Hi. So I figured it's been quite a while since I posted a story on this account. I let my imagination let loose, not that it went very far. As always constructive criticism is most welcome. No-one's perfect.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Finder Series

America ~ Washington DC

Akihito couldn't even muster the courage to look back, breathing heavily he continued running on his feet. He knew he wasn't going to make it to the bridge, he'd be dead most likely before he could step foot on the ship. Akihito wasn't giving up yet though but neither were the goons hot on his trail.

'Gah' the bastards don't give up he thought.

Another bullet flew past his ear, missing him by an inch and instead hit a passing car. Akihito ducked, running carelessly into the road. Honk after honk Akihito couldn't care less; he needed to get on that ship. He jumped over the cars, one by one just making it to the bridge. Akihito turned his head; the men chasing him were well behind now. Akihito whistled with victory, sticking his middle finger in the air, 'Suckers'.

Akihito put his hands in his pocket, searching for his passport. He couldn't feel it in his pocket, cursing he looked around onto the ground, knowing he may well have dropped it. Just as he saw it lying a few feet away, one of the men picked it up. Akihito swore, narrowing his eyes he jerked forwards to try and get it back. It was too late. The goon picked up his passport, gesturing Akihito to come and get it.

"LAST CALL TO TOKYO"

Akihito jumped, turning to look at the bridge, everyone was boarding. Shit he inwardly cursed. How the hell am I getting on the ship? No passport. He looked back at the man, who was smirking right back at him. He was so screwed; there was no doubt about it. But most of all Asami was going to kill him. Akihito made a last minute hasty decision; he wasn't going back to Tokyo, not without his passport. He turned around and continued running, it wasn't going to be long before the goons caught up with him.

I'm sorry Asami.

Tokyo ~ 1 week later

Asami stared outside of his penthouse window, deep in thought. It had been one week since Akihito was supposed to return back to Tokyo. Yet Akihito was not on the ship that returned. He had not heard anything from his lover, even though Akihito's trip to America had more than come to an end. Akihito had gone on an undercover assignment, much to Asami's dismay, to investigate sex trafficking, drug abuse and arms dealing. Of course Asami had made it clear, that it was just trouble waiting to happen. Like always Akihito refused to listen.

And here they were again, no Akihito and a worried Asami like usual. Akihito's phone showed he was last seen near the bridge to the ship. His passport hadn't even been stamped, Akihito never made it on the ship, Asami knew that much.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, "Come in."

Kirishima walked in, his face looked anxious, "Any news?"

"No Asami. I traced Akihito's phone 3 times, still shows the same location. We can't get in touch with Akihito's bodyguard, it seems as though he has disappeared off the face of the earth".

Asami closed his eyes, rubbing his temples slowly, "Find him. He was meant to protect Akihito, that's why I sent him there. Now Akihito is missing, and Jung is untraceable. Something doesn't add up." He growled.

"Asami, what do you want to do?" his secretary asked hesitantly

"Get my plane ready, we leave for America tonight." Asami informed.

A man in his late thirties leaned casually in his chair, drumming his fingers slowly against the desk. He smirked, remembering the words of a one Japanese young man by the name of Ryan Smith. The man chuckled, as he now knew Ryan was not his name, it was in fact Tabaka Akihito. He was Tokyo's finest criminal photographer, sent here for some kind of story. If the young man wanted to hide his identity, he should have done a better job, than dropping his passport so carelessly.

His phone chose that moment to beep to life, breaking him from his thoughts, "Did you find him?"

"How hard can it be? I have his passport, so it's unlikely he's on his way to Tokyo. FIND HIM!" the phone slammed shut

A knock on the door interrupted him from his stupor, "Come in"

A young man in his early twenties bowed before him, "Uncle Richard, I have some news."

Richard narrowed his eyes, "What shits hit the fan now?"

He gulped, "The media they're ah um running the sex trafficking story, published by R-Ryan Smith".

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Richard growled dangerously

"When was it published?"

"Ten minutes ago." The young man informed quickly.

Richard picked his phone up, dialling a number he waited for a response, "Set the trap. I want him alive."

"Done." The phone went dead

"Oh how the tables will turn, 'Takaba Akihito' Richard smirked viciously.

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