude really was that catching.

He could watch him all night, the swish of the feathery blonde hair, those full lips take a sip from the bottle, the lines of his neck as he swallowed, the dip between his chest he could see over the v neck shirt.

Amazing… he was just amazing, it brought Asami's predator to the fore, he wanted to pin him down, leash him. Own him, make him scream.

It was 3am, and the party poopers around him were starting to trickle away, Kou and Takoto, the best drinking buddies of the lot, were leaving, and so Akihito wasn't keen on hanging around much longer either.

He decided he'd share a drink with the sexy dragon at the bar, well that's what he'd dubbed him in his head anyway. He felt his spine tingle every time their eyes met, but the man still hadn't come over.

He bid everyone goodbye, and made his way to the bar, his eyes locked with gold ones the whole walk over, his blood pumped harder with each step closer, this man was dangerous alright, Akihito was going to have fun tonight.