Update: Hello! This is my first attempt at publishing a fanfiction, hope you like it!

Also a few short notes:
I do not own any characters yet, they are from Amano Yamane's Viewfinder series.
English is not my first language, feel free to tell me if I've made any mistakes!
(I will probably keep the author's notes to a minimum. Or maybe not. As I said, this is my first fanfiction, I'm kind of learning as I go.)

Enough rambling, please enjoy the first chapter!

Chapter 1

Takaba gave up fighting the urge to throw up and emptied his stomach contents all over the cold floor he had grown so accustomed to in the last few minutes. His hand spasmed when he made to wipe his mouth, but it could not fight the bonds that kept his armes secured behind his back.

A coarse piece of cloth tightly tied across his eyes left him unable to see, but not to remember.

Oh, right, he thought to himself. The bastards tied me up and left me here. I've been tied up and locked away. Again. Fuck.

A few hours or days or possibly weeks earlier the young photographer namned Takaba Akihito had been strolling down the sunny streets of Tokyo together with his friends Kou and Takato, looking for something to distract them from the heatwaves rolling in over the city. They had just been about to enter a small, air conditioned café in the outskirts of the city centre when someonen had pulled a bag over Takabas face and something hit him in the head hard enough for him to pass out.

Back in the cold room Takaba moved as far away as possible (mostly crawling and rolling since his legs were also bound) from the smelly pool of vomit and tugged at his bonds. They didn't feel like ropes, chains or cuffs (all of those he was well accustomed to thanks to a certain perverted yakuza), but rather like some tightly fitted plastic straps that cut into his flesh. Zip ties? Whatever they were, they were effective.

"At least it's cool in here," Takaba muttered to himself sardonically.

He hoped his two friends were all right, or at least better off than he was. The dizzines didn't seem to want to let up, and the throbbing in the back of his head reminded him of the blow he had recieved. Hopefully his blindness was not due to that but to the blindfold. In any case the fact that his head was still throbbing should mean that the time passed should be in the hours, not days.

Dammit, where had his body guards been at when he was abducted? The one time he actually would have liked his lover's stalking tendencies to make themselves useful they seemed to have evaded the yakuza. Wait a minute, did that mean that Asami didn't know about Takaba being taken? Where did that leave him and his chances of escape?

Of course, Kou and Takato, his confused mind suddenly remembered. They'd have gone to the police. Asami would have found him quicker, but the police were better than nothing. Also, Asami probably owned a few sets of ears and eyes in the force.

Unless, an uninvited voice inside Takabas head whispered, unless your friends were taken as well. Or killed.

Not wanting to think about that more than necessary Takaba once again shifted his focus to his own situation, trying to make sense of what had happened. This whole thing probably had to do with Asami, right? Sure, the photographer had a few enemies of his own due to his line of work, but he had a hard time thinking of one that would go this far. No, it had to be someone's way of getting to the yakuza boss, that was the only thing that could make any sense at all.

God, he really didn't feel well. Was this weak and dizzy feeling only a consequence of the blow to his head or had they drugged him as well? He had a feeling he would find the answer to at least some of his questions sooner rather than later as he suddenly heard a loud clanking noise, like a key being turned in an old door's lock. Someone was coming.