Notes:

Inagawa-kai, 3rd largest Yakuza clan over 313 clans (7,400 members) one of the first to extend beyond Japan.

Burakumin is an ethnic minority that is looked down upon by both the triads and the yakuza.

Chapter 2:

July (Osaka)

Takaba Akihito was a content man. The sun was shining, he was shining a nice golden brown, he still had no money in his pocket, work was mind numbing. There was only so much his love of cameras could go when selling to the retard public that was the customers of Yodobashi camera. He tried to apply for a job in another store on a different floor but had to keep this job,because there were no other openings. Add to that, with a staff discount of twenty percent he had his eye on the new Nikon D3 camera only ¥600,000. How many more months would he have to survive on instant noodles and the meagre nourishment he got from work dinners!? He was trying to save for it but damn rent was more expensive here compared to his beloved dive back in Tokyo but life in Osaka was on a whole another world. He was happy; he didn't get kidnapped while trying to buy bread by a different gangster every time. He was nobody's fuck toy and he didn't have to work five different jobs. Though sometimes he didn't know what to do with his spare time other than eye up stuff to 'acquire'.

His real work was as interesting and as thrilling as ever. Takaba Akihito: photographer and journalist. He couldn't and wouldn't entrust this story to anyone, not yet anyway. He was eyeing up new razors to shave the hedgehog off his face as he absent-mindfully scratched at it. His new image as low maintenance as it was, longer hair was the easy part, picking rice and other substances out of his beard wasn't so nice and with the heat that was July it was itchy, sweaty and horrible. He knew exactly where all the security cameras were, store clerks and he knew the side way out of here as he pocketed the disposable razor and a candy bar on the way out looking like an innocence scruffy puppy dog. As simple as taking candy from a baby. One day soon when he would be rich and famous he could lose his sticky fingers but until that day he would continue to feed himself through the generous stores that couldn't afford proper security.

Whistling to himself Akihito skirted quickly back onto the sunny side of the street stopping by a small electrical store. He look longingly at the cooler fans trying to calculate how long would it take him to save up the buttons to buy one. It'd be winter before then and anyway a camera was more important that keeping cool. So caught up in his own thoughts he didn't notice anybody until his head was slammed against the shop window and his arms snapped behind his back. He shouted out in surprise. His first thought been the shop security guard and how the hell to get out of it. Then his assailant spoke and he was gripped with a cold hard fear despite the soaring lunchtime temperatures. It was the end of his life.

"Resorting to petty theft now?" the low voice rumbled with authority.

"Asami?" Akihito breathed. He knew the smell of cigarette smoke mixed with mild expensive aftershave. Moreover, he knew that voice.

"Ah."

A simple reply enough to leave Akihito speechless. What was he to say? "Hi how are you, missing your ¥600,000? Oh by the way, sorry I didn't call, thought you wouldn't mind!" His mind was focused on one thing, running. Running like he never ran before! Kinda difficult when you were pressed up against a glass window and your two arms were about to be dislocated.

"Bring him to the apartment." Asami wasn't talking to him, his voice wasn't right in his eardrum. He could feel the change in weight against his arms but the chance to run was a mere millisecond before he was kissing the window yet again. He could hear a car door opening and closing followed by the purr of undoubtedly an expensive black Merc or something equivalent.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Were Akihito's last thoughts before there was a swift crack at the base of his skull and it was lights out.

The throbbing pain was low and deep in his head, like sunstroke but not as sickening. Akihito's first thought, oddly, was that he hoped he didn't drop the razor after all the trouble he went for it. Then reality came crashing down like a tsunami wave. He (bolted up still...) sat bolt up still unaware of his surroundings. His brain hit the front of his skull, then the back before coming to a rest earning a vicious "Shit!"

When his nose picked up the fresh scent of cigarette smoke that earned a second "Shit!"and the third"Shit!"came when Asami spoke.

"At least your limited vocabulary hasn't changed."

Akihito cracked one eye open. The room was dim and safe to open the second eye. Apparently penthouse suites all look the same was what Akihito thought as he looked around. It was similar to Asami's permanent residence in Tokyo. It was reversed, the windows and balcony were to the left and the bathroom was to the right. The bedroom and the living room was reversed but maybe it was just that all of Asami's hotels were the same, home from home, hell from hell. The curtains were drawn save for the last one by the desk was Asami now sat in a plume of his own cigarette smoke. The strong evening sun blaring in around him. He had removed his suit jacket and loosened his tie. His obligatory choice of poison was sitting half drunk on a coaster. His hair slightly ruffled, staring through his loose bangs.

Suddenly Akihito felt very small sitting on the bed. Butterflies swam like crazy in his stomach. A quick glance down to see he was still clothed save for his flip-flops was a relief. He wasn't subtle enough as a smile threatened to break Asami's straight-laced lips.

Asami drank in the image before him, like he did back at the convenience store. Fei's photographer was useless, unlike Akihito himself he didn't capture the essence that was before him. Dressed simply in a tight fitting grey wife-beater vest, three-quarter loose fitting jeans and grey flip-flops. He golden skin and glossy brunette hair finished off only to be ruined by the beard. Asami was tempted to shave it off why the youth was out but restrained himself. His eyes traced the lines that were visible. He would savor that body with watchful eyes. But first was the small matter of the disappearing act and the ¥600,000.

"You haven't changed one bit either, manners included." Akihito retorted to Asami's comment.

Asami took another drag from his cigarette, unfolding his right foot from his left knee.

"Osaka?"

"Not Tokyo." Akihito replied, he could play this game as well as Asami.

"Yodobashi camera?"

"Pays some of the bills." Akihito answered honestly.

"Thus petty theft?"

"Some things never change."

"No. No they do not." Asami's toned change to a more serious level.

Akihito could feel himself grabbing the ruffled sheets tightly. He wanted his feet under him so he could lunge for the door. He noted how Asami placed himself near the desk as if daring him to escape. One plus about open plan apartments, easy escape route but knowing Asami he probably bolted the front door shut. Then again there was windows and what was a twenty to thirty story drop? He wasn't that agile!

"So. Got my money?" Asami asked matter-of-factly stubbing out the last of his cigarette.

"Does it look like it do?"

Spunky personality, in the right mood can be quite entertaining, in the wrong mood can be fucking irritating.

"Four months, hefty interest."

"Oh yeah well in case you haven't noticed it wasn't a loan. Think of it more as money due."

"You a whore now?" Asami asked plainly.

"No! And I'm nobody's fuck toy either, fine call it damages, call it what the fuck you want. You probably didn't even realize it was gone for a while after!" Akihito defied.

"I call it stealing you cocky little shit and no-one steals from me no matter the amount."

"So what you gonna do? Kill me like you kill anyone that crosses you!?" Akihito shouted half desperate, half scared.

"For that amount no, break a couple of bones, trash the place..." Asami replied thoughtfully.

Akihito laughed nervously. Yeah he had shouted at Asami before but not in defense when he was in the wrong. The place was his. He was a meticulous man, he wouldn't trash his own place but Akihito wouldn't for a second doubt that he would break his bones if he were ticked off enough.

"Why Takashima Aki?"

"What?" the boy confused at the sudden change of subject.

"Why did you go under the name Takashima Aki?"

Akihito shrugged,

"Dunno, Takashima is mom's maiden name, Aki is just the shortened version of Akihito. Why?"

"You hiding from someone other than me?"

"What!? No! It's not like it's any of your business." Akihito grumbled, thinking fast.

"With ¥600,000 of my money everything is my business."

"...Dad died, mom took in another man...I just took mom's maiden name..."

"Right. And running off to Osaka at twenty-three years of age after living on your own for five years, changing your name, changing your mother's name on the apartments lease to mine, spending ¥600,000 of my money to clear your debts changing your image is all in act of rebellion despite the fact your father passed away three years ago from a weak heart and your mothers maiden name is Kunimitsu who has now a partner called Touya?" Asami evidently reamed off.

"All hail lord Asami." A dejected Akihito slumped.

"You're playing me for a fool?" Asami threatened, rising for the first time from his chair, pausing in front of the bed to roll up his sleeves.

Akihito swallowed hard. He couldn't read Asami's eyes as they were intently looking at the job in hand. Quickly noting at least he didn't have his watch on nor his black leather gloves. How sore could a broken arm or leg be? It happens to people everyday. Before he knew he was backed up to the headboard.

Asami motioned Akihito closer with his finger. Akihito shook his head no. Asami repeated giving him a look that if he didn't comply he was a dead man.

"I like my arms and legs the way they are!" Akihito stated meekly.

"Pity."

That was it for Akihito, he bounded off the bed making for the front door, flip-flops or no flip-flops. His body got to the foot of the bed when his chest connected with Asami's rather large hand and the room was flipped. Akihito quickly discovers that yes Asami was sleeping on a hard mattress as the force of his body slammed into it. Asami hand press firmly down on his chest. Blinking rapidly Akihito felt the familiar overpowering presence of Asami looming over him. Days of old coming flashing back.

"I'm dirty, I haven't showered. I'm all sweaty." and so the pleading began.

Asami gave a sidewards grin, whipping off his tie and in a flurry of activity had both Akihito's wrists bound to the headboard.

"Shit! Let me GO!!" Akihito screamed. He had escaped from this and like hell was he going to consent without a fight not that there would be any consenting on his part.

Asami ignored him removing his own shirt. Akihito swallowed. The man was toned, he'd give him that. The young man could feel the weight shifted that was pressing on his hips and took to looking at the ceiling. He would not fall for this. Mind over matter he kept telling himself.

He could feel the large hands ghosting up his sides, to his abdomen, to his ribs to his chest and right back down the centre. So light the touch, Akihito could hear his heart thumping in his ears.

"Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts!"

He could feel his vest been pushed up to his bounded wrists. Slamming his eyes shut he could feel the return of the hands a little heavier this time, starting at him armpits and tracing the contours of his muscles always stopping at his navel. He still felt in control.

Then the tongue appeared gracing over his right nipple. This caused Akihito's eyes to snap open. The lips descended sucking, teeth slightly clamping down on the little erect red bud. Then suddenly cool air from Asami blowing on it caused Akihito's breath to catch in his throat. Asami moved across to assault his left nipple as his thumb kept the attention on his right. Combined they sent heat flooding down south, Akihito's thoughts now repeating the action of Asami's tongue. Somewhere along Asami's tongue trail to Akihito's navel cause a quiet moan to escape Akihito's throat. He swore he could feel Asami smile as his tongue dipped and swirl around his navel.

Instinctively Akihito fought against his bounded wrists, desperate to regain control but Asami's nimble fingers were already making little of his belt buckle and jeans were soon flung on the floor. Asami's powerful hand descended and ascended the length of Akihito's member through the material of his imitation Calvin Klien boxers. Soon they too were floating to the floor as Asami's hand wrapped around his member, his movements agonizingly slow as he fondled his ball sac.

For the first time since his assault on Akihito's senses Asami claimed Akihito's mouth in a long drawn out kiss. Their tongues doing a waltz as Akihito felt the power of Asami descend upon his hips. Another moan, louder this time escaped Akihito as his hips rose to meet Asami's.

"I like the beard." Asami lied

"Pity cause it's going." Akihito breathed back.

Sitting back on his heels Asami waited. The sudden lack of attention to his senses was like been scalded and Akihito glared, his now near purple member desperate for attention. He tugged at his bounds in the needed for completion, looking desperately at Asami. Without thinking he spread his legs, which earn the first honest smile from his assaulter. If he had the will power he would have slapped his legs shut but he was too far gone for reasonable thought.

Any gram of logic was gone as Asami's mouth clamped down on Akihito's member. Like a black hole, the vacuum was unbearable. All that could be heard was Akihito's labored breathing that was quickly turning into loud moans as a digit wormed its way into his hole and the wet sucking sounds as Asami bobbed up and down. Akihito's hips bucked upwards. Like a volcano taking forever to explode the pressure became too great

"Oh Gods! Oh Gods! Jai!!" and Akihito climaxed.

Asami froze, swallowing the creamy fluid. His stone cold eyes burned into Akihito's soul. Did he just call another man's name? Did he just swallow some whore's cum? What the fuck was his possession doing calling another man's name while he Ryuichi Asami sucked him off!? The anger flared up hotter than a blue flames as he looked at the sweating, panting mess that he craved after for the past four months.

Coming out of his fuzziness Akihito knew something was wrong. The air was ice cold, the tension unbearable, he was afraid to look between his legs where Asami had stopped. He knew had called the wrong name, the malice in the air told him. His heart went from beating rapidly from pure ecstasy to pure fear. Whatever pain Asami had originally planned for stealing money was nothing compared to what was going to happen now. He, Takaba Akihito, was a dead man.

He couldn't describe the discomfort he was feeling not that he showed it. He was a complicated man that kept his emotions safely locked deep within his heart and head where only his inner working mind could process them. His outer image was impenetrable; it had to be for a man of his standing. Weakness was a man's downfall. His mind processed the logic behind this discomfort: betrayal, weakness. He had allowed himself become infatuated with this boy after seen Jaejoong Eul and his lover boy. But now the businessman in him, the yakuza Ryuichi Asami screamed for blood. He could see the fear clearly in Akihito's eyes. The fear fueled his anger. The boy knew he was guilty. He grasped Akihito's ankles with an iron vice grip pressing them hard into the mattress as he bent the boy in two. He was going to materialize his pain as he plunged his engorged manhood into the boys tight, dry, unprepared hole and he fucked the boy like there was no tomorrow. He slammed in harder to hear him scream in pain, he allowed the blood as he tore his anus to flow freely, he tightened his grip on the boys ankles in the hope that they would snap. He fucked the boy with the energy of four months absenteeism and when his hole became a bloody mess he awoke the limp boy and fucked the back of his throat with the same energy.

The boy needed medical help, the blood that still seep out of him told him that but Asami couldn't muster the energy to get out of the chair. His flaccid cock was still caked with blood. He had down about five brandies and smoked a pack and still he couldn't get himself motivated. It was after eight, he had a meeting at nine, he was half drunk and he had a practically dead body lying on his bed. He had to get out of this unusual frame of mind. The only light on in the apartment was the desk lamp and the bedside lamp. His phone rang, answering it on the second ring, the clogs began to turn in his head. He got up turning on the bathroom light and shut the door firmly behind him, shutting away one world temporarily.

Asami emerged from the steam back to his usual form. The fluorescent lighting from the bathroom cast an eerie glow upon Akihito's body, overpowering the soft glow from the bedside lamp. Flicking the main light on Asami surveyed the damage. He had at one point wrapped his hands around Akihito's neck, the dark bruising had already formed. His upper torso was dotted with bloody hickeys. His ankles badly swollen where he must have fracture the anklebones. Asami untied Akihito's wrists that were rubbed raw from when he tried to escape. His arms fell heavily, flopping above his head onto the pillow. Dark circles had formed around his tear-stained eyes. His nose and teeth stained with blood from the force Asami used when he thrusted in. Most disconcerting was the boy's anal passage. Two hours later and it was still slowly seeping, a pool of blood had formed on the over saturated sheets.

"Sir?" the voice came down the phone.

"Get the car ready. And get a doctor."

"Sir?"

"Not for me."

"Yes sir."

Asami just finished adjusting his suit jacket when there was a soft knock on the door. He answered, knowing two of the three men.

"The doctor." Sui introduced the unknown man.

"The bedroom, sort that mess out." He ordered the doctor before turning to Sui, "Pay the man and bring the boy home. Find out everything there is to know about a Jai, I want to know what the little fuck had for breakfast."

"Yes sir."

"This boy needs a hospital." the doctor echoed from the bedroom.

"Sort it out Sui."

"Certainly sir."

It was after midnight when Asami got a call from Sui. It was not what he wanted to hear. Four hours later and the doctor was only finished.

"I've just dropped the boy home."

"How is he?"

"In bad shape, the doctor told for him to go to the hospital in the morning."

"What information do you have about Jai?"

"He lives with him."

Asami gripped the phone harder.

"I have an image, which I've e-mailed. Doing a background check as we speak." Sui continued.

"Have it ready on my desk by the time I get there. And find out what Akihito is really doing here."

"Yes sir."

He had to hand it to his men. They were efficient. He was already reading the file before he sat down. His first thought was Fei and that the motherfucker had set this all up. The more he read the more he knew that the two bit brain cell that was Fei couldn't have set up something this piss poor. He studied the photograph of Jai intently. Jai had short black hair, a spiked mohock, and brown eyes. He was a similar build to Akihito before he lost the weight, dressed in a white shirt and jeans. A John Doe, nothing stood out about him.

Jai Hahn, twenty-two years old, mother is Taiwanese, father Chinese. On the surface, a small money bank loaner, beneath the surface, they were members of a Burakumin clan and largely dealing with money laundering, narcotics and the sex trade. The same fuckers that were knocking on his back door. Too much of a coincidence for sure. Sui had Jai's image ran through their database. He showed up five months ago repeatedly at their various clubs in Tokyo, doing the circuit until he was barred, lack of membership. Two weeks later their CCTV had Jai and Akihito together. Two weeks before Akihito upped and left. From the quick search Sui done of the apartment he took photos of Akihito's work. Looked like he was covering a narcotics story involving the Inagawa-kai* family, obviously because Jai could give reputable sources. The copies of the stories led Asami to understand why Akihito had come to Osaka. It was a good story that didn't involve himself at all. There was another heavily edited story, which mentioned his name and some of his clubs in Tokyo, on the side in his own handwriting Asami could see Jai's name writing with a question mark. From reading the story Asami could see Akihito was trying to leave it as ambiguous as possible.

"Could it be that Akihito has no idea about Jai? What the fuck does Jai want with Akihito?" Asami mumbled to himself.

"You obviously."

Asami's head snapped up glaring at Fei, "How the fuck did you get in here!?"

"Well somebody's rattled your cage! What's with the foul language all of a sudden? Where's little silver fox?"

"Sui!" Asami yelled his train of thought was been interrupted, "Why the fuck did you let him in?"

"Sorry sir, he had a lot of backup."

"Ryuichi-sama this ruffled, swearing man does not suit your image." Fei crooned being as condescending as possible, taking a seat after helping himself to a generous amount of brandy.

Fei was right. Akihito living with Jai threw him and inwardly he was still reeling after his actions earlier that evening and he was having a hard time composing himself.

"I see you withdrawn the sale of the land completely. Find something interesting?"

"Yes. The dead body of a Chinese triad, namely you."

"Amusing, a little lovers tiff really brings out the sadist in you."

"Why are you here?"

"Moral support."

Asami stared icily at him.

"Fine, here to lend a helping hand."

"For the majority or the minority?"

"I thought that would be clear?"

"Nothing is clear with you."

"A compliment?" Fei asked slyly, "The majority, the triads have a renewed interest in squashing the cockroach."

"Typical, you come in when all the hard work is done."

"I have enough scars to content with."

Asami had enough problems to contend with but for the plan to eliminate the problem of the Burakumin he had to visit Jai and Akihito. He didn't want to face Akihito but work was work regardless and at eight a.m. the next morning Sui and himself barged in.

The sudden noise made Akihito flinch as he cradled the ceramic bowl of his toilet, the stomach lining was coming up at this stage. Alcohol could only numb some pain temporarily.

"Jai?" Akihito croaked.

"Awh fuck! Who the fuck do you think you are!?" Jai shouted from the living room.

Sliding out on his side because he could not move any other way without inflicting serious pain Akihito popped his head out. All he could see coming for him was black shiny shoes and as his broken body was lugged off the floor he scream in renewed agony. He was deposited heavily on their two seater couch and fear like had never known before engulfed him. He dry heaved onto the floor. Asami had shoved Jai onto the floor and Sui the guy from last night at moved to the front door. The most important thing and the most frightening thing was that both were wearing a silver watch and black leather gloves. The sign of death.

"Jai I take it?" Asami asked icily.

"Abusive jealous ex-lover I take it?" Jai answered hotly

Akihito heard the crack of leather against Jai's cheek as Asami backhanded him. Asami had never even looked over. Akihito had lost his voice.

"Please don't kill him!" he eventually managed to croak out. He was shaking; the drugs the doctor had given him were cancelled out after he tried to drown himself in alcohol and puked everything up. He thought his body was in shock because he couldn't stop the trembling. His ass was bleeding again from been moved so roughly.

Asami had Jai's hair entangled around his fingers, his fist drawn back ready to break his nose. He dared a glimpse across at his lover. For a split second he nearly lost his composure. The beard was gone, Akihito was cleanly shaven. His long bangs tied to the top of his head like a palm tree. It would have been an erotic sight if Akihito didn't look like death, far worse than he was the previous night.

"I'll try not to." He replied coldly before slamming his fist contently into and snapping Jai's nose. It was a lovely sound really. Flexing his fingers he tightened his grip before slamming Jai's head repeatedly into the wooden floor. A few broken ribs and fingers later Asami stood back to admire his work. He was still alive and conscious rolling around in agony. Satisfied, he removed his leather gloves handing them to Sui.

"Here's the deal." Asami spoke up addressing both males. "Akihito owes me ¥600,000 plus interest so a total sum of one million yen. This is me being extremely generous. Now either you have that sum of money ready for me at eight a.m. on Friday morning, two days from now or Akihito packs his bag and come back to Tokyo with me. Simple. Give me the money Akihito has his freedom, no money, no freedom."

"I don't have that kind of money." Akihito croaked.

"Then start packing your bag." Asami replied scuffing his shoes on the welcome mat to remove any blood.

A/N:

I want to thank my beta Ying9 and my dear proof reader Shadow Shadowsong for their meticulous work. Thank you to those who have reviewed chapter one, they were and are wonderful to receive and made me dust off the old cobwebs and keep writing after my long hiatus. Please keep reviewing. Chapter 3 is in the early stages and when I say early stages....yeah!