The Chairman's Girlfriend (REVISED)

I'm Blue

I'm Blue

Kiryu's aide was staring at him, bloodied in the face and incredibly swollen. Damage that he'd sustained trying to protect the Chairman's closest assets. Kiryu wanted to hit him for letting you leave but couldn't bring himself to do so.

"She doesn't deserve to be in the way of danger, sir. It's our job." His aide sighed, running his fingers through his hair and sighing with deep breaths. He was physically exhausted and running low on his fuel gauge.

A raw intimate moment between 2 men. One a superior and the other a subordinate. Whereby the subordinate stands up to his superior and challenges him. With no intention of causing disrespect. But merely so the superior realises the severity of the situation.

Kiryu's aide very rarely stepped out of line but today was a bit different. He was exhausted, hurting and incredibly upset that you'd been put in such a bad position on his watch.

"Where are you going?" Kiryu's aide asked in a frown.

"I'm going." You had your things in an overnight bag. "I'm not going to keep getting shot at."

"What?" Kiryu's aide stood up, following you to the door. "Where are you going to go?"

"Away. I can't stay here. I'm not prepared to die for grudges that people hold against Kiryu."

Worrying that he'd try and stop you, you were surprised when he handed you the keys to a car. But didn't question him. You just left and took the car with you.

Kiryu went out onto his balcony, greeted by the gentle grey rain and letting droplets of it glaze his face softly. Smoking a cigarette, removing his suit jacket and closing his eyes. He then looked down into the city and wondered if he could find you. Which car were you in, going where?

Later that evening, Kiryu had an event to go to. A dinner hosted by an acquaintance that Kiryu had done a massive favour for. Kiryu happily obliged but felt a bit lost without you by his side. Nonetheless, he wore a black suit and white shirt, making his way through. His bloodied aide accompanied him, with a forced blunt silence between them both.

The dinner was at some well to do restaurant in Minato which had a live audience singing. Three women on a stage, two holding guitars and one playing the drums. They were a well known rock band of early 90's. Wearing short gold dresses, barefoot, swinging around the stage and enjoying their lilts. It wasn't often Kiryu brushed his shoulders with celebrities.

It was a true honour to be led to his table by a gorgeous waiter and the owner of the restaurant. Who were actually very scared and very on edge about hosting a yakuza. Because, this was yakuza business tonight. And of course everyone in the city knew Kiryu. The Fourth Chairman. Taking his seat at a reserved table, Kiryu sat at the head and instantly put a cigarette in his mouth. His aide lit it up and Kiryu smoked whilst watching the band perform on stage. Enjoying the rock music which was unusual for an establishment like this.

While floating in a daydream filled with cigarette smoke and tipping his ashes into an ashtray on the table, Kiryu heard a group of laughter and turned to see it. It was a group of young women sat at a table near the window, smoking, drinking & laughing. But, amongst the vibrant crowd, he spotted a familiar head. You.

Now in the grand scheme of odds, how the fuck did you get here? Not a man to leave things to assumption, Kiryu pressed his cigarette into the ashtray and followed his basic instinct of walking over to your table. Leaving his aide behind and gesturing for them to stay where they were.

Kiryu smiled and every head turn to look at him, even yours. But you masked your reaction so well because you acted like you didn't know him. He didn't care what your friends thought, he wanted to know why you were following him. So he extended his hand. To you.

"Will you dance with me?" He asked.

"Sure." You followed him, leaving your friends behind and going onto a busy dance floor which had various people dancing oddly. Nothing rhythmic, people enjoying themselves and genuinely enjoying the rock music of the 90's with a 60's twist.

So, you did the same. You danced with no rhythm but enough to keep up with the music. Shaking your body, twisting your legs, weaving your body around. He followed your lead and you both stuck close together to be able to each other over the electric guitar.

"What are you doing here?" He asked with a deep grin in his eyes. Clicking his fingers and enjoying himself in his suit which flowed with his each movement.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here on business." Kiryu reminded.

"And I'm here with my friends." You frowned. "I was going to come and see you.-"

And all the while, you both continued dancing.

"I thought you had enough respect to speak to me before you left." Kiryu commented, in disappointment while harshly cutting through your tone. "What happened to seeing what I'm about?"

"I guess I just got scared?" You admitted in fear. "I'd had someone hold me at gunpoint."

"I wouldn't have let anything happen to you."

"I don't know that."

Kiryu frowned. He realised that you might've left because you didn't necessarily know how his mind worked. He wouldn't have let anything happen to you. Not over his dead body.

"I want to see you at The New Otani at 10:30. Don't be late." He instructed carefully.

"What for?"

"To talk."

The music came to a stop and the people all over the restaurant clapped. The three ladies singing in the band did too. One of them quickly recognised Kiryu somehow after seeing him when performing at another event.

"Ladies and gentleman, please welcome. The fourth Chairman himself, Kazuma Kiryu!"

Kiryu waved around like he, himself, were some celebrity. Admiring the crowds of terrified people and people that admire him as they clapped for him. Most people didn't have a clue but they were about too.

But time was ticking on. It was 10:15 and you knew exactly where this hotel was. So you left your friends after bidding goodbye and trailed behind Kiryu who'd left nearly 10 minutes ago.

A lady at the concierge desk was smiling and passed you a note with a small key card. She knew exactly who you were and on the elegant thick paper note it read instructions on exactly where this room was. It was on the top floor, like his apartment and tucked away amongst the rooms on the floor which were spread out to provide privacy.

When the light on the door lit up green, you opened it to reveal a large room, only a fraction smaller than his apartment. There was a large window which had a table and chairs right in front of it. A large bed to the left, a sofa to the right and a coffee table at the foot of the sofa. Every corner was lit with a dark orange lighting and the bed was elegantly plush with navy blue pillows atop a bright white bed.

Kiryu was suddenly now sitting down on the sofa, smoking a cigarette and tipping the ashes in the ashtray on the sofa table. Having removed his tie and busted open the first 3 buttons of his white shirt.

"I thought smoking in this hotel was prohibited." You frowned.

"I own shares in it." Kiryu informed.