Days ticked by slowly, as if time and the world were coming to a stop. Life had not changed all that much for him since that day not so long ago. He still hanged out with his friends. Ate pocky and walked beneath the sun. There were some changes however. Like the all consuming fear that gripped him at night, in his dreams and whenever he thought of that night. The night he couldn't actually remember.
The phone rang. Rolling over in his too small bed, he picked it up and answered. "Hello, Takaba Akihito speaking."
"Ah, Takaba-kun! It is so good to hear your voice once again. It is Moto Jun, Chief Editor at The Sundial Tokyo Paper."
A slight smile tipped Akihito's lips to one side. He had fond memories of the man. "Editor-san! It has been so long since you last called me. How are you? How's the fam?"
"Good, good. How about you son?"
"I'm doing just fine Editor-san." Akihito's smile faded as he spoke the cheerful lie. While Akihito still had his friends, he could not help but feel incredibly alone.
"I'm glad to hear that Takaba-kun. Well the reason I'm calling you so suddenly, is that I have a really great job for you. If you get what we need, there will even be a bonus in it for you."
~ OMEGA ~
Adrenaline pumped through Akihito in a way it had not in the last year. The night was cold and the wind was howling like a demon. However, Akihito paid neither any attention. His focus solely on his target caught in the viewfinder of his beloved camera. His heart - something he was sure should have died some time ago - raced. Pumping his still oddly warm blood through his veins. Drool pooled in his mouth and arousal clawed throughout his body.
His target was a stunningly handsome man. Asami Ryuichi was far taller than the average Japanese citizen. He would tower over Akihito himself. That knowledge did funny things to Akihito's insides. He was well built, quite muscular, beneath his tailor made three piece suit. His hair was the color of raven wings and neatly styled but for a few roguish strands that fell forward over his eyes. His eyes, when Akihito was able to catch them in his finder, were a golden hue. So unusual. So beautiful.
The man turned and his gaze met Akihito's through his finder. Akihito's heart skipped a beat. "Shit! There's no way he could see me, let alone know that I was even here." Akihito reassured himself.
He returned his gaze to the golden eyed man. Asami was still looking his way, a smirk now on his enticing lips. He lit a cigarette and turns towards the two burly men standing just behind him. The two burly men Akihito had not noticed, so intensely caught by the sight of Asami Ryuichi. Akihito's instincts screamed danger coming his way. Yet Akihito did not move. Still enthralled by his target.
Akihito did not notice the two men disappear from Asami's side. Nor did he sense them stealthily step up behind him. A hand pressed a foul smelling cloth over his nose and mouth while an arm wrapped around his waist. Holding him still despite his struggles to free himself. Akihito's world went dark.