READER'S DISCRETION ADVISED

THIS STORY CONTAINS MAN ON MAN, WOMAN ON WOMAN, GRAPHIC SCENES, RAPE, GORE, SMUT, STRONG LANGUAGE, RACISM, AND USAGE OF DRUGS.

DISCLAIMER

I DO NOT OWN THE FINDER SERIES OR SOME OF THE CHARACTERS.

ALSO

SOME OF THE SCENES AND PLOT WAS INSPIRED BY Business As Usual by Kadzuki Fuchoin. TO WHICH SHE HAS GIVEN ME HER PERMISSION TO USE.

Every firework begins with one spark.

^anonymous

The room is dark and silent when the digital numbers on the clock read midnight. The curtains gently sway as a breeze sifts through the cracked open window. And the pale rays of the moon bathe the sofa bed just beneath.

The silence is shattered by a vibrating hum, and a small light shining from the nightstand pierces through the darkness. A groan curses out and sheets ruffle as the exhausted body resting within the bed's comfort moves under the covers. A hand works itself out from underneath and reaches for the cellular. The device is brought close to tired eyes looking out from the mess of sheets, a thumb slides across the screen to open the notification. After a moment the occupant shot upright as they stare at the phone's screen.

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IMMEDIATE TARGET PRIORITY

Class: A

Name: Akihito Takaba

Sex: Male

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Blue

Height: 5'08

Weight: 132lb

DOB: May 5, 1984

Profession: Freelance photographer

Objective: Capture

Contract Amt: $50,000,000

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"Huh. Today is the Sumidagawa Fireworks Festival. It's already that time of year." Akihito takes a bite of his toast and continues to read the flyer. He turns in his seat as Asami walks into the living room wearing sweatpants and drying his hair with a towel. "Any chance we'll be able to see the fireworks from here?"

"Maybe," is the yakuza's apathetic response.

"Ah… that expression definitely means you think fireworks are for kids!" Akihito states. "They're the flowers of every summer festival. They epitomize the beauty of summer in Japan."

Not saying a word, Asami walks off around the corner.

"I used to go to the festivals with my friends because a lot of girls go dressed in yukatas, " Akihito says. "But we could never impress them. It was so humid and hot, mosquitoes were everywhere, and I even lost my wallet once."

Asami reappears around the corner as he is pulling on his shirt.

"I don't have good memories but somehow the fireworks still get me really excited."

"Hmph," Asami responds with a smirk as he takes a seat at the table.

"You smiled." Akihito grins childishly.

"We should be able to see the fireworks quite well from the terrace. So this year you won't need to worry about getting bitten by mosquitoes."

"They start at eight tonight. Can you come home early to watch them with me?"

Asami takes a drink of coffee from his mug before answering. "I'll be busy."

"I figured." Akihito takes a sip of his orange juice to hide his disappointment.

"Well, I suppose it's fine coming back for an early dinner once in a while. Do you want to eat anything particular?"

"Really!?" Akihito says joyfully.

"Although I'll probably only have time for something quick."

"I'll buy some beer!"

Asami takes another drink of his coffee, it's settled.

"It's at eight," Akihito says with an excited smile. "Don't forget!"

The day goes by in a blur. Despite having to put up with the endless snobbish demands of models, it doesn't dull Akihito's excitement for the event. Now he only has this one last photo shoot.

"I told you I'm not wearing something this ugly!" the model whines.

"But Emi-chan, this is what the sponsors want." her manager soothes.

"Nooo!"

Akihito stands silently behind his tripod, camera set up and ready for who knows how long, and watches the squabble.

"Don't be so obstinate, it's not that bad." The manager continues.

"Then you wear it!"

Akihito checks his watch. I won't make it… there's nothing I can do I guess. I should text him that I'm stuck and can't come home yet. He takes his phone out and does just that.

After pressing send and snapping his phone shut a loud boom sounds from outside.

"Oh, the fireworks." One of the two fellow crew members says.

"Nooo, " Emi whines. "The fireworks have started and I'm still here! Damn!"

"Emi-chan you're to be commended working so hard while others are having fun!" says the manager.

I wonder if Asami's watching them right now….

WARNING

MAN ON MAN

"I'm home, " Akihito says after entering the penthouse.

Disappointment affects his face as the door clicks closed behind him. He toes off his shoes and begins to make his way to the kitchen for a snack. He then stops when he notices something on the dining table, moving closer he finds that it's a neatly folded yukata.

"Over here, " a familiar voice calls out.

Looking over, Akihito finds someone sitting in one of the wood chaise chairs out on the terrace. Making his way out he finds that it is none other than Asami, already dressed in a yukata and cooling himself down with a small hand-fan. He notices the bucket of ice containing a few beers and two wine glasses on the small table.

"I- I'm sorry, " Akihito says a bit confused. "Were you waiting for me?"

"Hurry up and get changed, " Asami says as he cools himself down. "It'll begin soon."

Akihito quickly goes back inside and changes into the yukata, right as he steps back out onto the terrace a series of whistling fills the air. The fireworks burn with impatience towards the sky then, at the speed of a camera flash, they burst and vivid colors ignite the otherwise black sky. Akihito watches with an astonished expression as the fiery blooms send sparks into the air, creating wonderful designs amongst the stars.

He looks over his shoulder at Asami. "H- how?! It's already past ten. Don't tell me you did this? Aren't you angry?"

"Who's angry?" The yakuza simply responds.

I guess not…

Akihito goes over and sits on the empty chaise chair. The two open a couple beers, toast, and watch the display. The fireworks continue to burst above, searing their brilliant light and vivacious color onto Akihito's retinas. Each one draws a breathtakingly unique pattern into the sky. No matter how many are ignited and sent to their skyward bound destiny, never one is repeated exactly.

Suddenly Asami pulls his lover's seat closer. A blush creeps over Akihito's cheeks as the yakuza leans over, their faces just inches away from each other.

"The flowers of every summer festival, hmm?" Asami says in a sultry tone. "Not bad…."

The yakuza cradles Akihito's head and pulls him in for a kiss.

Their lips move in perfect sync. Akihito's entire body is taken over by an overwhelming feeling of relief, combined with eccentric passion and lust. He soon feels Asami's hand slowly slide into the folds of his yukata, caressing his chest. Time feels to go by unnoticed… and the next thing Akihito knew he is holding onto the railing with a pair of strong, sweaty hands gripping his ass.

"Aah… ah! Asami!" he moans as the man slowly slides his large member into him. "J- just for this… how much did you spend?"

"It's important to you, isn't it?" Asami says with a smirk as he encloses himself completely into the supple body. "This part of you is also appreciating it."

The downstairs neighbors are gonna hear us! Akihito thought to himself. Without thinking, he moves and reaches back, running his fingers through Asami's hair.

"You're tighter than usual, " Asami whispers huskily into his ear. He snakes his hand inside the draping fabric that is Akihito's yukata and wraps his fingers around his hard manhood.

"I- idiot… you're the worst. Ah!"

A reflective gleam reveals the location of an onlooker in a distant building.

Through the telescopic lens of an assault rifle does the assassin watch the two lovers on the terrace. Their hand grips the gun tightly, and they turn their attention towards the other side of the river where a group of men are working up a different kind of sweat. They can distinguish the pyrotechnician as he scolds the man with glasses to hurry up and light the next fuse. And the other large man with scruffy gray hair looks to be a bit annoyed.

Soon the assassin lowers their rifle.

Despite the light coming from the exploding fireworks, nothing about their appearance can be revealed- not even their gender can be determined. They are wearing a loose fitting jacket with the hood pulled over their head, though not enough to conceal their face within its obscurity. No, their face is well effectively hidden by some kind of mask that hides the bottom half of their face, and a headband that is tilted so it covers their right eye.

Their left exposed eye looks back up detestably at the penthouse.

BRIEF WORD FROM THE AUTHOR

Sorry if its a bleh and short, I was just super bored and couldn't find a place to put it in my other fanfic Bird In The Viewfinder which can be found on my Wattpad account. Hope you enjoyed it anyway:)