Aya felt a hand slip into his pants and suppressed a shudder. The man about to fondle him was Masayuki Sanada, and was the leader of the Seidou operation. They were in the back of Sanada's car headed God knew where and the man was all over him. Aya tried to play the part of a bartending floozy who wanted in the boss's pants, but it was difficult. This was where his Interpol handler wanted him. If Sanada took Aya to his house just outside of town then he would be in the perfect position to get the international police agency all the information they needed to take down the entire slave trade in northern Japan and possibly more. He lifted his neck forcing himself to moan as Sanada kissed down his neck and undid his pants. The larger man groaned forcing him to lie down on the seat and began pulling down Aya's pants. "Wait." The redhead gasped with a laugh. "Hold on till we get to your place." He whispered pulling the man's mouth to his. "I'll give you the night of your life." Sanada chuckled softly forcing his tongue into Aya's mouth. He forced himself to remain calm and go along with it moaning into the larger man's mouth and arching his hips against him.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you're mother's going to feel it." Sanada growled grinding his groin into Aya's ass. The redhead laughed letting his head fall back onto the seat as Sanada bit at the collar he wore. A few agonizingly slow minutes later they arrived at their destination. Sanada carried him to the bedroom and threw him on the bed. Aya grinned up at him pulling off his shirt to hide another act. When The man crawled on top of him he pressed a small needle into his throat. Instantly Sanada was asleep. Aya shoved him off irritably grabbing his shirt and put it back on, not that it covered much. The only place Sanada had no cameras was his bedroom study and one parlor, because that was where he entertained illegal…guests. Aya used the lack of security in the room to make his way into the hallway. He'd downloaded and studied blueprints of the camera system so it was easy to avoid it. He quickly located the study where he could find the computer and pulled a small flash drive, that had been hidden in a small pocket sewn to the inside of his pants, and plugged it in. It had enough space on it to completely copy the hard drive of almost any computer. He started the copy process and almost groaned aloud at how long it was going to take. This was exactly why he did things his way. The legal way took too much time. Ten minutes later it was 90 percent of the way complete and in two minutes Sanada would be waking up. Aya drummed his fingers on the table. Suddenly Sanada burst into the room with three of his bodyguards.
"Shit." Aya swore straightening away from the computer screen.
"Kill him." Sanada growled and turned away. As he reached the door he paused suddenly. "Actually, bring him to my room. He still owes me the night of my life." Then he was gone and Aya was left facing three of the biggest men he'd ever seen. They were obviously foreign with their dark skin and muscled bulk. Aya glanced down at the screen. 95 percent.
"Fuck." He didn't have a weapon either. He spotted a letter opener on the desk and snatched it up as the men came for him. It took five minutes to kill all three and he wasn't able to get away scot-free. With three broken ribs, a broken nose and severely sprained knee he limped to the computer and ejected the drive that had finally finished its download. He put it in his pocket and quietly slipped out of the house. Interpol said that Sanada was not to be killed no matter what. He cursed the day he'd agreed to be their lap dog and called his handler. "I have the information." He said in English as the phone was answered by a man with a clipped British accent.
"Our friend?"
"Alive and…frustrated." The man on the other end laughed.
"I'll bet. You are quite the charmer."
"Come pick me up."
"Are you injured?" The man's concern was touching but unnecessary.
"I can handle it." There was a loud sigh.
"Fine, where are you?"
"Three blocks from our…friend's house at a payphone."
"I can be there in ten minutes."
"Fine."
Ken and Youji, with Omi in the backseat, returned to the bar for the fifth time that night to see Aya climbing out of a dark van. As it sped away he flipped it the bird then began limping to his car. The three jumped out of their vehicle and ran over to him sliding to a halt in shock when he turned to face them. Blood ran down his face from his temple and nose. There were smudges of it on his neck, arms, and stomach. Under his shirt, his chest had been wrapped in tight, white bandages. His brow furrowed. "What the hell are you three doing here?"
"We were worried about you." Ken frowned. To his surprise Aya laughed.
"That's very sweet, but I suggest you get out of here. I pissed off some- oh shit." He swore as three dark colored SUVs pulled into the lot. "Too late, get in." They all piled into his car, Ken in front Omi and Youji in back, and he peeled out of the lot past the large vehicles. He winced in pain as the car was jounced by the sidewalk. "Son of a-" He bit off the curse swerving around another car coming at him.
"Who the hell did you piss off Aya?" Ken asked.
"Masayuki Sanada."
"Was that-"
"Who I left with?" Aya glanced at him. "Yeah."
"You knew I was there huh?"
"I notice everyone who stares at my ass that hard." Ken covered his face as Omi and Youji laughed. Suddenly they all heard a cell phone ringing. Aya reached across Ken's lap to open the glove box and pull out a phone they'd never seen. "Aa." He listened for a few moments. "8 pm tomorrow, your home." He hung up tossing the phone into the center console. A second later it rang again. He lifted to his ear. "Aa." His lips twitched. "Mr. Roberts, do you honestly think the outfit I'm wearing can hide a cell phone?" They heard an angry voice yell something on the other end. "I was unable to get my things , our friend arrived seconds after you left." There was another angry response, Aya cut him off in a stern tone. "I'm gone, Mr. Roberts, so you can forget about whatever else you had planned for me." He tossed the phone out the window and sped up.
"Can you really quit on Interpol?" Omi asked.
"No." Aya swerved onto a freeway entrance ramp. "My cover is blown, and they have the information they need, so now I disappear."
"Wait, you're going to leave?" Ken sat up straight in his seat looking at him. Aya glanced at him briefly, but didn't reply. "Aya!" The redhead's jaw tightened.
"That's how I live Ken." He snapped.
"What, you come to town to do a job, make friends, then leave them when its all over?"
"I don't make friends." Aya kept his eyes fixed to the road. "I come, I do the job, I leave; that's it. I'm in a town for a week at most." He swore softly. "This is why I hate doing things the legal way."
"You don't have any friends, well, besides us?" Omi asked. Aya shook his head.
"What about family?" Aya's grip tightened on the steering wheel and he didn't respond for a long time.
"I don't have a family, I don't have friends." He said through gritted teeth. "I'd like to keep it that way, so once we get to the airport I suggest you not know me pretty quick. It'll be safer for you." Ken felt his stomach drop. The rest of the trip was silent. When he pulled into the parking lot of the airport they all climbed out. Aya took a deep breath. "What ever you see happen, remember that you don't know me." He met each of their eyes carefully then turned and began walking. Ken started to run after him, but suddenly the place was crawling with police. They surrounded Aya. Omi gasped starting forward, but Youji and Ken grabbed his arms.
"He doesn't want us involved." Youji whispered quietly. Aya was cuffed and turned around to be marched to an awaiting vehicle. He met Ken's eye and the brunette was left staring in shock as he winked just before being forced into the police car.
As he was led into an interviewing room Aya hoped that they were ok. As much as he didn't want to admit it, they were his friends. The first ones he'd ever really made, and he didn't want anything to happen to them. Mr. Roberts walked in looking smug. "You're gone huh?" He laughed. Aya didn't respond. "You are in violation of your contract Mr. Fujimiya." Roberts took a seat across from him. "You want to know something, you aren't as smart as you think you are." Aya remained silent. The British man hated it when he did, and true to form the man's face flushed in anger. "We are shipping you back to the prison we found you rotting in." Aya calmly kept his eyes on the table as Roberts stood up and walked around the table to stand behind him. He knew the man was lying. He wasn't here to be sent back to prison, they had another job for him and were just trying to scare him, which was impossible. "I'm sure the men there would love this little outfit you're wearing." Roberts made the mistake of touching Aya's shoulder. The redhead slipped out of the cuffs and had him face down on the table with his arm wrenched up behind his back within three seconds.
"I am going to give you a warning, seeing as we've never had to go over this before." Aya hissed in his ear. People were scrambling around outside of the room. "Do not ever touch me again, for it will be the last thing you do." Aya released him and sat back down as three police officers came running in. Roberts's superior came in a few seconds later at a walk.
"You should know better Henry." The man smiled taking the seat across from Aya. "You men may leave now." The officers left after eyeing the now calm redhead. "Let's talk about your friends."
"I don't have any."
"I'm hurt Aya." The man put a hand to his heart. "I'd like to think that I'm your friend." His name was Charles Cudrow. He was a director at Interpol, in charge of bringing down the human slave trade. He had been the one to first approach Aya in London. "But I'm talking about the three men you've been living with in that apartment."
"What about them?"
"How much do they know?"
"Why I'm here and who I've been working for."
"Do they know the specifics?"
"No. All they know is that I'm gathering evidence for you to use in an arrest to bring down a human trafficking ring."
"And why did this come up?"
"They followed me to the bar, I had to tell them the truth to keep them away. If I had told them a lie it wouldn't have worked. I don't want them involved."
"It's too late for that and you know it." Charles sighed. "We can keep the four of you at a safe house until this is all over."
"I have an appointment tomorrow that I can't miss."
"As per our contract you may go there, but you will have an escort." Charles stood. "We will not stand in the way of your business, but you must also honor your end of the deal."
"I can't testify in court."
"We know that, but we will need something written, and we need you in one place while we get the trial all sorted out."
"I still think killing them would be easier."
"I wish I could agree with you…officially." He put a hand on the door handle. "Oh, and Roberts will not be your handler anymore."
"What a surprise."
"I will be taking over for him."
"Now that is a surprise." Charles smiled.
"I like to think we have a mutual respect for each other."
"We do."
"Thank you, that means a lot to me."
"I respect that you're a pig-headed bureaucrat."
"Ouch." Charles laughed. "I'll see you at the safe house kid." He left still laughing. Aya allowed himself a small smile. The man wasn't half bad.
