Date: Sat, 05 Dec 1998 18:05:00 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: tattoo-05

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I started writing gay stories in 1985 and to now I wrote about 80 of
them. Being Italian, of course I wrote them in Italian. Now, many of my
friends asked me to translate them in English. But my English, also if
understandable, is surely not a "literary" one: I can't know all the
nuances and literary tricks I can use in Italian. I need somebody
revising my translation. Now, I found a person that is kindly helping me
with my stories. But I can't ask to one single person to help me with
all of my stories. So, if amongst you there is somebody (with a good
English style) that thinks this unpaid work worthy, and wants to help
me, I would be really happy. If such a person exists, can send me an
e-mail at:

andrejkoymasky@geocities.com

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FOR DRESS A TATTOO (YAKUZA)
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1998
written the 21st of June, 1994
translated by the Author
English text
kindly revised by Randy.

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"FOR DRESS A TATTOO (YAKUZA)" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better
not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't
care, ore because you think yo really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.

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CHAPTER 5/8

IN DANGER OF DEATH

So started their life together. Jun continued to go to the University,
and get used to his two shadows. He went home to take his belongings,
escorted by the two inevitable body guards. His mother cried but didn't
try to stop him. When they said farewell and he asked her to greet his
father and his brothers, she only asked:

"Are you sure, Jun?"

"Yes, mum, sure and happy."

"Is he a good person?"

"He is the right person for me."

"I'll pray for you, Jun."

"And I for you all. Sayonara."

Yes, Jun was  even more convinced that Kazunari was the right person for
him. The young man, under his thick skin, was of an unbelievable
sweetness. And he was good hearted. Kazunari didn't talk with him about
his "work" and Jun was grateful for that. But Kazunari did care about
him, his studies, what Jun thought and felt. They were talking a lot.
And Kazunari started to tell him, little by little, about his life.

He told him about when he was seventeen. At that point not only those at
home, but also his group men, knew he was gay. During a party, while he
was with a group of boys his age, the sons of various family men, one of
the boys said to him with contempt:

"Why is your mother waiting to chase you from the family? How can she
believe that the family will a day accept a queen as a boss?"

The other boys looked at him amazed, but didn't intervene. Kazunari
understood that his reputation was at stake: the fact that not one of
the boys had talked in his defense was a bad symptom. So he grasped the
other boy by his jacket collar and hissed:

"Try to say again what you said!"

"You don't scare me at all: you are just a weak little queen!"

Kazunari suddenly let go him and giving him a strong push, said: "Come
behind the garages, where the others can't see us, and I'll show you
who's the weak little queen!"

"A challenge?" the boy toughly asked.

"Sure. And I want you all to be there."

The boys group went behind the garages, where normally the laundry was
hung out to dry. Kazunari pulled out his knife:

"Now I will make you lower your trousers and I will fuck your ass here,
in front of everybody." Kazunari said looking him straight in his eyes,
tough and resolute.

The other boy pulled out his knife and said in a scoffing tone: "Try it.
I will not put this in your ass, but straight in your heart. You know
I'm the best with a knife, no?" and sprung forward in a dangerous
thrust.

But Kazunari dodged him with easy and elegant deftness. They continued,
without succeeding in making even a scratch on each other. But soon it
was evident that Kazunari didn't aim to wound his opponent, that he had
in mind something different. Little by little, with strokes exact to the
millimeter, he cut the other's jacket in pieces, until the boy, so as
not to be hampered in his movements, pulled  off the tattered jacket.
Then Kazunari with a bold stab, sheared the boy's belt and his trousers,
amongst all the boys laughter, begun to shift down, putting the boy in
serious movement difficulties.

Kazunari put his dagger between his teeth, jumped on him and with a
sharp stroke, made the boy's blade fly far away.  Then with a swift move
made the boy's trousers drop below his knees and, turning inside out his
shirt on his shoulders, blocked his arms. Then, with a skilled judo
hold, Kazunari immobilized the boy on the grass, folded in half, his ass
well up. Amongst the laughter and the scurrilous remarks of the other
boys, he very slowly cut off the boy's underpants, until his ass was
completely uncovered, then took his dagger and pointed it on the boy's
anus. The boy tangibly shivered.

"So, which would you like to have in your ass, my dagger or my cock? I
give you the choice." he dryly said while the others, now all silent,
attentively watched the scene.

"I've lost, OK, you are the boss." the boy said with broken voice.

Kazunari didn't withdraw the scabbard tip from the boy hole, on the
contrary he pushed it down a little, making it slowly rotate so to not
wound him but make him clearly feel the cold blade and repeated his
question in a louder voice:

"I've asked you with what are you longing to be fucked in your ass hole,
my dagger or my cock?" he icily said.

"Shit, stop it!" the boy trembling begged.

"For the last time: my dagger or my cock? To me it is exactly the same,
make your choice!" he said pushing down slightly more the iron tip.

"Shit, no! Pull out that scabbard!" the boy said in despair, feeling in
a cold sweat, "Pull it out, fuck my ass with your cock!" he sobbed.

"Repeat it aloud, everybody has to hear you."

"I want your cock in my ass hole, shit!" the boy screamed.

"You want it?"

"Yes... yes... I want it... fuck me, boss!" the boy cried.

Kazunari stood up, leaving him. The boy remained still on the grass,
waiting, his ass up. Kazunari folded his dagger and put it in his
pocket. Then, calm, with a loud voice, he said:

"But I don't like your ass. Stand up and let's put an end to that. But
remember,  all of you, if I want I'll fuck your ass holes, one after the
other as I please, and not only him. Now it's up to you to make your
choice.  Give me your oath of obedience, or I'll fuck your ass holes,
and for real. Down, on your knees! Who's your boss?"

All the boys at once knelt and swore him complete obedience. And after
that day they feared and respected him. That story was known just by the
direct witnesses, and now also by Jun {just from - the people that told
the story, just by people that knew the story but did not necessarily
tell. Which did you want}.*************

"You really would have stabbed your dagger in his hole?" Jun shivering
asked.

Kazunari laughed: "I knew it would have been necessary. I know very well
that kind of people: they are braggarts just with the weaker ones. I had
already read his fear in his eyes while I was shredding his clothes on
his body, without provoking him with a single little scratch. I just was
playing a part to the last act. And if I didn't fuck his ass hole in
front of the other boys, it is not that I wouldn't enjoy it or that I
was ashamed of the others. I just didn't want to humiliate him too much
and uselessly. And he understood that, and appreciated that. He
understood that my real force was right in that. And now he is faithful
to me, or rather, the most faithful."

"You mean... Soda?" Jun amazed asked.

"Yes, he is the person." Kazunari smiling confirmed. Then, serious,
added: "But don't tell him you know, please."

"Of course. But, tell me, have you ever fucked somebody in front of
other people? I mean, like you threatened Soda to do?"

"Well, yes, it has happened. I was twenty two years old. Now I will
never do it again, for sure. Do you want to know how it happened? We
were in Osaka with my mother to stipulate an agreement with a local
family. I had heard that in Osaka there was a little hotel, the
"Takenoya", with very beautiful boys available for the clients and I
felt like trying it. As we were just coming from a party, we all were
dressed with real elegance. It was night and we were walking in the
underworld. We were trying to single out the place, when a group of
chimpira, the local hoodlums, barred our way and their leader said: 'I
bet you are looking for the Takenoya, right, sweethearts?' We drew
forward, but they blocked us again: 'But where do you presume to go,
fags? If you are looking for somebody to fuck your sweet asses, here we
are, and for a reasonable price.' and sneering they all pull out their
knives.

Soda, curtly, said: 'Go away. He is a Yamaguchi, you had best not to
fool around, you are playing with fire.' But those boys, evidently,
didn't really know about  yakuzas, at the most they knew the names of
one or two local families, so they burst out laughing and menacingly
come forward, feeling safe and strong: they were about twenty and we
were just four. I uttered just one order: 'I want them, intact!'. My men
understood and did the most simple thing in this world, thing that those
big boys hadn't foreseen - three small machine guns with mufflers
suddenly appeared in their hands.

The boys widened their eyes, became pale, and a couple fled away, but
the others, at the clicking safety catches noise and at Soda order
'Down, on your knees!' at once obeyed, really scared. They realized they
had met something too big for them. I then asked: 'Are you their boss?'.
'Yes' the boy answered. He didn't appeal to me so much. But one of the
other boys enticed me very much. So I asked of the boys leader: 'Who is
he? What's his name?' 'He is my younger brother, his name is Nokichi.'
'Very good' I said, 'Now you undress Nokichi completely and hold him
while I fuck his ass hole. Understood?' The leader tried to protest but
shut up as he felt a gun machine barrel against his temple. So, as a
good boy, he approached his brother and started to undress him, then sat
on the street, made his brother knell in front of him and pushed his
brother's head on his lap, held firmly his waist and looked at me.

I ordered the other boys to sit down in a double range, so that they
could clearly see the scene. Then I ordered one of them to open my fly,
to pull out my dick and to wet it abundantly with his saliva, if he
didn't want his friend to suffer too much. The boy trembling obeyed and
licked and sucked my hard rod. After a while, I pushed him away, knelt
on the road on Nokichi clothes, so as not to dirty my trousers, I took
the boy, spread his small buttocks and angrily smashed in his ass hole.
The boy screamed, tossed about, tried to escape me, but his brother kept
him still all long the time I energetically fucked him, until I finally
came into the boy. But I was not yet satisfied. I stood up and pointed
at another two boys and ordered: 'Now you two lick clean my cock!'. They
obeyed in terror.

I put it back in my trousers and shouted: 'Go away, now, disappear,
before I order to my men to fuck in the ass each one of you!' The boys
dashed off, just Nokichi remained on the ground, naked, sobbing, and his
brother, picking up his clothes and managing to cover him in some ways,
brought him away by force.

My rage subsided, I was not so happy with myself and said to my men I
wanted to go back to my hotel. That boy's sobs, instead of giving me
satisfaction, had troubled me. So, right at that time, I promised myself
that I would never again rape somebody. Soda must have understood I was
upset, so was telling me they had deserved it, and that in that way I
had punished the hoodlums boss even more than his younger brother, but
the sobs of that sixteen years old boy didn't give me any sense of
pride... Do you see with which type of bad chap you have put yourself?"
Kazunari bitterly concluded.

Jun loved him for that bitterness his man was feeling just recalling
that episode.

Little by little Jun got used to his new life style, to the omnipresent
shadows and to the fact he had always to alert them of any of his
movements. He got used to the days he had to be alone, when Kazunari had
to go somewhere and could not take Jun with him. He found that rather
hard, but felt compensated because his Kazu-chan was filling him with
lot of care and tenderness. But the more intimately he knew his man, the
more he was asking himself why such a kind and good man had to be a
yakuza. Why Kazunari had had the bad luck to be born right in a boss
family. But as he had intended to do, he never said a word about those
thoughts to his lover. He had accepted him as he was, so he for sure
couldn't now pester him with his reflections or his worries.

At times Jun felt somewhat doubtful and asked himself if he had been
right to surrender to Kazunari in that way. Those thoughts came to him 
especially when he was alone, but it was sufficient for him to be at his
man's side to not have any more doubt.

Kazunari never did take him to his family home, so Jun knew his man's
family just  from pictures, apart from Tomoya, who had said to his
brother he wanted "meet" Jun and that therefore at times was going to
visit him. The two young men, almost of the same age, did have a liking
for each other, so at times the three of them were going together to
ski, to play tennis, to ride horses or to relax somewhere.

Once when Tomoya was alone with Jun, and said to him: "You seem happy
with Kazu. Are you so indeed?"

"I couldn't be more happy."

"The life you are forced to lead, is it big burden?"

"No more than for you, I presume."

"No, for us it's different, we are born in that life, we are used from
ever. You just felt into it at nineteen. I don't think you have managed
to become hardened to that just in one year. It's heavy, right?"

"Not too much. Kazunari makes me happy. But is he happy with me? Do I
succeed in making him happy?"

"Sure, you have no reason to doubt it. Since he has been living with you
he is a different man, always cheerful, serene, happy. He really needed
someone like you, and I'm happy I contributed, at least a little, to
making  you decide to stay together. Before meeting you, Kazunari often
played the carefree man, but in him there was always a background of
sadness. But you dissipated that sadness. When I ask him your news, he
brightens up. And at times he reproaches himself with neglecting you.
Ah, if there is one man in love,  it is my brother."

Jun nodded, happy to hear these words. It is not that he had any doubt,
but hearing a confirmation of being loved, is something one never gets
tired of hearing. Mainly if it come from someone who was, like Tomoya
was,  Kazunari's confidant. At times he had the feeling that Kazunari
had for him a sentiment of protection - possession, but undoubtedly even
a deep and sincere love, and therefore that fact didn't really bother
him.

Then Tomoya asked him: "But... are you really happy with my brother?"

"Very much. Yes, a lot."

"And... is he good in making love?" the boy asked with a cunning smile.

"Wonderful. But it is not just for that that I'm in love with him,
believe me. Anyway, it is true, when I am in his arms I feel  like I am
in paradise..."

"Very good. I'm happy for you two..."

Jun's days were spent in part at the University and in part at home to
study and to wait for Kazunari. Normally he preferred not to go out,
both because he preferred to be at home if Kazunari arrived, and because
he preferred to go out with his lover. So he had lot of time to study
and he did pass all his texts with good marks. Anyway he loved to study
and Kazunari bought him all the books he could need.

He was in his third year at the university when Kazunari proposed going
with him to Tokyo.  Kazunari would have to stay there for more than one
month and he didn't want to stay all that period far from him. Jun was
very happy of that request.

"But we would not be able to be together every single day. I will have
several important meetings. They are doing a redistribution of the
influence territories between the families and for us it is the occasion
to remarkably widen our territory, with the consent of the other main
families and without useless wars. I had a suite booked for us at the
Hyatt. In the days I cannot be with you, my men will take you were you
want. Anything you want to do, to see."

"But we will also have time for us, no?"

"Sure, love. That's why I take you with me. At the most I can skip some
nights, but I'll find time for you, for us, be sure."

"Is coming also some other member of your family?"

"No. My mother wants me to treat for the Yamaguchis, because she
intends, in three years, to entrust me the family guide."

With the family plane they went to Tokyo. It was the first time in his
life for Jun to fly and he was excited like a little boy. He also went
in the cabin and here the pilot explained him the navigation system,
while Kazunari, in the passengers part, made several telephone calls.

Landed in Tokyo, with the usual big cars with obscured windows, they
were taken to the Hyatt. The suite's luxury impressed Jun. They had
dinner in their suite, then went to bed, because the following morning
Kazunari had to wake up early. Kazunari embraced him, starting to
tenderly caress him:

"Do you like our trip until now?"

"I feel like I am in a movie." Jun said with a smile.

"But are you happy?" the young man asked.

"With you, Kazu-chan, always. Even if we were in a hut or under a tent.
It is two years we are together, and yet each time we make love it seems
me more beautiful than the times before. Tell me, how can that be
possible?"

"Uh... this is a mystery for me too. Perhaps, you know, I'm starting to
think that it is fault of the fact that we are in love with each other,
that we love each other for real." Kazunari jokingly said.

"Then... show me how much do you love me!" Jun asked kissing his man and
Kazunari for sure didn't need to be requested twice.

Kazunari caressed his lover's perfect body quite as he was  modeling it
with his fingers, admiring it with love and desire filled eyes,
underlining the gentle and sound curves of his muscles with his tongue
tip and with his soft lips, awakening in his beloved the most intense
sensations. Jun was not less than him in taking care of the handsome,
virile body of his stalwart lover, lingering quite instinctively on the
most erogenous points. It was almost as they were outdoing each other in
giving pleasure to the other, each of them just worried to give to the
other the maximum enjoyment. They knew how to bring the other to the
limit of the orgasmic acme, to then withdraw in a kind of very sweet
torture, alternating moments of intense avidity with others of gentle
tenderness. They enjoyed the reciprocal virility that they offered each
other and tasted without stopping, in an erotic interlacing of their
strong limbs, so that  were no longer conscious of where did the body of
one end and the other's body begin. They gave themselves and took the
other in thousands ways, incessantly, uniting, parting, melting in a
kind of dance, full of sensual beauty. Until they reached the point
where the flames of their passion were uncontainable and the fire of
their senses burst out and they joyfully let go of themselves to the
mutual final acute enjoyment. As usual they fell asleep, intertwined,
tenderly caressing each other, happy, each of them, to have made happy
the other.

Very beautiful and intense days passed. Jun was slightly stunned by the
congested, crowded metropolis, with too many people always on the run,
but he was also fascinated. He had yet visited, with his guardian
angels, Nikko, Disneyland, Kamakura and Yokohama. He had done shopping
at Ginza and spent dreamlike hours with his Kazu-chan, whose passion for
him seemed not to subside, on the contrary to become stronger and deeper
than ever. Both were aware that their love was fully sensual and deeply
spiritual at the same time. They enjoyed their lover's body, it's clear,
but also just their simple proximity, chatting together, knowing and
being known their most hidden thoughts and feelings, their most intimate
emotions.

Just about one subject Kazunari seemed to have like an instinctive
reserve to tell Jun: his yakuza affairs. But this didn't seem heavy to
Jun, who on the contrary preferred not to be kept informed about the
details of those activities. It is not that the boy was like the
ostrich, hiding his head not to see the danger, but he knew he wouldn't
be able not to show to his beloved his disapproval for many of the
things Kazunari had to do. But to the man, this part of his life that he
didn't feel like sharing with his lover, was a growing burden. Not
enough, anyway, to take the decision to abandon it. And in his heart he
was grateful to Jun for never asking questions about what he was not
saying. He felt he would never be able to lie to him, but at the same
time he would not have been able to tell him without feeling judged, and
this would have been to hard to him. So, almost as if in a reciprocal
agreement, not expressed in words, Kazunari never told him about his
"businesses".

They had bee in Tokyo for sixteen days, and Jun was just back in the
hotel with his escorts after visiting two Museums, when there was a
telephone call. It was Soda:

"Jun-san?"

"Soda! What's up?"

"Well... Jun-san. Kazunari... there was an accident."

"An accident? What accident? Where is he? How is he?"

"Not well... he is in the hospital, the doctors are examining him."

"What happened? What hospital?"

"A gun shot."

"Is he alive, no?"

"Yes, yes, sure... even if he lost consciousness."

"What hospital? I want to see him!"

"I'll tell Jutaro to take you here."

Jun rushed at the hospital. There were two men he didn't know and that
wouldn't allow him to enter Kazunari's room and a quarrel burst out,
until Soda come out and told the two men that Jun could enter and go out
as and when he pleased. Then Soda took him into a room. Empty. Jun at
once asked him, upset:

"But he isn't here? Where is he? Take me to him! How is he?"

"Now he is in the operating theatre, we have to wait. Doctors hope to
save him." Soda said, tense, in a low voice.

"They hope? They hope, Soda? Where did they hit him? Who?"

"The bullet grazed his heart. In the heavy traffic, at a red light, they
were five, come out from god knows where. I was in the car behind. The
driver and the bodyguard were killed. They run away when we came out
from our car and started to shoot. I've no idea who they could be. In
full light, in full traffic. It's quite incredible."

"Did he lose much blood?"

"Yes, but they gave him a blood transfusion. That is not the problem.
They have to repair the aorta, they are doing that, now. His heart seems
untouched, happily. But, you know, complications could set in."

Jun sat, prostrated, and a voice inside him yelled: it happened, it
happened, it happened. Soda sat near him and murmured with a horse
voice, trying to hide the coming tears:

"They will save him, you'll see. They have to save him."

"You were to protect him, Soda!" Jun said with bitter hardness.

The man threw himself at Jun feet and with a voice contracted by grief,
he said: "Forgive me. I would have given my life for him! Forgive me.
Forgive me. Forgive me." and sobbed aloud.

Jun addressed him with some harshness, taking him by his shoulder and
making him stand up: "It's completely useless, at this point, Soda. Just
pray the gods and the buddhas he will not die, he will not have
consequences. Did you call his mother, his family."

"Yes, sure. They are coming."

"They? Who?"

"Madam Michiko and Tomoya-san."

"And Hiroshi?"

"He has to stay there. Somebody has to continue to take care of the
family affairs."

"Sure, the family before all, right? Before a members life, no? What a
nice family, for sure!"

"Don't say so, Jun-san, it is not fair..."

"It is not fair? You say it is not fair? It has more value -- money,
power than a man's life, to you? But, are you humans? What are you? I
hate you! I hate you all! I hate you!" the boy shouted.

"Don't say so. Do you hate also Kazunari? And yet he too is..."

"He... if he dies..."

"They will save him..."

"They hope, you said. They hope... Perhaps he is dying right now, are
you aware of that? And we are here, and we can do nothing, are you aware
of that? Why didn't they kill me, instead?"

"Or rather me." Soda said bitterly, starting again to silently cry.

Jun walked up and down in the room, tense as a bow string, incoherent
thoughts in his head.

"How long is it taking? Since when is he under the surgical
instruments?" at one point he asked, in despair.

Soda looked at his watch, drying his tears to be able to focus it:
"Thirty six minutes. They will warn me when they will take him to his
room. Then you can see him, we can see him. Jun, you love him, but,
believe me, in another way, I too I love him. He is not just my boss, he
is my father, my brother, he is everything to me. Kazunari is the most
extraordinary man I ever met, for real. I really would give my life for
him. Believe me, Jun." the man said, sorrowful.

Jun looked at him and read in his eyes an immense pain and then he felt
the man close to him, and regretted having treated him so badly. He held
out his hand to him:

"Yes, Soda, I believe you. I'm sorry for before. But I am so upset, so
completely scared..."

Soda, in impulse, embraced him and held him tight against his chest.
Then, almost brusquely, he parted stepping back from the boy:

"Sorry... I don't know what happened to me. Sorry, Jun-san, I didn't
intend to be disrespectful to you." he murmured, in confusion.

"What's up, Soda? You didn't anything wrong."

"Yes, you are the boss boy. I was about... I was near to... kiss you,
Jun-san. Forgive me." the man murmured looking ashamed at his shoes tip.

"You, Soda? You... I don't understand. Do you... desire me?"

"No. I never desired a boy. But your grief for Kazunari, your fear, your
love for him... I wanted to show you, to tell you that I understand
those feelings, and in that moment it seemed to me that a kiss could
tell you better than words... Forgive me, please."

"Oh, Soda, silly man! You are trying to tell me that you love me as much
as you love Kazunari? You can love somebody without feeling sexual
desire, no? And if you love me, don't you think this gives me joy? What
reason is there to feel ashamed?"

"I never said to a man I love him, neither to the boss. And no man ever
said that to me. It seems it is not virile... perhaps. That's why I am
ashamed. But that embrace I gave you, that kiss I didn't give you, had
no sexual meaning, for sure."

"All right, Soda. Anyway, I too I love you, because I know that you love
Kazunari. But if they don't save him... How long is it taking? Cannot we
ask for news?"

"We can try to see if somebody comes out from the surgical theatre to
ask news..."

"Yes, please, let's go. I'm dying, in here."

They went out and Soda guided him towards the surgical theatre. Just as
they were approaching, the door opened and a stretcher come out. On it
there was Kazunari, unconscious, pale white as death, a blood bottle
held high on him, circled by doctors and nurses. Soda asked one of the
doctors:

"So, doctor?"

"All is OK, for now. We have succeeded in repairing the damage. Let's
just hope that complications will not follow. But Yamaguchi-san has a
strong physique, he can come out."

"Without consequences?" Jun asked, full of anxiety.

"Without consequences, but just if he does the right convalescence.
Anyway the head physician will give you all the information and
directions."

"Did he lose much blood? He is so pale!" Jun insisted.

"Yes, but this is not a problem, we have enough reserves of his blood
type and we were able to give him back all the blood he lost. Don't
worry."

Kazunari was set in the private room reserved for him and they were left
alone.

"Do you think I can kiss him?" Jun asked Soda.

The man nodded yes. Jun approached the bed and bent to depose a light
kiss on his man lips. They were soft, warm, sweet. Soda pushed a chair
near the bed and made sign to Jun to sit down.

"I have to go out a moment to talk with the men, to make some calls. You
remain near him, right?"

"Sure. Can I even sleep here? Can I?" Jun asked pointing with his head
to the other empty bed in one corner of the room.

"Yes... I will warn the direction {unclear - do you mean he will alert
the other bodyguards or does 'the direction' refer to a specific person
or group of persons, or that he will give the
direction[instruction]}**************************** that you will watch
him. There is no problem, for the moment. At least until Madam Michiko
comes. Then... she will decide. Perhaps it will be better if she doesn't
see you here... I don't know..." Soda said evidently embarrassed.

"But Kazunari's  mother... doesn't she know about us?" Jun asked in
surprise, looking Soda in his eyes.

"She knows that the boss has a boyfriend, sure. But I don't know how
much and what the boss has told her about you. I don't know how she
considers you, you see? And anyway, it's she who decides. Not I."

"When will she be here?"

"I think before tonight. She will call me on the way, to inform me of
her exact arrival time. I'll tell you... I'll warn you."

"But I... I don't want to go back to the hotel. If I have to go out from
this room, I'll go in the room we went before, and I'll wait in there. I
can stay there, no? At least there."

"Yes, there it is OK. I'm sorry, Jun-san, I understand what you are
feeling."

"Oh, Soda, it is a nightmare, you know?"

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 6

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