Akihito struggled against the man holding him in place as Asami, Kirishima and Suoh raided the warehouse, killing everyone in sight they didn't recognise.
"Let go!" Akihito yelled, frustration permeating his words. The man, Izuki Akihito had learned, shook him and pressed the tip of a knife to his throat just as the gunshots died out and his saviours approached.
"Shut up." He hissed, digging the tip into Akihito's neck. Asami's gun was aimed for the middle of Izuki's forehead as he watched a small trickle of blood run down Akihito's neck and seep into his shirt. Izuki smirked at Asami and moved the knife to the opposite side of his neck, threatening to slice open his throat before them. Akihito froze; fear sent his heart into a frenzy of frantic palpitations. He glanced at Kirishima and Suoh, each with their guns up and at the ready, before his eyes settled on Asami's showing the fear for his life blooming in his soul.
"What do you want?" Asami asked, voice hard and eyes sharp as he turned his savage stare onto Izuki.
He smirked. The plan was working. Asami cared too much for the boy to let him die like this. It was too bad. "I want data and you have it. The names and contact information of all your shipping routes. Hand them over."
Asami stared him down, looked to Akihito, and lowered his gun. Akihito looked ready to break; he'd never been in so much danger before.
"Kirishima."
Kei looked at him in shock. "Asami-sama, are you sure?" He asked, gun tip tipping to the ground as he lost focus. Asami nodded and held out his hand as Kirishima felt through his jacket pocket and retrieved a phone. Hesitantly he handed the phone to Asami and watched as his boss walked forward with years' worth of contacts, trade agreements and alliances held in the palm of his hand. A ridiculous place to keep such information but also the most inconspicuous, the phone didn't even have a password on it, who would hide something yet leave it so unprotected?
"Stop there." Izuki called, eight meters from Asami. "Throw it over."
The phone arced through the air within a second and was caught by Izuki. He tucked the phone away in his back pocket and smiled at Asami.
A nice.
Simple.
Smile.
As he drew the knife across Akihito's throat.