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Chapter 2
Singapore.
A city he was unfamiliar with but where he could disappear easily. The population density was such that Tokyo couldn't seem to compare.
Akihito set his bag down in the middle of the hall of the airport and waited. He looked one moment at the signs close by: if his contact stood him up, he was going to have to manage alone. Fortunately, everything or almost was translated into English.
The photographer was still thinking, when a young man of around thirty years old arrived in his direction. Seeing him, Akihito almost forgot Asami and the pain of separation. A smile lit his face and both men hugged each other savouring their reunion. The oldest ruffled his junior's brown hair and then seized the bag on the floor.
" Follow me, it is better not to stay in this area too long. "
Akihito agreed and without waiting followed the man out of the airport, slaloming between tourists and businessman. A luxurious car waited for them in front of the entrance. The driver opened them the car door elegantly. Without even being amaze by the wealth of his companion, Akihito got into the car and settled down comfortably on the leather seats of the limousine.
The oldest tossed him a soda before serving himself a glass. Then he scrutinized him for a moment, sipping his bourbon.
"What is the honour of your visit Aki-chan, he began, you know that you are welcome here but I wonder about the reasons which urged you to come to see me so hastily. "
The other one sighed and looked outside. The wealthiest and the most terrible poor gathered in one single place. His gaze caught a businessman running to arrive on time to his office. The agitation of streets contrasted strangely with the peace of the passenger compartment of the car.
Asami…
His face returned to him repeatedly. He always arrived on time to his work and at the moment he had to suppress his fury by noticing that his pet had run away. Akihito smiled a smile without joy and shook his head to chase away his black thoughts. For once he did not appreciate to go against his lover.
He preferred by far to find himself between his arms and… he turned around to his friend, chasing away his thoughts, which threatened him to melt in tears and murmured as if he still did not consider it.
"He is back."
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The other tensed, his fingers closing like a vice around his glass and immediately understood the meaning of the sentence. It was now his turn to look outside, to hide his face distorted by hatred to Akihito. His teeth creaking in rage. This man was going to pay dearly, yes, very dearly for what he had done.
"You surly did a good job, to come to me, I will personally take care of this case. ''
Akihito shivered but could not help but nod.
Ryuichi,
I'm sorry that it's happening so, but if you had been aware you would have never let me go. Forgive me but it was necessary that I did so. Then, if I am still alive, I'll come back to you, but If not I'll expect your arrival to the depths of hell.
Don't search for me, stay in Japan.
Please forgive me,
Akihito.
Asami was nervously pacing in his living room, the letter... the miserable piece of paper on which Akihito wrote rubbish, in the hollow of his hand. It was now two days that his Akihito had disappeared which was not pleasing him one bit.
The yakusa angrily knocked his fists on the table: it was for this that his small pet was so initiative this morning. He made him love for the last time. He hated not knowing, being left in the dark. This had not happened in a long time.
Why didn't he listened to his instincts as always, but he had not done it. The brat had planned his run away for a long time already. Asami cursed between his teeth. This time his cute Akihito would receive the punishment he deserved. Regardless of the reason, you didn't play him. A sound emitted from his door.
"Enter! Barked the mafia.
_Boss we have done research on Takaba-san's relatives, threw Suoh hoping that the Yakuza would not increase his anger on him, here is the report: His mother, just as his friends Takato and Kou disappeared, all on the same day that your..."
The faithful bodyguard had no time to finish his sentence that Asami fist struck against the damn table. Glass broke on the varnished wood before leaking on the yakuza's luxurious carpet.
"Fuck! He shouted, does he want me for peter's sake? »
Surprised, the bodygard opened wide his eyes and tucked his head into his shoulders. It was his first time seeing his boss in such a state of madness, who usually never raised his voice, letting him just soak up in a cold rage.
He was quite different from the Asami he usually befriended every day and this only made him more dangerous. This young photographer had truly strucked to him the brain. Judging better to slip away without a word, he filled the report on the nearest table and flew away without asking his due.
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Detonations sounds came from the billionaire's the roof. The ball frozed on the target located on the other roof of the nearby building. A henchman informed them by radio that it was housed in the target but by a good ten inches from the center.
Akihito swore silently before resuming to his sniper rifle.
"Again.
_Yuki, is it good like this? Asked the young Akihito correcting his position for the umpteenth time. ''
The young man in his thirties lowered his sunglasses to throw him a look before getting out of his chair and putting his huge cocktail on the small table. He went up to him and lifted a bit the canon of his sniper.
"It is necessary that you think of the trajectory of the ball when you're going to shoot, the wind, the attraction... got to prepare all possibilities. '' Most often you'll only have one shot.
_Ok.
_ Do not forget always shoot where your target will be, not where it is.
_ Hm."
The youngest concentrated, breathing in slightly then pulled the trigger. The henchman quickly made his report: the bullet had entered exactly the center of the target. Yukimura whistled in admiration.
"Well tell me, in two weeks you've awfully improved. ''
_Really, replied the boy blushing, I do still put one in the center all ten tests.
_ One out of ten is already not bad, comforted the man in his thirties. Plus your teachers in martial arts, weapons and firearms told me of your progress. You're working hard. It will soon be the time.
«_Yes , replied the young man, soon.»
He let his gaze drift over the city below, the wind slightly lifting his hair, revealing his concerned face.
Yes... soon...
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Takaba Ostu was a determined, strong woman who was never stepped on by anyone: even an extremely pissed off yakusa. She was those of who remained in our memories. She was used to thickheaded men.
Exasperated to see Akihito's clone in front of him, but toughter, Asami rose, jaws more contracted than ever. He pinch the bridge of his nose, holding in a sight.
"I won't repeat it again Takaba-san, he said with an unctuous voice, where is your son? ''
The woman looked at him scornly, sitting nicely on her chair. This man had stopped her at the airport as she was leaving for a one-month cruise in the Caribbean, generously paid by her small Aki-chan. A first... She did not want to follow him of course, imagine a cruise paid by her son: the dream, but the mafia cancelled her reservation under her nose by pulling some strings.
And now, we could say that she was angry. In Tokyo, the ocean, spray and cocktails were already far... the handsome guys too so we could confirm that she was infuriated. And when she was furious, she was as nearly as frightening than her. Takaba Ostu whispered, menacing.
"I do not know and even though I knew I wouldn't tell you... Ryuichi-kun. You think you perhaps impress me with your mafia air and all just out the gutter? Well sorry to disappoint you, this is not the case. »
The yakusa opened eyes like saucers as he heard the nickname, he didn't even pay attention at the rest of the sentence and dangerously approached the mother of his lover. He knew that Akihito loved his mother and had therefore decide not to do her harm. But without even knowing it, the woman seemed to want to take the opportunity to push him beyond his limits.
And said limits weren't far away.
"You just through my holiday dream out the window, young man, she continued raising an accusatory index finger to the mafia's nose, do you know how long I've been waiting for vacations, huh?"
Asami had to admit that this woman was even more unconscious than his wild kitten: he was speechless. Stupidity is a gene in this Takaba family, how to explain it otherwise. A brief sly laugh made him turn around. His face blanked more than it was already.
"You here!, spat Asami.
_What? No welcome? Me, that was generously going to offer my help."
The Chinese entered the room and Asami noticed behind him the sorry look of one of his men. Idiots: what am I paying them for? They were therefore all incompetent. He would later punish him to have let the Chinese up without informing him.
"Return therefore to Hong Kong Feilong, trying to manage the men that you have, hissed the yakusa at the verge of exploding, I have no need of you here.
_Oh! As you want but I had information about your young pet. I thought I'd share them with you because I'm in town but... you don't seem in the mood Ryuchi-kun, said the Baishe leader in a treacherous voice."
The young leader of the Chinese triad made him an angelic smile full of sarcasm but seeing his oldest enemy eyes darken, he wondered if he had not made a mistake to tease him. The attention of the Yakuza turned to Feilong, definitively abandoning the mother of Akihito on her chair.
his golden eyes stared at him as a hunter looking at his prey. He approached gently to him but Feilong stepped back a step feeling danger happen silently. Asami gently seized him by the shirt and attracted to him.
"Call me like that again and it'll be the last thing that you'll be able to say Feilong."
Asami had spoken slowly as to be understood well but also to control the anger in his voice. They were so close that their breaths mingled. If he wanted it, Feilong could stretch his neck and be close enough to rest his lips upon Asamis... but he did not. Asami strengthened his grip on the neck of his enemy who contracted his jaw by reflex, killing any stupid attempt and added in a authorative voice:
"What do you know?
_Let's go in a private place to talk, said Feilong extricating himself from the other man. "
Asami sighed but agreed to release the young man and followed him to the lounge, Feilong seemed to really know something so he would listen to him but he was prideful. No. Asami shook his head, his toy left voluntarily and did not seem to be found. What did he feel? sadness? fear? frustration?
What did he do to him? In a disgusted sneer, the yakusa drove all his low thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on this unpleasant thing that sat like a lord in the middle of his living room: Feilong.