Title: Heavenly Win (Part 1 of 2)
Characters: Mik, Fei, Yoh, Tao
Rating: PG (for now)
WARNING: OOC, crack, crappiness, unrealistic fantasy, total non-sense, blood loss (to come)
Disclaimer: Everyone belongs to Yamane Ayano. Nobody is mine (bloody hell!). I’m just abusing them a lotlittle
A/N: Sorry people, I can’t resist but post this crap. Here’s my muse. You may whip it to your heart’s content.Please read this assuming that Mik and Fei are already in a relationship. For CI readers, this is possibly a filler after Beijing.



It was a Sunday morning. Fei Long was in his plain white cheongsam made from lightweight silk sitting on his delicately carved wooden stool teaching Tao how to play mahjong. It caught him as a surprise when earlier that morning Tao had mentioned to him how he would like to learn the game when he had never shown interests before. But since it was his day off he thought it might be a relaxing activity to enjoy with Tao over his fine oolong tea. And it pleased him to a great degree that Tao was learning rather quickly.

Suddenly the door flung open without being knocked. Fei Long closed his eyes and sighed in irritation as he automatically realized who had come to disturb his peaceful Sunday.

"Good morning, gorgeous." The man greeted with a big smile as he walked straight to the Baishe leader and bent down to give him a kiss on his right cheek, to which the Chinese man responded with a quick glare followed by an indifference expression.

"Good morning, Tao." He turned to the boy who was sitting on the opposite side.

"Good morning, Mr. Arbatov." The boy smiled and promptly rose from his chair. "I will go make some coffee." It was his duty to make Fei-sama's guests comfortable, and with his Russian guest dropping by more often these days he had learned how to make coffee to please Fei-sama's special guest, as well as excusing himself to give them some privacy when needed. Sometimes it seems Fei-sama was irritated by his presence, but then at the end of the day he would be in a good mood so he had always considered Mr. Arbatov a good guest. Not that the gifts he had always showered Tao with had anything to do with it.

"You can't leave me in peace for one day, can you?" Fei Long complained, his elegant fingers casually rearranged his ivory mahjong tiles, paying no attention to the Russian who was peeking over his shoulder.

"What are you talking about? Your life will be so boring with out me." Mikhail, of course, had always managed to remind him just how much he was full of himself.

"My life is fine, thank you." Fei Long answered with a smirk. "On the contrary, I am enjoying myself playing mahjong with Tao."

"Only because I told him to bug you." Mikhail revealed his dirty secret with absolutely no shame on his face as he walked across the table to sit in Tao's seat, staring back at his beautiful dragon with cunning eyes that said, 'I'm right, admit it.'

At that point Fei Long felt like he had some disciplining to do. Lately that boy had been a little too close to the devil that he wasn't quite sure if Tao hadn't already been bought over.

"Anyway, can I join you?" Mikhail quickly changed the subject.

"You know how to play?"

"Sweetheart,” Mikhail protested, looking a little insulted. "I'm exceptionally good at mahjong, if not better than you."

"Pfttt..." Fei Long snorted. Talk about a man so full of himself.

"You wanna bet?" Mikhail leaned back and tapped his fingers on the table, smirking at his beautiful dragon daringly.

"With what?" Fei Long asked, staring back at those baby blue eyes in challenge.

"Whatever you want from me, love." The Russian answered amusingly.

This could be interesting, Fei Long thought. "And if you win?" He had to ask, although he was certain it would never happen. He grew up playing mahjong with his father, for Christ sakes. He couldn’t possibly lose to a Russian – a blond Russian at that.

"You will seduce me wearing that thing I gave you last week." Mikhail smiled cunningly. If he had fangs and horns they would have appeared right about now.

"OVER MY DEAD BODY!" Fei Long exclaimed without hesitation as he remembered the obscene gift he wanted to shoot Mikhail over and swiftly left the table.

"What? You're afraid you're going to lose?”

“I am NOT falling into your ridiculous trap this time.” The Chinese man warned without turning around.

“All right, fine.” Mikhail replied, turning his face away and murmured something that had something to do with poultry.

That was enough to make the great dragon of Baishe paused dead in his track and shot him another glare over his shoulder. “What did you say?”

“Nothing, chicken…I mean princess.” The Russian replied and whistled innocently.

The elegant figure spun around forcefully before heading back to the mahjong table. With his chin slightly raised, he seated himself down and stared into the Russian’s cunning blue eyes. “Half your earnings from the casinos in Macau.” He demanded. Mikhail should know he was challenging the wrong man.

“I thought only Americans do business on Sunday.” Mikhail grinned triumphantly. He gets what he wants. He always does. “As promised, anything you want from me, love.”

Just then Tao entered the room with the coffee. After laying it on the side table for his master’s guest he asked, “Are you going to join us Mr. Arbatov?”

“Yes, I am.” Mikhail smiled and put his hand on the boy’s head affectionately. “Why don’t you come and sit over here?” He gestured toward the empty stool on his left side.

Fei Long opened his mouth slightly as he stared in awe at the inconceivable plan the Russian had come up with. Making Tao sit on his left! As if he didn’t know what he was planning to do.

“All right.” Fei Long replied with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes and made a phone call.

“Yoh. Come over.” He commanded, looking at Mikhail from the corner of his eye as he put down the phone. If someone could get on Mikhail’s nerve, it’s his handy right hand man. And while he had always enjoyed the sweet revenge on the Russian, that day Yoh was also needed for something else.

“Why do we need him exactly?” Mikhail asked irritatingly. He swore Fei Long did it on purpose.

“The game of mahjong, love,” Fei Long said slowly, mocking the Russian mafia’s voice, “is meant to be played with four people.”

And so, with Yoh seated on his master’s left side, the game began.

***

“Thank you Tao,” Mikhail said as he collected the tile of four bamboo sticks that Tao has discarded to complete his chow.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Arbatov.” Tao replied smilingly believing he had done a good deed.

“Tao,” Fei Long warned. “The objective of the game is to win, not to be courteous.” That chow was so obvious that everyone knew what the Russian had been waiting for. Seating Tao on his left so the boy could drop him the tiles he wanted was a well planned strategy. That bloody Russian must have promised Tao something good would come out of his winning.

“Awww, don’t be so hard on him, love. He’s just learning how to play,” Mikhail protested in place of the boy.

“You be quiet.” The Chinese man said with a glare. “I will deal with you later.”

Mikhail ignored his remark and announced his discarded tile. Yoh took a glance at it and thought for a moment before picking up a tile off the wall. It was a tile of five coins that he had been waiting for. But then he had guessed his master might have also been needing it to chow, and consequently discarded the tile. “Five coins.” Yoh announced.

“Thank you, Yoh.” Fei Long smiled and picked up the discarded tile to chow, eyeing the man across the table with a victorious grin.

“My pleasure, Fei Long sama.” Yoh responded with his usual expressionless face, but for a split second Tao and his master thought he saw a smirk on the man’s face for the first time in seven years. They had to admit it. Mikhail Arbatov makes miracles happen, with or without his consent.

Mikhail looked at the two of them and growled in his throat. Fei Long didn’t just know his plan. He had picked himself a perfect counterattack. While Tao would have innocently dropped anything he wanted over a promise of making Fei Long take him out somewhere fun, that damn bodyguard would strategically sacrifice himself for his beloved master to win.

The game continued, and both the mafia bosses now had themselves a ready hand. The atmosphere grew heavy as they both knew the time was getting close. Any minute now Fei Long would get the best business deal of his life, or Mikhail would get the sex of the millennium, which was, in Mikhail’s opinion, something worth dying for.

It was Mikhail’s turn to draw. Fei Long stared at him intensely as his heart raced relentlessly in his chest. Gambling had never given him that kind of adrenaline rush before, simply because he never had anything too important to lose. That day, unfortunately, he couldn’t imagine losing and be put in that….thing.

“Sweetheart,” Mikhail looked at him mischievously as he drew a tile. “Don’t forget those chains, all right?”

“Pumpkin,” Fei Long grinned back. “Don’t forget to sign my contract.”

Mikhail smirked and flipped the drawn tile over as Fei Long held his breath.

“Ah ha!” The Russian exclaimed excitedly.

Mikhail had picked up a tile he was waiting for to win,

***

(To be continued)

Note: For those who are unfamiliar with mahjong, a chow is a meld of three suited tiles in sequence. An exposed Chow may only be declared off the discard of the player on the left (hence, Tao and Yoh purposefully discarded tiles for Mikhail and Fei respectively). And announcing the discarded tile is a courtesy/manner when playing mahjong. For more information please wiki (because I suck at explaining and is not a mahjong master myself XDD)