Everyday, I'm Shuffling.

A continuation of the adventures of Akihito and Koga, (Midnight Kid and DJ Siren), along with a very over protective and sometimes jealous Asami Ryuichi.

Well, I have decided on a sequel for Midnight Kid, purely because of the potential, so here is the prologue.

For those of you just reading, you will have to read my other fic, Midnight Kid, to understand this one.

To readers continuing the journey with me, welcome aboard and do let me know what you think.

Without further adieu…

To say that Takaba Akihito was content was an understatement, heck, he was happy. As happy as you could be for a criminal photographer turned world famous DJ whose lover was the most powerful underworld figure in Asia.

He no longer had to worry about scoops (though he did shoots on request, he did still love photography after all), he didn't have to worry about money anymore as he did when he was still trying and failing to get a scoop. He just had to accept the world wasn't black and white, and that Asami was the lesser of two evils.

He didn't need to worry about his wallet, so much so that Koga dragged him to the BMW lot and forced him to buy a matching car to his, a 2014 BMW M4 coupe, his nut case friend then tried to drag him to the Audi place after that… Koga loved cars, and he had a few, but that's when Akihito put his foot down. He didn't need two cars.

The look on Asami's, Kirishima's and Suoh's face when he pulled into the underground parking lot at home was hilarious, and totally worth all that money.

Suoh asked to take it for a spin once he got over the fact that the brat had bought the car he wanted, Kirishima just sputtered for a bit before he finally gave up, sighed, and went inside.

Asami just laughed, which only made Kirishima walk towards the building faster, his boss was weird when it came to Akihito, but when it came to Akihito being Midnight Kid, he wasn't sure his boss was at home in the head.

In six months, Akihito had been to Germany, London, America, and places all over Japan(Mikhail Arbatov was still nagging Asami to let Koga and Akihito play in Russia), he didn't play very often, he didn't want to disturb Asami's work too much, also for fear is his identity getting out, but when he did the events went off, with big names, big crowds, and old friends which were also big names.

The best sorts of gigs, Koga had come with him for most of them, much to Asami's chagrin, but it was a little difficult to work a giant outdoor arena by yourself, there were new elements, such as fire works and flame throwers which needed specific attention, so the two of them worked together.

Though Asami made sure their rooms were on opposite ends of the hotel after the first time Asami came out from the shower to find Akihito and Koga emptying the mini bar in their room, oblivious to Asami's irritation.

There were constant new surprises to Asami that came with his lover being Midnight Kid that made him make that thoughtful face, and Akihito relished every one, Koga too when he was there to see them, Koga thought it was fucking hilarious actually.

The past 6 months had been the most… normal time of their relationship, if that's what you'd call it, Asami could finally accept Akihito's line of work (only just, the way Akihito danced on stage pissed him off to no end), and Akihito wasn't a constant pest in Asami's business, it worked out pretty well, for once.

Asami still had his over protective crime boss thing going on, it reared its ugly head whenever Akihito went out still, or whenever Akihito went out joy riding just for shits and giggles in his new car, and he still loomed dangerously whenever anyone got too close, the first time Akihito got hugs and kisses from some chicks in America at an after party, who Akihito didn't even know either by the way, he thought heads were going to roll until Kirishima stepped in.

Koga nearly pissed himself that time.

Yes, he was happy.

Happy that he was going out tonight, not for work, just out for fun.

He was going out with someone no one would expect him too six months ago, his new manager and friend, Sudou Shuu.

Manager wasn't really the right word for it though, he was more like the intermediary between people and Midnight Kid.

Akihito couldn't take calls himself, because then it would just be too easy for people to connect the dots and figure out that Midnight Kid was Takaba Akihito.

Sudou over heard a conversation he and Koga were having one night after a gig at Asami's club, Fuse, which he managed, Koga kept trying to handle the work load of managing himself and Akihito, but Akihito felt bad, because Koga's phone had been ringing off the hook for the last six months.

That was when Sudou stepped in and said that he'd handle all the Japanese events if it was alright with Asami, and it was.

Asami was hesitant at first, given the fact that Sudou harbored bad feelings for Akihito in the past, but took credit in the notion that Sudou had kept the secret from Asami on Akihito's request, even helping the blonde escape his boss on occasions. That spoke volumes.

Sudou was a fan of Midnight Kid, and Akihito swore he heard Sudou fanboy when Akihito hung up from Asami and relayed the information to the model turned manager that it was fine with Asami.

Sudou actually wanted the extra workload of managing Akihito's calendar.

It was an unexpected turn of events, but the two had become friends over the time they sat down to work out playing dates and schedules for Akihito, so much so that Sudou asked Akihito to come to an event with him tonight.

It was an event Akihito would have killed to cover as a photographer, actors and models would be going, the opening of a new club in Shibuya, one that Asami didn't own, Koga would be DJing, so it promised to be a fun night. Even though the no dancing while not DJing rule still applied to Akihito, god dammit.

He dried his hair messily, pulled on some shredded blue jeans with some dress shoes, slipped on a tight white shirt and a grey hooded, singlet over top, grabbed his car keys and made for the door to pick Sudou up.

Just as he was walking to his car, his cell phone rung, and seeing that it was Asami, he answered.

"Yeah?" he said, jingling his keys to find the remote to unlock his car.

"Where are you going?" came the question at the sound of Akihito's keys.

"Huh? I'm going out with Shuu to that club in Shibuya." Akihito said as he sat down in his BMW.

"Shuu?" came the drawled name in question.

"Yeah, Koga is playing so we thought it would be fun to go and check it out." Akihito answered, clueless.

"I see."

"Is that a problem?" the blonde asked in a flat tone, finally registering their odd conversation.

"It's only a problem if you don't behave, Akihito." Asami warned.

Akihito scoffed before answering sarcastically, "I promise to be on my best behavior, lord Asami."

"Akihito." Came the second cold warning.

"Yeah yeah, I got it, you controlling geezer, I'm going now, or I'll be late picking up Shuu, catchya later, Salami." Akihito hung up before Asami could growl a remark at the nickname.

Koga had used it once, resulting in Akihito having a fit of hysteric laughter, and the nickname stuck from then on.

Asami had no idea where it came from, which made it even funnier, because if he found out it was from Koga, he would hate it even more.

He drove off from the underground parking lot snickering the word salami to himself, when halfway to Sudou's he wondered what Asami actually rung for.

Meh, he'd find out when he got home, can't have been that important if Asami didn't tell him.